Lost Girl (2010–2016): Season 2, Episode 11 - Can't See the Fae-Rest - full transcript

It is insanely
gorgeous.

So
buy it.

It's also insanely expensive
and therefore staying on that

side of the
window.

Come on who
deserves it more than you?

Okay, you could go in there,
and you could charm the

pencil skirts off all those
snooty clerks and snag that coat

for free
but you don't.

Because there's things I like
better than stuff.

You really think that those
loaded ladies in there have

a better
life?



That depends, does boinking your
ex make for a better life?

What?

Oh--

Oh Kenzi,
what a treat.

Hi Ciara!
...How are you?

Great!
You?

We're
good!

Bo, I never had the chance to
properly thank you for

saving my life during the
body snatch debacle...

Really not
necessary.

But
it is...

Can I treat
you to lunch?

(coughing)

Oooh,
sorry.



Kenzi's not
feeling so good.

I'm sorry I just had
some really bad salami--

Some other
time then...

Byeee.

Okay, so you're
not a saint.

Did you really wanna
have lunch with her?

Totes. I mean, she probably eats
somewhere expensive and... pay for it

but hey if my bestie's
got problems with her...

I don't have
"problems" with her.

I just don't feel like
hanging out with her,

she's not
my friend.

...Do I not know what
the word "problems" means?

Ow!

Let's go.

Ow!

(laughing)

That was
for the arm!

Excuse
me--

Rusty! Shooter girls just
got here, don't miss 'em...

Sweet party,
bro!

(laughing)

Just the warm up!
Wait'll we hit Ibiza!

Oh my god, your room
is a-ma-zing.

No,
you are.

(laughing)

Give
me this.

Okay--

Don't move
a muscle.

Bit of a selection
for you here.

I got ribbed
"for her pleasure"?

Something in a leopard
print maybe?

Or cherry
flavour...

Mmm
cherries...

(choking)

Guy?

(screaming)

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 belonged to
a world hidden from humans...

I won't hide
anymore.

I will live
the life I choose.

Absolutely,
sir.

Yeah.

We were
all over it..

Okay,
you got it.

Chief's on our ass, tell
me the killer left

a signed
confession?

Yeah
sure.

It's in that
box of Cubans.

I got me some bad
deja vu about this.

Third body,
two weeks.

Lot of
commonalities.

All vics twenty-something,
killed at home, wealthy.

Asphyxiation, crushed bones,
internal bleeding...

That girl
worth a look?

As a suspect?

Ain't no way she did it.
She's half his weight--

and fifty-percent
of that is champagne.

Look man--

This is starting to
smell funny to me.

And I'm not
even a wolf.

Definitely
Fae.

Fae serial
killer?

Murdering humans.
And getting real sloppy.

He's not even feeding
on them.

We need to make
a connection.

Fast.

Lucky for us, "Cam" scheduled
his every waking moment.

Hell of
a life, too--

wall-to-wall parties in Rio,
Dubai, Paris..

He's got a few
in town this week too...

Thought we could
get some intel.

Those parties will
be serious A list.

And we can't crash them, we've
already been made at the scenes.

We weren't who
I was thinking of..

The parties are
insane, ladies.

One word:
hot-tubs.

That's two
words, dinkus.

Okay okay--

Hot tubs filled
with Cristal.

Those are five
really good words.

They cater with
celebrity chefs.

Fly DJ's in from
all around the world.

Oyster bars,
vodka tastings, huh?

Swag bags worth more
than my car...

I'm gonna marry these parties
is what I'm gonna do.

It does sound like fun and we
could always use a little fun.

AND,
a clothing allowance.

But don't these people
know each other.

How do you
figure we fit in?

We send you
to prep school.

Hook you up with
someone to talk to.

Someone who's dialed in
to the young money crowd.

Okay
sounds good.

Who?

We don't have
time for this.

Bo, I will make time
to help you.

A guest list for the
party you're going to.

Fully notated with advice and
juicy detail on each guest.

Also?

You should try
this on.

Oh,
that's okay.

I'm--
dressed.

Humour
me...?

One in her size,
please?

Who's this guy?

Russel Cooper,
he's the host.

"Derek Hurst--
ask about boat."

True sailor, lives
and dies by the wind.

Act interested, and he'll nearly
insist on being your boyfriend.

"Ian Morton--
don't ask about boat."

Technically it was
his father's.

But technicalities don't matter
at the bottom of the lake.

