Lost Girl (2010–2016): Season 1, Episode 11 - Faetal Justice - full transcript

You're in the wrong place.
You're making the wrong conversation.

I'm not done with you.

Remember how it ended
the last time we met?

Think you're gonna come out better
if we play again?

This time, you're the one
who won't see it coming.

Imagine, a Light Fae lawman
coming into a club...

...owned by the Dark,
issuing threats.

I could make you do bad things
to yourself and no one would fault me.

You can't control an animal, Vex.
I'd have your throat out.

And leave you with a club
full of human witnesses?

- You wouldn't do that.
- Try me.



Humans or not,
you'd do well to leave while you can.

Thanks for the drink.

Well, that was a nice visit.

Who wants a drink?

Yeah. Let's have some fun.

Two tablespoons of chilli powder.

All right.

And finally, the ground cumin.
You know, I didn't know you could cook.

Please, I spent a whole month running
a sweet con as a high-society caterer.

Well, I didn't know that either.

You know the least about the peeps
that are closest to you. it's, like, so sad.

- Thank you, Dr. Kenzi.
- Yeah.

I wonder what deep dark secrets
Dyson has.

That is a diary I would kill
to get my hands on.



Well, knowing him,
you probably would have to.

All right.

For the sweet moment of truth,
milady ...

All right.

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, God.

- All right. Grilled cheese it is.
- Yeah.

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 that I belong to a world
hidden from humans.

I won't hide any more.

I will live the life I choose.

And after Spain,
where did Dyson live?

Let me think.

He spent some time in Iceland,
50 years or so.

- Reykjavik.
- But he was always a cop.

Not always.
What's with all the questions?

She's suddenly become obsessed
with learning all of Dyson's secrets.

Hope she doesn't get into yours.

You can't blame me
for wanting to know more.

Perhaps I should explain...

...that the phrase "curiosity killed
the cat" is not just an empty saying.

D-man, you're bleeding.

I'm okay. Sanctuary.
I ask for sanctuary.

Clear the bar.
Sanctuary's been invoked.

- What trouble are you in?
- I don't know.

- Well, are you hurt?
- No. it's not my blood.

It's a Dark Fae.
A psycho named Ba'al.

He's gonna think twice
about messing with the Dyson, huh?

He's dead.

- Dyson.
- Buddy.

- Where you at?
- I'm at The Dal.

Hell of a time to drink.
A lot of people looking for you.

We got a Dark Fae
who looks like he was a chew toy.

Three witnesses say
they saw you threaten him.

Hale, I'm being set up, man.

- What the hell were you doing there?
- I don't know.

I've been trying to remember,
but I can't remember anything yesterday.

You know the drill, man.

- Ash wants you to get yourself in here.
- You gotta stall for me.

- What are you gonna do?
- I don't know yet, but I will call you.

The Ash wants me
to turn myself in.

You can't.
He'd hand you over to the Dark.

- What happened to due process?
- You have a lot to learn.

Sometimes I wish
I could forget about your world.

You tell me what you know
and I will find out who set you up.

I don't want you near this, Bo.

Hey, macho man, you've saved
our lives like a million times.

- We owe you.
-It's not about that.

- This Ba'al, he was one of Vex's guys.
- I thought Vex was gone.

- Came back weeks ago.
- You didn't think that was important?

Bo is our best bet...

...to find out what happened.
- I'll need Hale's help.

- We can pool resources.
- Don't put yourself in Vex's way.

There's nothing he would love more
than to get at you.

- I am not gonna do anything stupid.
- I'll make sure of it.

Who's gonna make sure you don't?

For a guy that needs help,
you're making this tough.

Thanks.

Since I'm going into Vex's living room,
I should be packing.

- Can I borrow that Siracon?
-It's a restricted weapon.

And when The Ash heard about you
using it against Vex, I got a visit.

-It's been confiscated.
- Oh, fantastic.

We'll just have to do this
the old-fashioned way.

Gonna get our asses kicked.

- Let's go.
- Bo ...

I'm gonna be fine. I promise.

You better be.

Come on. Let's get you cleaned up.

- You're all this circus needs right now.
- You're happy to see us?

Our boy would be better off
if people didn't start rooting around.

Why don't you tell me what you know?
I'll do less damage than if I'm flailing.

