Lost Girl (2010–2016): Season 1, Episode 10 - The Mourning After - full transcript

Hey, pass me the Pinot.
Oh, and the machete.

Okay, intervention time.

Does this not seem wrong to you?
Two incredibly sexy, hot girls...

...sitting at home, waxing
their weapons on a Friday night.

Nope. But something
about that sentence makes me horny.

Me too. Wouldn't you rather
be waxing Mr. Dyson's sword tonight?

Dyson is working late. Besides,
we're kind of in limbo at the moment.

Taking things slow, for once.

I mean, we're great together
and everything...

...but we're also a lot of work.

Give me the 6-inch.



If I could give you the 6-inch,
all our problems would be solved.

Don't flatter yourself.

Look, all I'm saying
is I think we need to get out more.

Oh, I get out. I put myself out there.
It's not like I haven't tried.

Men, women, humans, Fae.
That one time with a goat.

- I'm kidding.
- Yeah.

My point is that I am tired
of making the effort.

If the universe wants me to find love,
it knows where to look. I'm in no rush.

Let's face it, Kenzi,
the dating scene is killer.

I'm glad we met. I had a really
great time with you tonight.

Me too.

Bye.

Hey.

You wanna come back to my place
for a drink?



Oh, God, you're gorgeous.

Life is hard
when you don't know who you are.

It's harder
when you don't know what you are.

My love carries a death sentence.

I was lost for years,
searching while hiding...

...only to find I belong to a world
hidden from humans.

I won't hide any more.

I will live the life I choose.

The door was locked from the inside.
There was no sign of forced entry.

Well, we'll see what the coroner says,
but I am not seeing signs of foul play.

Agreed.

Still, that's one hell
of a suicide note.

No way was it a suicide.

Sorry, but that's total bullshit.
My sister would not kill herself.

All that junk they say she wrote
on the wall? "Whore"? "Slut"?

- Doesn't sound like her?
- No.

- She was a strong person.
- Did she show signs of depression?

I mean, she was human.
She had her bad days.

- What about the day she died?
- We live together.

Her last voicemail told me
not to rush home.

She'd met a great guy
and was feeling optimistic.

Your fliers say that you only take cases
that no one else will believe.

The cops
have already ruled this a suicide.

I need you
to help me prove them wrong.

Don't get your hopes up.
I worked it. it's clean.

Sure it wasn't some kind
of homicide?

Well, not judging by this.

Had to pry it from her hands.

She cracked the shaft
with her spasms.

Shaft.

Which means it didn't just fall
in the water, she held it under.

Couldn't somebody
have forced her hand?

- Without getting deep-fried?
- No sign of physical force.

Yeah, but you and I both know that
certain people have ways around that.

Theoretically, yes.
Could've been a Fae kill. You're right.

Say that last part again.

But this has been ruled a suicide.
The humans are happy.

I can't do more with normal
police resources without raising flags.

- You're cutting me off?
- I would love to help...

...but the most I can do
is give my stuff to the Fae labs.

That means
you have to talk to Lauren.

- Come with me.
- No. No.

That is just way too awkward
without beer.

- You're on your own, sister.
- Great.

- How have you been?
- Fine.

You haven't been returning my calls.

- Can we just...?
- Okay.

I took a look at the file
Dyson sent over.

Had my people process it.

Initial analysis indicates
she wrote the graffiti herself.

- What about Fae involvement?
- Possible.

If she was killed through feeding,
I don't recognise it offhand.

There are at least a dozen types
of Fae associated...

...with anxiety, despair, desperation,
that kind of thing.

So, what can you tell me?

COD was myocardial fibrillation
from the electrocution.

Death by hair dryer.
That's a lousy way to go.

Also, she had sex
about an hour prior to her death.

It appears consensual.

Not so sure I trust your judgement
on sexual matters.

- Pardon?
- I mean...

...say that one party
thought the connection was real.

Then found out the other party
was manipulating them...