"Lita S - play up your
interest in fashion".

She does
accessories.

Very exclusive....

Come to think of it there
was some "chatter"

about her
and the first victim.

She's gorgeous, single, and
spent a lot of time on a custom

piece for him...

People thought they
were knocking custom boots...

Could you just take a
few minutes to try it on?

I love this window
into your world.

And Dyson's.

He can be
so impenetrable.

Plus, every time I offer to buy
him a dress, he turns me down.

I'll try it, but I can't let
you buy it for me, okay?

Nonsense -- it's
for Dyson's work.

Sorry to go on about him it's
just you know him well and--

Can't hear you!
The dress is over my head!

Oh no thank you but the canapés
look charming, Russell.

Someone gave me the name
of a "charming" caterer.

You're welcome.

I brought you a
little gift.

Because the host is always the
most important decoration...

A signature
Lita 'S' belt.

Because - what is
it I always say...?

Handmade, artisanal items set a
man apart in a pre-fab world.

I'm gonna put it
on right now.

For "battle".

You would be
making my night.

Oh hi!

Okay, I say we start with the
whiskey bar, then raw bar,

then
gift bags.

Or - gift bags, desserts,
vodka tasting whatever--

We need
a strategy pronto.

Yeah
to investigate.

I did not go shopping with
Princess Grace just for the

makeover.

But Lita S is
here somewhere.

What if there's a
free boot bar?!

I'm sorry.

Do I--

You must be Russell.
Hi.

And you are?

I'm--

I'm very pleased to
introduce you to my friend.

K-Kimmy.

Thank you,
Bitsy.

Hi we live
upstairs.

That right?

Saw you were having a 'do,
thought we would come

say hola
or etc.

You look a little
more downtown than

my other
neighbours.

Aren't you
charming, darling.

Nothing hotter than a girl
who's a little dirty around

the
edges...

Want
a tour?

She'd
love one.

Yes.

I got a bar fridge in each
bathroom, fully stocked.

With snacks.

'Cause that's the best
place to eat food.

I knew
I liked you.

I knew it.

Thank you.

Have we met?

Placing faces
isn't my forte.

I wish someone would
invent an app for that.

I'd buy it.

I'm Clive.

Or as my friends
call me -- C3PO.

Human-cyborg
relations.

Clive
it is.

You a friends
with Russell?

I like to
think I am.

He invested in my
software company.

So that's why you're all
able to have this much fun.

You're
tech guys.

A few of us.

Speaking of tech -
wanna see something cute?

I'd love to.

My brother just sent me
photos of my new niece.

"Steven
Arianna".

After the original genious,
of course. Steve Jobs.

Right--

My brother's the
dork in the family.

Cute baby.

I'm Lita.

Oh Lita S.
I heard you'd be here.

Oh?
I'm flattered.

And I'm in the market actually
for a truly special

pair of boots for
my very best girlfriend.

I wish
I could help.

But I don't really have any
lines for women anymore.

But if you have any men
you'd like me to dress,

let me know.

I was telling someone about this
beautiful cover, how it warms

the chill
technology spreads.

May I...?

Clive, did you
know Cam Ferguson?

I did, I was at the
party that night.

I don't really want
to talk about it.

Apologies, I need
to excuse myself.

And that's how I
made my first mil.

No bigs.

So Cameron,
the dead guy...

Were you his
business partner?

He was like
a brother to me.

I can't believe
he's gone...

Hey you -- ever seen Isabella's
book of artistic nudes?

Gosh, mister, no!

I'll show you.

Okay--

That box
is Balinese.

I love
Balinesia!

Hey, is
this by Lita S.

I heard she's
here tonight...

Good, good friend, she actually
made me this belt.

Wow.

Wanna meet her?

If you insist.

And if you could arrange a
one-on-one that would be cool.

What are
you doing?

Did you roofie me up
the side of my head?

Ow...

Creepy way to cop a
feel, man--

Oh my god.

Oh man...
Oh!

Great, just what
every girl needs.

A matching set
of dead guys.

Aren't
you dead?

No.

Are you?

Nope.

But he is.

Ahhhh!

You wanted
to see me.

Do you know
what this is Doctor?

A Peri.

Endangered Fae of
ancient Persian origin.

Yes, I know.

Such exquisite
little creatures.

Until they swarm, and then
they're more like killer bees.

Bees with the
voices of angels....

I know what
a Peri, Ash.

