Lost Girl (2010–2016): Season 2, Episode 9 - Original Skin - full transcript
Kenzi and Bo's night out on the town leads to a series of potentially-deadly out of body experiences when an escaped Dark Fae madman poisons the beer kegs.
♪
I am so jealous
of my feet.
♪
I had these puppies on
layaway for three months!
Uh huh--
Resss-straint!
Yay...Kenzi.
Super-yay.
Of course, if I was you I
would have just succubus-ed
the face off
fifty shoe clerks
and marched these
babies right home.
Good thing
you're not me.
Yeah, that's
right nerd-ling--
Hey!
Yoink!
"Life, Not Love: Learning
to Like Yourself Alone"?
Dude, no!
This is how
it all starts.
Hey, there is nothing wrong
with a little TLC for the soul.
Whoa, you did not just
use "TLC" in a sentence.
WE are going out.
A, we cannot deny
the world the chance
to witness my stems
in these kicks--
Oh, you're
such a giver.
And B, we have
been working SO hard.
You got up at noon and
then took a two o'clock nap!
It could be my,
my, my birthday,
Christmas, Passover
gift all rolled into one!
Please??
Bo--
We need this.
The idea of running
into Dyson with Ciara?
It's like the bar is
suddenly enemy territory.
No.
It is OUR bar, that is why
you can't give up so easy.
Though tonight, you like
to party among the hostiles--
In disguise.
Sexy biker chick.
Go as
someone else?
Preferably a girl
who would recycle this.
What the hell.
♪
What the hell?!
Well, I guess bingo night's
turned out to be a real hoot.
Oh, come on!
Uhhhhh--
Act cool.
Wow--
What's with
the new look?
And the "you gotta pay
for this" vibe?
Not that
I don't love it.
Nice kicks, Kenz--
Dyson, we're up--
At least the worst part
is behind us.
You could say that.
Bo--
Lauren--
Stay strong,
I'll get us a pitcher--
Each--
♪
Life is hard when
you don't know who you are.
It's harder when you
don't know what you are.
My love carries
a death sentence.
I was lost for years.
Searching while hiding.
Only to find that I belonged
to a world hidden from humans.
I won't hide anymore.
I will live
the life I choose.
I, uh--
I can't believe
you're here.
I can't believe
how good you look.
Sorry--
Sometimes my--
Words and my
thoughts don't--
Yeah--
It's nice you got a
hall pass for bingo night.
Yeah,
what's that about?
Anyway,
I can't stay for it,
I'm here on official
Ash business.
Well--
At least that's
what I told Lachlan.
The old your
mouth says one thing,
your lips say another.
Or, kiss another
as the case may be.
Sorry--
No, it's okay.
It was just--
It was weird, you kissing me
in front of Nadia.
No, I mean sorry,
I need to talk to Trick.
And I need
to murder Kenzi.
None of these books had
what I was looking for.
Did you try
Wikipedia?
You think
this is funny?
No, I think you look
like you needed a joke.
Maybe a beer.
What I need is information on
the darkest of the dark shamans
so that I can figure
out who cursed Nadia.
I'm scrounging up as
much research as I can.
But, witch doctors
are dangerous.
You should
tread lightly.
Yeah, I've tread lightly
for the past five years.
Now I'm serving
a man like Lachlan.
Lauren--
Sorry--
I haven't been
sleeping much.
Tell me about it.
With all the recent fighting
alienating all my clientele,
I thought a bingo
night would be fun.
Clearly I chose
the wrong kind of fun.
Two words, Trick:
Mechanical bull.
Incoming--
So!
So--
So, let's bench it.
What?
The awkward history.
Maybe we should
try being friends.
I mean,
really real friends.
What's in this?
It's me in this.
Dressing like someone
else makes me realize
how good
change can be.
Well, I--
I agree.
And I think it's lovely
that Detective Hale
has changed into
your ex-girlfriend.
So, is this
what you meant
by having a drink
with the boys?
Cause, I think I might
have a different meaning
for that phrase
across the pond.
Okay, then--
Sorry, Bo,
you've just, uh--
Stepped into an argument
that was cut short--
what?
an hour ago?
Ciara, why don't we just
go for a walk, please?
You see, I feel as though
I started reading this
wonderful novel, but the middle
section's been ripped out
and everyone around me
has had the luxury
of reading
those missing pages,
but nobody will
tell me what happened.