...to impress their ass-hat boss.

Bo, do you think
that we weren't headed that way?

I think that you ruined any chance
of us finding out.

And I think that's really shitty.

I don't know how many ways
I can tell you I'm sorry. Let me explain.

Kenzi's waiting for me. I gotta go.

Hit me with some hooch, T-Bag.

"T-Dawg."

Please, sir,
may I have some beverage?

Here.

Help yourself. I'm busy.

Oh, my God, it's like Christmas.

Fitzpatrick MacCorieghan
of Clan Fin Arvin.

Trouble in the Shire.

This is your 24-hour warning,
Fitzpatrick.

"Fitzpatrick"?

Midnight tomorrow,
I reclaim the coin.

I know what day it is, Valentine.

Good.

I'll see you tomorrow, then,
to take back what's mine.

Unless, of course,
you'd like to hand it over now.

Unless you'd like to lose your hand,
I suggest you step back until invited.

Fair enough.

Midnight, then.

And don't be late.

You know the consequences.

What the Fae was that?

Mind your business.

There is some freaky shit
going on here.

Two words: "Lauren, kiss-my-ass."

Lot of hyphens in that one. Let's go.

- No. I wanna ask Trick something.
- We're late.

Allison had sex,
and I wanna know with who.

Wait. Little guy, big mouth,
must know.

Did your sister say anything else
about the nice guy that she met?

No, nothing. I wish she had.

Sorry. it's strange talking about her
in the past tense.

We can handle this
if it's too much for you.

- Yeah, I think I might grab some air.
- Okay.

These were Alli's.
You can have them.

Just lock up when you're done.

- Anything upstairs?
- Just a fancy gitch collection.

I'd say milady was single
and ready to crotch-mingle.

Oh, Kenzi,
you have the soul of a poet.

I know this.

Allison was a little more sentimental.
Check out these titles.

"The Gigantic Romantic."

"Don't Let Love Go,
or Love Will Let Go of You."

Actually, I bought this one too.

That's something we had in common.

Looking for love
in all the wrong places.

Is that your way of saying "anal"?

Hey, check this out.

Matchbooks from Crimson, a local bar.
Looks like she's been there a lot.

Recently. Check these.

Credit charges from Crimson,
the last three Fridays.

All signed by Miss Allison.

Well, TGIF.

Feel like going for a drink?

Set phasers to "douche."

There is way too much gel
and chest waxing in this place.

Ladies.

You look great.

Check it. You can go online...

...and look at photos of yourself
having fun while still having it.

Paparazzi for clubbers?

Everybody wants to be famous.
It's the new world order. Lame-o.

Check that out.

"Every Friday"?

- Sounds promising.
- Yeah.

Hi. I'm John.

Well, hello, ladies.
So glad you could join us.

If you could just take your name tags,
we'll be starting in a jiffy.

Tonight's sharing topic is, well:

"My favourite memory,
my biggest regret."

In two-minute rounds or less. Okay?

So, everyone,
please, please, enjoy yourself.

- Speed dating.
- Oh, hell, no.

Oh, no, no, no. Easy, Slim.
Think of it this way:

We question these dudes a minute
at a time, we're out of here in 15.

Yep. That was my definite
favourite memory of all time.

Minus the rug burn.

Allison was with me that night,
and she's actually been here before.

Did you ever meet her?

Oh, my favourite literary quote
about regret.

Fun.

Well, I think it was the great poet
Ludacris who said:

Regret is for suckers

For suckers, for suckers

Regret is for suckers

Bitch

My biggest regret?

Probably losing touch
with my best friend, Allison.

You...?

You wouldn't happen to recognise her,
would you?

What happy memories?

Those were hard times. So cold.

That is why I'm here.

If I could maybe get loan
from nice person.

Send chicken back to Mama.

What if I give you my number?

You could be a sweet boy
and ask around for me, right?

Wow, didn't know
this was girl-on-girl too.

