Lost Girl (2010–2016): Season 2, Episode 18 - Fae-nted Love - full transcript
When an old boyfriend asks Kenzi for help, Bo inadvertently falls under the spell of a water Fae. Kenzi and Trick must rescue her from an accidental wedding that would keep her hitched for a thousand years.
No, no, no, no, no--
Hey. It's Bo.
Hey!
Oh! Ah!
Upstairs, now--
Did you forget "we aren't
right for each other"
and "it's complicated"
and...
Wow, it's like you've only
got one thing on your mind.
I do--
You realize none
of my doctorates
are in that medical
stuff right?
In fact, most of them
are made up.
I need to heal.
Yeah, you look
like hell.
You should see the underFae
that tried to kill me.
Sex. Now.
Alright, Succubus--
Shall we?
Ahhhhh!
Ahh!
Ugh--
♪
You said free
gift with purchase.
Yeah, I should have smelled
religious freak all over you
and slammed the door.
I am not here on
behalf of religion.
I am here on
behalf of your faith.
My faith?
Well that's easy:
I don't got none.
I don't believe in anything.
Except Jimmy Beam.
I worship him alone.
All your neighbours
have become followers.
They'd be pleased
to welcome you.
No.
I don't know them,
and I don't want to.
See I don't,
I don't like people.
So, ah...
Behold--
It's beautiful--
♪
Life is hard when you
don't know who you are.
It's harder when you
don't know what you are.
Only to find that I belong to
a world hidden from humans.
I won't hide anymore.
I will live the
life I choose.
Wow, I mean,
you really know how
to make a guy
feel wanted.
Oh, come on!
You are always happy
to skip cuddly spoon hour.
Besides, you're the
one that told me that
"post-orgasm claustrophobia"
was a medical condition.
That was a joke.
Now, I--
Now I wanna spoon.
I mean really,
can we spoon?
As long as you want.
Ah-
Well, what I want
is for you to go.
Oh... okay look!
Look, I am,
I am really happy,
with your paramedic impression,
but this is over. Okay?
This-
This is the last time--
Oh man! Even I'm
sick of that song!
Thank god you have
such a beautiful voice.
Now, let's spoon.
Right.
Come on--
See ya--
But-
But I wanna stay!
Oh, come on, Bo!
I just wanna cuddle!
♪
You wanted
to see me?
Yes.
There's a prisoner.
In the dungeon.
His name's Acher,
he's an underFae.
I need you to
interrogate him for me.
What'd he do?
There've been a rash of
deaths among the Fae lately.
All been ruled
as suicide.
I'm guessing there's
more to it than that.
Cybelle, a Fae elder,
was poisoned,
and last night my bodyguard
Petros was found
at the bottom of the
Westgate Viaduct.
He fell twenty stories.
And you don't think
he went voluntarily.
No.
He was guarding Acher's
cell earlier on in the day.
I need answers, Dyson.
As you wish.
Dyson, be careful.
I haven't told Acher
anything about you.
I think it's wise
to keep it that way.
No wait!
No--
See, I didn't order
any of this stuff.
Matching lovebirds!
A surfboard?!
What can I tell ya,
you've got an admirer!
Name of
Ryan Lambert.
That's gotta be
some kind of mistake!
Nope!
Thanks.
Beautiful
Bo-Bell, come back to me!
No no no no no--
Without you
my life is one big tragedy!
Oh! Ah!
There's a guy dressed like a
bellhop crying in our hallway.
Yeah it's uh, a tourism
Fae, he needed directions.
Oh...
- How are you?
- Hi!
Well, on today's episode
of Kenzi our heroine's moxie
is tested when confronted
by... a stalker.
Yeah, they're
everywhere these days!
Do you remember Tryst,
that graffiti artist
I knew back in the day?
Sure, your old boyfriend.
Oh, very funny.
That wankster
that was completely
obsessed
with me and--
Kenz! Hey, Kenz!
Please! Please!
Yo! I'm lookin' for the
offices of Tryst's Angels.
Where they be?
They be cancelled!
Don't play me, shorty.
I need help, and I know
y'all be private girl dicks.
And I know
y'all be leaving!
Ah, come on--
There's a very
special lady in my life.
She's in a world
of pain right now.
Oh, you got some
poor girl knocked up?
Holy spit, I send
my condolences.
I'm talkin' about
my Gran-gran.
Who knocks up
their Gran-gran?
Ugh. So not where
I meant to go.
Okay look, Tryst, we are very
busy with other clients.
We're booked solid.
Bo-bo, what the-
Later! Okay? I mean,
Tryst needs us!
Shizzle, Kenzi, it-
it be his Gran-gran.
Right?
Respect.
That is why you are my second
favourite beyatch, Beyatch!
Don't push it!
Right.
So!
Every Sunday my
Granny makes me supper.
I always check out this little
telephone desk she's got.
It's where she
keeps her secret stuff.
Anyway, turns out some evil
dude be changing her will.
Now her money's going
to some corporation.
Her house, too!
And she's too confused to
answer any questions about it.
Way confused.
Well, we'll see if
we can help. Okay?
Alright, uh,
street art don't pay,
so can we do
this one for free?
You know, what
do you call it?
Pro-boner!
Bo, where did
you get all this stuff?
It is all going back,
okay?! Put it down.
Put it down!
No--
Kenzi--
No...
♪
The key to the cell.
Thank you.
♪
There's no point
in hiding, Acher.
Now, how did The Ash
know I wanted a visitor?
And a Celtic wolf pretending
he's still a police detective.
Someone must think
I'm very special indeed.
Am I supposed
to be impressed?
The smell of oil tells me
you've cleaned your handgun
this morning but you're not
carrying it where you would
if you still had the
authority to carry it.
You're observant.
One of my
many talents.
Why don't you
come a little closer?
I could use
the companionship.
I'm not here to
be your friend.
♪
So this was the address
on Gran-gran's check stubs.
Strip mall church. Sexy.
Just stick close.
The love of Brother
Douglas must carry you.
If you struggle, the rocks
beneath the surface will win.
Brother!
We are thirsty!
And I shall slake
your every desire.
Okay...
Office.
Cover me.
Kay--
♪
♪
Hi!
Hi.
Hi, I'm Carla.
Uh, Kendall.
I am just here exploring
Dougallerianism.
Isn't he incredible?!
He has changed my life!
Come! Have some
tea and cookies!
We'll tell you more
about the creed.
You know I'm not really
here to stay, so tha-
Oh, don't be silly!
♪
I love talking to
people just like you.
I love you already.
Just like a sister!
Okay, sis, well,
thank you, but I'm gon-
Oh, and the cookies
are made from scratch.
Go ahead!
Okay...
