Emma: Where's the booze?
August: You want me to get you drunk? Maybe next time.
Emma: Dream on.
August: So, there's something special about the well. The legend is that the water from the well is fed by an underground lake with magical properties.
Emma: You sound like Henry.
August: Smart kid.
Henry: I don't know how anyone even remembers what I sound like. I'm hardly on screen, these days.
Recapper: You're not in this scene, either, hon.
August: Anyhoodle, I tell Emma that legend has it, if you drink the water from the well, something lost will be returned to you. She says I know a lot about Storybrooke for a newbie. I tell her she knows pretty little, considering she's the sheriff. Then I admit, the legend is right there on the plaque on the side of the well.
Recapper: Is this where you got the water you used, when you were doing whatever to Henry's book?
August: Ix-nay on the ook-bay in front of the eriff-shay?
Emma: So, you um...believe this legend?
August: I'm a writer. I like to keep an open mind.
Emma: Yeah, but magic?
August: If anything has magic, it's water.
Emma: Yeah, that's pretty much what he says, but he uses about a hundred more words. Short version or long, I still say that's asking a lot to believe on faith.
August: Emma, if you need evidence you're going to find yourself stuck in one place for a long time.
Emma: Maybe, or maybe I'll just find the truth before anyone else.
August: Well, Ms. Skeptic. Bottoms up. It's good water.
Back in Storybrooke, Mary is walking home. People pass her -- whispering and staring. She bumps into Granny who tells her she should be ashamed of herself. Mary is near tears.
Back at the Lake of Nostrils or whatever it's called, the Siren asks Charming his name. He doesn't answer because NOBODY WILL LET ME KNOW HIS NAME. She tells him she can be anyone he wants her to be. He knows she's there to lure him to his death. She claims she doesn't want to kill him. She wants to do him.
Siren: Well, I say it a bit more seductively than that.
Recapper: I'm not listening to your song, you...you--
Dennis: I believe the term you're looking for is watery tart.
Gentle Readers: We thought you weren't going to tolerate slurs.
Recapper: Right. Ahem. Back to your own story, Dennis.
Dennis: Come and see the violence inherent in the system. Help! Help! I'm being repressed!