- Trust me, I have seen her flail.
- You can't go into Dark Fae territory.

We can. We might be the only ones
that can help Dyson.

Fine.

I'll give you what I got.

The Morrigan sent over their evidence,
as per protocol.

Lauren's analyzing
the forensic samples.

Security camera shows
that there were three witnesses.

A Dark Fae bartender named Silas.

A human, Goth girl named Portia.

And the club's owner.

- Vex.
- You already had the pleasure.

The pleasure just about killed her.

And you still wanna go
chasing this down?

- You're crazier than I thought.
- I'll take that as a compliment.

Bo,
they know Dyson and me are tight.

They'll be watching me hard
from both sides.

Now, I'll help in any way I can.

Tell Dyson that I still got his back.

He knows.

Thanks.

- What'll you have, girls?
- Black Orgasms...

...and some conversation.

You are totally rocking the PI
right now. Yes.

Well, tonight is your lucky night...

...because I can help you out
on both counts.

- This about that cop that killed Ba'al?
- Why are you sure the cop killed Ba'al?

I think it was obvious.
When the cop was arguing with Ba'al...

...said something about
the last time they met.

Said that Ba'al wouldn't see it coming.

Lookie, lookie, Iooky-loo.

Look who's come out clubbing.

- The unaligned love machine.
- Love isn't the first thing I think of...

...when I see you.
- Oh, come on.

You don't hold our last meeting
against me?

A girl doesn't forget somebody
trying to make her kill herself.

Oh, yeah, right. Bad move.
I'll make her kill you next time.

Speaking of killing,
Dyson offed a very dear friend of mine.

Yeah, well, from what we hear,
your dear friend was a psycho.

It's not nice to speak ill of the dead.

Did Dyson tell you about the
relationship he and Ba'al had before?

If I was a police officer,
I might even see a motive.

We heard someone else saw
what happened.

- A girl named Portia.
- She saw what we all saw.

Dyson threatening to kill poor, poor
Ba'al, and then doing it, apparently.

- How do we find this girl?
- I'm not gonna do your work for you.

But go ahead, knock yourself out.
Another killer adds to the excitement.

She's not a killer. Not like you.

Oh, no, really?
We should compare scores sometime.

You know, we don't have to be enemies.
I could be very friendly.

Just when I think you're as creepy
as you can be, you get creepier.

I'm serious about having you here.

Look at all the human pretties.
Like a Succubus buffet.

You could have whoever you want,
be as strong as you want.

- No hassle. No guilt.
- Thanks. I'll keep that in mind.

Enjoy yourself.

So, what now?

Find a girl dressed in black
in the middle of a Goth club.

Rapid calculation?
That is about everybody.

Including me,
in a pigeonhole-me-and-die sort of way.

But don't worry, I will sniff her out.

- Are you sure you're okay to find her?
-It's Friday night.

Where better to be
than a deadly Dark Fae dance club?

You know?

I hope these clothes are okay.
I grabbed the first thing I found.

Anything without blood
is the style of the day.

I never asked you about this before.
What does it mean anyway?

Souvenirs of battles I've been in.
Lords I've had fealty to.

- What language is it in?
- Lycanthrope.

Shifters of both the Light and Dark
have used it for millennia.

A lot of ink.
Must have killed a lot of people.

- You starting to think I did it too?
- No. I know you didn't do it. I just ...

I wanna know you better.
Now that you mention it...

...the bartender and Vex swear
you were threatening Ba'al.

And Vex said
you had a reason to kill him.

I wouldn't have done it like this.
Threaten Ba'al, kill him an hour later?

What did this guy do?

It was years ago. My partner and I
were tracking some Dark Fae...

...who were leaving a trail of bodies
around town.

Got a call to go to a house uptown.

We got there,
found a husband and wife butchered.

Whoever did it left a sink full of blood.
That's when I knew it was a Redcap.

What is that?
Some kind of team thing?

A kind of team that uses
their victim's blood to dye their hats.

- The street gangs of the Fae world.
- What about Ba'al?

The Dark don't let their people
leave bodies lying around.

They let it slide.

I went to get justice,
but he got the drop on me.

Stuck me with a silver blade. I almost
bled out while he stood there watching.

My partner showed up.

- They didn't do anything?
- It was humans being murdered.

