[theme music playing]
♪ Look away, look away ♪
♪ This show will wreck your evening Your whole life and your day ♪
♪ Every single episode is nothing but dismay ♪
♪ So look away ♪
♪ Look away, look away ♪
♪ The Baudelaires adrift at sea wash up far off the map ♪
♪ Olaf's right behind them with a fungus and a trap ♪
♪ Our story ends in tragedy upon a coastal shelf ♪
♪ I beg of you, I beg of you Stop watching, save yourself ♪
♪ Just look away ♪
♪ Look away ♪
♪ There's nothing but horror ♪
♪ And inconvenience on the way ♪
♪ Ask any stable person "Should I watch?" ♪
♪ And they will say ♪
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♪ Look away, look away ♪
[typewriter keys clattering]
[bell dings]
[brakes squealing]
Where to, young lady?
The Hotel Denouement, please.
The Hotel Denouement burned down in a fire years ago.
It's just a pile of ash. Why the heck do you want to go there?
I'm looking for someone.
Well, I hope you find 'em, Miss...?
Baudelaire.
[bell dings]
You may have noticed in your life
that it is easier to get used to happiness than despair.
The 13th time you drink a root beer float,
you may enjoy it less than the first time because you have become used to the taste
of vanilla ice cream and root beer mixed together. However...
the 13th time you discover somebody is following you,
your despair is much greater than the first time
because you've been on the run for many years and you're exhausted.
[door opens, bell rings]
My name is Lemony Snicket.
I have been on the run for many years, and I am exhausted.
I was once a member of a secret organization,
along with my friends, my siblings, and the woman I loved.
Now all of those people and the organization are gone,
and I spend my days drinking root beer floats alone
as I trace the sad, soggy case of the Baudelaire orphans.
But now the case has dried up.
I cannot find where the Baudelaires went
when they sailed away from that burning hotel so many years ago,
nor do I know what's become of them since.
All that I do know is that in this story...
there are no happy endings, and in that respect...
I fear that the Baudelaire orphans and I are in the same boat.
[Olaf] I've triumphed!
I've burned down the Hotel Denouement,
destroyed V.F.D. once and for all,
and the Baudelaire orphans are finally in my clutches!
At last, their fortune is mine!
So you keep telling us.
The first thing I'll buy is a new car.
Something with a big engine
so I can drive faster than the speed limit and ram into other cars unsuspected.
Orphans,
-head to the nearest car dealership! -[Violet] We can't head anywhere.
The wind has died, and we're exhausted from rowing.
Laziness is no excuse.
You orphans are the worst henchpeople I ever acquired.
-We're not your henchpeople! -What is there to eat around here?
How dare you call me that!
I think you're forgetting who the captain is.
If you don't do exactly as I say,
I will break open this diving helmet, and then, oh, you'll be sorry.
So will you. If you release the Medusoid Mycelium, we'll all be poisoned.
We're in the same boat.
You think you're so clever.
Ever since you were orphaned, all you've done is complained.
Well, while you were being whiny and useless,
I have come up with a plan.
We don't have to just be stuck here in the middle of the ocean
on the Carmelita II, because I...
am going to change its name to the Olaf!
[chuckling]
I read those tidal charts on the Queequeg.
I bet I can chart a course back to the city.
I can create a compass. All I need is a piece of magnetized metal and a pivot.
What do we do about Count Olaf?
We may not have a navigational compass, Sunny, but we still have a moral compass.
We can't just push a person overboard.
Not even Count Olaf? As long as he's around, nobody's safe.
It's a terrible thing to do.
Even to a terrible person.
What choice do we have?
[Olaf] Hmm. Well...
Well, well, well.
It looks like the tide has turned and a storm is brewing.
[thunder rumbling]
I meant that figuratively.
[thunder cracking]
He meant that literally.
[thunder crashing]
[thunder rumbling]
[wind howling]
[thunder crashing]
[waves crashing]
Klaus? [panting]
Klaus!
-Sunny! -We're here.
[panting]
We're okay. We survived the storm.
I think.
