Lost Girl (2010–2016): Season 2, Episode 4 - Mirror, Mirror - full transcript

Oh my God Dyson.
I love your pelt.

Maybe she'll turn
him into a coat.

Maybe he'll
give her rabies.

I need another drink.
No maybes about it.

Ladies!
Didn't see you come in.

Hey Trick, another
ale for my partner,

and a Sex on the Beach
for the blonde.

How original.

Your boy seem
jolly tonight.

Skank magnet!

He's earned it.



We've been beating
our heads against this

massive Organized
Crime case.

Now Dyson's convinced
a mob mistress

to testify against
her boyfriend.

Girlfriend must have
a death wish.

Try a massive crush
on Dyson.

I'm good, but I swear,
he could charm

his way into the
Queen Mum's panties.

Once he's done
with the waitress's.

Oh!
Guys, relax--

Me and Dyson --
it's cool.

I can handle it.

Bo,
I am so proud of--

Ugh!



SO can't handle it.

Flaming tequila,
crumbly old book?

Not a great combo,
drunky.

I'm not drunk,
I'm coping.

Trick's gonna kill you
for swiping that.

Oh no,
what's he gonna do?

Revoke my Fae
library privileges?

Ugh--

Here's one:
the Festering Hex.

We cast this on Dyson
we can make it fall off.

To his wang!
May it rest in piece.

We hit him
with the old

Bob Barker special
then hit his waitress with--

A bad case
of "Toadstool-itis".

That can't be
a real thing.

It is, and it
might be tricky.

How much Eye of Newt
would you say we're packing?

Besides, it's not
the waitress' fault!

I mean,
Hale's right.

Dyson can
be mighty convincing.

With the right spell, he can
be completely neutered.

Yeah!

Right there!

Know what
we should do?

What?

We should invoke
Baba Yaga.

Baba-what-now?

Baba Yaga.

Every young
Russian devotchka's

taught old witch
who lives deep woods,

in a cottage
made of bones.

Sounds kinda drafty.

The bones
of young girls

who don't do
what they're told.

Oh my-- You are scared
of this Baba Gaga.

Baba Yaga, and
yeah she's horrible!

Horrible--

But she'll occasionally
help chicks get revenge

on a dude
who's wronged them.

Uh??

Okay,
I'm listening--

You get a mirror,
say her name three times,

tell her the name of
the dude you want cursed--

Bye bye wolf junk?

Perhaps we're
concentrating too much

on Dyson's
genital region.

No, no--
We can't curse Dyson.

He sacrificed
his love for me

to save my life.
Deep down,

we know
he's all noble.

He was noble back then,
but now he's all dink.

We're the good guys!

We take the high road
that's what we do.

So no Baby Yoda!

Baba Yaga.

Whatever!
No curses.

Even if seeing Dyson
with someone else --

or a bunch of someone
elses hurts like hell.

And it does.

Good night.

Bye.

Drink up.

Hey!

Baba Yaga.

Baba Yaga.

Because he thinks
he's it,

but he's just shit.

Make him know what
it's like to feel rejected.

To be hated.

This is my
vengeance plea.

Hear me
Baba Yaga!

Whatever you're
doing in there,

my impending
hangover and I

request that you
please shut it!

Okay--

Whatevs.

That was stupid--

As...you...wish.

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

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

My love carries
a death sentence.

I was lost for years.

Searching while hiding.

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

I won't hide anymore.

I will live
the life I choose.

Kenzi!!!

Kenzi!!!

Ahhhh, I'm up!

Ugh!

Awwww!
I'm up--

Ugh---

How long has that stain
been on the ceiling?

Also--
OW!!!

What is
with the bathroom?

The mirror is
completely shattered.

How do you know
it was moi?

Why do I taste
like shampoo?

What did we get up
to last night?

This is what happens
when we buy

"wine" from
the bargain bin.

Crappy merlot might
explain the mutual amnesia.

But what about
the itchy scab?

Were we loaded enough
to hit a tattoo joint?

Tramp stamps
are so 2005.

