Lost Girl (2010–2016): Season 2, Episode 1 - Something Wicked This Fae Comes - full transcript
With the world of Fae in chaos following Bo's explosive reunion with her mother, Bo must learn to "play the game" and navigate the inner workings of Faedom in order to protect those who have helped to protect her.
This is the part
where I tell you
we're gonna
take down the Fae.
I know you hate the divide
as much as I do.
We're gonna put
an end to that.
(explosion)
Get him in the lab!
Move, move!
What the hell's
going on?
Attack on the meeting
of the high elders.
The Ash is on life support,
doesn't look good.
We know you can
change destiny!
You've done it before,
do it now for Bo!
This is not a game!
I will take.
The love of her!
NOOOOO!
You will never feel
passion for her again!
(growling)
Heeeere, little
UnderFae-monster- thingy...
Remind me why I agreed
to waste a perfectly good
Friday night helping you
track these bastards?
'Cause having a bunch
of our less evolved brethren
running amok
in the city is a bad thing?
Not to mention
your mom's the one
who went all Vigilante
Barbie and bombed
The Ash
and the Elders.
So?
So -- it's your
mom's fault The Ash is
on life support,
the elders are dead
and all their pets
are running free and feral--
And we're
the Fae SPCA. Yay.
You know whose
job this really is?
I told you--
I haven't seen Dyson
in like, three weeks.
Same as you.
Once again, what happened
between you two?
Nothing that would make
him go all AWOL--
Find it yet?
Kenzi!
Not cool!
Ow!!!
You didn't
see your faces!
It was way cool.
Didn't we tell you
to stay in the car?
Cars are the basements
of horror movie clichés.
Up there,
up there!
Coming your way
again!
AHHHHHHHH!!!
Bye bye, birdie...
Uh, is it weird that
I'm craving fried chicken?
Damn, what was
in those claws?
Must be toxin.
Let me call Lauren.
No, no, no.
No time. I got this.
You sure?
You wanna be helpful?
Call Dyson.
Tell him it's time to grow
a pair and come home.
I'm tired of getting her
emergency take out.
I really shouldn't leave
the counter unattended --
Relax, my friend's
got it covered.
And you really deserve
a coffee break.
So, uh... you live
around here?
I don't...meant to...
pressure you...
but if this is
going too fast
we should like,
start with dinner--?
Works for me.
Got your call.
What's the trouble?
Over here.
You all some kinda
circus people, or something?
Some kind.
Life is hard when
you don't know who you are.
It's harder when
you 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 anymore.
I will live the life
I choose.
The scar's
barely visible.
Even given the balm
we've been using --
you're
a remarkable healer.
Great, now I can get back
to writing my novel.
Remember,
still no heavy lifting.
Lauren, these days all I've
been doing is heavy lifting.
Hey, the mighty hunters
have returned!
Done and...done.
It looked like
a Piwichen, Trick.
Whatever it is,
it was ugly and damn cranky,
and totally reeking up
my trunk--
Hale said
you were scratched.
Let me take a look.
Residual bruising?
Why didn't you
fully heal?
I thought it might be nice
to leave the kid alive--?
I'm fine.
Besides,
Physician, heal thyself:
when's the last time
you even slept?
I can't trust anybody to
monitor The Ash in his coma.
It doesn't leave a lot
of time for siestas.
So, what are you
doing here?
(phone ringing)
I heard
you needed me.
I came.
(phone ringing)
Hale: We swept
the whole West quadrant
and tonight's catch
makes eight.
UnderFae!
Collect the whole set!
Please tell me that's
the last of them?
It's not like I have
an official count,
but, I think so.
Not for nothing, but with
The Ash out of commission,
we Light Fae don't
have a real leader.
If he doesn't get
better soon,
bigger and more
organized baddies
are going
to start testing us.
Lauren:
Seconded.
Just got a call
from my assistant.
There's been a body dump,
side of Highway 9.
The Cleaners have
taken it to my lab.
You sure
it's a Fae kill?
Very likely.
It's been flayed.
What's that mean?
Bo: It means something
ripped off all its skin.
Oh, HORF.
Ugh,
you suck, Siren!
Hey, now!
I'm gonna need you
to come with us.
This could get
science-y.
I'm tired.
It's definitely a body imprint
from where the corpse was left.
But it's mostly
blood and fluids.
There's some lymph matter
and interstitial tissue and--
Let's see--
Possibly some
digestive secretions.
Neat.
Wow, do we ever have
a different definition
of that word.
You think something
swallowed it?
Spit the corpse out here
but digested the skin?
Possibly.
I'd love to get
a look at that skin,
it'd tell me a lot.
We'll know more when
we get back to the lab
and I do a work-up.
What kind of Fae
feed on skin?
We don't know
it was feeders.
Flayers come
in a number of types.
There's collectors,
there's sadists,
there's Priests
performing rituals.
There's creepy dudes
who like to make
body suits out of
other people's skin.
Who or whatever
did this needs finding.
Fast.
A lot of different tracks
in this one area,
like a bunch of them
pulled over at once.
Got their wheels
in the mud.
Could be old.
Uh uh--
We had that big rain
yesterday afternoon.
Anything earlier
would have been
washed away.
Whatever did this might not
be traveling alone.
Great!
We should talk to Trick,
see if he knows
any trackers
we can trust.
Since Mr. Dyson left us
high and dry.
He picked a shitty window
for some "me time", huh?
She said, leaving
an open opportunity
for her friend
to snark--?
Oh, I'm all out
of snark,
What if he's not
coming back?
What if...
he is hurt--
He wouldn't leave us for good
without saying goodbye.
How do you know?
Because
I know Dyson--
And he just isn't
that massive a dick.
C'mon, how much
can a dude change
in three weeks?
Six semi-conscious rednecks
and 5 K in damages
to a perfectly unrespectable
road house.
And the first I hear
of you in weeks is
a call from your
arresting officer.
What d'you got to say
for yourself, Detective?
They started it.
(laughing)
My man--
Thank you,
officers.
Next time I'm in...
wherever it is
you're from--
Dinner's on me.
And by me--
I mean you.
Good to see you,
brother.
Hey--
My throat's bleeding
from all the singing
I had to do, man-- --
Yeah, I didn't
ask you to.
I was handling it.
Ahhh!
And by handling,
ladies and gentlemen,
I'm pretty sure he means
handling himself
into rages up
and down the coast.
Least that's what I heard.
Anyway--
First, welcome back.
Second, what's
eating you?
Ahhh--
Scratch that--
Don't care.
'Cause we got
bigger issues.
Like what?
Shit is
getting real.
The Ash is hanging
by a thread.
Who's in charge?
Temporarily?
Elder Porter is
Acting Ash.
Buzz Porter?