That's because there's
nothing important to tell.
Wait, what??
Gimme back my
friendship beer.
If there's nothing important
then why'd you clam up
when I asked about her
in that photograph?
And why does everybody hold
their breath and stare
every time you and I
are in the same room?
I didn't mean nothing.
I just mean
I can't talk about it,
I don't want
to talk about it.
What did you do
to him?
Excuse me?
Uh, your attention
please!
Ya'll having
a good time?
Excellent.
Because
nobody's leavin'.
Who are you?
Name's Woods.
I'm trackin' an
escaped mental patient,
calls hisself Reynard.
THE Reynard?
That's right.
The Dark
let him escape?
Uh huh.
And in honor of this terribly
embarrassing occasion,
I'm throwin' myself
a little shindig.
See if I can't round
me up some sociopath.
And all you fine
folks is invited.
It's not likely,
my friend--
You see this?
Oh--
Well, I raise you this--
Ahhhhhhh!
Stop!
This is a place
of sanctuary!
What the hell
was that?
Well now, let's just
call it a warning.
And a taste of what
I've wrapped around
this entire
establishment.
Whoever tries to leave here
before I get what I came for
does so with a blatant disregard
for their own well-being.
And potentially--
Their own life.
The man I'm lookin' for is
somewhere on these premises.
And I aim to find him.
If that lunatic is here,
we should evacuate the bar!
Why are you confining
my innocent patrons?!
Because Reynard could be
hidin' IN one of them.
And I let you talk me
into coming out tonight.
Great.
Placing a containment
field around the entire bar
It's a bit excessive,
don't you think?
Reynard escaped from a maximum
security Dark Fae facility.
Would you rather
I string up a velvet rope?
The Dark have
no authority here.
This is neutral territory.
There are exceptions
to the rules, old timer.
Namely, 84-B
of the Fae Code:
Regarding imminent risk
to the public safety.
Reynard is a demented
anarchist, Trick.
I know who he is.
I attended
his murder trial.
Then you know how
dangerous he can be.
I can't believe
you're supporting this!
I am tolerating this.
For now.
Reynard was under the care of
one heck of a psychiatrist.
During her treatments she
used to inject her patients
with her own blood.
She could literally
get under their skin,
enter their bodies
and feel their emotions.
A Gorgon.
Uh huh.
Yeah, and before he escaped
these wing-nut Reynard
strangled her, used
one of her syringes
to steal some
of her blood.
What do you think he's
planning to do with it?
What he always does--
Cause chaos.
♪
He's alive.
What happened
to him?
♪
We confirmed it.
Reynard's
poisoned the kegs.
Anyone who's had
some beer tonight,
has ingested
the Gorgon blood.
Could be worse.
Could have ingested
Trick's Crème de Squid.
That is not a thing.
So...all of us.
Except for me.
I wouldn't be caught
dead drinking that swill.
Sorry--
Barkeep humor.
Cute.
And since Reynard's
body's catatonic,
it's probable he also
ingested the blood.
Allowing him to transport
into someone else's skin.
Whose?
Well, it shouldn't be hard
for us to find the imposter.
We all know
each other well.
Actually, I wouldn't say
I know any of you very well.
Hi, I'm Bo.
I haven't picked a
side, yada-yada-yada--
Therefore, I'm not playing
this little game.
I'm leaving--
Uh uh--
That's impossible,
I'm afraid.
I also have to go,
I've only been given
two hours away from
the Ash's compound.
Hey guys, how would I know
if a dude was inside me?
Been a while?
Reynard's not
sharing a body.
He's taken it over.
Then where does the essence
from t original body go?
Sssssssss--
Somewhere
into the ether.
What was that?
Who are you?!
I'm pleased we're finally
able to meet like this.
Alone.
To talk.
I'm not much
for chit-chat.
You--
Welcome to Hamistagan.
English, please.
Welcome to...limbo.
Look for uncharacteristic
behavior in one another.
Reynard's an
excellent mimic,
but he can't fool
all ya'll.
Fine, let's do
this systematically.
Well, perhaps we could
start by looking at Dyson.
Hasn't really
been himself lately.
Or, maybe he has.
Not sure if I'd know.
I bet
you'd rather be anyone
but you right now,
hey D-man?
Stop it,
this is serious.
Seriously
bad timing.
We're trapped in a
bar, maybe for days
and this is the night
the new waitress has off?
Enough!