Fair game as far as the Light
and Dark are concerned.

My going against him
was unsanctioned.

Far as they were concerned,
self-defense.

Jeffrey Dahmer could plead
self-defense with these guys.

So did I have a reason to kill him?
Yes.

Did I want to kill him? Yes.

Why yesterday?
Why do it in front of the whole world?

Well, somebody out there knows.

And they know why they set you up.

We're gonna find them and We're
gonna bring justice to Fae town.

So noble.

Such a heroic call to arms.

- So adorably goofy.
- Sorry. Bar is closed right now.

Think of me as a VIP. I do.

I don't see you here that often.

Never developed a taste for stale beer
and ptomaine poisoning.

Now that we have niceties out of the
way, why don't you hand over Dyson?

- He's not going anywhere.
- I hoped someone would say that.

Double load of iron and silver.

Not the most pleasant way
for a Fae to pass.

You don't think that you can keep him?
We handed over our evidence.

- He's ours now.
- Sanctuary is sanctuary.

It'll take a higher power
to pry him loose.

Okay, old man.

You wanna play by the rules, we will.

But when all the games are played out,
I'll have Dyson's head for my wall.

- Shouldn't have done that.
- Not uphold the tradition of sanctuary?

The Morrigan gets you in her sights,
she'll make you a special project.

It doesn't take much for her
to wanna get her kill on.

I don't want anyone else suffering.

Let them execute you
for something you didn't do?

- I should be finding out what happened.
- Every Fae will be looking for you.

I wouldn't be surprised
if she's put out a reward.

You're staying here and that's that.

Look, I know that not doing anything
is killing you.

Watching it isn't much easier for me,
but I am gonna figure this out.

And you are gonna stay here
and you're gonna trust me.

Or do I have to drain you
into submission, huh?

A threat's a threat.

Go to Vex's club,
you're walking into his hands.

He's the one who invited me
to spend some time there.

He might even be sweet on me.

Just watch yourself, okay?

Are things gonna be okay?

The Morrigan won't make a move
until she gets support.

But if she does,
there might not be much I can do.

But there are things I can do.

Remember,
Vex can get into your head.

- There are ways you can get into his.
- I know.

What do you know
about Kirins?

They can reach into your mind. Retrieve
memories you thought were lost.

- I know they're dangerous.
- I don't remember what happened.

It's a matter of time before
the Morrigan gets what she wants.

- Gotta try.
- Okay. I'll see if I can find someone.

Till then, keep your hands off my taps.
I'm still running you a tab.

Hey.

Hello, tall, dark and gruesome.

My name's Tenabrae. It means "dark."

I figured it for "dim." Anyway ...

Do you feel the connection
between us?

Both of us stuck in our fleshy prisons.
We could leave here...

...and spend an evening of dark
delights back at my inner sanctum.

What makes me think your inner
sanctum is your mom's basement?

I like to think of it
as the dark core of the home.

Hey, I'm looking for a girl
named Portia.

Do you know her?

She's a thrall to the Dark one
they call Vex and his cabal.

You should leave her alone.

Unless you wish for their terrible gaze
to fall upon you.

Honey, I just wish for my gaze
to fall upon her, okay?

So where is she?

There.

You ever wanna get a girl back
to your inner sanctum...

...you gotta lighten up
your game some, okay?

I'm sad now, but we shall meet again
in the eternal void.

This Ba'al has a crapload of enemies
even in the Dark.

Too many to count,
not enough time to interview.

How about Dyson? Think one
of his enemies might have set him up?

Honestly? He might even have
more enemies than Ba'al.

I mean, in case you haven't noticed,
our boy has a short fuse and big teeth.

- He's killed like this before?
- The man was a stone warrior...

...for a couple hundred years.
Only been a cop for the last 50.

- Think he did it?
- Not without reason.

- Well, did you have anything else?
- The bartender doesn't have a profile.

The girl,
she's a runaway from up north.

She's been kicking around the streets,
then washed up at Vex's place.

Means it's only a matter of time
before she's on the menu for Vex.

Not good.

But also not our business.

That leaves Vex as a witness,
I see him more as a suspect.

From what I hear,
Ba'al was pretty loyal to him.

I don't think loyalty means anything
to Vex.