Never met an ale
he didn't like, Porter?
Trick is doing his best
to control things
behind the scenes.
But it's not enough, man.
The Light is weak,
all the hungry nasties
are coming out
of the woodwork
trying to test
the waters.
We need
you back.
Also, your girl--
About to put out
a Missing Person's APB
on that ass.
How is Bo?
About to be
a whole lot better,
once she sees
your furry face.
Finally!
Things can start
getting back to normal.
Come on--
(gagging)
You know what
to do with it.
Good lad....
NO--
No, I lost it again.
Great, a bloodhound
with allergies.
Trick outdid himself
with the referral.
It's a sinus thing,
and we discussed this.
Get off my back,
food!
Seriously, you're both
giving me a headache!
Must be the pollen count,
and I-- No, wait!
(sniffing)
There!
A-ha!
I told you I'd do it.
Now, pony up.
Alright,
hold on--
Pharmaceutical grade
allergy meds
from my
doctor friend.
Enjoy.
Oh, uh,
by the way,
my nose is still
plenty good enough
to tell they're
"Friends of The Family".
Other Fae?
Yeah, we know
one of them is Fae.
Not one!
All of them!
You'll have
to excuse us,
we're not set up
for visitors just yet.
New to town?
New to every town!
Always just
passing through.
I present myself --
Zael --
and my traveling
sideshow!
Do you hunger for wonder,
do you thirst for thrills --
I bring greetings
from The Ash.
Ah--
A Sister!
That's a relief.
I wasn't in the mood
for the whole song and dance.
Guh-jweed
juh-kood!
Where are
my manners:
can we offer you
something to drink,
some food--
An explanation.
We tracked you from
a body left on a roadside.
Oh, that--
Well, trust me,
I'm mortified.
One of our
less civilized members
occasionally slips out
for a feed,
but we've reclaimed him
and he will not
trouble you again,
you have my word--
Oh, that totally makes up
for killing a guy!
Fae hiding in plain
sight as circus peeps.
That's pretty clever.
It was the circus,
back in the 1800s.
Sideshow freaks,
Vaudevillians.
Nowadays, we're more
industrial performance artists.
Great way for our kind
to pass out in the open.
You wanna join?
We always have room
for a beautiful woman.
Thank you,
but I'm good.
We'll, uh, just,
file a report with The Ash
and let you off
with a warning.
Since you're just
passing through.
Come on--
Well, if your feet
ever start itching.
Come find us.
Are we just going to let him
get away with murder?
We're outnumbered,
I don't wanna start
a small war out here
without Trick's say so.
So what now?
We get
Trick's say so.
Can we go?
Hello, my dear
dear friend!
Buzz!
What are you doing?
Other than washing
in mead.
Oh, just checking out
the proletariat,
kissing
a few babies.
Good for the people
to know I'm here for them.
Your job is
to calm the people,
by reminding them that
The Ash will be
well any day now,
and in the meantime,
you're just doing
his bidding.
Oh, that too,
that too.
That too.
(cheering)
I think there's actually steam
coming out of those ears.
(phone ringing)
Trick--
What is it,
Hale?
What?
What is it?
It's Dyson.
Is he hurt?
He's home.
Dyson:
I said I'm ready
to pay your price,
crone.
If you give
my strength to Bo,
you can take
anything you need.
A deal is struck.
A sacrifice is named
and accepted.
In exchange,
I will take from you
that which you
value the most.
I will take...
The love of her!!!
Nooooo!
You will have the memories
of what you've lost
but you will never feel
passion for her again!
Noooo!
Hey.
Ugh!
Seriously??
You disappear
for three weeks
and no phone call?
Do you know
how scared I was?
What, are there no phones
in Douchetown?
See you've been working
on your right hook.
Dyson--
I was dealing with some
personal stuff.
But, we're
not personal?
Hale said there's,
uh, a body?
I was just on my way
to The Dal.
You wanna join me?
I did a forensics
work-up.
The killer is
definitely Fae.
So is
the victim.
Our side?
I'm still ID'ing
the remains.
Well, we might be able
to help with that:
We tracked the kill
to a group
of circus Fae camping
at old candy factory.
We can push
them harder to talk.
Guessing it'll take
more than a push.
Zael never told us
the kill was Fae,
so they're definitely
hiding something.
C'mon--
I'll take you there.
I'm gonna take
this with Hale.
I've got some
catching up to do.
I have to get back
to the lab, too--
Excuse me--
Did he just give me
the brush off?
Trick:
Give him some time.
Besides, I could use
your help here.
Come-- Tell me
about this "circus".
SIGH
(chimes tinkling)
For starters--
Where the hell'd
they all go?
And why leave
their wheels?
'Cause a convoy's
a lot easier to track.
And their clothes--
Can you,
uh, get your --
sniff-sniff --
wolf on?
(chimes tinkling)
(deep sniff)
They got wise,
salted their path.
But I do smell
something.
What is it?
What is that?
It's definitely skin--
And it belongs
to our Fae corpse.
Whoa--
Well, that's
interesting.
the skin has
a tattoo on it.
The one
on his hand?
No, this one was done
on the inside of his skin.
Years ago, while the
deceased was still wearing it.
How is that possible?
I've never seen it.
Or, heard of it.
Must be some sort
of mystical process.
Damn--
Looks like a map.
Dyson:
At least now,
we've got a motive
for skinning someone.
Any idea
what it's a map of?
I'll see what
I can do.
Bo on phone: Hello?
Hey!
Is Trick there?
Hang on, lemme
put you on speaker.
Any luck?
Dyson on phone:
They were gone,
but we find some
of the skin.
Strange thing is it's
got a map tattooed
on the inside of it.
All premortem.
You're sure
about that?
Lauren seems
to be.
I'm gonna check
our case files,
see if there's anything
I can dig up
on the tattoo database.
I'll let you know--
That thing about
the tattoo--
There's a few things
that could be--
Hey! Where are
you going, Big Boss?
I liberated some
of The Ash's rarer books
from his store room
recently--
Why, Sir, I am--
I'm just appalled.
For safe keeping.
Kenzi: Uh huh...
I think they might have
the answers we need.
Take your time!
God, I miss
the good old days,
when chasing your mama
was our biggest headache.
Actually, what am I doing?
You're the bartender.
Right--
Another glass,
another glass--
What are you
drinking?
Um--
I don't know.
Maybe something sweet.
Like an apology
from Dyson for being
La Merde- Face
since he got back.
Thank you!
He's being
a total ass, right?
Guy disappears for 3 weeks
and leaves you hanging,
usually, the girl gets
to be the pissy one, yes?
That is how I have come
to understand things
from my education in
romantic comedies,
Yes.
Also--
Girls with glasses
are WAY SMART,
and being clutzy
is adorable.