Okay.
♪
What are you doing?
You first.
Why are people giving you
so much money?
Offerings, of
thanksgiving and hope.
Except it's more
than they can afford.
It is difficult for
a non-believer
to grasp the
generosity of others.
Oh. Good one.
You read that in
a fortune cookie?
You're very rude.
No, you know what's rude,
is taking people's houses
and money to build a
celebration center,
when what you really want
is for them to worship you.
What is that sound?
Usquebagh...
♪
Wha-?
Where am I...?
Yo, Holy Man!
Bo doesn't
do water sports.
Ahhhh!
And that concludes
today's service.
Bo-bo, you okay?
You stay away
from me--
Bo!
You stay away
from me!
♪
Bo!!!
♪
How well did you
know Petros?
How well does anyone really
know anyone else?
There are no natural
predators for a wolf.
True?
Except for humans,
of course.
You spoke to Petros
on the day he jumped.
What did you
talk about?
No natural predators means
you're king of the animals.
Do you feel invincible?
Answer my question.
Why?
You won't answer me.
I don't feel invincible,
and neither should you.
Fair enough.
Petros and I spoke
about his sad little life.
He was a simple man.
Even by the lowest
of standards.
I can only imagine
his life was a series
of brutal
disappointments.
Death probably
came as a relief.
He had a family.
Is the lone wolf suggesting
family is a reason to live?
I love the irony.
Don't pretend
to know me.
But, I do...
Maybe better than
you know yourself.
Just like I knew
Petros better than most.
Do you know that
his wife left him?
Women do that.
After centuries,
he was suddenly single.
It must have left him
in a lonely, lonely place,
wondering if it was
something he did.
Wondering if perhaps he
didn't deserve the joy.
Hmm. Did I strike
a nerve, detective?
♪
Trick! Come here,
come here, come here!
What's the matter?
I need your help.
I lost Bo!
Well, she ran away.
Her bodacious brain
just went kerblooie!
Okay,
from the beginning,
and as much English
as you can manage.
Okay, we were on a case and
we thought it was humans.
Some scammer preacher
type who we thought
might be stealing
from old broads.
But then Brother Jerk
threw some H2O at Bo and--
Water--
Just plain water?
It looked like it, but it
made her act like some
wide-eyed Dorothy type and
she didn't even know me.
I mean ME!
Sounds like an Addonc.
They're a water Fae, they soak
you and your memory's erased.
Like shaking an
Etch-a-Sketch?
Exactly.
You revert back to a
blank slate, childlike,
more innocent,
and like babies,
people who have been
Addonced basically imprint
onto the first person
who's been kind to them.
Oh no...
Okay--
Hey!
Can you take over?
It's kind of
an emergency.
Bo isn't herself,
she's not going
to have her own
wits or skills.
She might not even
know she's a Succubus.
Uh oh.
If she gets hungry she
could kill a whole NBA team.
With a WNBA
team for dessert!
Let's go!
♪
Hey, gorgeous!
Bo!
Bo, wait--
You are the second
person to call me that!
Well, that's because
it's your name.
I'm sorry but I don't
know who you are!
It's Ryan!
What do you mean
you don't know me?
I've been looking
all over for you.
Look, I can
prove it to you.
That bracelet you're
wearing, I gave it to you.
REL 12 3 42.
♪
First step, any water
we find, we dump it.
No way!
If I find some
I'm pouring it all over
Ryan Gosling's beautiful melon!
You!
You assaulted me!
I'm calling the police!
That's not a good idea.
They'll send Fae cops
and I'll have to tell them
that you're a criminal
Addonc.
Who are you?
Someone who knows the
trickery you're capable of.
It is not trickery.
I sell grace, to
those who badly need it!
The black haired woman you
splashed earlier, where is she?
How should I know?
She ran and didn't return,
before I had a chance
to wash out her filthy mouth,
and put her in a modest blouse.
A blouse?
You monster!
We gotta go.
We're watching you.
That's right, buddy.
Hot chocolate, with
extra whipped cream.
It's the best remedy.
You didn't have
to do that.
Sure I did,
I care about you.
I'm okay.
Yeah--
I just, um, I wish that
I could remember more.
What?
Was it raining?
Today?
Um, no, why?
I remember
getting a bit wet.
I'm sorry, I'm just...
I'm confused.
Are you cold?
I'm still cold.
Let me just... help you.
Okay?
Okay.
Come here--
Oh!
I'm sorry that
I don't remember you.
I, um, I really appreciate
you helping me, though.
Uh!
What?
Wow!
Wow?
Wow! Wow! Wow!
Wow, no!
What?
No, we can't!
Why not?
We can't, no--
It's- it's , it's too much,
it's too tempting!
Yeah!
I mean, sheesh, we could
end up way over our heads,
I mean, maybe even having,
you know, s-e-x!
You really don't remember
who you are, do you?
No.
You're my girlfriend.
I am?
Yeah--
We're in love.
We are?
Madly.
In fact, I've been planning
something for a little
while now and I think
this is the perfect time.
The perfect time
for what?
Oh, wow--
That is sparkly.
Marry me.
I wanna be
with you forever.
I need to be
with you forever.
We can be to
The Falls in an hour.
♪
Why not?
Yes!
Yes!
Let's get married!
Oh, wow!
The honeymoon suite,
Mrs. Lambert!
- Holy shit!
- Yeah.
This is fancy.
It's some industrialist's
old country home.
Nothing's too good
for my girl.
You ask to fly my private
helicopter, I make it happen.
Ah, that was your idea
and the most terrifying
- twenty seconds of my life.
- Oh, not even close!
You've got so much
incredible stuff, babe!
Do you think I will
ever remember it?
I think...
we'll just have to make
some new memories.
Having your life begin again
as Mrs. Lambert...
could be a lot
worse, huh?
No!
Stop calling me that,
you bad man!
This isn't official yet!
Listen, we can fix that
in fifteen minutes.
Come on---
I want a dress.
Wha-?
She wants a dress...
I was thinking like,
ivory, crepe-de-chine,
I don't even know
what crepe-de-chine is,
but doesn't it
sound delightful?
I just, I wanna
be really pretty.
Babe...you couldn't
be any prettier.
I would marry you in hip
waders and a space helmet.
Well, no, well you can
wear that if you want to--
But, I want a dress.
What if Bo hitched a ride
outta town and is dancing
in a topless bar despite rival
girls trying to bring her down?
She's not living
in "Showgirls".
My go-to worst
case scenario.
Trick, there's gotta
be some kinda cure.
If she has relations with
anyone, she could get healed.
Oh, come on,
random banging!
Or the dunking
could wear off.
Fae are less
susceptible than humans.
Ugh...