[Violet] Where are we?
[Klaus] We're on the coastal shelf of an island surrounded by a seawall.
-The storm must have washed us over it. -A lot of things washed over it.
[Violet] I guess we didn't need to throw him overboard.
[Klaus] Do you think he's...
I've never seen him look so calm.
[coughing]
[spluttering]
Get me a coffee, orphans! I've had a very rough night.
We're on a coastal shelf. There is no coffee.
Don't be ridiculous! There's an espresso maker right over there,
next to the girl in the robe.
Castaways!
Don't be afraid. I'm Violet Baudelaire,
and these are my siblings, Klaus and Sunny.
-What's your name? -Friday.
That's a very nice name. Are you a castaway too?
I live on the island.
Ha! I've discovered an island!
I'm going to name it Olaf-Land.
You haven't discovered it. There are already people living here.
I bet they'll worship me as their king!
Bow before me, Friday!
No, thank you. Our colony isn't a monarchy.
Hmm. Not yet.
Will you take us to your colony?
-Do I have to take your friend? -He's not our friend.
These are my subjects.
Take me to your leader.
I could take you to our facilitator, but he's not gonna like you.
[Olaf chuckling]
[Friday] It's Storm Scavenging Day.
After a storm, we collect everything that washes up and bring it to Ishmael.
[Klaus] Ishmael?
He helps us decide what to keep and what to throw away.
And what did you find after the storm, Alonso?
I found this birdcage.
It's pretty big, so I'm guessing it was used for big birds like eagles.
Since we don't have any birds on the island,
I'm not sure we have need for a birdcage.
If I were you, I would throw that useless thing away,
but I won't force you. [chuckles]
[Ishmael] Who else found something to share?
You call this a colony? It's just a bunch of yutzes!
You mean yurts. And they're tents.
I don't know, they seem pretty relaxed to me.
I found an accordion.
I found this small black statue of a sea monster!
I found some castaways!
This is our facilitator, Ishmael.
Oh, call me Ish.
I'm Violet Baudelaire, and these are my siblings, Klaus and Sunny.
And that man is a threat to everyone here!
You!
-[gasping] -I claim this island
and these children in the name of Count Olaf.
Now get off my throne.
Well, I'd prefer not to.
I've never heard of Count Olaf.
Anyone who is not a bearded old coot on a desert island
knows Count Olaf is very famous in many prominent theatrical circles.
Yes, now that you mention it,
I did see that name in a review that washed up.
Yes, it called him a ham.
-Lies. -A tedious blowhard.
-Slander. -A preening, prancing nincompoop
whose worst crime is not any of a long list
of murders, arsons, and charges of child endangerment,
but the unbridled arrogance to play a part for which he was thoroughly unqualified--
Defamation!
-Embarrassingly unconvincing-- -Mean-spirited!
And at least several decades too old.
[gasps] Now you look here!
You may be the big kahuna on this rinky-dink island,
but I'm the guy holding the harpoon gun.
-For now. -For now?
You can shoot me if you'd like.
-I'd like that a lot. -You can't shoot all these fine people.
Come on! What are a bunch of hippies in robes gonna do?
-Henchpeople, do something! -You don't have any henchpeople.
-They all abandoned you. -That's right!
Uh...
How about a compromise?
You keep the island, I'll take the children. Okay, that didn't go--
[yelps]
Ow!
Alonso, bring me the birdcage.
I think we've found a use for it after all.
What kind of monster stuffs someone into a birdcage?
What are you looking at, pipsqueak?
[Ishmael] Take him to the seawall!
We have no room for bad apples here.
Bad apples?
Wait! Baudelaires, you can't let these people take me away!
Not when I know a secrets about--
[muffled]
So tell me, how did three children like you
come to be shipwrecked with a man like that?
-It's a long story. -Extremely long.
But it's not over yet.
-We have to get back. -Is there a way off this island?
It depends on how you look at it.
The seawall shelters us from storms,
but I'm afraid sailing over those sharp rocks, that's nearly impossible.
-So we're stranded. -Not quite.