It's like he's afraid
to be alone with me.
Maybe you're not gonna
like what he has to say?
AHHHHHH!
Are you okay??
I'm fine!
Go!
Bo: Gotcha!!
Rats!
He turned into rats!
Now, please tell me you know
what the hell is going on.
that attacked you?
Tesso. Or rather,
one of his descendants.
Rare Japanese Fae.
Powerful shamans.
They absorb knowledge
by, well, eating it.
Good.
If we can figure out
what books
he was targeting,
we'll know what
he was trying to learn, right?
I'm trying to piece that
together from the remains.
Meanwhile, this tells
a tale all its own.
I saw those
at the circus camp.
What do they mean?
What do know
of the "Sluagh?"
"The Wandering
Damned"?
I thought they were
just superstition.
No, they're real.
And they're not
damned or dead,
they're cursed.
Forced to wander
the earth, without rest.
Without a home.
Who'd they piss off?
Let's just say
in the early Fae wars
between Light
and Dark, they tried
to play both sides,
and fooled neither.
I like them already.
But why
are they here, now?
Many of them
became thieves,
so if there's a band
of them here--
They're probably here
to steal something.
Something to which that
map tattoo points.
And apparently,
something worth killing for.
I'll check with the
local Fae-fences,
see if there's
something
unusually valuable
in town.
I took another look
at the skin Dyson found.
I got an ID.
Sit.
Eat.
Defer your
imminent coma.
No, really,
I'm fine--
I'm just
a little bit tired.
Mmmm--
Mmmmm--
Why are carbs
so damn tasty?
Actually, I know why:
it's an interesting fact,
they increase the body's
insulin, which clears
competing amino acids
and a path
of serotonin
to your brain and--
Lauren--
Right--
Less geeking,
more eating.
Marvin Arcdael--
That's our
flaying victim?
Light Fae and
tow truck driver --
which makes sense
because he's a Doonie,
a helpful road Fae.
My guess is
the Sluagh faked
a roadside emergency
and called him there.
Have you found out
more about the map tattoo?
Sample was too
degraded in the fire.
But he did have
one external symbol
on his hand which
might be of use--
But the bigger news
is this:
When I used The Ash's
access clearance code
to look into Marvin,
these two were linked to him.
They have the same symbol
on their hands.
Why?
It doesn't say.
I didn't get
that far.
I brought books so we
could look at it further--
But, maybe could just
close my eyes
for, like, maybe
just one second--
I knew it!
Step away
from the scalpel.
Kenzi--
Give me the rat.
One step closer
and I'm seriously
calling PETA!
Or... I guess,
"FETA"?
Hey, do the Fae have some
sort of protection societ--
Kenzi,
It's just sleeping.
These are
just tweezers.
I'm not going
to hurt it, I promise.
Careful.
I will.
Open wide...
What is it?
Trouble.
Isotopes...
Kenzi:
Super-sized shit!
She's just
taking a nap, relax.
What's up?
We may have figured out
what the Sluagh want -
or at least,
what they're after next:
It's called
"The Sword of Agros."
Trick doesn't know where
to find it yet, but--
I do! At least, I have
a good idea who's protecting it.
How?
I'm super smart.
Okay, these three are
what Fae call Guardians.
It's a sort of life
of servitude,
donating your actual body
to the protection for something.
The kinda "something"
the Sluagh might want?
(phone ringing)
This Guardian,
he's dead,
and these two have
no contact info--
Dyson?
We found another body,
dumpster in the east end.
Male. Something
was ripped out of him.
His name wouldn't happen
to be Ralph, would it?
Lauren:
Extraordinary...
It looks like some sort
of organic, flexible tube,
implanted right along
the spinal column.
It's not a tube.
It's a sheath.
Dyson: This guy was carrying
a sword inside of him?
So, he's
a living sheath?
The Sword of Agros.
And something tells me
whoever pulled that
sword out of him
is not going to use it
to trim hedges.
Do we even know why this
fool wanted that sword?
Trick:
Because they need it--
To help them steal
something greater.
Dyson: What?
Our land.
What?
How's that possible?
In order for a district
to be claimed by
the Light Fae,
each Ash has to make
a covenant with the land
during a secret,
mystic ceremony, the
"BOH-see ahn Ta-LAHV".
Translation?
"He marries the land."
The Ash swears
to protect the good
of the land
and in return,
the land is good
to his people.
Used to mean better crops,
and less disease.
Now it's longer lasting
infrastructure
more wealth,
less crime.
Trick: But, only if
the marriage ceremony
is consummated.
Define
"consummated".
Well, without getting
into the grander,
more mind bending
metaphysics of it,
the soul of the land
takes on corporeal form,
with which
The Ash will mate.
Talk about
laying some turf.
Pounding
some ground?
(laughing)
You done?
Sorry--
Trick: With The Ash
on the verge of death,
he's already
losing his bond.
That's exactly
the opportunity
the Sluagh were
looking for.
By binding themselves
to the earth,
and claiming it
for their own.
Is that really
so bad?
Isn't there enough
room for everyone?
If they steal our
convenent with the land,
all the Light Fae
that currently live here
will be forced
into exile.
And the Dark would be free
to over run the city.
Not good news for
the humans that remain.
Yep,
those are both bad.
So, what
can we do?
The Sluagh will need
to fully sever
The Ash's
land-bond
before they can
forge their own.
They're looking
for this--
The physical manifestation
of the bond.
The heart stone.
Breaking this
with the Sword of Agros
will completely sever
the bond.
Well, where is it?
I'm guessing that's
what Marvin's skin map
would have
lead them to.
Too bad it's too damaged
to be of much use to us.
Uh, hello?
You're our
Trick- opedia.
Well, I was never
local government.
I'll have
to summon Buzz,
as much as
it pains me.
But as Acting Ash,
there are some things
only he's privy to.
Sit tight.
So--
While we wait--
Anyone, uh, want
to go get some air.
I'm good.
Thanks.
Great.
That's Jim Dandy.
Dude, what's been up
with you lately?
That time
of the wolf-month?
Missed you, too,
Kenzi.
She's got a point.
You seem a little
off your game
since you
came back.
Something
I should know?
Not really.
Okay--
You know the old story
of King Leopold?
The tribute
he made
as a sacrifice
to the Norns?
Yeah.
Well, I asked
a Norn for help
when Bo went to
face her mother.
So?
Aw...man...
Alright, bold move.
But, you just
run off after?
What's up with that?
I was in shock, okay?
Denial--
Whatever you want.
Wounded animals like
to lick their wounds
in private.
No wonder things are
tense between you two.
How did Bo
take it?
I haven't
told her yet.
Then why are you
shutting her down
and trying
to avoid her, fool?
Shouldn't you be,
you know, trying
to get up close
and personal?