Okay, gorgeous.

You got about 10 seconds to tell me
why you're hunting on my turf.

Brr-Gina.

Hey. Hey, I wanna talk to you.

I'm new in town, and I wasn't planning
on a turf war right out of the gate.

If this is your place, it was rude of you
not to mark your territory.

What, like, pee on it?

I don't know how.
I don't know anything.

You're the only other Succubus
that I've ever met.

- What? How is that even possible?
-It's along story.

Can I buy you a beer
and tell you all about it?

This is a boring little town. We usually
gravitate to some place sexier.

We're big in Berlin. Come with me.
I'll introduce you around.

I would love that.

So how long are you
gonna be in town?

I don't know. I usually travel around.

I set up a few regulars, some sugar
daddies in every port and all that.

Then move around, have fun.

Traveling courtesan?
That's your business?

And business is naughty, thank God.

So, what's your line?
Call girl? Stripper? Wife?

Private investigator, actually.

Pardon?

I rent out my persuasion services...

...to people who need help finding
loved ones, getting back stolen goods.

You work?

Oh, honey, Succubi don't work.

I have so much to teach you.

Wow, look at the time.
We probably should go, right?

Yeah, I'm gonna stay a bit longer
and pick her brain.

So if you're cool taking the car,
I'll grab a cab, okay?

- Super cool.
- Cool.

- So not cool.
- What?

Are you listening to me?

No, Kenzi.
Shocking news from Galileo.

You're not actually the center
of the universe.

First Bo and now you. That's great.

Next person that wants to crap on me
can find me at home.

Wait. Wait, wait.

Look, I'm really sorry.

I'm under a lot of pressure right now,
but that's no excuse.

Thanks.

I could really use your help
right now.

- Should I go get Bo?
- No, no, I meant your help.

Specifically you.

Do tell.

Not here. Downstairs.

It's called the Coin of Jahayla.

It brings luck in business
to its possessor.

Valentine and I found it together
a long time ago.

And you made some kind
of coin timeshare deal?

In a manner of speaking.

Cutting the coin in half
would destroy its essence.

So we alternate possession
every hundred years.

It's my turn to return it.

And you don't wanna give it back.

I can't. it's missing.

I locked it up for safekeeping
this past turn.

And yesterday, when I went
to retrieve it, it was gone from its box.

I've looked everywhere.

- So, what can I do?
- Well...

...I know a way of tracking the coin,
a ceremony...

...but it requires a human female
to complete it.

- Some kind of sex thing?
- No, no.

A virgin sacrifice?
I don't think I can help.

No, no, no.
I'm not sacrificing anyone.

I just need help from this particular Fae
that only talks to female humans.

- All right, I'm in.
- Great.

I gotta gather some supplies.
Meet me back here tomorrow?

"Virgin sacrifice."

Right. Because that's never happened
with you people.

Sure you haven't seen her?
She's been to the club.

I recognise her,
but I've never talked to her.

She's not my type.

You didn't see anyone suspicious
around? Any Fae?

Sorry,
Fae-dar isn't really a Succubus gift.

- You think the killer could be Fae?
- That's what I'm trying to figure out.

Good. Then I wanna help.
Two Succubi are better than one.

Well, no of fence,
but why would you put yourself out?

I mean, if this is murder,
the killer is killing humans, not Fae.

You don't understand
how this works.

If anybody is hunting on my territory,
I wanna know about it.

I wanna see you in action,
Nancy Drew.

See how the other half lives.

The sooner I can help solve the case,
the sooner I can teach you to cut loose.

Allison was such a lovely young lady.
I mean...

...so poised and full of life.
I can't believe she'd kill herself.

Well, neither can her sister.

She hired me to see
if anything could be involved.

If there's anything I can do ...

Were there any strange men
at these events?

Any complaints
from the other women?

Well, none. I mean, we have
an industry-leading screening process.

You see, Allison was a star client.

She was a great conversationalist.
She made the men feel welcome.