Have any luck finding out
where Dyson was?

There was a couple of hours between his
shift and when he was at the club.

The whole thing is a blank.

Hale.

Yeah. Send her in.

Lauren. She's finished the workup
on the material from Ba'al's autopsy.

Oh, I didn't know you'd be here.

- I didn't think to warn you.
- I didn't mean that.

- I know. I'm sorry.
- Is there something going on here?

- No.
- No.

Yeah, okay. So, what did you find?

As you can see,
the teeth marks are consistent...

...with a canine bite and not
inconsistent with Dyson's wolf shape.

With a lot of other shape shifters,
not to mention actual canines.

Dyson will have to turn himself in.

No, not happening.
He leaves that bar, he's fair game.

Dyson and I haven't always been on
the best of terms but I am trying to help.

You think turning him over
is helping?

We're waiting on analysis
from the animal hairs they found.

Hopefully they won't match
and we'll get them on time.

That's way too many "hopefullys."

I'll keep working.

- You're not gonna give up, are you?
- I guess not.

You know,
Dyson's a particular kind of man.

He'll give up too much
for someone he cares for.

Sometimes everything.

I worry about him getting in too deep.
I thought maybe you'd be bad for him.

- You might have been right.
- No.

Not even.

You're the real thing.

- Hey, I'm Kenzi.
- Portia.

- This club is gloomtastic, huh?
-It's the best music in town.

- Cool. Been coming here long?
- A few months. it's the only place...

...people don't try to turn me
into a project and try to save me.

Oh, you don't look like
you need saving.

- Gotta be able to take care of yourself.
- Yeah, I hear you.

I've been on my own since I was 15.
You gotta learn the skills.

You got to play them
before they play you, right?

I heard some guy got killed here.
That is pretty hard-core.

He was a dick. A lot of the staff
are like that around here.

- The only nice one is Silas.
- If the guy killed was a bad guy...

...lots of people must've been lining up
to dust him.

It was some cop who did it.

- You sure?
- I'm sure.

I went outside
after Ba'al and the cop fought.

The cop came and went into this alley.
Ba'al came and he went into the alley.

Then I heard this growling
and screaming.

When I looked,
some big-ass wolf was killing Ba'al.

I think that wolf was the cop.

Man, the drugs they sell here
must be kicking.

No, really. it's what I saw.

Patrick. Good to see you.

I was wondering
when the Light was going to show.

Surprised you made it personal.

Detective Dyson's welfare
is our first priority.

We want to get this situation
behind him as quickly as possible.

You're wasting time if you think Dyson's
gonna hand himself over to the Dark.

There'll be a process.

But we all know
how that process will end, don't we?

I'm following procedure.

A part of the job
that seems to be eluding you lately.

You'll be appointed
the best representation.

There are many ways
to structure a defense.

Defense for whose benefit?

If he's handed over,
whatever follows will be a formality.

He will be found guilty
and he will be executed.

There are no ways
to say this gently.

But if he's not handed over, the Dark
will find a way to take him anyway.

The more you fight, the closer
you'll bring us back to war.

Dyson, you're a reasonable man.

You don't want to be responsible
for the suffering of so many Fae.

He doesn't want to commit suicide
by giving himself over.

You hold this position
even if it means defying my order?

Sanctuary is sanctuary.

Dyson remains here
until he decides to leave.

You do realise that this could also
mean the end of whatever strange...

...power position you occupy?
- You should be certain...

...of your own grasp on power
before you start attacking others.

That was the wrong answer.

Gentlemen.

Thanks.

My friend needs to ask some questions
about what you saw in the alley.

- That's why you were hanging out?
- No.

Not only. Okay, a little bit.
Look, I'm sorry.

The guy that they say killed Ba'al,
he's a friend of ours.

I'm not getting involved
any more than I am.

Hey, you are the only one
that might be able to help our friend.

- Please.
- Please.

I came out of the club,
I saw the cop go into that alley.

And then I saw the wolf killing Ba'al.

I wish I could tell you
what you wanted to hear.

If he did it, maybe they made him.

I can't imagine anybody
making Dyson do anything. Except you.

- You could make him jump off a building.
- Vex can force people.

What about the forgetting?
Why would Vex kill his friend?

Well, that's stuff
that we still need to figure out.

Thank you.