My stomach hurts.
But to be safe,
we need her to drink
the water from
the river Mnemosyne.
Okay--
It's very rare and
costs a fortune.
Well, what are we
supposed to do?
Hold a telethon?
Trick, we have to
do something now.
Okay?
Bo is out there.
Addoncs often keep
a small stock on hand,
for emergencies.
Oh--
Well, then Brother Douglas
better prepare
for the second
coming of moi!
Let's go!
Alright--
Oh, this one
is beautiful!
It's from our Diamonds
are Forever collection.
If that's your style!
I dunno if it is,
is it?
Well you would know
better than me, kitten.
Oh, I'm not sure!
How much is it?
No, Mr. Lambert said
money is no object.
Which is just exactly
the kinda groom I like.
Yeah...
He seems perfect!
Oh, yeah.
He is handsome, and
generous, and, well,
between us girls,
he's unbelievably sexy!
Pardon my French!
Well, that
is a good start,
how long have you
been together?
I don't know!
Well, practically
forever then!
How did you meet?
I don't know
that either.
Well, it's the love
between you that matters.
Yeah...I think
I really love him!
I really like...
Oh, his jacket--
You are stunning...
I think we should show
our lovely bride to be
another gown from
the Empress Line!
Kitten...
Is anyone coming here
to be with you?
You know,
family, or friends?
There's a girl...
She has,
she has pink hair--
No blue!
Is it black!
Or no, platinum.
Oh!
There's a man!
He's, he teaches me,
he's like a,
like an uncle, like
a bartending uncle.
Names, numbers?
There's a wolf!
He's uh, this beautiful,
beautiful broken wolf-man,
and he's uh, who's a cop!
A wolf cop?
Yes!
Kitten, have you
seen a doctor recently?
Oh, no--
I feel fine.
I feel, better
and better, actually--
♪
Okay! I see just the
perfect gown, sweetheart,
can you grab it it's right at
the end of the rack, thank you!
She's, she's
lovely, isn't she?
Desmond, pull
up the database,
I need all the Fae in
Kingslynn Business Park,
especially those
connected with water.
Mermen,
Ogopogo, Addoncs--
Yeah--
I want some
answers, Acher.
And I want
some questions.
You do understand how
this works, don't you?
Tell me what
you wanna know.
Why did Petros jump?
Why wouldn't he? I mean,
why wouldn't you?
Surely it's better
than walking around,
swallowing epochs
of pain. I mean,
not killing yourself starts
to look like cowardice.
And you're no coward!
Or, are you?
Killing yourself is the
greatest form of cowardice.
Not if it's done
for honour.
Tell me, detective...
are you
an honourable man?
I guess no sign
of the water-boy, huh?
Not that I can see.
Which one is it?
Mnemosyne water
smells like lilies
with an undertone
of sewage.
Okay, you work
on that--
I'll toss the desk, see if I can
come up with something else.
♪
Oh!
I found it.
I found something, too,
an address and something
that looks like a
license plate number.
C1854N8.
Let's get Hale.
Yeah--
Where's
the hairdresser?
You're not gonna be
ready in time, sweetie--
I can't go
through with this.
Look, Ryan, I absolutely
believe that we have
strong feelings for each other,
but memories are starting
to come back and I'm
less certain that this
is what we should
be doing.
Don't say that--
Look, there will be loads
of other right times
if this is right!
Look, you are handsome,
and, and, fascinating--
Stop talking--
But--
Stop--
This is so weird--
But-
I kind of had feelings
for the young dress girl.
Which is not exactly the wedding
night that one hopes for.
Oh, God...
Oh--
I'm sorry.
♪
I'm sorry too,
Mrs. Lambert.
Hale says the numbers
are a private plane
and it took off for The Falls.
Presumably with
our Addonc on it.
Maybe the water has some
sort of control over him.
Or he's jonesing for a
wax museum and some fudge.
Either way we don't
know if Bo's with him.
Except, the plane
belongs to Ryan.
Ryan Lambert?
I thought he and Bo
were done dating?
So did this sucka...
Hale traced Ryan's
credit card there.
"Stonemont Creek Inn".
Road trip
to The Falls.
Yeah, we'd better find her,
so I can kill her!
Mr. Lambert,
I am at your service.
It's a spiritual
crisis, Brother.
There's a woman here
making a very big mistake.
Uh huh, then
we'll correct her.
As my associate would have
told you I'm prepared
to make this
worth your while.
♪
She recognizes you.
You dunked her
the first time.
It was self-defense,
Mr. Lambert--
It was the best thing
that ever happened to me.
Do it again,
this time make it last.
♪
So you knew Petros
before he killed himself.
What about Cybelle?
Cybelle?
A sad lady, really.
She felt she had no
future, no job, no life.
She was poisoned.
She took pills.
It's different.
Kenzi--
Called eight times.
What the hell?
Is she the one that
broke your heart?
And someone named Trick
has called seven times.
Sounds like a pet
name for a prostitute.
Someone you call late at
night when the silence
is too much and
the lone wolf needs
to empty his soul
into someone.
Temper, Detective--
Why do Kenzi and
Trick bother you so much?
They're clearly not
important to you,
or you'd answer
their calls.
I'm busy working.
Oh, talkin' to one
piddling underFae.
Are you so self-absorbed
that you haven't a moment
for your loved ones?
What if they needed you?
What if they're about to
breathe their last breaths,
and you can't see
past your own ass
long enough to help them.
Or is that what you do?
So unfeeling...
hurting those you love
every chance you get--
I don't love anyone!
Then what's the
point of living?
Ha ha. You poor
pathetic animal--
You! Don't!
Know me.
Don't I?
I think you're the one
who doesn't know himself.
Why do you exist?
What's the point
of you?
♪
Concierge said they're in
the Hummingbird Room.
Don't panic,
she also said
there was a wedding
dress involved.
Oh, no--
Yeah!
I just think they should
get a quickie divorce
with their quickie
wedding.
Fae don't
believe in divorce.
Not for the first
thousand years.
What?!
What, like it's so
wrong to expect people
to give it a real shot?!
Here, before the moon
and stars, and great gods-
Stop the insanity!
Don't stop--
One million dollars.
Don't stop.
In the name of Clan Fin Arvin,
I declare an objection!
Yes!
You are combined as
husband and wife.
No, no, no--
Now, kiss and love
with great joy.
♪
I present,
Mrs. Ryan Lambert!
Okay,
Clan Fin Arvin fail!
There's gotta be
a loophole!
One thousand
years, Trick!
One thousand years
of marriage to an over-sexed,
goofy-haired, seven-year-old
boy! Okay?!
She doesn't have
the ring on yet.
The ring's compulsory.