Last few sessions, every man checked
her "would like to see her again" box.

Well, did any special dates
come out of that?

You see, girls like Allison...

...they could afford to be picky.

Her last two sessions,
she didn't check a single box.

I'm gonna need to see
the list of the men.

Look, I really wanna help,
but I'd have to check with head office.

You don't really need to do that.

You trust me, right?

Well, I do have these names right here
if you'd like to look at them.

Great.

You know, you should really think
about joining our mixer nights.

Not bad for a rookie.

Come on, I'll drive you home.

Hey. I just got off.
Do you wanna go for a drink?

No, thanks.
I've had enough of bars for one night.

I've got some leads on this case.
Can you follow some up?

- What are they?
- Names of guys the deceased met...

...while speed dating.
I'm e-mailing them to you.

Can you run a background check
and see if any have interesting priors?

Yeah, I think I can manage that.

- How was your evening?
- It was ... It was very surprising.

I'll see you tomorrow.

You're kidding, right?

You don't actually live like this.
A Succubus? ls your box broken?

Shut up and come have some wine.

- Who was on the phone?
- My cop friend.

- It was swell knowing you. I gotta go.
- He's cool. He's Light Fae.

- Worse. You said you were neutral.
- I am.

I don't have that luxury. I'm Dark Fae.
So keep the Light out of my business.

- I can do that.
- Good.

Now ask me anything
you wanna know.

Sol never really thought...

...does that mean my mother
is a Succubus?

Probably.
Or your dad could be an Incubus.

Fae genetic lineage
is pretty complicated.

One or both of your parents
are probably sex chi eaters.

Even then there's a bunch of variety.

- There's Lilin, Yuki-Onna, Rusalka--
- Wait. Slow down. Slow down.

Oh, my God, you're adorable.

You know what? Forget the notes. I'm
not going anywhere. I can teach you.

I really appreciate that.
You have no idea.

I mean, I've been feeling lost
for a really long time.

So if you guys do it...

...will you, like, create a black hole
or cancel each other out?

Actually, I'm not all that attracted
to my own kind.

I'm more of a novelty whore.

I should be going.

- I'll see you at Collette's tomorrow?
- Yeah. Sounds good.

Why are you talking to her about the
case? Hello, she could be involved.

I already thought about that,
Sherlock.

But I know a Succubus kill,
and that is not how Allison died.

Also, she had hetero sex that night.
Saskia isn't exactly a dangler.

I wouldn't be so sure.

You're just hanging out with her
for the Succubus contact high.

Well, is that really so bad?

I mean, she's the only one of my kind
that I have ever met.

Just wanna see where this goes.

But if you want me
to keep my distance ...

Don't be stupid. I understand.

-It's fine. I just worry about my girl.
- Okay.

Well, that is why I love you so much.

Now I'm gonna hit the hay.

Saskia and I are going to talk
to Collette in the morning. Good night.

Yes? Can I help--?

I did a check on the speed daters.
They all came up clean.

Seriously?

Oh, damn it.

I know it sounds crazy, but I think
there's something to this case.

Well, fortunately, I've grown to trust
your instincts, so I dug a little deeper.

In the past five years,
a dozen women committed suicide...

...leaving this signature graffiti.

It's way outside what you'd expect
to find. Definitely a pattern.

Shit.

Collette was right.

Look, I can't officially get involved
any more...

...but if you need my help, I'm there.

Want me to come with you
to see this client?

No, actually.
I can handle this one on my own.

- You okay? You seem a little different.
- No, I'm fine. Fine.

It was just a late night.
I have a monster hangover.

You need me, you call.

I always do.

And thank you.

Hello?

This is not cool.
Have you never heard of beauty sleep?

I wanna get her
before she goes to work.

Collette?

Shit.

Jesus. Collette.

She's already cold.

Tell me about this graffiti.
Did her sister do this kind of thing too?

Yeah. Yeah, in her journal...