No, it's not
a tat--

Whatever it is, it's
burned into my skin.

What the Fae?

Gloria--

Whenever you're feeling
guilty remember how it felt

every time Alberto
slept with your sister.

You remember that.

I promised,
I'm not gonna let him

hurt you
ever again.

Okay, deposition's
in two days.

I'll see you then
take it easy.

Gloria
getting cold feet?

She's still gonna
testify that her boyfriend

authorized the hit
on Capalucci.

Mr. Alberto Rose is
gonna have to find

himself a new plaything
on the inside.

I must admit it.

You could talk a Nun
into a threeway.

Ah, the Crusades.
Good times.

Just wish you wouldn't flaunt
your skills in front of Bo.

Excuse me?

Come on,
she's my friend, too.

I want us all
to hang sometimes

without the
awkwardness.

So what,

you want me to pretend
I'm not seeing other women?

Let her think
she's still got a shot?

It's called subtlety.

I prefer honesty.

Honestly you're a pig
you even smell like one!

Oh!

Some women are immune
to the Wolf, wow!

Does that hurt?

It itches!

Definitely
not a tattoo.

Definitely mystical.

My face would love
to hear your theories

once you're done
consulting my butt.

No need
to feel self-conscious.

Just think of me
as a doctor.

A centuries old,
bartending butt-doctor?

Almost like
a letter, right?

Y'all got some
secret Fae alphabet

we don't know
about?

You should see
our Fae Sesame Street.

that would be awesome.

But you're right.

It's an initial,
signature of some kind.

So, Bo--

What have you been up
to lately, Fae-wise?

Mostly just trying to stay
off Lachlan's radar.

Ugh!

Have you dined
with any herbalists?

Met with any
mer-folk?

Qu-est que huh?

Have you--

communed with any
particularly unusual Fae?

Uh,
hold up!

Are you saying Bo
might have a Fae STD??

A what?

Baba Yaga?

Tell me you didn't
invoke her?

Baba Yaga--

The Baba Yaga you were
talking about last night?

That was
just talk, right?

Baba Yaga is real?

And she's marked
Bo as her own.

Oh, Kenzi--

What did you do?

Okay, so a couple
of hookers spit at you.

A couple?!
Try five, man!

Okay five, alright,
let me help you out--

Oh, damn
here comes six!

OH!!!

Calm down!

Careful I might
enjoy this--

Uh, thank God!

I've been waiting
an hour to someone

about the street racing
in my neighbourhood!

Ma'am I will get an officer
to deal with that,

just please wait--

All of you think
you own the road

just 'cuz you have
a penis!

Ugh!

She must've
been drunk.

No! There was no
alcohol on her breath

and she didn't freak out
til I got in the room.

That's why the Unions
arrested her.

She'll undergo
a psych evaluation.

I don't get this--
Everywhere I go today

women are
freaking out on me!

Well now you're
among friends.

And I need a pint,
where the hell is Trick?

Oh well,
there's your girl--

Audrey,
can I get a pint--

What you can do
is kiss my black ass!

Sorry?

Sorry won't stop you
breaking my heart,

I see the way you look
at other women!

There must've been some
sort of misunderstanding--

--this is for womankind,
and this is for me!

Hey alright!

Yeah!

Get off me!
Leave me alone!

When I found out
about the Fae

I knew that had
to mean Sasquatch

and the Lochness
Monster

and Little Miss
Piggy all existed

but Baba Yaga can't,
ok? She Can't!

Kenzi, fess up!

Why did you sick
Baba Yaga on me?!

I didn't,
I wouldn't!

I can't remember
WHAT I did!

The mark on my back,
the shattered mirror?

It all makes sense!

It doesn't
make any sense!

Okay, okay--

Last thing I remember,
we were bitching about--

Him!

What?

I'm gonna
kill you!!!

Come on--

Oh Shazzbot--

Just chill!

Whoa, whoa, whoa--
Hey, hey--

Hey...
There you go.

I'm gonna
kill him.