I did an autopsy on one for you
a few weeks ago.

What this?

...You asked for a
quick turnaround.

On a full autopsy which I
want you to do now.

I'm having
a hard time.

Personally.

I have new evidence about
what happened with Nadia.

Well I want you to do
the report again...correctly.

Now off
you go.

I'm running low
on patience.

And I got hit on the
head, Sergeant Hard-ass!

Haven't you heard
of victim's rights?

Your Sunday
paper?

Your
rap sheet.

Or the rap
sheet for some of you.

Kenzi Williams, Kenzi
McAdams, Kenzi Rogers.

Also, Rhino Levine, Ninotchka
Alexandrovich and Toni Soprano.

...Yeah, that last one
was a bit of a boondoggle.

But it wasn't
my fault!

Big mix-up at the
passport office.

Try again.

Mine was a
troubled youth, officer.

I'm sorry--

The orphanage...

And then I became a
governess for a Mr. Rochester...

Listen.

I have a holding cell,
and a dead guy.

I've also got a mouthy
girl with quite the record.

You wanna do
the math...?

Chief needs
to see you, Rossy.

Thanks for
softening this one up.

Oh thank-Hale.

I gotcha,
little mama.

But try to give me
something to tell them.

What'd you see
before you got K.O.'d?

Some privileged mo-fo trying
to impress me out of my girdle.

Uh-huh...

A desk, Persian rug, books
of "artistic nudes".

What else?

A wooden box--
Balinese...

You look
in it?

Yeah.

Sticky notes,
paper clips.

Cough drops.

A business card
holder by Lita S.

Good job.

Alright
alright--

I don't like
dead people.

You want
some?

I'm not
really hungry.

Thank you.

...I am Maganda.

It means
"pretty of the forest".

I'm Bo.
It means...well Bo.

Are you here as a
witness for the murder?

I witness all.

From beneath
a tree.

You live
in the park.

My home
is lost.

I'm sorry.

...I'm not gonna have much to
tell them when it's my turn.

Did you see
something?

Moon
of silver.

Owl seeking
God.

Snake with
the face of lady.

Beautiful
face.

Long dark silk
down her back.

Miss?

You're up.

Wow.

How's Clive Is he
going to be okay?

Yeah.

But he got it
worse than Kenzi.

Maybe the killer is
more determined to hurt guys.

Maybe, take
a look at this.

Floor plan of the
victim's place.

Kenzi and the vic are
here, in the office.

Clive comes down the hallway,
to use the bathroom.

Where are you?

In the kitchen trying to
pretend I'm not dressed

like
Succubus Barbie.

It is a different
look for you.

Ciara picked
it out.

You look nice.

Where's Lita
at this point?

Lita who?

Lita S.

She's some kind of
designer, lifestyle consultant,

something...

As far as I can tell,
she's been at every party.

She's not on my
witness list.

But your squad cars
were there within minutes.

She's not the kind of girl
who could walk away unnoticed.

She probably
blended right in.

No one noticed anything
out of the ordinary.

Actually...

Somebody did...

You think
Lita's Fae?

Maybe?
Some kind of snake-shifter?

All the products Lita
makes are real snakeskin.

Wallets,
shoes...

She uses her own dead
skin to make her stuff?

Very green
of her.

Kenzi saw a snakeskin case on
Russell's desk before he died.

One of the vics
had snakeskin shoes.

You need to
talk to her again.

Oh no
I'm her type.

Except in a
snake-toying-with-a-mouse way.

She really
likes guys.

Handsome guys with
more money than brains...

You're saying I fit
that description?

You've got the
handsome part down.

So I go
undercover...

Act
moneyed?

Yes ...And you
bring Bo.

What, who
does what?

Lita's a predator she'll
love chasing him

with you
right there.

I have met her so I guess
I could say Dyson's my brother.

Go with fiancé.

Bring out
her fangs.

Not a
great idea.

We've done it before.

It's just things were
pretty different then.

I know, but we're
all friends now.

The three of us.
Right?

Let's do it.

You sure?

I trust
you.

Poor Wendell is so
smart at finance.

But all he ever wears is
this exact same suit.

Every single day, you have
twenty versions!

Darling please I also
have my golf shirts.

Which I wear
for golf.

Wendell.

Adorable.

May I just?--

Your fiancé didn't mention
how handsome you were...

What I want to do is bring out
the natural man from within you.

There's a wild
animal in there somewhere.

Oh,
there is.