You see, once a year, the tide rises high enough to launch a boat
by sailing it through the lowest point in that wall.
They call it Decision Day,
and that day happens to be tomorrow.
We have an outrigger-- you see that large canoe?-- standing by,
for anyone who wants to go, but no one ever does.
There's our flock of sheep. They were shipwrecked here, too.
-[Klaus] That's a strange color for sheep. -Common in flamingos,
and like flamingos, these sheep live on a diet of shrimp
which gives their wool its unique coral hue.
Same as you see in our robes and our tents.
[Klaus] Everyone's happy.
It's kind of nice.
You must be exhausted from the storm. We'll get you some fresh clothes.
You're in luck. Alonso's making--
Ceviche!
It's that South American dish made from raw seafood
marinated in citrus and spices?
Normally. But we don't have citrus fruits or spices on the island,
so ours is just plain, raw fish.
My sister wonders why you don't use fire to cook.
Or eat the sheep. Sorry, she recently became interested in cooking.
Fire is one of the most dangerous things in the world.
We wholeheartedly agree.
How did so many people end up on the island?
I took a cruise when I was pregnant with Friday.
The ship hit an iceberg, and I washed up here.
-I got caught in a tempest. -I got caught in a manatee accident.
Don't you miss your old lives?
I barely remember my old life. It's fuzzy.
Like a dream.
[Ishmael] We have a motto on this island:
"Forget your troubles."
Care for a drink?
It's a cordial made of fermented coconut.
[Klaus clears throat]
I'm not sure we like the taste. Do we have to drink it?
Well, I won't force you, but we don't have fresh water here,
so if you don't drink it, you might die of dehydration.
Well, Ishmael--
Oh, call me Ish.
Are you sure we're safe from Count Olaf here?
He could escape the cage and find the harpoon gun, or--
Something worse.
You don't have to worry about that.
We send all the dangerous items to the other side of the island
so they can't hurt anyone.
As for Count Olaf, well, we've placed his cage by the seawall,
and tomorrow, when that seawall floods,
Count Olaf will drown.
[Ishmael chortles]
Isn't that cruel?
That depends on how you look at it.
These robes may be comfortable,
but I'm not comfortable leaving Olaf to drown.
-We're not the ones doing it. -We're not stopping it either.
With Count Olaf gone, we'd be safe to go wherever we wanted.
We've been on the run for a long time, and I'm exhausted.
Ishmael said forget your troubles.
Maybe it's time to start.
[Alonso] Flavorless ceviche isn't the most exciting meal,
but you haven't lived till you've had seafood fresh from the ocean!
Have you considered building a water filtration system?
A water what-now?
A water filtration system
is a device that separates saltwater into fresh water and salt.
You could drink something other than coconut cordial,
and have salt to season your food.
Hey, that's a good idea.
To our newest castaways! To the Baudelaire orphans!
[all] To the Baudelaires!
[slurping]
-[sheep bleating] -[Ishmael] I suggest we all retire.
Get a good night's sleep before Decision Day.
I feel a storm coming on.
The storm's blowing suddenly around here.
Violet, would you stay?
So, you had an idea for an invention.
A water filtration system. It wouldn't be hard.
I bet I could build it with the items that have washed up.
What if our stomachs couldn't tolerate fresh water
after drinking nothing but coconut cordial?
What if we started fighting over what to drink in the first place?
I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?
People here had hard lives before they found this island.
They stay because it's safe, and they trust me to keep it that way.
It was just an idea.
Yes, but ideas lead to more ideas,
which lead to arguments, which lead to schisms.
You remember what got you stranded here to begin with.
Don't rock the boat.
[Klaus] It means don't do anything that might cause trouble.
Ishmael is trouble. We have to leave.
And go where?
It's not like we have a home waiting. It's not like we have a home anywhere.
You want to stay where there's nothing to read or invent?
No! I don't know.
I've been trying to remember our life with our parents,
but it's all fuzzy like a dream.
It's normal for memories to fade over time.
I can barely remember what their faces looked like.