Oh, I been there,
sister.

I'm gonna
kill him.

You're fine.

I want
to kill him--

I got this.

Yeah,
I got this.

Yeah walk away.

Bo, what the hell
is going on?

Dyson,
that mark.

We've been
cursed.

Cursed?

By Kenzi!

Ta da...

♪

No, it tickles.

Okay! I get it,
you're pissed.

You know, I understand
you hate me right now,

but you put
a curse on me?!

What are you?!
Fourteen?!

Again, it wasn't me!
It was Baba Yaga!

Via Kenzi!

Who does whatever she
thinks you want her to do!

Hey!
Not fair, man.

Why would I want to even
bother to curse you!

Far as I'm concerned,
you and I are done!

Apparently not.

I knew you were sensitive,
I didn't think

you were
obsessive.

Wow. You are really
hateable right now.

This is great Kenzi,
thanks so much.

What's the deal with this
Baba Yaga chick anyway?

She's a hideous witch
who helps young

Slavic women
take revenge

on the men who've
wronged her.

And she feasts on girls
who don't behave.

Or so Moms used
to tell me.

And she's supposed
to be a MYTH!

When you gonna stop
messing with things

you don't
understand?

You're so
bloody human!

Kenzi must've invoked
the curse on Dyson --

a curse that
makes all women

despise him --
in Bo's name.

Hence the shared mark
on both your skin.

I didn't ask
for this.

But on some level
you wanted it.

Baba Yaga only grants
pleas when there's

an intense emotional
connection between

the wounded party
and her, um, target.

Trick--

You gotta
help us.

Out of the question.

Baba Yaga dwells
in her own realm.

A place other Fae
can't interfere with,

let alone enter.
Even if I could, I can't.

That witch is--

One serious slice
of harsh?

You have no idea.

So what am I
supposed to do?

You're gonna
fix it!

Now!

You back off or I will
dropkick you

into a women's
studies conference.

Okay I did it,
I'll fix it.

How you
gonna do that?

About Dyson,
back there.

He didn't
really mean it.

Of course he did.
And drunk or not

so did I,
when I cursed him.

When Dyson
left you

it wasn't just
your heart he broke.

Well he still doesn't
deserve this.

Neither do I!

Having to visit
Aunt Ludmila?

What like,
your Aunt-Aunt?

Yep yep.

Chiquita -- you're
about to see why.

The good news is,
your ancestors are

looking out
for you.

I see love.

Oh, riches.

This from a woman
who lives in a trailer.

Take number
please--

You want
to be a rich man?

You must inhabit body
of a rich man.

Hmmm?

You act cheap,
you die cheap.

Well,
if you insist--

May your stars align,
until next time!

And you!

Know better than
to interrupt me

when I'm with client,
AND you haven't called

in two months,
AND get over here

so I can give you
great big hug!

You too
Kenzi friend.

Come come!

This is torture--

Oh!!!

Kenzi,
our youngest cousin.

So beloved!

So cute!

To think you were
once more wee.

But such
an imagination.

Always with the crying
and the hiding

and the bed-wetting.

Well my step dad
taught me

real life is scarier
than any fairy tale.

He was
a bit strict.

A bit? He'd lock me
in the closet

if I laughed
too loud.

So--

I know you don't visit
from kindness of your heart.

What do need?
Fake passport?

Place to hide?
What?

We need to reverse
a Baba Yaga curse.

Is April Fools
joke, no?

Here's hoping
Dyson sees it that way.

Why the hell'd they
move this deposition up?

It wasn't supposed
to be 'til tomorrow.

She's probably
just nervous.

I can't handle any more
psycho-chicks today.

Dyson!
You're here!

Hey Gloria--

I gotta lay low,
alright?

Wait 'til Kenzi and Bo
remove this curse.

Organized Crime put
in over 800 man hours

on this case, got nothing.
Then we cracked it.

So, you gotta
be there.

Have you not
noticed how chicks

are responding
to me today?

She loves you.

And she's our only chance
to nail the Rose Family.

You got my back,
right?