Why?
To be sure.
Otherwise--
How do you know
the curse really "took"?
There's a reason
our Fae tales end
with a magic kiss.
And your girl's lips
are super-charged.
What the Norn
took from you,
maybe Bo
can get it back?
Did I ever tell you
about the time
the third Ash and I went
across the border incognito?
Oh, there were some shenanigans
that day, I promise you--
Buzz!
Try to think.
We need to know
where it is.
Where what is?
The heart stone.
What about it?
There has to be
another way.
Or someone else
who knows, I mean,
how many old rocks
representing The Ash's link
to the land"
can there be?
You mean
the HEART stone!
Well, why didn't you
just damn well ask
for goodness'
sakes?
You there,
meat bag--
Get me my glasses
and a pen, will ya?
I'll write you
a map.
Meat Bag??
I'm sorry--
Look, once we get
that map,
I think Hale and I can
handle the stone.
Maybe you and--
Stop avoiding me--
I'm not.
You know what
we do best?
We fight.
Each other,
the world, whatever.
As a team,
we're pretty unbeatable.
And that is what is
needed right now:
you and I,
being Team Badass.
We'll deal with
our personal shit after--
Right now,
you're gonna put on
your big-wolf pants
and you're gonna come
with me and kick
some tail,
or I'm gonna start
kicking your tail.
Agreed?
Yes, Ma'am.
Thank you.
So, what do we do
with this heart stone
once we find it?
Should we have
hired a crane?
Shh...
The Sluagh have
the map.
They might
be here already.
This should be it.
But, I'm not seeing
anything heart stone-ish.
What about in here?
BO!
It was them.
Oh, great--
Lovely!
This isn't the place,
but they knew we were coming.
Just like they knew
where to find Marvin
and that The Ash's books
were in Trick's lair.
They've always been
two steps ahead.
How is that?
Well--
That's a fine
how do you do--
Talk sense.
Or suffer.
You threaten
your Acting Ash?
I should call
the High Council.
Let me get you
the phone--
And I'll beat you
with it.
Then you can explain
to the High Council
why you committed
Treason!
I don't think you'll
find much mercy there.
I saw an opportunity,
and I took it.
We both know my best
days are behind me
with the Light Fae.
But the Sluagh?
They promised me the wealth
and power I deserve.
How do we stop this?
You're too late.
Can't you feel it?
The Land--
She's awakening.
Ugh!
Hello, lover.
You're not
The Ash.
What was Tesso looking
for in those books he ate.
An incantation.
In order for their
leader, Zael,
to get enough juice
for the, uh--
The "Fastening" ritual--
Yeah, yeah the
magical boinking.
We know,
go on--
Tesso will need
to perform the chant
so doing will funnel
all the sexual energy
from a large group
of revelers to Zael.
What, crowd-sourced
Viagra?
We do that??
There's a reason why
Fae and pagan rituals
are often performed along
with group revelry.
All that sex
and joy essence
is a powerful
energy source.
Playboy grotto
must be, like, BAM.
So where does
this leave us?
The easiest vessels
for Fae to draw from
are always humans.
Zael and his people
will need some sort
of event or something
that gathers humans together.
And spur of the moment,
since they only just found
the sword
and heart stone.
Guys, are we looking
for some kind of sexy
pagan underground
flash rave, tonight?
Seriously, I got
this covered!
Just give the human
like, five minutes, tops!
So--
Anyone looking
for a sexy, sexy,
neopagan rittual-
dance-party?
You okay?
You look a little...
Nipple-y.
Just hungry.
This place
is dripping sex.
That Tesso is channeling
some strong hoodoo.
Even I can feel it.
I think we need
to split up.
Me and D can
try and muzzle Tesso
stop the incantations.
Okay, Bo
and I will--
Bo?
Can you make it
through on your own,
or do I have to
cuff your muff?
I think I'll manage.
Go.
Good luck.
So--
Do you have to be
this horny to ride this ride?
(indiscernible
chanting)
Okay, I'll sing him
into submission and--
CRACK!
Or, we can do that.
Oops.
Lost your mojo.
It's no worry--
I have enough
virility by now.
That's what
they all say.
Go--
Buzz told me
about you.
You must realize
you have more
in common with us
than those others
out there.
Must I?
We're all outcasts.
Just like you.
Well, don't sell
yourself short.
You're also ritual
murderers and thieves.
I'm just doing what's
necessary for my people.
We've been wandering
for centuries.
We just want
to stop.
Buddy, I understand.
Believe me.
Ugh!
I've been there.
I know exactly
what it's like
to be an outcast,
to have no home--
But this one?
This one is spoken for.
This one is mine.
'Cause I honestly will...
being run out of yet
another town.
May our bond
with the land
be restored before
someone else covets it.
Well, that all ended
better than I feared.
You thought the
Sluagh would win?
I thought the Sluagh
were my punishment.
The night you left,
I used my blood.
To try and keep
Aife from harming Bo.
And?
Seemed to work.
But there's always a cost
when I use my gift.
Well, maybe this time
it will be different.
It's good
to have you home.
I was beginning to worry
we'd lost you out there.
Thanks
for the drink--
So--
Are we gonna start
this reunion over?
Depends--
Are you gonna
punch me again?
(laughing)
I am tempted.
You gonna tell me where
you've been all this time?
I barely remember--
It's not important.
It's important
to me.
What were you
running from?
Okay--
I'll start--
Before you left
I asked you not
to interfere in my
fight with Aife.
But that night, I swear
I could feel you with me.
Bo: And it made
all the difference.
Thank you.
I asked a Norn
to give you my strength
against your mother.
But, you should know:
It came with a price.
Well, tell me.
Whatever it is--
We can handle it.
Norns take in payment
what you value most.
I didn't know what
it was at the time.
I offered her
my wolf--
Dyson!
That's not
what she took.
Well--
What did she take?
Us.
You're not even
making any sense.
How can someone
take "us"??
By making it
impossible for me
to feel anything
for you.
Ever.
Well, that's
ridiculous.
And--
Anyway, at the rave,
tonight, that kiss, it was-
Our last.
I'm sorry, Bo.
That's not how
I wanted it,
but I had to know.
Now I do.
I'm sorry.
Bo: Are you lost,
sweetie?
I'm really
not in the mood
to go chasing after
Zael and his crew, so--
I'm not one
of the Sluagh.
What are you?
Just some
glandularly-challenged
circus groupie?
Alright,
just get to it.
What do you
want from me?
I'm not here to take,
I'm here to warn.
My nature draws me
to impending disaster:
terror,
tragedy,
plague.
To bear witness.
So...
What's drawing
you here now?
My love life?
Just you.
I don't know
the specifics yet,
but I can
feel it coming.