You get the bride,
I'll get the bling. Go!
Go!
Hey!
She's mine!
Ahhh!
I had her first!
Bo, it's me--
Pets can't
marry their owners!
Flowers. Really.
Ugh!!!
Bo, it's Trick--
Drink this.
It's okay.
♪
It'll make you
feel better, love.
It'll make this
all better.
Bo?
Trick?
Trick!
Gimme the ring.
No.
Ugh!
Good one.
Who was
the water guy?!
Brother Doug.
An Addonc.
Total brainwashing.
You thought it would be
fun to get on a plane
with Ry-ry and marry
his creepy self.
But we stopped it
before it became official.
Wow, good day
at the office, guys.
You look really
beautiful, Bo.
Oh--
I never really thought
I'd pick this
giant, puffy,
marshmallow dress.
Me neither
but it totally works!
I know, right?!
Okay, we need
to get some more
fancy fix-up water
for groom-bot here.
I just don't get it,
I mean,
we don't even
like each other.
Although, I, uh,
I did call him.
To heal.
What?
Yeah--
Okay, it's
all becoming clear.
We're gonna need candles,
white cloth, and Kenzi.
If I had everything
you had as a proper Fae,
I'd be happy.
I'd enjoy life.
Those of you in
the master class,
moving amongst humans
as though you were men.
I am a man!
And a wolf. I live
in both worlds.
That's your problem.
You're not a man
or wolf.
You think you fit in both worlds
but you don't fit in either.
You have no idea what
you're talking about.
Of course I do.
You just can't
bear hearing it.
You're a lost soul,
searching for an identity,
searching for something
to hold onto
but everything you
touch turns to dust.
Stop--
Stop talking!
You're afloat in a
sea of self doubt
without a life
preserver in sight.
You're tired.
Dyson, you're tired,
and defeated.
Life without love's
become unbearable.
Stop it!
Not worth living.
Wouldn't you agree?
Save your friends
the pain of betrayal,
of their love for you.
Go on...
five pounds of
pressure on the trigger
and all your misery
will simply go away.
It's time to put
it all behind you.
You're a failure as a man,
and you're a failure as a wolf.
I am still a wolf.
This is what you did
to them, isn't it?
This is how
you killed them?
I only held up a mirror and
showed them the ugly truth,
just like I'm
doing with you.
The only ugly
thing here is you.
You're empty,
and you're alone.
The only joy you get is from
causing misery to real Fae.
I am a real Fae!
No!
You hate yourself!
And you prey on the
weakness of your masters.
You think that if you can,
rise above them
for a moment it will mean
you're not a, sad and--
unwanted,
pathetic abomination.
I've killed dozens
of you with little more
than my intellect,
you're NOT better than me!
I don't think I am.
♪
But I do think I just
got a confession.
You didn't win,
Detective.
You've only prolonged
the inevitable.
When you take your life,
the victory'll be mine!
Detective!!!
I'm still
in your mind!
♪
Make a tiny incision
on his wrist.
Just a tiny one?
Tiny!
I don't know why I'm the right
person for the job here.
It doesn't matter why,
just be careful,
you might feel
a little faint.
Ugh, fainting
is for wimps!
Now--
With harm to none,
thy will be done.
With harm to none,
thy will be done.
The wrist I cleave,
and the other leave.
The wrist I cleave
and the other leave.
Thou cannot
harm him, Bo.
Thou cannot
harm him, Bo?
Wait, what'd I do?
Shh!
Headrush...
Headrush!
There she goes--
Oh! Ah!
I thought I was dreaming but
you are wearing a white dress.
Actually, it's champagne.
We almost got married.
I need a whiskey.
And a beer,
with a side of strippers.
Is she okay?
She'll be fine in
a couple minutes.
For the record!
I was out
of my mind, too.
Sure you were...
What happened to us?
An Addonc.
Well, for me anyway.
Something else
happened to you,
which I am dying
to hear about.
Oh!
That's my bad!
I was with this
Huldra last night.
Sonja--
And that's when you
called for your little
emergency service call and oh
god she went totally ballistic
and crazy jealous and
she has been known to...
melt portions
of people's brain
to control her enemies,
you know, so...
That must be it.
Did I catch the bouquet?
Hey-- Here.
Here--
Come on--
I'm gonna have us
flown back
and we'll go kick some
Addonc's ass.
Well, that's exactly
what I was going to do.
One more beating,
for old time's sake?
Deal.
Deal.
Let's go.
Wow--
A generous donor,
has enabled our mission
to work in
the Turks and Caicos,
so, quickly,
we will pack up--
Not so fast, Dougy.
Mr. Lambert!
What a pleasure.
I want my money back.
In the words
of our Lord...
no.
We can, however,
provide you
with a baptism
for your generosity.
That's a very
generous offer--
Bring it in, folks!
Refreshing taste
of Mnemosyne!
A zero calorie
mind-altering beverage.
Breath deeply--
No!
No, you can't!
Prepare to lose
your religion.
He broke the mold
when he made you.
Sit down!
While I call
my friend, The Ash.
Hey!
Nice work.
Huh?
You, too.
It almost makes me sad
we don't get to do it again.
Well-- It had
to end eventually.
Oil and water.
Mmmhmm--
Will you, um--
Will you still wear that
bracelet that I gave you?
Wow, that is strangely
sentimental of you--
It's got a chip in it,
it'll warn me when
you're within fifty feet.
Oh--
I walk the other way,
I won't be tempted.
Good plan.
Goodbye, Ryan.
Bye, beautiful.
♪
♪
I can't believe you lied
to me about Ryan.
Kenzi, I know.
Okay? I'm sorry!
Verbal apology number 84
if you're keeping track.
You know, if you woulda
told me the truth
then maybe I coulda
found you earlier.
I know.
I'm sorry, Kenzi.
Verbal apology number 85,
for the folks at home.
You really shouldn't fib to
people who are close to you.
Especially when you expect them
to be your maid of honour.
When it's for realz,
you know?
Back in two shakes.
How's your beer?
Is it cold enough?
Been having a little bit
of trouble with the taps.
Did you hear what
Kenzi just said?
About lying to the people
that are closest to us?
I heard.
I don't think
that Ryan's girlfriend
melted his
prefrontal cortex.
I think that
I bled on him.
Happens, you've
bled on people before.
Yeah, but this is the first
time that one of them
went all ga-ga and
started stalking me.
Something was different.
He was acting like,
like one of Aife's--
my mom's,
Chippendale boy-toys.
Perish the thought--
I just thought that
you might know more.
As a man who can control
destiny with his blood,
and who knew right away
how to bring Ryan back.
Are you asking me
something?
Not yet.