I'm really sorry if it seemed
like I lied to you.

I hate when peeps do that to me.

- I get that he's your friend.
- You have a place to stay tonight?

I've kind of been couch-surfing
the last few nights.

You wanna crash at our place?
It's not a palace.

It's not even a shack,
but it's dry sometimes.

- That sounds good, actually. Thanks.
- Okay, let's go.

Hey there.
I was kind of hoping you'd be back.

- Not afraid to be talking to me?
- No.

You're what most Fae dream of being.
You're unaligned.

You step outside all these politics.

The rest of us,
we just do what they want.

Do you think working here
is my choice?

If you're not a fan of Vex's...

...mind telling me
why he had a beef with Ba'al?

I think that sooner or later Vex
has a beef with everybody.

When he does,
they don't stay healthy.

Yeah, I kind of got that impression.
Thanks.

- Stop this.
- Worst idea I've heard all night.

What do you want from me?

Judging by your little display,
I'd say you want something from me.

Let me go.

Why? You're trying to help the man
that killed my friend.

Dyson didn't do it.
And you know that.

- How would I know that?
- Because you did.

Maybe I was wrong
about our beautiful little romance.

You think so badly of me.

If you were to die now, there'd be
no clan to avenge you, would there?

But that would just put a dampener
on the evening's festivities.

Tell your boyfriend to take
responsibility for his own crimes.

I've racked up enough of my own.

This is the guy you found
to go through my brain?

When you've dredged as many heads
as I have, a little belt is mandatory.

Two is even better.

The bar is open after the job is done.

- Have you worked with a Kirin before?
- I know the risks.

Listen, big boy, knowing the risks
isn't the same as living through it.

What we're about to do
isn't gonna be fun for me.

For you it's gonna feel like somebody's
pouring battery acid in your skull.

- Well, don't sugar-coat it for me.
- Open your head to me.

It'll be easier for you.

It'll be less likely you'll lose
the memories you wanna keep.

Forgetting isn't always
such a bad thing. Just do it.

Show me yesterday afternoon.

Quitting time looks good on you.
Have one for me on the way home.

Hey, Dyson, line one.

There's nothing there.

There has to be something.
Impressions, thoughts.

This isn't some
bullshit amnesia case.

Somebody went into his head
and scorched his brain clean.

- How would they do that?
- Maybe somebody like me.

Something somebody gave you.

What, like a Fae roofie?

Yeah, just like that.

Because you sure got screwed,
partner.

How about that beer?

Must be nice here with you and Bo
looking after each other.

I'm still getting used to it myself.

The way things were at home,
I wanted to not be noticed.

- That's when things got ugly.
- Yeah, I know what you mean.

Sleeping in parks was better
than staying with them.

There are better things
than the street.

Getting a job in a burger chain and
getting hit on by the greasy manager?

You tried that too, huh?

Yeah, okay, not that.

Anything would be better than hanging
out with that psycho, Vex, and his gang.

They're not so bad.

Hello. He gives mental lunatic killers
a bad name.

Well, yeah,
but the music is good there.

And Silas is nice.

He takes care of me.
He lets me stay over sometimes.

- Did Silas give you that?
- Yeah, kind of.

I kind of pick up things
along the way too.

Are you sure you don't know anything
more about what happened last night?

The cop killed Ba'al.

Are they threatening you?
If they are, me and Bo can protect you.

Nobody's threatening me.

Listen, I'm kind of bagged.

Do you mind if I crash?

Yeah, the couch is all yours.

Let me go see
if I can rustle up some clean sheets.

If you stick around for a few days, me
and Bo can help you figure out a plan.

We have some connections
that could help with getting a job and--

- Oh, my God.
- What?

You look like you lost a fight
to Freddy Krueger.

What happened to you?

I don't know.

Any luck?

I'm sure Vex did it.

But no one there
is gonna tell me the truth.

How about you?
The memory Fae turn up anything?

Got back a couple more minutes.

The last thing I remember
is getting a call. I don't know from who.

My memories are gone
and they're not coming back.

Well, let's find out
who that call was from...

...and what they know. Hale?
- Yeah, I haven't come across...

...any shifters who look good
for setting up Dyson.

- They don't exactly check in.
- Dyson remembered something.

He got a call before he left work.