Because the Light Fae's bond
with the land is broken?
No, that will
repair over time.
This is far worse.
Something old
has awoken.
Something terrible.
And it's coming...
straight...for you.
where I tell you
we're gonna
take down the Fae.
I know you hate the divide
as much as I do.
We're gonna put
an end to that.
(explosion)
Get him in the lab!
Move, move!
What the hell's
going on?
Attack on the meeting
of the high elders.
The Ash is on life support,
doesn't look good.
We know you can
change destiny!
You've done it before,
do it now for Bo!
This is not a game!
I will take.
The love of her!
NOOOOO!
You will never feel
passion for her again!
(growling)
Heeeere, little
UnderFae-monster- thingy...
Remind me why I agreed
to waste a perfectly good
Friday night helping you
track these bastards?
'Cause having a bunch
of our less evolved brethren
running amok
in the city is a bad thing?
Not to mention
your mom's the one
who went all Vigilante
Barbie and bombed
The Ash
and the Elders.
So?
So -- it's your
mom's fault The Ash is
on life support,
the elders are dead
and all their pets
are running free and feral--
And we're
the Fae SPCA. Yay.
You know whose
job this really is?
I told you--
I haven't seen Dyson
in like, three weeks.
Same as you.
Once again, what happened
between you two?
Nothing that would make
him go all AWOL--
Find it yet?
Kenzi!
Not cool!
Ow!!!
You didn't
see your faces!
It was way cool.
Didn't we tell you
to stay in the car?
Cars are the basements
of horror movie clichés.
Up there,
up there!
Coming your way
again!
AHHHHHHHH!!!
Bye bye, birdie...
Uh, is it weird that
I'm craving fried chicken?
Damn, what was
in those claws?
Must be toxin.
Let me call Lauren.
No, no, no.
No time. I got this.
You sure?
You wanna be helpful?
Call Dyson.
Tell him it's time to grow
a pair and come home.
I'm tired of getting her
emergency take out.
I really shouldn't leave
the counter unattended --
Relax, my friend's
got it covered.
And you really deserve
a coffee break.
So, uh... you live
around here?
I don't...meant to...
pressure you...
but if this is
going too fast
we should like,
start with dinner--?
Works for me.
Got your call.
What's the trouble?
Over here.
You all some kinda
circus people, or something?
Some kind.
Life is hard when
you don't know who you are.
It's harder when
you 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 anymore.
I will live the life
I choose.
The scar's
barely visible.
Even given the balm
we've been using --
you're
a remarkable healer.
Great, now I can get back
to writing my novel.
Remember,
still no heavy lifting.
Lauren, these days all I've
been doing is heavy lifting.
Hey, the mighty hunters
have returned!
Done and...done.
It looked like
a Piwichen, Trick.
Whatever it is,
it was ugly and damn cranky,
and totally reeking up
my trunk--
Hale said
you were scratched.
Let me take a look.
Residual bruising?
Why didn't you
fully heal?
I thought it might be nice
to leave the kid alive--?
I'm fine.
Besides,
Physician, heal thyself:
when's the last time
you even slept?
I can't trust anybody to
monitor The Ash in his coma.
It doesn't leave a lot
of time for siestas.
So, what are you
doing here?
(phone ringing)
I heard
you needed me.
I came.
(phone ringing)
Hale: We swept
the whole West quadrant
and tonight's catch
makes eight.
UnderFae!
Collect the whole set!
Please tell me that's
the last of them?
It's not like I have
an official count,
but, I think so.
Not for nothing, but with
The Ash out of commission,
we Light Fae don't
have a real leader.
If he doesn't get
better soon,
bigger and more
organized baddies
are going
to start testing us.
Lauren:
Seconded.
Just got a call
from my assistant.
There's been a body dump,
side of Highway 9.
The Cleaners have
taken it to my lab.
You sure
it's a Fae kill?
Very likely.
It's been flayed.
What's that mean?
Bo: It means something
ripped off all its skin.
Oh, HORF.
Ugh,
you suck, Siren!
Hey, now!
I'm gonna need you
to come with us.
This could get
science-y.
I'm tired.
It's definitely a body imprint
from where the corpse was left.
But it's mostly
blood and fluids.
There's some lymph matter
and interstitial tissue and--
Let's see--
Possibly some
digestive secretions.
Neat.
Wow, do we ever have
a different definition
of that word.
You think something
swallowed it?
Spit the corpse out here
but digested the skin?
Possibly.
I'd love to get
a look at that skin,
it'd tell me a lot.
We'll know more when
we get back to the lab
and I do a work-up.
What kind of Fae
feed on skin?
We don't know
it was feeders.
Flayers come
in a number of types.
There's collectors,
there's sadists,
there's Priests
performing rituals.
There's creepy dudes
who like to make
body suits out of
other people's skin.
Who or whatever
did this needs finding.
Fast.
A lot of different tracks
in this one area,
like a bunch of them
pulled over at once.
Got their wheels
in the mud.
Could be old.
Uh uh--
We had that big rain
yesterday afternoon.
Anything earlier
would have been
washed away.
Whatever did this might not
be traveling alone.
Great!
We should talk to Trick,
see if he knows
any trackers
we can trust.
Since Mr. Dyson left us
high and dry.
He picked a shitty window
for some "me time", huh?
She said, leaving
an open opportunity
for her friend
to snark--?
Oh, I'm all out
of snark,
What if he's not
coming back?
What if...
he is hurt--
He wouldn't leave us for good
without saying goodbye.
How do you know?
Because
I know Dyson--
And he just isn't
that massive a dick.
C'mon, how much
can a dude change
in three weeks?
Six semi-conscious rednecks
and 5 K in damages
to a perfectly unrespectable
road house.
And the first I hear
of you in weeks is
a call from your
arresting officer.
What d'you got to say
for yourself, Detective?
They started it.
(laughing)
My man--
Thank you,
officers.
Next time I'm in...
wherever it is
you're from--
Dinner's on me.
And by me--
I mean you.
Good to see you,
brother.
Hey--
My throat's bleeding
from all the singing
I had to do, man-- --
Yeah, I didn't
ask you to.
I was handling it.
Ahhh!
And by handling,
ladies and gentlemen,
I'm pretty sure he means
handling himself
into rages up
and down the coast.
Least that's what I heard.
Anyway--
First, welcome back.
Second, what's
eating you?
Ahhh--
Scratch that--
Don't care.
'Cause we got
bigger issues.
Like what?
Shit is
getting real.
The Ash is hanging
by a thread.
Who's in charge?
Temporarily?
Elder Porter is
Acting Ash.
Buzz Porter?
Never met an ale
he didn't like, Porter?
Trick is doing his best
to control things
behind the scenes.
But it's not enough, man.