Try to stay
downwind.

Girls.
There is no Baba Yaga.

Like there is no Santa Claus
or an honest Ukrainian.

My charming fam?
Also a wee bit racist.

You know what else aren't
supposed to exist?

Succubi.

Making out with my peeps
to prove a point?

Totally gross!

What demon
are you?

She's a lambchop
compared to the hag

in the mirror.
Okay, show her--

Blya--

I know how to summon
the Baba in theory...

It's time to put that
theory to the test.

Miss Chanel--

Just to clarify,
before we start taping:

You're willing to go on record
as Alberto's girlfriend?

I guess.

Okay.

I mean--

Detective Dyson
told me I should.

Good, great--
And you'll testify

that your ex-boyfriend
ordered the hit

on the boss
of the Rose family?

He did a lot
of terrible things.

Guys do.

Oh, shite--

Would you want
some coffee--

Isn't that
just like a man?

To tell you
he'll protect you,

then show up late
for your deposition!

And abandon you!

Dyson, you son
of a bitch!

I'll kill you!

Whoa, whoa--

Dyson, get back here
right now!!!

I am ready
to summon Baba Yaga.

What's that?

It protects the wearer
from the witch.

Where's ours?

I only have the one--
Moving on.

Oh lordy--

Oh, sweet,
sweet Susan--

I'm so scared,
I can't even swear right now.

I think
I might vom.

It is an old lady
in a mirror.

No! Baba Yaga is
the monster who haunted

my childhood
nightmares.

Did I mention
the vom?

You're scared.
I'm scared.

So we'll be
scared together.

Okay?
Like always.

Okay.

Okay.

Mee vizev-ay-em
te-beh-ah

ve-eed-mah
lez-oh-ov

Mee vizev-ay-em
te-beh-ah

ve-eed-mah
lez-oh-ov

Mee vizev-ay-em
te-beh-ah

ve-eed-mah lez-oh-ov

Obosratsya--

Then you best be
wearing a diaper.

Mee vizev-ay-em
te-beh-ah

ve-eed-mah
lez-oh-ov

Kenzi??

Hush, demon--

We need her
in a trance.

Baba Yaga,
Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga.

Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga,
Baba Yaga--

I seek vengeance
in Bo's name.

On the one
called Dyson.

And I made good
on the plea.

Baba Yaga?

Yeah, hi.

The curse on Dyson
was invoked in my name,

but not with my permission.
I want it gone.

I can remove
the affliction.

Great.

In exchange
for the Succubus

in whose name
it was made.

What?

Ugh!

Ludmila!

Ludmilla!

Bo!!! No, no!

I'm the one
that invoked the curse!

I'm the one
that should pay!

Kenzi, no!

I was
hoping you'd say that.

I have no need
for a Succubus.

But a nubile
young girl?

Kenzi?

Kenzi!!!

♪

Bo?

Aunt Ludmila?

Baba Yaga?

M-Ms. Yaga?

Oh God--

Bone collection
on display--

Oh, scary Russian
farm tools--

Normal
skeleton sheik--

Bo!

Bo, can you
hear me??

Do not be scared.

You are not alone.

Who are you?

We came
through mirror.

Like you.
We are hers.

No, no, no
oh no waysies-

We gotta
get out of here--

Before
she gets back--

Open!

There's gotta be
a way out--

Better see
to your chores.

Chores?!

Yes, insane Martha Stewart!
That is definitely

what we should be
worrying about.

Baba Yaga--

Don't say her name.

You really don't want
to draw attention

to yourself
in this place.

C'mon--

Help us prepare
to the feast.

Bo, I don't know
where I am.

So how will you?

Oh!
Ludmila!

Ludmila!
Wake up!

We have to get Kenzi back
from Baba Yaga!

Kenzi, sweetie,
is not possible--!

You have to send me
through the mirror!

It's broken.

So we get
a new one!

Is not so simple--

Okay--

Okay...

Oh God,
oh God--

Baba Yaga doesn't
live in our world.