I sat on a few boards
with Russell Cooper.

He always looked impeccable and
I knew that was due to you.

You knew
Russell?

Oh, how awful, I've just
remembered something

I'm double booked
and I need to run.

But we came all this way are
you trying to lose customers?

We know
you're Fae Lita.

(hissing)

Dyson!

I okay,
just go!

Okay.

My home!

Don't touch!

Got her!

Okay.

You spit on
the wrong guy.

The Ash's guards
have her sedated.

Heavily.

She's in
the dungeon.

That was an impressive
tackle you made back there.

What can I say,
I'm a snake charmer.

Find anything?

Just that you can make a killing
selling handmade snakeskin

items.

Oh wait cancel that,
I just found something.

Something good?

A client list.

And our last
victim is on it...

So is the one
before that.

Go back.

Heinze...
That can't be.

Who's Heinze?

He's
a Kobold.

Ex-navy,
retired.

And definitely
Lita's "type".

Hey.

Thanks for agreeing
to meet Clive.

I'm Detective
Hale.

You might
remember Kenzi?

We got our heads
bashed in together.

We're practically
engaged.

But I thought
you were "Kimmy".

That's my
middle name.

She's got
a few of those.

I need to ask
you about Lita S.

I see her at
parties all the time.

She ever threatened
any of you?

No!
Never!

Everyone always wants her
around she was like having

a mirror ball
at your party.

See?

I guess I was a
little in love with her.

But now Russell's dead,
and Cam, and Neil...

What if
I'm next?

Dude,
buck up.

She's locked up,
and you're safe.

Or my name
isn't Kenzi-Kimmy.

Really?

Okay.

Sure
I know Lita.

Whatta lady!

Wouldn't mind her walking
my plank, know what I mean?

Were you a client,
Heinze?

I don't live up in
that air, honey.

Wanna buy something nice for
your girlfriend here, Dyson?

I got these ivory bangles,
from darkest Africa.

She's my
colleague.

Not to mention the
global ban on ivory.

Ah, just
joking you.

They're plastic.

She asked
you a question.

How I knew
Lita?

Used to sail stuff around the
world for people, now I sell the

stuff myself, exotic goods,
sent from the four corners.

Handicrafts, Miss
Lita calls them.

Sends lots of her clients to
me for things that're "unique".

Humans -- those poor sods are
always looking to buy things

that make them
feel special.

What does
she get out of it?

She gets a wee cut
of my sales.

...Also, a steady supply
of rats from the ships.

For her
snacks.

I'm a
trustworthy guy.

Eh, Tricksy?

Unless a Kobald is bound to you,
don't leave your stuff lying

around.

That's not
fair now.

We don't care about
any of that.

We just care about some
recent human deaths.

Take a look
at these.

Never
seen them.

These boys were killed
by Fae hands.

Probably Lita's.

Would you look
at the time?

I've got an antiques
show to set up for.

You'd be surprised at the old
stuff you can talk humans into

buying...

Okay I know that
Kobalds are shifty.

But that was
over the top.

Just me..?

(phone rings)

Dyson.

...On my way.

The snake's
awake.

It's time
to play...

Were you angry with
them when you killed them?

No I loved them and
their credit cards.

Then why'd
you run?

I thought you were gonna bust
me for selling my skin.

Yeah, shedding your Fae DNA
all over the human world.

The Ash didn't like
hearing that.

The Ash
can bite me.

Are humans going and getting
their boots and shoes tested

to see if they
contain Fae DNA?

Please they can
barely do them up.

One last time why
did you kill them?

I didn't.

You expect us to
believe a snake?

I'm innocccccent!

You gonna do that in
The Ash's house?

I don't think so,
put them away.

Put them away!

Danger Ciara
one o'clock!

You wanna fake food poisoning,
let's go with chicken wings?

Know what?

I might actually be
starting to like her.

Okay you
need to get laid.

Ha ha ha, but not by Dyson.
Dyson and I are done.

Done-done.

We are
soo done.

But he obviously has great
taste in women.

And Ciara's smart
and funny and she's ballsy.

Oooooh my god, isn't she
sooooo perfect.

Why don't we just blow up an
air mattress and invite her

to
move in?

You are
jealous.

Who's jealous?

Nobody at
this table.

Obviously we're all
waaay-super-uber mature.

Did you hear
they got Lita?

I came to buy you
some champagne.

But you don't sound
too enthusiastic.