The Light is weak,
all the hungry nasties
are coming out
of the woodwork
trying to test
the waters.
We need
you back.
Also, your girl--
About to put out
a Missing Person's APB
on that ass.
How is Bo?
About to be
a whole lot better,
once she sees
your furry face.
Finally!
Things can start
getting back to normal.
Come on--
(gagging)
You know what
to do with it.
Good lad....
NO--
No, I lost it again.
Great, a bloodhound
with allergies.
Trick outdid himself
with the referral.
It's a sinus thing,
and we discussed this.
Get off my back,
food!
Seriously, you're both
giving me a headache!
Must be the pollen count,
and I-- No, wait!
(sniffing)
There!
A-ha!
I told you I'd do it.
Now, pony up.
Alright,
hold on--
Pharmaceutical grade
allergy meds
from my
doctor friend.
Enjoy.
Oh, uh,
by the way,
my nose is still
plenty good enough
to tell they're
"Friends of The Family".
Other Fae?
Yeah, we know
one of them is Fae.
Not one!
All of them!
You'll have
to excuse us,
we're not set up
for visitors just yet.
New to town?
New to every town!
Always just
passing through.
I present myself --
Zael --
and my traveling
sideshow!
Do you hunger for wonder,
do you thirst for thrills --
I bring greetings
from The Ash.
Ah--
A Sister!
That's a relief.
I wasn't in the mood
for the whole song and dance.
Guh-jweed
juh-kood!
Where are
my manners:
can we offer you
something to drink,
some food--
An explanation.
We tracked you from
a body left on a roadside.
Oh, that--
Well, trust me,
I'm mortified.
One of our
less civilized members
occasionally slips out
for a feed,
but we've reclaimed him
and he will not
trouble you again,
you have my word--
Oh, that totally makes up
for killing a guy!
Fae hiding in plain
sight as circus peeps.
That's pretty clever.
It was the circus,
back in the 1800s.
Sideshow freaks,
Vaudevillians.
Nowadays, we're more
industrial performance artists.
Great way for our kind
to pass out in the open.
You wanna join?
We always have room
for a beautiful woman.
Thank you,
but I'm good.
We'll, uh, just,
file a report with The Ash
and let you off
with a warning.
Since you're just
passing through.
Come on--
Well, if your feet
ever start itching.
Come find us.
Are we just going to let him
get away with murder?
We're outnumbered,
I don't wanna start
a small war out here
without Trick's say so.
So what now?
We get
Trick's say so.
Can we go?
Hello, my dear
dear friend!
Buzz!
What are you doing?
Other than washing
in mead.
Oh, just checking out
the proletariat,
kissing
a few babies.
Good for the people
to know I'm here for them.
Your job is
to calm the people,
by reminding them that
The Ash will be
well any day now,
and in the meantime,
you're just doing
his bidding.
Oh, that too,
that too.
That too.
(cheering)
I think there's actually steam
coming out of those ears.
(phone ringing)
Trick--
What is it,
Hale?
What?
What is it?
It's Dyson.
Is he hurt?
He's home.
Dyson:
I said I'm ready
to pay your price,
crone.
If you give
my strength to Bo,
you can take
anything you need.
A deal is struck.
A sacrifice is named
and accepted.
In exchange,
I will take from you
that which you
value the most.
I will take...
The love of her!!!
Nooooo!
You will have the memories
of what you've lost
but you will never feel
passion for her again!
Noooo!
Hey.
Ugh!
Seriously??
You disappear
for three weeks
and no phone call?
Do you know
how scared I was?
What, are there no phones
in Douchetown?
See you've been working
on your right hook.
Dyson--
I was dealing with some
personal stuff.
But, we're
not personal?
Hale said there's,
uh, a body?
I was just on my way
to The Dal.
You wanna join me?
I did a forensics
work-up.
The killer is
definitely Fae.
So is
the victim.
Our side?
I'm still ID'ing
the remains.
Well, we might be able
to help with that:
We tracked the kill
to a group
of circus Fae camping
at old candy factory.
We can push
them harder to talk.
Guessing it'll take
more than a push.
Zael never told us
the kill was Fae,
so they're definitely
hiding something.
C'mon--
I'll take you there.
I'm gonna take
this with Hale.
I've got some
catching up to do.
I have to get back
to the lab, too--
Excuse me--
Did he just give me
the brush off?
Trick:
Give him some time.
Besides, I could use
your help here.
Come-- Tell me
about this "circus".
SIGH
(chimes tinkling)
For starters--
Where the hell'd
they all go?
And why leave
their wheels?
'Cause a convoy's
a lot easier to track.
And their clothes--
Can you,
uh, get your --
sniff-sniff --
wolf on?
(chimes tinkling)
(deep sniff)
They got wise,
salted their path.
But I do smell
something.
What is it?
What is that?
It's definitely skin--
And it belongs
to our Fae corpse.
Whoa--
Well, that's
interesting.
the skin has
a tattoo on it.
The one
on his hand?
No, this one was done
on the inside of his skin.
Years ago, while the
deceased was still wearing it.
How is that possible?
I've never seen it.
Or, heard of it.
Must be some sort
of mystical process.
Damn--
Looks like a map.
Dyson:
At least now,
we've got a motive
for skinning someone.
Any idea
what it's a map of?
I'll see what
I can do.
Bo on phone: Hello?
Hey!
Is Trick there?
Hang on, lemme
put you on speaker.
Any luck?
Dyson on phone:
They were gone,
but we find some
of the skin.
Strange thing is it's
got a map tattooed
on the inside of it.
All premortem.
You're sure
about that?
Lauren seems
to be.
I'm gonna check
our case files,
see if there's anything
I can dig up
on the tattoo database.
I'll let you know--
That thing about
the tattoo--
There's a few things
that could be--
Hey! Where are
you going, Big Boss?
I liberated some
of The Ash's rarer books
from his store room
recently--
Why, Sir, I am--
I'm just appalled.
For safe keeping.
Kenzi: Uh huh...
I think they might have
the answers we need.
Take your time!
God, I miss
the good old days,
when chasing your mama
was our biggest headache.
Actually, what am I doing?
You're the bartender.
Right--
Another glass,
another glass--
What are you
drinking?
Um--
I don't know.
Maybe something sweet.
Like an apology
from Dyson for being
La Merde- Face
since he got back.
Thank you!
He's being
a total ass, right?
Guy disappears for 3 weeks
and leaves you hanging,
usually, the girl gets
to be the pissy one, yes?
That is how I have come
to understand things
from my education in
romantic comedies,
Yes.
Also--
Girls with glasses
are WAY SMART,
and being clutzy
is adorable.
It's like he's afraid
to be alone with me.
Maybe you're not gonna
like what he has to say?
AHHHHHH!
Are you okay??
I'm fine!