And she has
very specific rules

of who she
invites into hers.

I generally don't give
a rat's ass about rules.

Some Fae are so
territorial, they don't

let other Fae
cross their boundaries.

Dyson, this THING
took Kenzi!

Stupid, stubborn,
human Kenzi!

If you don't help me
get her back, I'm gonna

make this curse look like
a teddy bear's picnic!

Of course I'll help.
I'm still me.

Yeah?
Sometimes I wonder.

Baba Yaga isn't
gonna kill Kenzi,

not right away,
at least--

She's gonna want
to fatten her up first.

Lucky for us,
that could take a while.

Hardly comforting!

Dyson:
It's all we've got--

Trick we gotta
move on this!

I can't help you.

But there is
another way.

It's just really
dangerous, Bo.

It's Kenzi.

Then you better learn
to love the taste of crow.

Come on--

So, when do we all
get to go home?

♪

Where is...you know
who...anyway?

Mama said the witch
stalks the underworld,

making sure the souls
of the dead are not reborn.

Okay--

Yeah, someone should
really tell B.Y.

These things come
in frozen french fry form!

What good
Russian girl

doesn't know how
to peel a potato?

If I was 'good',
I wouldn't be here.

Hi, I'm Elena.

Kenzi--

Love your top,
it's super groovy.

So, who
was yours?

The boy
you cursed?

He wasn't
so much a boy

as a horny,
hairy headcase.

And he
wasn't 'mine'.

Sam wasn't
'mine' either.

He ditched me
for my best friend.

Which is why
I put a curse on him.

He almost died.

I'm sorry.

I was too.

So I begged her
to lift the curse.

Which she did,

in exchange
for my lifelong servitude.

But you look so young,
and your clothes.

The Fiddler on the Roof
reject over there:

how long have you guys
been here for??

Long enough to have seen
some terrible things.

You think it's
gonna get easier,

but it never does.

Hey--
What's back there?

It's off limits.

♪

AHHHHHHHH!

Ahhhhhhhh!

Holy potato!!!
What the crap is that??!

The Domovoi.
He's her guard...thing.

Ugh, uh, ahhhh!

What exactly
is he guarding?

That's all there is
to tell, Lachlan!

I mean-- Ash.
The Ash.

I was thinking
of brightening up this place.

Take away the gloom.

Maybe get rid
of the throne?

Yes or no?

Please!

Baba Yaga has
your human so what?

Her name is Kenzi.

If someone snatched my pet,
I'd just get a new one.

Mind you, I am growing
fond of my human doctor.

And her name is
Lauren, you bastard--

Bo--

No! Can you
help me or not?!

It's tricky, but yeah
there's a shortcut.

I could sneak you into
Baba Yaga's cottage.

why would I do that?

Because I've reconsidered
your proposition.

To freelance for you
and the Light.

As long as I can get
Kenzi home alive.

I hoped you'd
come around.

And to think, all it took
was some persuasion

from the Russian hag.

Remind me to send
Babs a fruit basket.

Wait there. You'll
get what you need.

Oh, and if you
make it through this

we can talk about the
terms of our arrangement.

If?

It all depends on how long
you can hold your breath.

Elena-

Why are we
just sitting here?

We should be trying
to escape!

Shh! It is time
for the feast.

I'm hungry and everything,
but a feast?

Here?
This is insane.

This meal
is not for us.

We make do
with slop.

Delicious slop?

Quiet!

She's back--

♪

What's
with the sack?

Whoever picks
the black marble leaves.

You mean a chance
to get out of here?

♪

What's going on?

What's going on
Elena?

She's not 'leaving'
leaving, is she?

Just be thankful
it's not you.

♪

Elena! Don't do this
you can fight!

It's okay,
really--

I'm so tired.

No--

At least now
I'll be free.

♪

You dare
to look at me girl?

Let me show you
how I treat my pets.

Domovoi?
Come on--

Here get it,
yeah it's good.

It's good
come on--

Like I would feed

such an ungrateful
creature as you!

That bite you gave me
last week still throbs.