- You know what that was about?
- I was already gone.

- Call was logged in for him at 6:05.
- Well, can you give me the number?

It's an art dealer,
Lyle Harrison, 6597 Merton.

Since when did D start chasing art?

Well, that's a very good question.
Thanks.

- Does Lyle Harrison ring a bell?
- No, I've never heard of him.

Sounds like a piece of this puzzle
is about to get filled in.

Bo, I feel useless just sitting here.

- I know.
- Look, I'm a shifter.

My whole life
has been about the hunt.

I get the scent.
It takes me where I need to go.

With this, I don't remember.
I don't know where to start.

It's just a couple more hours,
so hang tight.

I'm gonna go take care of something.

Yo, Portia.
I got some stuff for your back.

Portia?

So not good.

I don't understand what could be so
important you need to see me this late.

It's about your friend, Vex.

Vex? Well, what a surprise.
Vex sent you?

He put some stuff into play.

No. I don't think
I should be talking to you.

You really don't want me
to leave though, do you?

- No.
- No.

- I want--
- You want me.

What I need is for you to tell me why
you called that policeman yesterday.

- I can't.
- You have to.

You see,
I really, really need to know.

I called the police
because I was scared.

Things had gone too far.
They hooked me up with Dyson.

- What had gone too far?
- The games.

Ba'al had a special room for VIPs.

- He'd provide girls.
- What kind of things?

Pain. You could play with them and
it's like they wouldn't remember after.

- You like pain games, Lyle?
- Yes.

- Yeah? Giving or receiving?
- Giving.

Game's different tonight.

What did you tell Dyson?

About the girl.

Oh, I said she was special.

She had pink hair.
When he hurt her, her eyes would glow.

Ba'al took it too far. Never thought
a person could take that much.

He killed her.

He said he did that
when he was tired of them.

But that's not what it's about.
I didn't want that.

A girl is dead.

And you didn't do anything
to try and stop it.

Was Vex part of this?

Vex took his fun other nights.
Ba'al killed the girl.

You watch where you take
your pleasure next time...

...or it might take you.

- Hey, what did you get?
- Turns out our Dark Fae friends...

...are running some kind of fun fair
for guys who like pain in the basement.

- What's that have to do with Dyson?
- They killed a girl.

She had pink hair. He thought he saw
her eyes glow when she was hurt.

Okay, hold on. Wait, wait, wait.
I recognise that description.

It's a Light Fae girl, missing person.

Mica Ruth Gray.

She's a Light Fae
out of North Fordham.

- Left home a couple of weeks ago.
- Turned up at Vex's, Ba'al killed her.

- You think that's why Dyson did him?
- No, he wouldn't have.

I mean, it would have been so easy
to report Ba'al for killing a Light Fae.

Yeah, none of this makes any sense.

Yeah.
Well, it's gonna start pretty soon.

Yes, I called you a coward.

There should be a chicken
on your clan crest.

The Ash has to take it to a vote.

And I need to know
that you're on Dyson's side.

Don't even start.

You chose your allegiance.

We're done.

You have to stop doing that. You can't
throw away your friendships for me.

I appreciate this as a time
to find out who's worth calling a friend.

They're gonna force the issue.
They'll make you suffer too.

Wouldn't be the first time.
Won't be the last.

- What are you doing?
- I'm gonna finish this.

Dyson.

Damn it.

- Kenzi?
- Bo, Bo, Bo, this is bad.

Mega bad.
Super freaky-town bad. She's gone.

- What happened?
- Portia ran away. And I saw her back.

They did something to her.
They hurt her, like torture hurt.

Ba'al was running a club
for people with a taste for that.

Kenzi,
there were more besides Portia.

She doesn't remember
what happened to her.

There's a lot of amnesia
going around these days.

But it's convenient how good
she is at remembering Dyson.

- I'm afraid I know where she went.
- Let's go.

Tell me who took my memory.

- Tell me who killed Ba'al.
- Just what we wanted to ask you.

So nice you saved us the trouble of
coming to get you. Don't think about it.

Not unless you want those who
are protecting you to suffer as well.

I just love to see justice done,
don't you?

I hope Portia wasn't stupid enough
to come back here.

She's an easy loose end to tie up.
None of these Fae would give a damn.