And why did they keep all these secrets from us?
It's their fault these bad things keep happening to us!
It's their fault we're...
orphans.
At dinner, Ishmael referred to us as the Baudelaire orphans.
We never told him that we lost our parents.
Ishmael's hiding something from us. We have to find out what.
He's not gonna tell us.
But we know someone who might.
[waves crashing]
[muffled] Well, well, well.
I said, "Well, well, well."
I knew your annoying curiosity would lead you here eventually.
Did you bring me a banana daiquiri?
We brought you ceviche.
Ugh! This is cold, raw fish!
A fish bone? Are you trying to kill me?
I'm impressed.
You had something to tell us about Ishmael.
You're not as stupid as you look, though that would be impossible.
I didn't recognize him at first, not with that ridiculous beard,
but he recognized me.
That's why he's locked me in here, so I don't spill his secrets.
What secrets?
Let me out, and I might tell you.
If you tell us, we might let you out.
Let me out first.
Tell us first.
-Let me out first! -Ishmael is going to let you drown!
If you don't tell us, you will die!
Of course I'm going to die!
That's the way of the world, Baudelaires.
Everybody runs around with their secrets and their schemes,
trying to outwit one another,
and then they die.
Ishmael has locked me in here,
but if you let me out, I can outwit him,
and then...
you can be my henchfolk.
And we'll take that boat, and we'll sail back to where the action is!
We don't want to be your henchfolk. We don't want to play your games.
Come on. He's wasting our time.
Fine. Go.
I'll get out on my own. I always do!
And I'll be back with a new disguise. The best one yet!
I may be in a cage, Baudelaires, but I've still got it.
You hear me?
Baudelaires?
Can I at least have a blanket?
[Violet] Ishmael?
-[Klaus] He's gone. He left his boots. -[Violet] And a trail of footprints.
[Klaus] Good idea, Sunny. Let's investigate.
[Klaus] Ishmael must be sneaking out when he thinks everyone is asleep.
[Violet] He's not just keeping secrets from us.
He's keeping secrets from the entire colony.
-It's a dead end. -Maybe not.
I wonder...
[Klaus] This must lead to the other side of the island.
[Violet] That's where Ishmael said he sends everything dangerous.
All these items must have washed up on the seawall.
Ishmael said they were dangerous and sent them here.
[Violet] Think of what you could invent with all this.
[Klaus] And research.
[Violet] And cook.
Right, Sunny?
Sunny!
[thunder crashing]
Sunny! [panting]
A house inside a tree.
Someone's built a water filtration system.
[babbling]
[Klaus] Someone's been reading a book.
"A figure from the shadowy past has washed ashore.
I convinced the others to lock him in a cage before he could recognize me.
Note to self: Why won't anyone call me Ish?"
[Violet] "The others concern me too.
They may be young, but I've never known a Baudelaire who didn't rock the boat."
There's an annotation. "See page 252."
-[Violet] It looks like... -[Klaus] It can't be.
[Ishmael] Yes, Baudelaires.
[thunder crashing]
That's your mother's handwriting.
Why is our mother's handwriting in that book?
Because, Baudelaires,
your parents lived on this island.
Our parents lived here? Did you know them?
[Klaus] Who are you really?
That's an interesting question.
I used to be a school principal.
Yes, that was many years ago,
at a school called Prufrock Prep.
[music drones]
Like most schools, it was an underfunded institution.
But every year, there were a few children
with the same gleam in their eyes that you have.
The Snickets. The Quagmires.
Count Olaf. Your parents.
And when I met a child like that,
I would recruit them into a secret organization.
My organization.
You started V.F.D.
When a fire breaks out, the Official Fire Department is there to fight it,
but figurative fires need fighting, too.
And my students were interested in so many things.
Literature, science, music, theater,
animal behavior, the culinary arts.
And I thought, what if a group of curious, capable young people came together
to stand against the ignorance and injustice of this world?
We could make it a quieter, safer place.
[sighs]
And for a time we did, and then, well...
It all went up in smoke.
-The schism. -Yes.