You will find time moves
very slowly here, girl.

Now--

Clean up this,
Elena.

If I'm gonna do the time,
then why not the crime--

Something's
jammed in the--

OW!
Something bit me!

I've already forgotten
your name.

But for this, I will
call you dessert.

Ahhhhhhhh!

My, my--

Look who's slithered
back into my pipes.

I thought this curse
was over.

Look, nymph, you just
think you hate me.

I'm under a curse--

The curse of not
calling me back?

Tulliver's New
Year's Eve Party?

You,
me the hot tub?

Chloe--

I apologize.

Are you
his latest?

Another former.

Well you dodged
a bullet there.

Or something that
requires ointment.

What is this
about a curse?

My friend
has been taken.

By Baba Yaga.

I need your help
to enter her world.

I don't assist
on suicide missions.

Even under
official orders?

I was just joking,
I swear!

Haven't you ever
played a rousing game

of Frying-
Pan-to-the-Head?

You're so bony
I'll put you in a pie!

Ahhhhhhhhh!

Quiet!!!

Talk about ironic.
You're about to eat

one of the best
animal trainers in town!

Do you take me
for a fool, Dessert?

Why else would
the Succubus keep

a dirty human
like me around?

You should see what
I did with her Corgi.

House beastie etiquette
is my specialty!

Give me a week
with your Domovoi

and I guarantee he'll
never growl or bite again.

Considering you already
have a door with teeth--

You have
two hours.

Perf. But I'm gonna
need a few things:

Um, a switch
from a willow tree,

a bell from
a Highland Cow

and, uh bones from
a goat born on a Sunday.

When I return with these
items it will be done!

Or else.

Pie a la me, you got it.
No worries!

I'll turn your Cujo
into a Benji!

Oh my God--

So...that happened.

I've heard
about you.

Your powers won't help,
you won't survive

the trip
to Baba Yaga's realm.

I think you're
underestimating

how determined
Bo can be.

I'm going after Baba Yaga
or I'll die trying.

I have an official
decree from the Ash.

Of course if you're
willing to defy him

that is up to you.

Oh, what the hey.

It'll be
a nice change from

cleaning the drains
around here.

So how
does this work?

Mirrors and water
sources are portals

to the witch's realm.

I'm the gatekeeper
to the local water portals.

Great!
Where do we do this?

Lap pool?
Obnoxious fountain?

Easy there,
Little Mermaid.

The process of 'crossing over'
can be pretty gruesome.

We better find a more
private portal.

Are you crazy?

The witch will know
things have been disturbed!

Then we will all
be punished!

Mind your own
babka!

Okay, not one of you
lifted a finger

when Baba
was eating Elena!

Neither did you.

Well I guess
we've confirmed

it's every girl
for herself.

I'm really more
of a cat person.

Here, boy--

I'm sorry Elena.

Who's a good
Domovoi?

Who's a good
Kenzi?

Mirror, mirror
on the wall.

Time to bust
this bitch's balls.

Take me home!

Home!!!

Home!
Take me home!

Home!!!

Any of you know how
to make this thing work?

Bo!

Trying to give me
hypothermia?

The cold will
slow your heartbeat.

You have to be unconscious
to enter Baba Yaga's world.

And here I was worried
I might catch the sniffles.

It's impossible to keep
oneself under water.

The water will
enter your lungs.

Someone's going
to have to hold you under.

I'll be using
all my strength

to hold this
portal open.

No matter what's gone
down between us,

I trust you absolutely.

That's kind
of my curse.

I'll give you as much time
on the other side as I can.

When I was six I almost
drowned in Lake Miniwappo.

This won't be fun.

Come on Bo,
let go.

Lake Miniwappo--

Bo!

Bo, oh my god,
you came, hi!

This place is Hansel and
Gretel meets Hannibal Lecter.

Seriously, I missed
you so much.

Buckle up.
We're leaving.

But there's a Fae-beast-man
and the front door has--

Who dares to enter
my domain, uninvited?

Don't worry, I brought
a house-warming gift.