We have to focus
on the battle ahead.
But when I ask you
the questions that I have--
I am gonna
want answers.
Real.
Honest.
Answers.
Message received.
Loud and clear.
♪
Hey. It's Bo.
Hey!
Oh! Ah!
Upstairs, now--
Did you forget "we aren't
right for each other"
and "it's complicated"
and...
Wow, it's like you've only
got one thing on your mind.
I do--
You realize none
of my doctorates
are in that medical
stuff right?
In fact, most of them
are made up.
I need to heal.
Yeah, you look
like hell.
You should see the underFae
that tried to kill me.
Sex. Now.
Alright, Succubus--
Shall we?
Ahhhhh!
Ahh!
Ugh--
♪
You said free
gift with purchase.
Yeah, I should have smelled
religious freak all over you
and slammed the door.
I am not here on
behalf of religion.
I am here on
behalf of your faith.
My faith?
Well that's easy:
I don't got none.
I don't believe in anything.
Except Jimmy Beam.
I worship him alone.
All your neighbours
have become followers.
They'd be pleased
to welcome you.
No.
I don't know them,
and I don't want to.
See I don't,
I don't like people.
So, ah...
Behold--
It's beautiful--
♪
Life is hard when you
don't know who you are.
It's harder when you
don't know what you are.
Only to find that I belong to
a world hidden from humans.
I won't hide anymore.
I will live the
life I choose.
Wow, I mean,
you really know how
to make a guy
feel wanted.
Oh, come on!
You are always happy
to skip cuddly spoon hour.
Besides, you're the
one that told me that
"post-orgasm claustrophobia"
was a medical condition.
That was a joke.
Now, I--
Now I wanna spoon.
I mean really,
can we spoon?
As long as you want.
Ah-
Well, what I want
is for you to go.
Oh... okay look!
Look, I am,
I am really happy,
with your paramedic impression,
but this is over. Okay?
This-
This is the last time--
Oh man! Even I'm
sick of that song!
Thank god you have
such a beautiful voice.
Now, let's spoon.
Right.
Come on--
See ya--
But-
But I wanna stay!
Oh, come on, Bo!
I just wanna cuddle!
♪
You wanted
to see me?
Yes.
There's a prisoner.
In the dungeon.
His name's Acher,
he's an underFae.
I need you to
interrogate him for me.
What'd he do?
There've been a rash of
deaths among the Fae lately.
All been ruled
as suicide.
I'm guessing there's
more to it than that.
Cybelle, a Fae elder,
was poisoned,
and last night my bodyguard
Petros was found
at the bottom of the
Westgate Viaduct.
He fell twenty stories.
And you don't think
he went voluntarily.
No.
He was guarding Acher's
cell earlier on in the day.
I need answers, Dyson.
As you wish.
Dyson, be careful.
I haven't told Acher
anything about you.
I think it's wise
to keep it that way.
No wait!
No--
See, I didn't order
any of this stuff.
Matching lovebirds!
A surfboard?!
What can I tell ya,
you've got an admirer!
Name of
Ryan Lambert.
That's gotta be
some kind of mistake!
Nope!
Thanks.
Beautiful
Bo-Bell, come back to me!
No no no no no--
Without you
my life is one big tragedy!
Oh! Ah!
There's a guy dressed like a
bellhop crying in our hallway.
Yeah it's uh, a tourism
Fae, he needed directions.
Oh...
- How are you?
- Hi!
Well, on today's episode
of Kenzi our heroine's moxie
is tested when confronted
by... a stalker.
Yeah, they're
everywhere these days!
Do you remember Tryst,
that graffiti artist
I knew back in the day?
Sure, your old boyfriend.
Oh, very funny.
That wankster
that was completely
obsessed
with me and--
Kenz! Hey, Kenz!
Please! Please!
Yo! I'm lookin' for the
offices of Tryst's Angels.
Where they be?
They be cancelled!
Don't play me, shorty.
I need help, and I know
y'all be private girl dicks.
And I know
y'all be leaving!
Ah, come on--
There's a very
special lady in my life.
She's in a world
of pain right now.
Oh, you got some
poor girl knocked up?
Holy spit, I send
my condolences.
I'm talkin' about
my Gran-gran.
Who knocks up
their Gran-gran?
Ugh. So not where
I meant to go.
Okay look, Tryst, we are very
busy with other clients.
We're booked solid.
Bo-bo, what the-
Later! Okay? I mean,
Tryst needs us!
Shizzle, Kenzi, it-
it be his Gran-gran.
Right?
Respect.
That is why you are my second
favourite beyatch, Beyatch!
Don't push it!
Right.
So!
Every Sunday my
Granny makes me supper.
I always check out this little
telephone desk she's got.
It's where she
keeps her secret stuff.
Anyway, turns out some evil
dude be changing her will.
Now her money's going
to some corporation.
Her house, too!
And she's too confused to
answer any questions about it.
Way confused.
Well, we'll see if
we can help. Okay?
Alright, uh,
street art don't pay,
so can we do
this one for free?
You know, what
do you call it?
Pro-boner!
Bo, where did
you get all this stuff?
It is all going back,
okay?! Put it down.
Put it down!
No--
Kenzi--
No...
♪
The key to the cell.
Thank you.
♪
There's no point
in hiding, Acher.
Now, how did The Ash
know I wanted a visitor?
And a Celtic wolf pretending
he's still a police detective.
Someone must think
I'm very special indeed.
Am I supposed
to be impressed?
The smell of oil tells me
you've cleaned your handgun
this morning but you're not
carrying it where you would
if you still had the
authority to carry it.
You're observant.
One of my
many talents.
Why don't you
come a little closer?
I could use
the companionship.
I'm not here to
be your friend.
♪
So this was the address
on Gran-gran's check stubs.
Strip mall church. Sexy.
Just stick close.
The love of Brother
Douglas must carry you.
If you struggle, the rocks
beneath the surface will win.
Brother!
We are thirsty!
And I shall slake
your every desire.
Okay...
Office.
Cover me.
Kay--
♪
♪
Hi!
Hi.
Hi, I'm Carla.
Uh, Kendall.
I am just here exploring
Dougallerianism.
Isn't he incredible?!
He has changed my life!
Come! Have some
tea and cookies!
We'll tell you more
about the creed.
You know I'm not really
here to stay, so tha-
Oh, don't be silly!
♪
I love talking to
people just like you.
I love you already.
Just like a sister!
Okay, sis, well,
thank you, but I'm gon-
Oh, and the cookies
are made from scratch.
Go ahead!
Okay...
Okay.
♪
What are you doing?
You first.
Why are people giving you
so much money?
Offerings, of
thanksgiving and hope.
Except it's more
than they can afford.