Bubbly?
Are you kidding?

She's ecstatic!

I'll get
the champers!

Trick says that Lita
is a Mama Wata.

A snake Fae.

I knew one once and they do tend
to like expensive trinkets.

Right.

So here's
my question.

The guys were
crushed to death.

Strangled.

But when confronted
Lita spat poison.

You're right that's the way a
Mama Wata would operate...

It's not a python it's
a poisonous snake.

Okay christen thee the
good ship Drunkypop!

Don't pop
the cork.

Yet.

We have
the wrong Fae.

(dialing)

(phone rings)

Hello?

Clive you gotta
watch out!

Kimmy?

Slow down.

We got the
wrong Fae man.

(growls)

Noooo!

Clive?

CLIVE?

Clive are
you there?

We tracked the
GPS in his phone.

He's dead.

Same kind of kill.
No witnesses.

His computer tablet was smashed
and his body was crushed.

Dude, keep the gory
details to your gory self?

That poor
little nerd-nik.

He was
a sweet guy.

I'm starting to feel like
some kind of black widow.

You meet me at a party
and - bam you're cooked.

It's not
your fault, Kenz.

There's someone out
there who's lost it.

And we had
the wrong suspect.

Yeah, about that, Fae
Sherlock Holmes and Fae Watson.

What
the hell?

You wouldn't know quality
if you fell off a frigate

and drowned
in it!

(laughing)

Ladies, my goodness
look at us.

Evening,
Heinze.

Need
anything?

Just having a chat
with these fine ladies.

Try it out,
me-lady.

I know you're not
soliciting in my establishment.

Would I do
such a thing?

Yes.

How much?

Eighty-nine
ninety-eight.

What?
The wood's from Bali.

I have to recoup
my costs somehow.

Would that be
endangered wood from Bali?

Out,
Heinze.

Trick, I got a lot of stuff
I gotta sell and fast.

Please?

Off the stoo ' 'Lalie.
It's leaving.

But it's so comfy my bottom
feels like it's come home!

See?

It's quality
stuff!

You want to
try one too, Trick?

Or you want a cut?
I can do that.

Gute nacht,
Heinze.

You want a four poster
bed or a cutting board,

you know
who to call...

Out!

Someone is killing
tiny, endangered Fae.

Harmless,
defenseless s Fae.

I believe so.

And based on the evidence that you
provided, we have at least three

Peri deaths...

by electrocution.

It doesn't
make sense.

I agree.

And I have a theory.

Yes?

But I need
your help first.

With this.

A cursing nail.

African.

And I have reason to
believe it's related to

Nadia's
state.

I have to get her
out of that coma.

You think
she's cursed?

It fits.

I've done everything
you've ever asked of me.

I think I've earned the right to
ask for one thing of you.

Surely there's
something you can--

I wasn't The Ash when
she was cursed.

If, indeed, she is
I can't help you.

But you're
The Ash now.

You have all the
powers of The Ash.

Just grant me
top-level clearance,

for research
and documents.

The Old Ash kept
journals, religiously.

No.

I cannot
go on like this.

You can,
and you will.

Come back when you've
composed yourself.

No.

Because nothing is
worth this life.

I will not be your servant
anymore, I'll take Nadia

and we
will leave.

How on Earth will
you manage that?

No!
Please!

Please!
Please!

Ash I beg
you please!

Please Ash!

Do we have The Old
Ash's journals in archive?

Bring them
to me.

Being on Lita's client
list is still a risk factor.

Those boys all dress the same.
Play at the same places.

Like the
same things...

It's not enough
of a connection.

I'm telling you, what if I
met the first two victims

and I didn't
know it.

I keep
popping up!

You're
being crazy.

But someone
keeps popping up.

The crazy
homeless lady?

We picked her up in
the park near Russell's.

Maganda.

Those locations
are close.

Coincidence?

Didn't think the
Po-po believed in those.

We don't.

Wait a minute--

Bo, what was
in her cart?

Random stuff.

A lot
of tchotchkes.

Salad bowls, wooden trays,
men's jewelry boxes,

That
kinda stuff.

The box from Russell's
desk is gone.

What?

She took it?
That's what she wanted?

Trick you got any ideas
about this?

She's
a Batibat.

A What-i-what?

Each of them
belongs to one tree.

And one tree
belongs to them.

They're generally
peaceful.

But the problem starts when
you cut down a Batibat's tree.

Every sliver
is part of them.