...and on some walls.
- Shit. We need to get out of here.

- Why? What is it?
- An Albaster.

- What?
- Move.

We'll need salt from the Pyrenees.

Bull tallow.

And remember, don't look into her eyes
for too long. Lightning Birds hate that.

Why do we need this chick again?

Witch doctors swear by their eggs
for finding lost or stolen goods.

Gonna use these to summon
her lightning. it's the way she travels.

Nice ride.

So, what's my angle here?

Talk her out of one of her eggs
when she appears, if you can.

I'd do it myself, but Lightning Birds
can't be seen or heard by any Fae.

So it's all on you.

Why can't you just tell Val, like:

"Hey, man, about the coin, whoops,
I don't gots it no more"?

Partly honor.
I'd never hear the end of it.

And the rest?

To prevent just such a thing,
we both put up collateral.

What was yours?

You're sitting in it.

The Dal?

Oh, man, Trick.

We are not gonna let that happen.

See you tonight.

After sundown.

- Albasters are our natural enemies.
- In what way?

Succubi feed off
and create sexual pleasure, right?

Albasters do the same
with sexual shame.

Make people feel bad
about liking sex?

Women mostly, quelle surprise.
Bunch of puritans.

They cause guilt
over sexual behaviour...

...leading to shame spirals,
eating disorders...

...and, ta-da, suicide.
Good thing this case is solved.

- Baby Fae like you is outmatched.
- This is not over. I let Collette down.

If I can find this bastard,
I'm gonna go after him.

Go you. Okay. So, what's next?
We know what we're looking for.

How do we find them?

Allison hooked up with someone
the night she died.

It doesn't look like
it was the speed daters.

What if she met her killer
on her way home from speed dating?

Yeah. Or on her way out.

She'd have to pass through
the main bar, right?

Yeah.

Still have that photographers card?

Of course. Hang on.

- What exactly are we looking for?
- Candide from the night Allison died.

See if we can put her
with any faces.

This is exciting.
Maybe I should get a hobby.

- See? I'm converting you.
- Not if I convert you first.

- Hey, there she is.
- Yeah, but who's Captain Handsome?

Oh, I recognise him.

He's this total pick-up artist.

He hits on lonely women.
Comes in around last call.

- Gives us time. You coming with?
- No. My dance card is full.

But, you know, don't wait up.

You were not shitting
about the lightning part.

- I try not to "shit" about things.
- So, what now?

Now we wait.

See if she shows herself.

What are you doing?

Lightning Birds are like magpies.

They like to steal things, shiny things,
from the people they help.

About that.
I have been re-evaluating.

- Entrepreneur to entrepreneur--
- You're a thief.

Semantics. We need to negosh, okay?
If I help save your bar tonight...

...I want 10-percent ownership.
- No.

- I want the coin for a year.
- No.

- I want a unicorn.
- No.

Forgiveness of my tab
and free drinks for life. Come on.

- Okay. But nothing top shelf.
- Fine.

Why don't you get comfortable?
This could take a while.

She's here.

Oh, Lord.

You can call me Gloris.

Gloris.

You know,
I've always liked you humans.

Never ask me for anything.

But this one,
I bet you he's just like all the rest.

- He wants one of my eggs, right?
- Yeah.

That bastard.

- Kenzi.
- Just don't do it.

- They don't own you.
- Exactly. Thank you.

- Kenzi.
- Yeah.

Like, who do they think they are,
calling you out of nowhere?

Screw them. If they want an egg...

...there is a damn grocery store
across the street. Am I right?

- Amen.
- You said it, sister.

You could always beat them
at their own game.

- I'm listening.
- Forget the petty theft.

Ask for a future favour,
something valuable in return.

You see, what I'm saying here
is you have a hot commodity.

You're a businesswoman.
All you need is an agent.

Oh, dear God.

A human, perhaps,
to handle these exchanges for you.

I could negotiate with Trick.