It is difficult for
a non-believer
to grasp the
generosity of others.
Oh. Good one.
You read that in
a fortune cookie?
You're very rude.
No, you know what's rude,
is taking people's houses
and money to build a
celebration center,
when what you really want
is for them to worship you.
What is that sound?
Usquebagh...
♪
Wha-?
Where am I...?
Yo, Holy Man!
Bo doesn't
do water sports.
Ahhhh!
And that concludes
today's service.
Bo-bo, you okay?
You stay away
from me--
Bo!
You stay away
from me!
♪
Bo!!!
♪
How well did you
know Petros?
How well does anyone really
know anyone else?
There are no natural
predators for a wolf.
True?
Except for humans,
of course.
You spoke to Petros
on the day he jumped.
What did you
talk about?
No natural predators means
you're king of the animals.
Do you feel invincible?
Answer my question.
Why?
You won't answer me.
I don't feel invincible,
and neither should you.
Fair enough.
Petros and I spoke
about his sad little life.
He was a simple man.
Even by the lowest
of standards.
I can only imagine
his life was a series
of brutal
disappointments.
Death probably
came as a relief.
He had a family.
Is the lone wolf suggesting
family is a reason to live?
I love the irony.
Don't pretend
to know me.
But, I do...
Maybe better than
you know yourself.
Just like I knew
Petros better than most.
Do you know that
his wife left him?
Women do that.
After centuries,
he was suddenly single.
It must have left him
in a lonely, lonely place,
wondering if it was
something he did.
Wondering if perhaps he
didn't deserve the joy.
Hmm. Did I strike
a nerve, detective?
♪
Trick! Come here,
come here, come here!
What's the matter?
I need your help.
I lost Bo!
Well, she ran away.
Her bodacious brain
just went kerblooie!
Okay,
from the beginning,
and as much English
as you can manage.
Okay, we were on a case and
we thought it was humans.
Some scammer preacher
type who we thought
might be stealing
from old broads.
But then Brother Jerk
threw some H2O at Bo and--
Water--
Just plain water?
It looked like it, but it
made her act like some
wide-eyed Dorothy type and
she didn't even know me.
I mean ME!
Sounds like an Addonc.
They're a water Fae, they soak
you and your memory's erased.
Like shaking an
Etch-a-Sketch?
Exactly.
You revert back to a
blank slate, childlike,
more innocent,
and like babies,
people who have been
Addonced basically imprint
onto the first person
who's been kind to them.
Oh no...
Okay--
Hey!
Can you take over?
It's kind of
an emergency.
Bo isn't herself,
she's not going
to have her own
wits or skills.
She might not even
know she's a Succubus.
Uh oh.
If she gets hungry she
could kill a whole NBA team.
With a WNBA
team for dessert!
Let's go!
♪
Hey, gorgeous!
Bo!
Bo, wait--
You are the second
person to call me that!
Well, that's because
it's your name.
I'm sorry but I don't
know who you are!
It's Ryan!
What do you mean
you don't know me?
I've been looking
all over for you.
Look, I can
prove it to you.
That bracelet you're
wearing, I gave it to you.
REL 12 3 42.
♪
First step, any water
we find, we dump it.
No way!
If I find some
I'm pouring it all over
Ryan Gosling's beautiful melon!
You!
You assaulted me!
I'm calling the police!
That's not a good idea.
They'll send Fae cops
and I'll have to tell them
that you're a criminal
Addonc.
Who are you?
Someone who knows the
trickery you're capable of.
It is not trickery.
I sell grace, to
those who badly need it!
The black haired woman you
splashed earlier, where is she?
How should I know?
She ran and didn't return,
before I had a chance
to wash out her filthy mouth,
and put her in a modest blouse.
A blouse?
You monster!
We gotta go.
We're watching you.
That's right, buddy.
Hot chocolate, with
extra whipped cream.
It's the best remedy.
You didn't have
to do that.
Sure I did,
I care about you.
I'm okay.
Yeah--
I just, um, I wish that
I could remember more.
What?
Was it raining?
Today?
Um, no, why?
I remember
getting a bit wet.
I'm sorry, I'm just...
I'm confused.
Are you cold?
I'm still cold.
Let me just... help you.
Okay?
Okay.
Come here--
Oh!
I'm sorry that
I don't remember you.
I, um, I really appreciate
you helping me, though.
Uh!
What?
Wow!
Wow?
Wow! Wow! Wow!
Wow, no!
What?
No, we can't!
Why not?
We can't, no--
It's- it's , it's too much,
it's too tempting!
Yeah!
I mean, sheesh, we could
end up way over our heads,
I mean, maybe even having,
you know, s-e-x!
You really don't remember
who you are, do you?
No.
You're my girlfriend.
I am?
Yeah--
We're in love.
We are?
Madly.
In fact, I've been planning
something for a little
while now and I think
this is the perfect time.
The perfect time
for what?
Oh, wow--
That is sparkly.
Marry me.
I wanna be
with you forever.
I need to be
with you forever.
We can be to
The Falls in an hour.
♪
Why not?
Yes!
Yes!
Let's get married!
Oh, wow!
The honeymoon suite,
Mrs. Lambert!
- Holy shit!
- Yeah.
This is fancy.
It's some industrialist's
old country home.
Nothing's too good
for my girl.
You ask to fly my private
helicopter, I make it happen.
Ah, that was your idea
and the most terrifying
- twenty seconds of my life.
- Oh, not even close!
You've got so much
incredible stuff, babe!
Do you think I will
ever remember it?
I think...
we'll just have to make
some new memories.
Having your life begin again
as Mrs. Lambert...
could be a lot
worse, huh?
No!
Stop calling me that,
you bad man!
This isn't official yet!
Listen, we can fix that
in fifteen minutes.
Come on---
I want a dress.
Wha-?
She wants a dress...
I was thinking like,
ivory, crepe-de-chine,
I don't even know
what crepe-de-chine is,
but doesn't it
sound delightful?
I just, I wanna
be really pretty.
Babe...you couldn't
be any prettier.
I would marry you in hip
waders and a space helmet.
Well, no, well you can
wear that if you want to--
But, I want a dress.
What if Bo hitched a ride
outta town and is dancing
in a topless bar despite rival
girls trying to bring her down?
She's not living
in "Showgirls".
My go-to worst
case scenario.
Trick, there's gotta
be some kinda cure.
If she has relations with
anyone, she could get healed.
Oh, come on,
random banging!
Or the dunking
could wear off.
Fae are less
susceptible than humans.
Ugh...
My stomach hurts.
But to be safe,
we need her to drink
the water from
the river Mnemosyne.
Okay--
It's very rare and
costs a fortune.