They won't
let any of it go.

To the point where
they'll kill to get it back.

Their rings are their
history, their diary.

Someone and I think
I might know who--

took a Batibat's tree, and
it got made into items

your victims
owned.

The wood
feels good.

It feels
like home.

So she compelled to
kill them to reclaim her home.

Like a mother
seeking a lost child.

It's instinctual.

Primal.

Almost animal.

She needs
every piece back.

Great, wicked guys but what is
she looking for here?

Stay calm.

Hey--

We're here
to help.

Maganda.

We know it's been you
all along.

(screaming)

She'll
crush him!

Won't work, she's lived with
birdsong all her life...

Sorry!

Good one,
though.

Stay with
us, D!

What here
is hers?

Heinze was trying to
sell wooden things.

He was
desperate--

He was trafficking
her wood.

Balinese.

He was
limping.

His cane!

Push!

Maganda,
look what I got.

Bo!
My vault!

Come on,
here Maganda.

Come on.

That's it,
that's it.

Come on
tree hugger.

Come
with me.

We gotta get Heinze and
the rest of her wood.

Fast.

MINE!

MINE!

Well, she's certainly a
rather focused individual.

That's
admirable...

Open the door!

Thought you'd try
to run, Heinze?

I don't know what
you're trying to pull here.

I was off to the Bahamas, you
can't just abduct a guy.

(banging on door)

(screaming)

Oh no.

Oh yeah.

You took her tree Heinze,
what'd you expect?

I didn't know.

I didn't know it
was a Batibat's wood!

You gonna tell me you
left your cane by accident too?

I didn't want any
more boys to die.

I figured you'd
know what to do...

Bah you were saving
your own skin.

Maganda?

from the
poachers.

We know he had it cut
and made into things

he was
selling.

He's gonna get
it back for you.

What?

No!
Wait!

That's
impossible!

I sold most
of it already.

Hundreds
of items!

People won't give
it back for free!

Like I said, you're gonna
get it all back for her.

It'll take
months!

The cost'll
ruin me!

And what about what's
happened to her, huh?

What's happened to those
guys who bought stuff from you?

Maganda, It's going to
take a little bit of time,

but he'll
do it.

You have to stay in
custody while he does okay?

Yes.

Yes!

Hundreds of years,
my tree.

Waltzing with the
clouds, waving to the rain.

Every leaf grew
in my heart.

It was
my home.

It was
my hearth.

It was a castle for
my grandchildren.

And now
it's gone.

I'm so sorry.

It won't be the same - but
your tree will be yours again.

Oh,
no that's okay.

I don't
need a hug.

Looks great.

Fits you
like a glove.

Sadly, I don't have a rich
hipster party to wear it to

tonight.

Me neither.

Do you have
a minute?

For you?
Always.

Ciara, you're smart and you're
genuine and you have an

awesome swing with
a fireplace poker.

I try.

You also seem to
be kind of lonely.

And kind
of hurt.

Am I
that obvious?

I don't want to talk
about your boyfriend.

I can't claim to
understand him now.

If I ever did.

But if you wanted
to make me your friend?

You succeeded.

You deserve
to be happy.

Thank you.

Talk to
Dyson.

Be direct.

I'll see
you around.

Hey,
beautiful.

This looks
like trouble.

That depends...

Will you
sit with me?

Of course.

I'm good with trouble.

I'm mad
about you, Dyson.

Wild, crazy,
mad about you.

I feel as though I've
waited lifetimes for this.

I have,
actually.

Ciara--

I won't
be easy to fool.

And I don't want
to be a fool.

I don't want to stay and
clutch at something that will

simply never
be there.

So I need
to know.

...Will you
love me back?

I will give you
everything that I can.

Do my very best
to make you happy.

You already do.

(humming)

She looks
so happy.

Yes she does.

We'll keep her here, while
Heinze does his duty,

and the police
case cools down.

May take a
number of years.

She did
murder humans.

She has to pay
for it in some way.

Eventually, we'll ship her back
to the jungle with her goods.

Thank you,
Lachlan.

I really
appreciate it.

Not at all.

If the Light Fae are happy?
I'm happy.

Their lives are more important
to me than anything else.

...Okay, sure.

I will do anything to
protect our people.

...Great.

I trust you know
the way back upstairs?

I've a few
little things to do.

Yeah...
Thanks again.

Lachlan?

Please--

Lachlan?!

Please?!

I beg you,
please?