You can try to push back against the troubles of this world,
but trouble is like the tide,
and it always returns.
When the schism broke out,
I abandoned my creation, and I sailed here to live in exile.
Later on, your parents sailed here, too.
They wanted to start a family someplace safe.
They built this house,
they wrote in that book, they cooked delicious meals, and...
they built the most incredible inventions.
And then one day...
they left.
I tried to warn them.
I told them terrible things waited out there in the world.
When The Daily Punctilio washed up and I read about the fire,
I knew those terrible things had come to pass.
[thunder rumbles]
[clock chimes]
It's almost Decision Day, and you have a decision to make.
I failed your parents.
I could not protect them, but I can protect their children.
Drink the cordial.
[thunder crashes]
And think about it.
What are you thinking?
[Klaus] That I wish we had our parents here and not just their handwriting.
[thunder crashes]
[Lemony] The difference between your memory of a person
and their handwriting is that, unlike words written in ink,
most memories fade over time.
You likely no longer remember what it was like to be a small, gurgling baby,
just as I no longer remember
what it was like to travel by trolley in the light of day,
instead of by secret tunnel in the dead of night.
But some memories never fade,
and these memories are often of people we've lost.
We carry them with us,
the way I carry every letter I ever received from Beatrice...
a woman I will never share a root beer float or a horse costume with again.
Hello?
Is anyone down here?
[sheep bleating]
[Ishmael] Attention, colonists!
Another Decision Day has arrived.
Anyone wishing to leave the island?
Wise decision.
I declare Decision Day is over!
-Decision Day isn't over yet. -Because we've decided to leave.
Baudelaires, you seem agitated. Why don't you have some cordial?
We won't drink any, and neither should any of you!
We read about fermented beverages here. They're an opiate!
-Nothing wrong with a little opiate! -Ishmael's trying to control you!
That's why nobody remembers your lives before the island,
and why nobody ever wants to leave!
The Baudelaires are confused. [chuckles]
Obviously dehydrated.
I suggest you drink some cordial.
I suggest it very strongly.
[Friday] Castaway!
Castaway!
[Ishmael] She appears to be hurt...
and very pregnant.
-Kit! - Kit!
[woman] Yes?
-[Violet] No. -Yes.
[high-pitched] It is I, Kit Snicket.
And as you can see, I'm very pregnant.
No, you're not. You're Count Olaf! A child can see that.
I'm a castaway
-and should be welcomed with gifts. -[Alonso] You're not!
You're that villain we put in a birdcage.
[whimpering] I need medicine and your finest wine.
-[Klaus] It is Kit! -[Olaf] Pay no attention to that woman!
[Violet] Kit!
Kit! Kit!
She's breathing.
-[Klaus] What happened? -[Violet] I don't know.
I'll wrap the ankle. You handle Count Olaf.
I've never seen so many books.
I've never seen books at all.
That treacherous woman up there has dragged these books up to your colony
just to bring trouble to you poor island folk.
We're not falling for that!
-Ishmael. -Now look here...
As a decent person, I never presume someone's gender,
but you're trying to manipulate my decency,
so take off that ridiculous disguise!
You first, Ish.
You're still rotten, Olaf.
It's time you took responsibility for your actions.
Only if you take responsibility for yours.
You took a plucky schoolboy
and made him think that books and poetry and learning would keep him safe.
Well, they didn't.
Every parent figure I've ever had has either let me down or died.
This is the end.
Only for you.
I don't know how you got out of that cage--
-I picked the lock with a fish bone. -I'm going to put you right back in.
I don't think that you are. [chuckles] You were right, Ish.
One harpoon isn't much of a threat against a colony,
but how about a diving helmet filled with the world's deadliest fungus?
You don't mean--
[Olaf] That's right!
I found the Medusoid Mycelium,
and I will unleash it on this island
unless you give me those three orphans and that canoe.
The orphans may be mutinous, but they're still under my protection.
I won't let you take them.
[scoffs] And how do you plan to stop me?
With this.
Sunny?
Kit!
-Violet. -You washed up on an island.