That he take this egg
in exchange for a future favour to you.

He would do that?

I am sure he would do that,
wouldn't he?

I would be happy
to offer a future favour...

...in exchange for her egg.

Child, I do like you.

Here.

It's still warm.

Well, this has been a treat.

But I must get back to my nest now.

Although, I don't know why he wasted
his time calling little old me.

- Such a martyr, this one.
- What do you mean?

He could get whatever he wanted...

...if he started writing
in his Book of Blood again.

Well, the most powerful
are always the most stubborn.

What did she say?

This is your lucky night.

Oh, I can definitely sense that.

Yeah? How about last Friday?
Did you get lucky then?

Oh, not like this.

Focus.

- You met a girl named Allison.
- Oh, yeah.

- Yeah? And you had sex?
- Definitely.

- And then you killed her.
- Oh, wait.

She's dead?

- Did you kill her?
- What? No.

Girl, take the training wheels off
already.

Saskia.

Saskia, that's enough.

I said, that's enough.

Unclench, okay?
I know what I'm doing.

He tastes human,
but he still might know something.

- Saskia, you're going to kill him.
- Relax. Watch and learn.

Oh, what a rush.

Do that again.

First, tell the truth, lover.
Do you know who killed Allison?

I swear to God, she was alive
and sleeping when I left.

I may be a player, but I'm no killer.

Okey-dokey. As long as we're clear.
Bye, now.

Hey, wait.

Come on.

Can I get your number?

How--? How did--?

You brought him back.

How did you do that? Can I do that?

See? I told you
I had so much to teach you.

Great. Now I feel like an omelet.

Okay.

The amulet will show us
where the coin is...

...at this precise moment.

There.

Which is currently a cemetery.

Of course it is. Awesometown.

Where are you going?

To get us some flashlights
and some muscle.

Let's call Hale.

Thanks again for the ride.

And I'm serious,
I want you to show me that chi thing.

I've got some thoughts about the case.
Let's have a coffee tomorrow and talk.

Hello, whore.

You're the Albaster?

- What are you doing here?
- You were asking for it.

When you pulled that whore's trick
at the bar and revealed yourself.

I mean, come on. You know
I couldn't resist educating a Succubus.

Educating?

You know, I think
you're the remedial one here, buddy.

I am happy to give you a free lesson.

Oh, this place creeps me out.

I don't care who knows it.

This place creeps everybody out.

Give me a hand with the lid.

Yeah.

I'm not seeing it. You?

It's gotta be in here.
Amulet's never wrong.

The egg showed where the coin was
at the moment you asked?

Yes.

Come on.
I know where the coin is. Let's go.

Let's go.

- Why did you kill Collette?
- She was stirring up trouble.

If you didn't tell me, she'd be alive.
How does that feel?

Give up. You're used to picking on
innocent humans.

- I'm out of your league.
- None of those bitches were innocent.

Every single one of them gave in
to desires of the flesh.

Well, so will you, when I'm done.

What's the matter, huh?
You don't like girls?

I don't like anything.
I'm above all of that.

Pleasure's for the weak, like you.

What's happening?

When I'm done,
you're gonna take a little nap...

...and wake up knowing what a dirty,
worthless slattern you are...

...and how you don't deserve to live.
- No.

This is easier than I expected.

A Succubus with a conscience.

And for your kind,
what a wonderful amount of shame.

Bad news, Bert.

Because I'm
pretty goddamn shameless.

Bo, are you okay? I was so worried
when you didn't answer your phone.

Bo, come on. Come on, sugar.
Shake it off.

Here, take some from me.

Where is he?

That's my girl.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking he's not gonna like
this threesome at all.

That pool table would look good
in my den. Measure it.

Have that lamp appraised.
Probably antique.

-It's time, old friend.
- It certainly is.

Admit it. You pulled a Dutch Heifer.

- Pardon?
- A Boston Fandango?

Anybody?

You pulled a fast con, buddy. I don't
know the mystical Fae specifics.