Is everybody
payin' attention?!
Because Reynard is
certainly paying attention!
He's learnin'
and plottin'!
If you knew what
he was capable of,
you'd be beggin' me to find
who Reynard is hidin' in!
And extinguish
the threat!
Extinguish?
Dude needs
to take a chill pill,
drink a brewsky,
man--
Spill it, demon seed.
There's got to be more to you
than just my personal stalker.
I am the Nain Rouge.
I'm compelled to witness
important events in time.
Like a
mini-paparazzo?
Your beloved humans have
a less sophisticated
take on my existence.
They call me the
Harbinger of Doom.
A messenger
of disaster.
Thanks
for dumbing it down.
So, why are you
always lurking around--
Me.
You are.
Significant.
Oh, boy,
here we go again--
The extinction
of the Fae is upon us.
The extinction?
I'm sorry, do I need
to use smaller words?
Fae go bye-bye?
You know you're awfully
patronizing for a half-pint.
I understand you!
I just don't
believe you!
It is to be.
Unless you, Isabo,
fulfill your destiny.
See,
I don't do destiny.
Just like I don't
do picking sides--
And my name
is not Isabo!
See for yourself--
What have you done?
You...can't--
Now, you've
seen your fate.
♪
So, you're friends?
Yeah--
Kind of--
Kind of?
Mmm,
it's complicated.
I'm an all-powerful siren,
you're a lightweight.
I'm wicked,
you're a wang.
I'm playing it cool.
I don't want the bounty
hunter to know about us.
About us what?
About us anything.
What do you know
about this bounty hunter?
Nothing.
That's what worries me.
He's a bounty hunter who can
create containment fields--
He's a Boraro.
Boraro?
These guys are
born trackers.
He'll do whatever it takes
to bring in his prey.
Including things
way outside the law.
I won't let
that happen.
As long as
you're actually you.
Fine!
Fine, we're friends!
Ok?
Friends, BFF's!
Pinky swears, borrow
each other's bras--
Can we just
please move on?
Yep!
That's Hale alright--
The guy I hate right now.
Whole building trapped
in a giant hunting snare--
Clever.
Hurt-y.
I was so hoping to
storm off with a flourish.
No exit.
Not without
taking Woods out.
Why are you so
desperate to leave?
There's a lot
to handle--
The doctor, Dyson.
You.
It's a lot
of feelings.
And what would you say
you're feeling for me?
Pity.
Attraction--
Loathing.
Whatever it is,
it's exhilarating.
Hey, sweet-meat.
You alright?
I'm tip-tops!
I love your boots!
Yo, Bobafet--
I think I know where
Reynard is hiding--
Oh, wow!
This succubus'
body is strong!
I could snap this
girl's neck like a twig!
Huh?!
Talk about ironic!
That would
break Bo's heart!
It'll be the
last thing you do
before I rip your
heart out, Reynard.
Well, then you'd
never get Bo back--
She'd be STUCK
in limbo!
That vision
was a con!
Why would I trust
the horror movie cliché
that sent me
to Hammer-geddon?
Hamistagan, and
I did not bring you here.
You have been pushed out
of your body by another.
So, put me back!
I can only
offer guidance.
Follow the light.
Which one?
Merely an observer.
Remember?
You and me--
We're not finished.
But, for now--
Eenie--
Meenie--
Minie--
Mo.
And they
call me childish.
Hey, sixth sense--
Observe this.
This is going
to get messy.
Ugh!!!
Huh-uh!
Ahhhhhhh!
Hey, Woods!!!
You better not go
all UFC on my BFF!!!
Woods,
this is Bo's body!
What this piece of meat
between me and my payday?!
Ugh!
What the hell
is goin' on?
Bo, is that you?
Oh, I'm not Bo,
darlin'--
No--
I am.
Uhhhhh!
Man--
Where am I?
Who am I?
Why are my pants
so tight?
What the hell's
on my face?!
Oh, dear--
Have we--
Have we all
switched bodies?
Oh, crap--
I'll get the nametags.
♪
Easy--
Where's Reynard?
I'm gonna gut that bastard
like a Mississippi crawdad.
And we have "Woods."
Oh--
And I'm really Bo.
How'd this happen,
old timer?
Yeah, Trick,
what gives?
I guess Bo caused
a ripple effect when she
jumped back
from limbo.
Welcome back.