Okay, so Harrison said
they took the girls to the VIP room.

- You ready to go clubbing?
- Yeah.

This is gonna give "girls go wild"
a whole new meaning.

I don't know
what you think I'm gonna tell you.

Honestly, I don't really care, lovey.
Ba'al was a liability anyway.

What I really wanna know...

...is all the juicy gossip
about your little Succubus girlfriend.

Why don't you ask Vex?
He knows where she came from.

I lied.

Well, you know what she knows.

But not as much as you do.

You're not much of a poker player,
are you, Wolfy?

That's okay. It might take some time,
but you'll tell us.

And what entertainment
it will be getting it out of you.

Find out
what's behind door number one?

Playtime's over.
We gotta get you out.

I'm okay.

That means something different
in your world.

- He wouldn't let them hurt me. Never.
- He who?

Where did you get that?

Silas gave it to her.
He takes care of her.

- Why?
- I recognise these symbols.

It's the secret language
of the wolf shifters.

We found out who killed Ba'al.

Just finish it.

This is getting boring. I have a feeling
you're gonna disappoint me.

Believe it.

- It won't be a total loss.
- Finish it.

Everybody, stay calm.

It would be a shame
to ruin your makeup.

- Bo, get out of here.
- We're going together. Cut him loose.

You don't think
you're gonna get away with this?

He's a marked man, you too.

Not if I can prove
Dyson didn't kill Ba'al.

Oh, you're not gonna blame that
on me.

Why don't you tell them who did it?

Silas, where do you think
you're going?

He cooked up the drinks around here.

Including the ones Ba'al used
to wipe the girls' memories clean.

Oh, that's absurd.
Why would Silas kill Ba'al?

The same reason
most people do things. For love.

Silas knew that Portia
was gonna be killed by Ba'al.

- Same way he killed all the other girls.
- Here's how it went down.

Dyson was questioning Silas
about a Light Fae girl that Ba'al killed.

Silas knew Dyson would go mental
on Ba'al so he saw his chance...

...to get rid of Ba'al and put
the blame on somebody else.

And after Dyson had it out with Ba'al,
Silas waited for him in the alley.

All he had to do next
was send Ba'al out there alone...

...follow him and take his revenge.

The girl saw the murder.

Silas made up the story, okay?

He got Portia to lie
and say that she saw it.

Silas, I didn't tell.

Even if that were true, do you think
we'd let you walk out of here?

We've already called it in
to Dyson's partner.

If you wanna be considered a party
to what Ba'al did to the girl...

...be my guest.

That global Fae dust-up you're so
worried about is gonna start for real.

Oh, this night did not turn out
the way I planned.

- Portia, come with us.
- I couldn't let them kill you.

- I'm sorry.
- I'm not leaving him here.

There's nothing we can do.

Oh, well,
this evening won't be a total loss.

I want you to know how happy I am
about the outcome of the investigation.

The Dark have dropped
their action against you.

- Really?
- They found the killer themselves.

Well, they do some good work
sometimes.

Dyson, I want you to know
that, personally...

...I'm happy it all turned out okay.

Well, personally, I think somebody's
ruining a perfectly good celebration.

This affair's been instructive, old man.
I sense we are headed...

...toward a substantial disagreement.
- Was there ever any doubt?

I suppose not.

I never thanked you, my friend.
You were gonna put it all on the line.

Couldn't do anything less
for my best customer.

But just promise
not to make it a regular occurrence.

On my honor.

- What are you gonna do now?
- Not gonna go home...

...if that's what you're asking.
- You got the wrong girl, sister.

I don't know what those people are,
but they're not like us, they're different.

Yeah. They're different.

But in most ways,
they're just like everybody else.

You sure you don't wanna crash here
for a few more days?

No. I saw a sign for a job
in a window and I applied.

They said I could have a shot.
Gave me advance for a room.

Nice.
A burger joint with a greasy manager?

No way. Pizzas.
And the manager's a she.

Well, remember, when I order pizza,
I like extra pepperoni.

- Can I call you?
- Yeah. You better.

- You're the only one I haven't thanked.
- You don't have to thank me.

I need to thank you
more than anyone.

You were always so sure
I didn't do it.

Well, it turns out I didn't have to ask
all those questions after all. I know you.

Yeah, I think I know you too.