𝓞𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓤𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓐 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮

1×17 - HAT TRICK

–[Storybrooke]–

(Mary Margaret, who has escaped from her cell, has fled to the woods. Meanwhile, Henry and Izzy sit on a bench reading their book at the station. Emma and Mr. Gold see them.)

Emma: Henry. Izzy. What are you doing here?

Henry: We came to congratulate you.

Emma: For what?

Izzy: Your genius plan.

Mr. Gold: And what plan's that, Izzy?

(Henry and Izzy don't respond.)

Mr. Gold: Right.

(Mr. Gold leaves Emma and the twins alone in the hall.)

Henry: Sorry. We thought Mr. Gold was in on it, now that he's Miss Blanchard's lawyer.

Emma: In on what?

Izzy: The escape plan.

Emma: The what?

(Mr. Gold calls out from the other room.)

Mr. Gold: Sheriff, could you join me, please?

(They join Mr. Gold and see Mary Margaret's empty cell.)

Mr. Gold: She's gone.

Emma: Henry, Izzy, what did you do?

Henry: Nothing. She was gone when we got here.

Mr. Gold: Her arraignment's tomorrow. If she's not there...

Emma: She's a fugitive. Doesn't matter if she's convicted for Kathryn or not – she's screwed. I have to go find her before someone notices she's missing.

Mr. Gold: Oh, you mean Regina?

Emma: The arraignment's at eight A.M. I'm sure she'll be here bright and early to celebrate her victory.

Mr. Gold: Well, you have until eight A.M., then.

Izzy: Uh, what about us? How can we help?

Emma: Go home.

Henry: Emma, if she leaves Storybrooke...

Emma: Not now, Henry. Come on.

Mr. Gold: Miss Swan, I know time is of the essence, but if Miss Blanchard doesn't return... Her future's in jeopardy. And if you're caught helping her, so is yours.

Emma: I don't care. I'd rather lose my job than my friend.

———–

(Emma gets in her car and drives down a deserted road near the woods. In the fog in the distance, a figure can be seen. Emma doesn't notice in time and narrowly avoids hitting a man. He jumps out of the way and falls down an incline. She gets out of her car to assist him.)

Emma: I'm so sorry! Are you okay? I didn't see you there.

Jefferson: Uh, I think so.

Emma: Are you sure?

Jefferson: I'm fine. I'm not used to sharing the road with cars so late. You're the Sheriff, aren't you?

Emma: Yeah.

Jefferson: What brings you out here in the middle of the night?

Emma: Oh, nothing to worry about. I'm just looking for a lost dog.

Jefferson: Well, I hope you find it.

Emma: Thank you.

(Jefferson tries to walk, but has an obvious limp.)