Uh, Bo-Bo--
I got the wolf junk,
babe! Oh--
Don't touch it.
Don't touch anything.
Sorry--
Kenzi?
Check me out!
Kickin' it
in the wolf man!
Yeah!
Kenzi--
Kenzi, go sit down
before you break something.
Um--
Roger.
Wow, did you
hear my voice?
That was like
so sexy.
Roger--
ROGER.
Sit.
Right--
Wait--
Who else we got?
Ahem--
Ciara.
And I'm Hale.
Sorry about this--
Wow.
Ahem--
What did that take?
Two seconds?
Sorry about that,
just--
I said wait--
D, how do
the claws work?
What is it like, like
a Wolverine-y thing or--
She's not Dyson!
I am.
Which means that
this liar is Reynard.
Grrr--
Well then, I guess
I better just go--
No, no, no!
Let's figure this out!
She's lying.
Or, he's lying.
I'm Dyson.
Can't take
that chance, D.
You neither...D.
True dat!
What we need to do
is sit him down,
play a little
game of good cop,
Kenzi cop!
Whoa--
How does he
control these pipes?
Did you see that?!
Wow!
Hmmm!
Where was
Dyson born?
What's Dyson's
favorite food?
What's Dyson's
favorite position?
Ciara--
Honestly, lady--
Not sure.
Well, why
don't we ask Bo.
Are all fairies
this freakin' jealous?
Only when
they've been lied to.
This is ridiculous.
I concur.
Hale, what is it?
I want to kiss you.
A lot.
Aw, man!
What else
was in my beer?
You must be feeling
Ciara's passion for Dyson.
The Gorgon blood
must be intensifying
the emotions
of the original body.
Where's Lauren?
If these two are both
claiming to be Dyson.
The good doc
must be in limbo.
Where she might have
to deal with the Nain Rouge.
That little girl
really needs a time out.
Bo?
You met
the Nain Rouge?
Uh...maybe.
What did you see
in Hamistagan, Bo?
Some damn
effective birth control.
I need
to know everything.
She calls herself
the Nain Rouge.
I've seen her before,
following me around.
You've seen
her before??
You should have
told me.
What was
I gonna say?
I seem to have attracted some
boarding school groupie?
I'm sorry, really--
I just didn't know
what to make of her.
This is no joke.
The Nain Rouge rarely
appears and when she does,
it means trouble's
on its way.
What did
she say to you?
What have you done?
It's...complicated.
Fine.
We'll talk
about this later.
Now I have to figure
out how to get everyone
back into their own
bodies before--
Please!
Before all
hell breaks loose?
Stop, Woods!
Now the who's the real
Dyson quiz was amusin'
but I think you'll find my
methods more effective.
Ugh!
Uh oh--
I know this look.
She's hungry.
Bo's body is hungry.
Trick said our bodies
retain an echo
of their
original emotions.
What about primal
instincts to survive?
To feed.
If you insist.
Bo!
She won't-- I won't
be able to stop her!
A little help, please!
Kenzi, get in there!
Guh!
Oh!
Oh-- I just
watched myself die.
You're not dead and
you're not gonna be.
Bo, you need to fix
this, she's fading fast!
I can't, I'm not
in the right body!
Grrrrr--
Woohoo!
Man!
Does she taste good--
What a rush.
Kenzi--
Get him out of here.
I'm on it.
Come on, dude.
This is for
your own good.
Come on--
And be sure
to chain him up.
Ciara?
I can't stay
in this body forever.
I can't do that
to Hale's soul.
Wow--
I thought
I felt alone before.
I know
you're upset--
Save it.
Just promise me
you'll take care of Dyson.
I kind of get the feeling you
used to be pretty good at it.
Whatever Dyson and I
had is over, Ciara.
I found
a photograph of you.
Together.
You're laughing.
You look happy.
I do?
I was.
What happened to him that
he won't even discuss you?
Maybe he doesn't care.
Things change, Ciara.
They sure do.
You will
take care of him.
Promise me.
I promise you that when
I get back into my own body,
I'll breath your
Chi back into you.
I can do it, Ciara.
How long
do we have?
More bad news.
Reynard must be
in Lauren's body.
In the craziness of the
attack she somehow escaped.
Oh, great--
Where would
Reynard go?
Nowhere good,
sweet potato.
Nowhere good.
Come on, Woods.
You've read the file,
you know his history, think.
Reynard's
an anarchist.
A murderer.