-You're gonna be all right. -I'm afraid we're all far from all right.
I saw a diving helmet full of a dangerous fungus wash up. Do you see it?
I think I know where it is. Sunny, stay with Kit!
-No! -Don't shoot!
[glass shattering]
[gasping]
You harpooned me.
Well, you started it!
You literally started it!
It doesn't matter who started it! Those spores are the Medusoid Mycelium!
Medusoid Mycelium?
[cackles]
I feel something weird in my throat.
[Olaf] Yes. That weird feeling
is a poisonous mushroom that is infecting you with its deadly spores.
-It's deadly? -We need horseradish!
-It's the only cure! -[Klaus] Or wasabi.
There aren't any spices on the island!
This is my moment of ultimate triumph! [cackling]
At last, I have everything I have ever--
[spluttering]
I have ev--
[coughing]
I don't want to die.
We need horseradish or another culinary substitute!
Wait, I know of a horseradish factory off Lousy Lane.
We can sail the outrigger there and be saved!
You'd never reach it in time!
To the outrigger!
[moaning]
[Ishmael] Push off, everyone!
-What if you don't make it? -You could spread the fungus
-to the entire world! -You're making a terrible mistake!
Maybe I am.
Being a leader is like being a parent. You try to keep your children safe.
You just don't always know what you're doing.
Farewell, Baudelaires!
Farewell!
-[Klaus] They'll never make it. -There has to be something we can do.
There's always one thing you can do.
[wheezing]
You can die.
[coughing]
Don't you understand, Baudelaires?
Don't you understand that so much of life
is just waiting for people who have wounded you
to finally, finally die?
[chuckling]
[wheezing]
[Kit moaning]
Kit!
[Kit crying, Olaf coughing]
Baudelaires.
We failed to stop Count Olaf from releasing the Medusoid Mycelium.
We haven't failed yet.
Tell me, what happened at the hotel?
-Do you have the sugar bowl? -We failed there, too.
[waves crashing]
You said the sugar bowl could help us. What's in the sugar bowl?
Sugar.
Sugar?
From a botanical hybrid V.F.D. developed to defend us against the Mycelium.
-I thought that was horseradish. -Horseradish cures you.
The hybrid immunizes you.
Baudelaires, I failed you.
I told you I would come back to the hotel, but then I saw an SOS signal
from a self-sustaining hot-air mobile home.
Duncan and Isadora.
-Do you know where they are? -Are they safe?
I don't know.
My submarine got attacked before I could reach them. I'm...
I'm so sorry.
We're sorry, too.
We helped Count Olaf burn down the hotel.
Sometimes...
you have to fight fire with fire.
When you fight fire with fire, the world goes up in smoke.
Dewey says that.
Tell me, Baudelaires.
Is he safe?
Dewey's dead.
My baby will never meet her father.
I can feel the fungus in my throat.
The hour's not over yet. Klaus, stay with Kit.
No. Baudelaires...
stay together.
[panting]
Hold on. We'll be back soon.
Violet, I don't feel too good.
We're almost there. Let's hope our parents cooked with spices.
[slithering rasp]
[Violet] We have to find horseradish, or another culinary substitute.
Do you see anything?
There's nothing here! No horseradish. No wasabi.
This can't be the end, not when we're so close to so many things.
-[Klaus] I wish our parents could help us. -Maybe they still can.
If there was another antidote, maybe they wrote it down.
[Klaus] There's no index.
[coughing] There's no table of contents.
We don't have time to read an entire book.
Is there another way to search a book without reading it?
[stammering] We can skim it.
[Lemony] Skimming a book is not the same as reading it,
for the same reason that fast-forwarding through a piece of televised entertainment
is not the same as watching it.
But when you skim through a narrative, you get a strange view of the story,
full of confusing utterances...
It's a good thing I am not a centipede!
...out of context revelations...
"At that time, Mr. Poe was known by his stage name..."
...and increasing desperation
as you get closer to the end.
Sunny's shivering, and I'm finding it hard to breathe.