Ugh!

You're in my world
now, succubus.

You're here without
my permission

so your powers
are null!

Bo!

Bo, wake up!

Son of a Baba,
that bitch is strong!

What happened?
Where's Kenzi?

Put me back!

You can't deprive
your body of oxygen.

Even Fae need
to breathe,

there's no guarantee
we can revive you--

I've lost you.

I've probably
lost Lauren, too.

I will not lose Kenzi!

Go, go!!!

Bo!
She's coming back!

If the Succubus is
that interested in staying,

I can
accommodate that.

Say, in a nice
rose sauce?

I'm more
of a marinara gal.

Get out
of here Kenzi!

And how do you think
she's going to do that?

With this!

The mirror!
That is mine!

Oh it doesn't seem
to be working!

Stop!
You'll break it.

You'll destroy the only way
yuo have of getting home!

And the direct route
to your food supply.

We make
a covenant.

You and the Succubus
can go back.

I get to keep
the mirror.

Just look in the mirror
and picture home.

What about the others?

These girls come
from different times,

different places.
They can't all go back!

Like hell they can't!

No!
Ahhhhhhhhh!

Take this
and think of home!

Ahhhhhhhh!

Take this
and think of home!

Take this
and think of home!

But it's
the last piece!

That's my best friend.
I won't leave without her.

Go--

Thank you.

You!

Bo. Bo get up!

If you hold her
under much longer,

you're gonna hurt her.

I pull her out too soon
she's gonna hurt me.

Dyson she's dying.

You!

I remember
your name.

I used to watch you
as a little girl!

Kenzi.

Come on Bo!

No pulse!

You were petrified
of me.

But there was someone else
who scared you more.

Your Step Father!

I said, be quiet!

I would watch you
in the mirror.

You'd say my name
once... twice.

And I'd wait,
in the shadows.

But you never had the guts
to speak it a third time.

To actually summon
me to destroy

the man who was
making your life miserable.

Well I'm not that
scared girl anymore!

Thanks to her!

Considering how
much you've grown,

it's almost a shame
I'm going to eat you.

You must pay
for what you've done!

Ahhhhhhhhh!

Ahhh!
Ahhhhhhhh!

I told you I was good
with pets.

Bo!

Dyson stop it,
she's not coming back.

Come on Bo!

Oh my God Bo!

She wouldn't leave
without you.

Bo...

Hi--

Hi--

From now on,
I'm sticking with showers.

Good idea.

Thank you.

Your testimony's gonna
make it possible

to put away Alberto Rose
for a long time.

And, uh, by the way,
help me keep my job.

And in return you promise
that you'll keep me safe.

I will personally
drop you off

to your witness
protection.

Is this because I got
a little temperamental

with you yesterday?

Just saying goodbye.
Doing my job.

Dyson--

Do you always have
to be such a heart breaker?

Another shot?

Chased by a delicious
pickle of course!

I can't believe you're
up for more drinking.

I always drink
after a barbecue.

Well I'm glad to see
you so happy.

But the next time
you're not:

no more invocations.

I hereby
pinkie-swear.

Mostly 'cause
they're expensive.

Aunt Ludmila's
invoice.

So much for
the family discount.

$300?

Speaking of family.
Your stepfather?

He didn't hurt me,
hurt me or anything.

And whatever it was
a long time ago.

So you faced your fear
and lived to tell the tale.

Ain't no thing,
but a chicken wing.

Only got scared
when I thought

I wouldn't
see you again.

Oh Kenzi, I'd never
give up on you.

I know.

Now promise me you won't
give up on yourself.

In Russian,
we have a saying:

"Dodna!"
To the bottom.

Of the glass,
yes--

But also
you can fight, Bo.

Fight for Dyson.

Fight for Lauren.

Fight for what
makes you happy.

To the bottom.

To my bestie.

May the only thing
she ever sees

in the mirror be her own
beautiful reflection.

Da. 'Cause
that girl is smokin'!

Oh yes!

So smoking,
no seriously...

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