Go!
Bo: Gotcha!!
Rats!
He turned into rats!
Now, please tell me you know
what the hell is going on.
that attacked you?
Tesso. Or rather,
one of his descendants.
Rare Japanese Fae.
Powerful shamans.
They absorb knowledge
by, well, eating it.
Good.
If we can figure out
what books
he was targeting,
we'll know what
he was trying to learn, right?
I'm trying to piece that
together from the remains.
Meanwhile, this tells
a tale all its own.
I saw those
at the circus camp.
What do they mean?
What do know
of the "Sluagh?"
"The Wandering
Damned"?
I thought they were
just superstition.
No, they're real.
And they're not
damned or dead,
they're cursed.
Forced to wander
the earth, without rest.
Without a home.
Who'd they piss off?
Let's just say
in the early Fae wars
between Light
and Dark, they tried
to play both sides,
and fooled neither.
I like them already.
But why
are they here, now?
Many of them
became thieves,
so if there's a band
of them here--
They're probably here
to steal something.
Something to which that
map tattoo points.
And apparently,
something worth killing for.
I'll check with the
local Fae-fences,
see if there's
something
unusually valuable
in town.
I took another look
at the skin Dyson found.
I got an ID.
Sit.
Eat.
Defer your
imminent coma.
No, really,
I'm fine--
I'm just
a little bit tired.
Mmmm--
Mmmmm--
Why are carbs
so damn tasty?
Actually, I know why:
it's an interesting fact,
they increase the body's
insulin, which clears
competing amino acids
and a path
of serotonin
to your brain and--
Lauren--
Right--
Less geeking,
more eating.
Marvin Arcdael--
That's our
flaying victim?
Light Fae and
tow truck driver --
which makes sense
because he's a Doonie,
a helpful road Fae.
My guess is
the Sluagh faked
a roadside emergency
and called him there.
Have you found out
more about the map tattoo?
Sample was too
degraded in the fire.
But he did have
one external symbol
on his hand which
might be of use--
But the bigger news
is this:
When I used The Ash's
access clearance code
to look into Marvin,
these two were linked to him.
They have the same symbol
on their hands.
Why?
It doesn't say.
I didn't get
that far.
I brought books so we
could look at it further--
But, maybe could just
close my eyes
for, like, maybe
just one second--
I knew it!
Step away
from the scalpel.
Kenzi--
Give me the rat.
One step closer
and I'm seriously
calling PETA!
Or... I guess,
"FETA"?
Hey, do the Fae have some
sort of protection societ--
Kenzi,
It's just sleeping.
These are
just tweezers.
I'm not going
to hurt it, I promise.
Careful.
I will.
Open wide...
What is it?
Trouble.
Isotopes...
Kenzi:
Super-sized shit!
She's just
taking a nap, relax.
What's up?
We may have figured out
what the Sluagh want -
or at least,
what they're after next:
It's called
"The Sword of Agros."
Trick doesn't know where
to find it yet, but--
I do! At least, I have
a good idea who's protecting it.
How?
I'm super smart.
Okay, these three are
what Fae call Guardians.
It's a sort of life
of servitude,
donating your actual body
to the protection for something.
The kinda "something"
the Sluagh might want?
(phone ringing)
This Guardian,
he's dead,
and these two have
no contact info--
Dyson?
We found another body,
dumpster in the east end.
Male. Something
was ripped out of him.
His name wouldn't happen
to be Ralph, would it?
Lauren:
Extraordinary...
It looks like some sort
of organic, flexible tube,
implanted right along
the spinal column.
It's not a tube.
It's a sheath.
Dyson: This guy was carrying
a sword inside of him?
So, he's
a living sheath?
The Sword of Agros.
And something tells me
whoever pulled that
sword out of him
is not going to use it
to trim hedges.
Do we even know why this
fool wanted that sword?
Trick:
Because they need it--
To help them steal
something greater.
Dyson: What?
Our land.
What?
How's that possible?
In order for a district
to be claimed by
the Light Fae,
each Ash has to make
a covenant with the land
during a secret,
mystic ceremony, the
"BOH-see ahn Ta-LAHV".
Translation?
"He marries the land."
The Ash swears
to protect the good
of the land
and in return,
the land is good
to his people.
Used to mean better crops,
and less disease.
Now it's longer lasting
infrastructure
more wealth,
less crime.
Trick: But, only if
the marriage ceremony
is consummated.
Define
"consummated".
Well, without getting
into the grander,
more mind bending
metaphysics of it,
the soul of the land
takes on corporeal form,
with which
The Ash will mate.
Talk about
laying some turf.
Pounding
some ground?
(laughing)
You done?
Sorry--
Trick: With The Ash
on the verge of death,
he's already
losing his bond.
That's exactly
the opportunity
the Sluagh were
looking for.
By binding themselves
to the earth,
and claiming it
for their own.
Is that really
so bad?
Isn't there enough
room for everyone?
If they steal our
convenent with the land,
all the Light Fae
that currently live here
will be forced
into exile.
And the Dark would be free
to over run the city.
Not good news for
the humans that remain.
Yep,
those are both bad.
So, what
can we do?
The Sluagh will need
to fully sever
The Ash's
land-bond
before they can
forge their own.
They're looking
for this--
The physical manifestation
of the bond.
The heart stone.
Breaking this
with the Sword of Agros
will completely sever
the bond.
Well, where is it?
I'm guessing that's
what Marvin's skin map
would have
lead them to.
Too bad it's too damaged
to be of much use to us.
Uh, hello?
You're our
Trick- opedia.
Well, I was never
local government.
I'll have
to summon Buzz,
as much as
it pains me.
But as Acting Ash,
there are some things
only he's privy to.
Sit tight.
So--
While we wait--
Anyone, uh, want
to go get some air.
I'm good.
Thanks.
Great.
That's Jim Dandy.
Dude, what's been up
with you lately?
That time
of the wolf-month?
Missed you, too,
Kenzi.
She's got a point.
You seem a little
off your game
since you
came back.
Something
I should know?
Not really.
Okay--
You know the old story
of King Leopold?
The tribute
he made
as a sacrifice
to the Norns?
Yeah.
Well, I asked
a Norn for help
when Bo went to
face her mother.
So?
Aw...man...
Alright, bold move.
But, you just
run off after?
What's up with that?
I was in shock, okay?
Denial--
Whatever you want.
Wounded animals like
to lick their wounds
in private.
No wonder things are
tense between you two.
How did Bo
take it?
I haven't
told her yet.
Then why are you
shutting her down
and trying
to avoid her, fool?
Shouldn't you be,
you know, trying
to get up close
and personal?
Why?
To be sure.
Otherwise--
How do you know
the curse really "took"?
There's a reason
our Fae tales end
with a magic kiss.