[Lemony] Sadly...
my search remains fruitless.
-Wait! - But sometimes when you skim,
you find what you're looking for.
It's Mother's handwriting.
"In case the treachery of the outside world reaches our shores,
we've recreated the botanical hybrid in the tuberous canopy."
Botanical hybrid. That's what Kit said was in the sugar bowl.
I don't know what "tuberous canopy" means.
We found the answer, but I don't know the words.
Sunny, what did you say?
She said apple.
Tuberous canopy. The roots above!
The apples from the tree.
The cure is right above our heads!
[coughing, panting]
We can't die in here.
Our parents gave us the answers in this room without even knowing it.
-Maybe it's too late. -[coughing]
Maybe this is the end of our story.
[rasping]
[coughing]
[hissing]
I must be hallucinating from the mushrooms.
That looks like the Incredibly Deadly Viper. [coughs]
[hissing]
[panting]
It's bitter.
And they say the first bite of an apple tastes the best.
It's the best thing I've ever tasted.
You're gonna be okay. We found a way to dilute the poison.
-Take a bite. -No, I can't.
You have to. You're sick.
No, I can't. It would harm the baby.
I can feel her coming soon.
[Violet] The water's rising. If you don't get off, you'll float away!
I can't move.
I'm not as strong as you, Baudelaires. I've...
lost too many people.
My parents.
My brothers.
Dewey.
Your baby needs you.
[coughing]
We have to get her to shore.
We're too weak from the poison.
[coughing]
He'd never help us.
What choice do we have?
We're gonna get you help.
[groaning]
At last, you bow before the king of Olaf-Land.
We don't have time for your nonsense. We need your help.
You need my help? [wheezing]
Well, well, well. [chuckling]
How do you like them apples?
Take a bite of this apple. It'll dilute the poison.
I don't want your bitter fruit!
I've lost too much to go on. [wheezing]
My parents, my true love, my henchfolk,
an enormous fortune I never really earned.
You have to go on.
Do one good thing in your life, Olaf.
I've done lots of good things in my life. [wheezing]
I once took in three orphans.
You made us orphans in the first place!
Is that what you think?
-We know it. -You don't know anything.
[Kit moaning]
[Violet] Please!
You have to help Kit.
Her baby is arriving. She could die!
Kit...
might die?
Give me that.
[groaning]
That looks bad.
I've been worse.
Hello, hello, hello.
[straining]
You!
I told you I'd do that one last time.
You are a wicked man.
You really think one kind act will make me forgive you all your failings?
I haven't apologized.
[sighs, splutters]
[sighs]
-Let me see your eyes. -Hm?
The night has a thousand eyes, and the day but one.
Yet the light...
of the bright world dies with the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes, and the heart but one.
Yet the light of a whole life dies when love is done.
I never forgot you.
You hurt people.
Yeah.
And people hurt me.
[groaning]
It's all over now.
[coughing]
What's that thing your brother used to say?
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens...
[both] like a coastal shelf.
[chuckling]
Get out as early as you can--
[coughing]
And don't have any kids yourself.
He's gone, Sunny.
He's dead.
[moaning]
[Lemony] As I'm sure you know, "labor" is the term for the process
by which a woman gives birth.
By no coincidence, it is also a word that means "a very difficult task."
[baby crying]
[Violet] It's a girl.
What will you name her?
Let's name her after your mother.
I always hoped I'd be as good a mother as she was.
-You will be. -[gasping]
[gasping] It's too late.
The apple isn't working.
My baby will be an orphan.
[baby gurgling]
Just promise me, Baudelaires...
Promise me she won't be alone.
Hey.
-[baby gurgling] -I know.
[coughing]
-Kit! Kit! -[wheezing, coughing]
[Violet] Stay with us!
-[coughing] -Kit!
Please don't go!
Kit!
Please don't leave us!
[Lemony] It is likely your eyes were closed when you were born,
so that when you left the safe place of your mother's womb,
or if you are a seahorse, your father's yolk sac,
you did not yet know the people who would shelter you as your life began,
when you were even smaller and more delicate and demanding than you are now.