Well, what are we
supposed to do?
Hold a telethon?
Trick, we have to
do something now.
Okay?
Bo is out there.
Addoncs often keep
a small stock on hand,
for emergencies.
Oh--
Well, then Brother Douglas
better prepare
for the second
coming of moi!
Let's go!
Alright--
Oh, this one
is beautiful!
It's from our Diamonds
are Forever collection.
If that's your style!
I dunno if it is,
is it?
Well you would know
better than me, kitten.
Oh, I'm not sure!
How much is it?
No, Mr. Lambert said
money is no object.
Which is just exactly
the kinda groom I like.
Yeah...
He seems perfect!
Oh, yeah.
He is handsome, and
generous, and, well,
between us girls,
he's unbelievably sexy!
Pardon my French!
Well, that
is a good start,
how long have you
been together?
I don't know!
Well, practically
forever then!
How did you meet?
I don't know
that either.
Well, it's the love
between you that matters.
Yeah...I think
I really love him!
I really like...
Oh, his jacket--
You are stunning...
I think we should show
our lovely bride to be
another gown from
the Empress Line!
Kitten...
Is anyone coming here
to be with you?
You know,
family, or friends?
There's a girl...
She has,
she has pink hair--
No blue!
Is it black!
Or no, platinum.
Oh!
There's a man!
He's, he teaches me,
he's like a,
like an uncle, like
a bartending uncle.
Names, numbers?
There's a wolf!
He's uh, this beautiful,
beautiful broken wolf-man,
and he's uh, who's a cop!
A wolf cop?
Yes!
Kitten, have you
seen a doctor recently?
Oh, no--
I feel fine.
I feel, better
and better, actually--
♪
Okay! I see just the
perfect gown, sweetheart,
can you grab it it's right at
the end of the rack, thank you!
She's, she's
lovely, isn't she?
Desmond, pull
up the database,
I need all the Fae in
Kingslynn Business Park,
especially those
connected with water.
Mermen,
Ogopogo, Addoncs--
Yeah--
I want some
answers, Acher.
And I want
some questions.
You do understand how
this works, don't you?
Tell me what
you wanna know.
Why did Petros jump?
Why wouldn't he? I mean,
why wouldn't you?
Surely it's better
than walking around,
swallowing epochs
of pain. I mean,
not killing yourself starts
to look like cowardice.
And you're no coward!
Or, are you?
Killing yourself is the
greatest form of cowardice.
Not if it's done
for honour.
Tell me, detective...
are you
an honourable man?
I guess no sign
of the water-boy, huh?
Not that I can see.
Which one is it?
Mnemosyne water
smells like lilies
with an undertone
of sewage.
Okay, you work
on that--
I'll toss the desk, see if I can
come up with something else.
♪
Oh!
I found it.
I found something, too,
an address and something
that looks like a
license plate number.
C1854N8.
Let's get Hale.
Yeah--
Where's
the hairdresser?
You're not gonna be
ready in time, sweetie--
I can't go
through with this.
Look, Ryan, I absolutely
believe that we have
strong feelings for each other,
but memories are starting
to come back and I'm
less certain that this
is what we should
be doing.
Don't say that--
Look, there will be loads
of other right times
if this is right!
Look, you are handsome,
and, and, fascinating--
Stop talking--
But--
Stop--
This is so weird--
But-
I kind of had feelings
for the young dress girl.
Which is not exactly the wedding
night that one hopes for.
Oh, God...
Oh--
I'm sorry.
♪
I'm sorry too,
Mrs. Lambert.
Hale says the numbers
are a private plane
and it took off for The Falls.
Presumably with
our Addonc on it.
Maybe the water has some
sort of control over him.
Or he's jonesing for a
wax museum and some fudge.
Either way we don't
know if Bo's with him.
Except, the plane
belongs to Ryan.
Ryan Lambert?
I thought he and Bo
were done dating?
So did this sucka...
Hale traced Ryan's
credit card there.
"Stonemont Creek Inn".
Road trip
to The Falls.
Yeah, we'd better find her,
so I can kill her!
Mr. Lambert,
I am at your service.
It's a spiritual
crisis, Brother.
There's a woman here
making a very big mistake.
Uh huh, then
we'll correct her.
As my associate would have
told you I'm prepared
to make this
worth your while.
♪
She recognizes you.
You dunked her
the first time.
It was self-defense,
Mr. Lambert--
It was the best thing
that ever happened to me.
Do it again,
this time make it last.
♪
So you knew Petros
before he killed himself.
What about Cybelle?
Cybelle?
A sad lady, really.
She felt she had no
future, no job, no life.
She was poisoned.
She took pills.
It's different.
Kenzi--
Called eight times.
What the hell?
Is she the one that
broke your heart?
And someone named Trick
has called seven times.
Sounds like a pet
name for a prostitute.
Someone you call late at
night when the silence
is too much and
the lone wolf needs
to empty his soul
into someone.
Temper, Detective--
Why do Kenzi and
Trick bother you so much?
They're clearly not
important to you,
or you'd answer
their calls.
I'm busy working.
Oh, talkin' to one
piddling underFae.
Are you so self-absorbed
that you haven't a moment
for your loved ones?
What if they needed you?
What if they're about to
breathe their last breaths,
and you can't see
past your own ass
long enough to help them.
Or is that what you do?
So unfeeling...
hurting those you love
every chance you get--
I don't love anyone!
Then what's the
point of living?
Ha ha. You poor
pathetic animal--
You! Don't!
Know me.
Don't I?
I think you're the one
who doesn't know himself.
Why do you exist?
What's the point
of you?
♪
Concierge said they're in
the Hummingbird Room.
Don't panic,
she also said
there was a wedding
dress involved.
Oh, no--
Yeah!
I just think they should
get a quickie divorce
with their quickie
wedding.
Fae don't
believe in divorce.
Not for the first
thousand years.
What?!
What, like it's so
wrong to expect people
to give it a real shot?!
Here, before the moon
and stars, and great gods-
Stop the insanity!
Don't stop--
One million dollars.
Don't stop.
In the name of Clan Fin Arvin,
I declare an objection!
Yes!
You are combined as
husband and wife.
No, no, no--
Now, kiss and love
with great joy.
♪
I present,
Mrs. Ryan Lambert!
Okay,
Clan Fin Arvin fail!
There's gotta be
a loophole!
One thousand
years, Trick!
One thousand years
of marriage to an over-sexed,
goofy-haired, seven-year-old
boy! Okay?!
She doesn't have
the ring on yet.
The ring's compulsory.
You get the bride,
I'll get the bling. Go!
Go!
Hey!
She's mine!
Ahhh!
I had her first!
Bo, it's me--
Pets can't
marry their owners!