Whatever coin you gave Trick
was a dissolving fake.

You have had the Coin of Jahayla
the whole time.

And you had it at a cemetery
you visited this afternoon...

...leaving behind these flowers.
- Hey.

Trick, you aren't going to listen
to this human's tripe.

Very closely.

As should you.

I can prove it.
It's a very simple test.

Hale, be a darling dove
and frisk our guest, vigorously.

- You got it.
- All right. All right.

There's no need to be gauche.

Can't blame a guy for trying.

Watch me.

Bye-bye.

You enjoying yourself?

Great. More whores.

Is it me, or is he being hurtful?

Very.

Face it, Mr. Prude,
you are as horny as the rest of us.

It's just that judging others
is the only thing that gets you off.

Well said.
Now let's heat things up a bit.

- Admit it, you like that, don't you?
- More.

Face it, Bertram.
You are a pathetic hypocrite...

...and now you know it, huh?

I am done with him.
I'm calling Dyson.

What did you do?

What he deserved.

Okay, good. You scared him.

Now bring him back
like the guy from the alley.

- I don't think so. He tried to kill you.
- Sas, he'll die.

I hope so.
Otherwise, I'm losing my touch.

- This isn't funny.
- What's the problem? You've killed.

For survival or self-defense.
And I'm not proud of that.

He's tied up and helpless.
This is murder.

What he did was murder. I prefer
to think of this as an execution.

What, you think your cop
in shining armor can do jack to him?

He's Dark Fae.

And trust me, my people
could give a damn about dead humans.

- But you do.
- No.

I care about you and me.

Succubi stick together.

I attacked him, one of my own clan,
to protect you.

I'm the one my people will make pay
if they find out.

- Are you gonna narc on me?
- What? No.

No, but I didn't sign up for this.
I don't want it.

Fine, I'll go.

I don't know how to bring him back.
I can't do this without you.

No, you can't.

There is so much to teach you.
Come. Come with me.

You are not who I thought you were.

And I had higher hopes for you too.
But I'm not giving up on you yet.

When you're ready to learn more
about yourself, come find me.

Hey. Hey. Stay with me.

Stay with me, Bertram.

Dyson, I need help.
Bertram, look at me. Look at me.

- If he's local, he's not ours.
- He's Dark Fae.

That complicates things.

But he obviously pursued you.

Even the Dark agree you have the right
to defend yourself in your home.

- Well, make that clear to The Morrigan.
- I intend to.

I'll handle this, Bo. Make it go away.

I wish you could.

So you know we're closed, right?

- You planning on moving in?
- No rush to go home.

Okay.

What's going on
between you and Bo?

What? Nothing.

She's just busy making new friends
and shit.

Well, a little bird once told me...

...people rarely take you for granted
unless you let them.

Well, a Lightning Bird once told me
something about you too.

That you're powerful,
can make things happen.

Something about
some Book of Blood.

- Do you know anything about that?
- No, I don't.

Takes a con to know a con.

You have secrets, Trickster.

And you have a wild imagination.

Go home, urchin.

Remind Bo why she needs you.

Hey, hoochie.

So, not to panic you...

...but I just thought you should know
you have a big BFF competition.

Trick is, like, totally horning in
on your Kenzi time and--

Hi.

- What's wrong? You okay?
- Yeah. Yeah. It was just a rough night.

And I missed you.

You wanna talk about it?

You know what?
We always talk about me.

I wanna hear
about Kenzi's latest adventures.

Oh, my God. Where do I start?

Okay, first, he will deny it...

...but Trick totally tried
to virgin-sacrifice me.

He made me steal this egg
from this lady-bird person.

- A what?
- Pay attention. It gets weirder.

There was this little crazy guy
named Valentine.

He was so annoyingly mean.

And I felt so bad for Trick.
He was stressing out bigtime.

But thank God for Kenzi...

...because I totally saved the day,
because I put two and two together ...