Perhaps if we saw what was ahead,
and glimpsed the crimes, follies, and misfortunes that would befall us,
we would all stay in our mothers' wombs,
then there would be nobody in the world
but a great number of pregnant, irritated women.
In any case, all of our stories begin in darkness with our eyes closed.
And all our stories end that way, too,
as we utter our last words...
before slipping back into darkness...
and silence.
Violet...
What do we do?
-We look after her. - How?
"A library's like an island in a vast sea of ignorance..."
"Particularly if the library is tall
and the surrounding area has been flooded."
Our parents left us this book.
[Violet] We can start at the beginning.
Page one.
"We're embarking on a new voyage,
and Bertrand insisted we document it in this book."
"We know that no book can contain every story in the world,
even if the book is long and the world seems to grow smaller every day."
"But perhaps many years from now,
another set of voyagers will discover this book
and read about the people who came before them..."
"The stories they left behind..."
"And this entire series of unfortunate events."
[typewriter keys clattering]
[woman] Last chapter.
[bell dings]
[woman] Today the seawall will flood, and we've reached our decision.
We will leave the island in a boat Bertrand has built and named after me,
to rejoin the world...
in time for our first child to be born.
We came here to raise children someplace safe,
but we now realize we cannot shelter them forever.
If it is a girl, we will name her Violet.
And if it is a boy...
Lemony!
Lemony?
-They were gonna name me Lemony. -I wonder why that name was so important.
We met a Lemony, remember?
Our parents never told us about him.
Our parents never told us a lot of things.
Cake!
[laughing]
Ready?
One, two, three...
[all] Happy birthday!
I can't believe it's been a year.
It's a strange place to celebrate your first birthday.
Should we tell her about the one on a submarine?
Or the one you had in a jail cell?
[laughing]
[gurgling]
It's been a year. That means the seawall will flood again tomorrow.
This is our chance to leave.
And go where?
We can't shelter her forever. Her parents knew that.
If we leave, what will we find?
[Lemony] The world is a complicated and confusing place,
with more stories
than even one very dedicated, very lonely researcher can uncover.
Stories about noble siblings
who survive fire and eagles to be reunited at last.
Or two submarine co-captains
on a mission to find their missing stepfather.
[over PA] Aye! This is Captain Widdershins! Is anyone out there?
[applause, cheering]
Or a troupe of actors finding personal and artistic fulfillment.
At least for a night.
I've even heard of a brave snake
who swam a great distance to carry an apple to a certain outrigger.
Though, of course, there are still unknowns.
[panting]
Well, we can't set sail on a boat named the Olaf.
I think the original name is underneath.
[baby gurgling]
That's right. That's your name.
It was our mother's name, too.
[baby squealing]
Are we ready to do this?
If we wait until we're ready, we'll be waiting the rest of our lives.
Come on, Beatrice.
[Klaus] It's okay, it's okay.
[Beatrice laughing]
Let's go home.
[Lemony] Sometimes a chapter might end,
but that doesn't mean that the story is over.
And some stories go on,
even after the storyteller has stopped telling them.
Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best,
even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail,
so rarely arrives.
Then again, the 14th time you are followed to your motel room,
it might not be the police or...
any surviving enemies. It...
might be a relative...
with...
an invitation to share a story.
And a root beer float.
[ringing]
Mr. Snicket?
I'm your niece.
Beatrice Baudelaire.
The second.
Would you like to hear a story about our family?
I would like that very much.
As you know, Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire were intelligent children...
And they were charming and resourceful and had...
[together] Pleasant facial features.
They lived with their parents in a mansion in the heart of a busy city.
You know this story.
Parts.
Do you know the part about the pirates?
Pirates?
Female Finnish pirates.
It was after we sailed away from the island,
but before their third trip to Briny Beach.
Violet had just tied up her hair to invent a steering mechanism,
and Klaus was studying tidal charts,
when Sunny looked up from the black bean and mango salad she was preparing
and said, "Shiver me timbers!"
[theme music playing]