Flowers. Really.
Ugh!!!
Bo, it's Trick--
Drink this.
It's okay.
♪
It'll make you
feel better, love.
It'll make this
all better.
Bo?
Trick?
Trick!
Gimme the ring.
No.
Ugh!
Good one.
Who was
the water guy?!
Brother Doug.
An Addonc.
Total brainwashing.
You thought it would be
fun to get on a plane
with Ry-ry and marry
his creepy self.
But we stopped it
before it became official.
Wow, good day
at the office, guys.
You look really
beautiful, Bo.
Oh--
I never really thought
I'd pick this
giant, puffy,
marshmallow dress.
Me neither
but it totally works!
I know, right?!
Okay, we need
to get some more
fancy fix-up water
for groom-bot here.
I just don't get it,
I mean,
we don't even
like each other.
Although, I, uh,
I did call him.
To heal.
What?
Yeah--
Okay, it's
all becoming clear.
We're gonna need candles,
white cloth, and Kenzi.
If I had everything
you had as a proper Fae,
I'd be happy.
I'd enjoy life.
Those of you in
the master class,
moving amongst humans
as though you were men.
I am a man!
And a wolf. I live
in both worlds.
That's your problem.
You're not a man
or wolf.
You think you fit in both worlds
but you don't fit in either.
You have no idea what
you're talking about.
Of course I do.
You just can't
bear hearing it.
You're a lost soul,
searching for an identity,
searching for something
to hold onto
but everything you
touch turns to dust.
Stop--
Stop talking!
You're afloat in a
sea of self doubt
without a life
preserver in sight.
You're tired.
Dyson, you're tired,
and defeated.
Life without love's
become unbearable.
Stop it!
Not worth living.
Wouldn't you agree?
Save your friends
the pain of betrayal,
of their love for you.
Go on...
five pounds of
pressure on the trigger
and all your misery
will simply go away.
It's time to put
it all behind you.
You're a failure as a man,
and you're a failure as a wolf.
I am still a wolf.
This is what you did
to them, isn't it?
This is how
you killed them?
I only held up a mirror and
showed them the ugly truth,
just like I'm
doing with you.
The only ugly
thing here is you.
You're empty,
and you're alone.
The only joy you get is from
causing misery to real Fae.
I am a real Fae!
No!
You hate yourself!
And you prey on the
weakness of your masters.
You think that if you can,
rise above them
for a moment it will mean
you're not a, sad and--
unwanted,
pathetic abomination.
I've killed dozens
of you with little more
than my intellect,
you're NOT better than me!
I don't think I am.
♪
But I do think I just
got a confession.
You didn't win,
Detective.
You've only prolonged
the inevitable.
When you take your life,
the victory'll be mine!
Detective!!!
I'm still
in your mind!
♪
Make a tiny incision
on his wrist.
Just a tiny one?
Tiny!
I don't know why I'm the right
person for the job here.
It doesn't matter why,
just be careful,
you might feel
a little faint.
Ugh, fainting
is for wimps!
Now--
With harm to none,
thy will be done.
With harm to none,
thy will be done.
The wrist I cleave,
and the other leave.
The wrist I cleave
and the other leave.
Thou cannot
harm him, Bo.
Thou cannot
harm him, Bo?
Wait, what'd I do?
Shh!
Headrush...
Headrush!
There she goes--
Oh! Ah!
I thought I was dreaming but
you are wearing a white dress.
Actually, it's champagne.
We almost got married.
I need a whiskey.
And a beer,
with a side of strippers.
Is she okay?
She'll be fine in
a couple minutes.
For the record!
I was out
of my mind, too.
Sure you were...
What happened to us?
An Addonc.
Well, for me anyway.
Something else
happened to you,
which I am dying
to hear about.
Oh!
That's my bad!
I was with this
Huldra last night.
Sonja--
And that's when you
called for your little
emergency service call and oh
god she went totally ballistic
and crazy jealous and
she has been known to...
melt portions
of people's brain
to control her enemies,
you know, so...
That must be it.
Did I catch the bouquet?
Hey-- Here.
Here--
Come on--
I'm gonna have us
flown back
and we'll go kick some
Addonc's ass.
Well, that's exactly
what I was going to do.
One more beating,
for old time's sake?
Deal.
Deal.
Let's go.
Wow--
A generous donor,
has enabled our mission
to work in
the Turks and Caicos,
so, quickly,
we will pack up--
Not so fast, Dougy.
Mr. Lambert!
What a pleasure.
I want my money back.
In the words
of our Lord...
no.
We can, however,
provide you
with a baptism
for your generosity.
That's a very
generous offer--
Bring it in, folks!
Refreshing taste
of Mnemosyne!
A zero calorie
mind-altering beverage.
Breath deeply--
No!
No, you can't!
Prepare to lose
your religion.
He broke the mold
when he made you.
Sit down!
While I call
my friend, The Ash.
Hey!
Nice work.
Huh?
You, too.
It almost makes me sad
we don't get to do it again.
Well-- It had
to end eventually.
Oil and water.
Mmmhmm--
Will you, um--
Will you still wear that
bracelet that I gave you?
Wow, that is strangely
sentimental of you--
It's got a chip in it,
it'll warn me when
you're within fifty feet.
Oh--
I walk the other way,
I won't be tempted.
Good plan.
Goodbye, Ryan.
Bye, beautiful.
♪
♪
I can't believe you lied
to me about Ryan.
Kenzi, I know.
Okay? I'm sorry!
Verbal apology number 84
if you're keeping track.
You know, if you woulda
told me the truth
then maybe I coulda
found you earlier.
I know.
I'm sorry, Kenzi.
Verbal apology number 85,
for the folks at home.
You really shouldn't fib to
people who are close to you.
Especially when you expect them
to be your maid of honour.
When it's for realz,
you know?
Back in two shakes.
How's your beer?
Is it cold enough?
Been having a little bit
of trouble with the taps.
Did you hear what
Kenzi just said?
About lying to the people
that are closest to us?
I heard.
I don't think
that Ryan's girlfriend
melted his
prefrontal cortex.
I think that
I bled on him.
Happens, you've
bled on people before.
Yeah, but this is the first
time that one of them
went all ga-ga and
started stalking me.
Something was different.
He was acting like,
like one of Aife's--
my mom's,
Chippendale boy-toys.
Perish the thought--
I just thought that
you might know more.
As a man who can control
destiny with his blood,
and who knew right away
how to bring Ryan back.
Are you asking me
something?
Not yet.
We have to focus
on the battle ahead.
But when I ask you
the questions that I have--
I am gonna
want answers.
Real.
Honest.
Answers.
Message received.
Loud and clear.
♪