And your girl's lips
are super-charged.
What the Norn
took from you,
maybe Bo
can get it back?
Did I ever tell you
about the time
the third Ash and I went
across the border incognito?
Oh, there were some shenanigans
that day, I promise you--
Buzz!
Try to think.
We need to know
where it is.
Where what is?
The heart stone.
What about it?
There has to be
another way.
Or someone else
who knows, I mean,
how many old rocks
representing The Ash's link
to the land"
can there be?
You mean
the HEART stone!
Well, why didn't you
just damn well ask
for goodness'
sakes?
You there,
meat bag--
Get me my glasses
and a pen, will ya?
I'll write you
a map.
Meat Bag??
I'm sorry--
Look, once we get
that map,
I think Hale and I can
handle the stone.
Maybe you and--
Stop avoiding me--
I'm not.
You know what
we do best?
We fight.
Each other,
the world, whatever.
As a team,
we're pretty unbeatable.
And that is what is
needed right now:
you and I,
being Team Badass.
We'll deal with
our personal shit after--
Right now,
you're gonna put on
your big-wolf pants
and you're gonna come
with me and kick
some tail,
or I'm gonna start
kicking your tail.
Agreed?
Yes, Ma'am.
Thank you.
So, what do we do
with this heart stone
once we find it?
Should we have
hired a crane?
Shh...
The Sluagh have
the map.
They might
be here already.
This should be it.
But, I'm not seeing
anything heart stone-ish.
What about in here?
BO!
It was them.
Oh, great--
Lovely!
This isn't the place,
but they knew we were coming.
Just like they knew
where to find Marvin
and that The Ash's books
were in Trick's lair.
They've always been
two steps ahead.
How is that?
Well--
That's a fine
how do you do--
Talk sense.
Or suffer.
You threaten
your Acting Ash?
I should call
the High Council.
Let me get you
the phone--
And I'll beat you
with it.
Then you can explain
to the High Council
why you committed
Treason!
I don't think you'll
find much mercy there.
I saw an opportunity,
and I took it.
We both know my best
days are behind me
with the Light Fae.
But the Sluagh?
They promised me the wealth
and power I deserve.
How do we stop this?
You're too late.
Can't you feel it?
The Land--
She's awakening.
Ugh!
Hello, lover.
You're not
The Ash.
What was Tesso looking
for in those books he ate.
An incantation.
In order for their
leader, Zael,
to get enough juice
for the, uh--
The "Fastening" ritual--
Yeah, yeah the
magical boinking.
We know,
go on--
Tesso will need
to perform the chant
so doing will funnel
all the sexual energy
from a large group
of revelers to Zael.
What, crowd-sourced
Viagra?
We do that??
There's a reason why
Fae and pagan rituals
are often performed along
with group revelry.
All that sex
and joy essence
is a powerful
energy source.
Playboy grotto
must be, like, BAM.
So where does
this leave us?
The easiest vessels
for Fae to draw from
are always humans.
Zael and his people
will need some sort
of event or something
that gathers humans together.
And spur of the moment,
since they only just found
the sword
and heart stone.
Guys, are we looking
for some kind of sexy
pagan underground
flash rave, tonight?
Seriously, I got
this covered!
Just give the human
like, five minutes, tops!
So--
Anyone looking
for a sexy, sexy,
neopagan rittual-
dance-party?
You okay?
You look a little...
Nipple-y.
Just hungry.
This place
is dripping sex.
That Tesso is channeling
some strong hoodoo.
Even I can feel it.
I think we need
to split up.
Me and D can
try and muzzle Tesso
stop the incantations.
Okay, Bo
and I will--
Bo?
Can you make it
through on your own,
or do I have to
cuff your muff?
I think I'll manage.
Go.
Good luck.
So--
Do you have to be
this horny to ride this ride?
(indiscernible
chanting)
Okay, I'll sing him
into submission and--
CRACK!
Or, we can do that.
Oops.
Lost your mojo.
It's no worry--
I have enough
virility by now.
That's what
they all say.
Go--
Buzz told me
about you.
You must realize
you have more
in common with us
than those others
out there.
Must I?
We're all outcasts.
Just like you.
Well, don't sell
yourself short.
You're also ritual
murderers and thieves.
I'm just doing what's
necessary for my people.
We've been wandering
for centuries.
We just want
to stop.
Buddy, I understand.
Believe me.
Ugh!
I've been there.
I know exactly
what it's like
to be an outcast,
to have no home--
But this one?
This one is spoken for.
This one is mine.
'Cause I honestly will...
being run out of yet
another town.
May our bond
with the land
be restored before
someone else covets it.
Well, that all ended
better than I feared.
You thought the
Sluagh would win?
I thought the Sluagh
were my punishment.
The night you left,
I used my blood.
To try and keep
Aife from harming Bo.
And?
Seemed to work.
But there's always a cost
when I use my gift.
Well, maybe this time
it will be different.
It's good
to have you home.
I was beginning to worry
we'd lost you out there.
Thanks
for the drink--
So--
Are we gonna start
this reunion over?
Depends--
Are you gonna
punch me again?
(laughing)
I am tempted.
You gonna tell me where
you've been all this time?
I barely remember--
It's not important.
It's important
to me.
What were you
running from?
Okay--
I'll start--
Before you left
I asked you not
to interfere in my
fight with Aife.
But that night, I swear
I could feel you with me.
Bo: And it made
all the difference.
Thank you.
I asked a Norn
to give you my strength
against your mother.
But, you should know:
It came with a price.
Well, tell me.
Whatever it is--
We can handle it.
Norns take in payment
what you value most.
I didn't know what
it was at the time.
I offered her
my wolf--
Dyson!
That's not
what she took.
Well--
What did she take?
Us.
You're not even
making any sense.
How can someone
take "us"??
By making it
impossible for me
to feel anything
for you.
Ever.
Well, that's
ridiculous.
And--
Anyway, at the rave,
tonight, that kiss, it was-
Our last.
I'm sorry, Bo.
That's not how
I wanted it,
but I had to know.
Now I do.
I'm sorry.
Bo: Are you lost,
sweetie?
I'm really
not in the mood
to go chasing after
Zael and his crew, so--
I'm not one
of the Sluagh.
What are you?
Just some
glandularly-challenged
circus groupie?
Alright,
just get to it.
What do you
want from me?
I'm not here to take,
I'm here to warn.
My nature draws me
to impending disaster:
terror,
tragedy,
plague.
To bear witness.
So...
What's drawing
you here now?
My love life?
Just you.
I don't know
the specifics yet,
but I can
feel it coming.
Because the Light Fae's bond
with the land is broken?
No, that will
repair over time.
This is far worse.
Something old
has awoken.
Something terrible.
And it's coming...
straight...for you.