He thrives
on destruction.
But he's
in Lauren's body.
And crazy as
a sprayed roach.
What are
you thinking, Bo?
That Reynard will be fueled
by Lauren's deepest desires.
So--
Any deep rage that
she might have--
Even if it's too dark,
or subconscious
for Lauren herself
to ever pursue.
African Shamans
of the Congo--
Lauren was looking
for something
to reverse the curse
on her girlfriend.
A curse that made her
a slave to the light--
I know Lauren's
deepest desires.
I know where
Reynard's gone.
He's gone
to kill the Ash.
No luck--
Whatever Woods put
around the building
must be blocking
all the signals.
I can't find a way
of removing it.
Though, I did start
a fire on Trick's rug.
My eighth century
Persian rug?
I'm sure those
things are made to last.
Manipulatin' my
containment trap's kind of
a special skill,
sweetheart--
So is not succubus-ing
everybody I know to death!
This is bad, Bo.
I can still save her,
Dyson.
I hope so.
Or, I rip Woods
to shreads.
With what?
Those press-on nails?
This is
on your head, Woods.
If the Dark Fae,
even an insane one,
kills the new Ash,
the already precarious peace
between our sides
will crumble.
Well, that just takes the
rag off the bush, don't it?
Here's the deal--
When we track him,
nobody's bagging Reynard,
or the massive reward
for his return,
but me.
Whoa, whoa,
wait, Trick--
How did Reynard get past
Woods' snare to begin with?
Your containment trap only
works on Fae, doesn't it?
Turns their own
powers back on 'em.
Why?
Reynard
was in Lauren.
And Lauren's human.
Hold up!
You had humans
in here?!
Well, why didn't
somebody say so?!
So, the only other person
who can get out of here
and warn Lachlan
is another human--
Good luck.
Come to mama!
Woo--
Five shots
and I am feeling fine!
Woo! Lordy,
this body can drink!
Hi, me!
Hey,
where you going?
Dyson?
I have
to stop Reynard.
♪
Oh, that does
not look right.
Trick will find a way to get us
back into our bodies, Ciara.
Good luck.
Oh, whoa, whoa--
Dude, dude, dude!
Booby trap.
It won't
leave a scratch.
Promise.
It's chilly
out there.
I'm allergic
to peanuts.
And my hair does this
crazy thing when
I get out
into the rain--
Kenzi--
I'll take care of you.
Every powerless
human inch of you.
Dang, I look good
in those boots.
Lauren:
Oh, my my!
Oh, Dr. Lauren has so many
fun tools to play with.
So many
naughty concoctions!
Oh--
And so many reasons
to be angry--
Oh, don't worry--
Reynard's gonna make all
your dreams come true.
Well--
Maybe your nightmares.
This is Dr...uh,
Lauren.
The doctor.
I'd like to request an audience
with the Ash, please.
♪
Oh...oh...oh--
And if I should happen
to start a war
in the process,
let the flames fly!
You know what, Bo?
You are amazing.
And you are drunk,
Kenz.
No, I am serious!
I mean, the willpower
it must take for you
to control
your hunger--
I mean, Woods is a pretty
tough dude and he was
in your body for what,
like ten minutes before he--
Death-sucked Ciara
like an evil vacuum.
Hey--
Do you think you can
really still save Ciara?
I better if I ever want
Dyson to talk to me again.
What's it like
in there, Kenz?
Can you feel
what he feels?
Is he in love
with Ciara?
I never thought
I'd say this, Bo,
but I can't tell you.
It's his most
private emotions.
Even if he is
a no-good wolfnik.
I got it, my bad.
Although, I must admit,
it does feel like he's
got a bit of a foot
fetish going on in here--
I think that's
still you, Kenz.
♪
Well, ain't that
a peach.
♪
I always wanted
to try that hairpin trick.
♪
Ash?
Little girl--
You're tardy.
Mmmhmm--
Actually...I'm Dyson.
What's in the syringe
this time, Reynard?
Hmmm...freedom.
Smells more
like belladonnna.
Killing the Ash
is just the catalyst.
The Light will try
to retaliate against the Dark.
The Dark will note the vacuum
in power and then pounce!
Boop!
All of which
will lead to--
Chaos.
Ohhhhhhhh!
What a beautiful word.
It's only a matter
of time, anyway--
Something's coming.
I can feel it.
I'm just--
Speeding things along.
Well, I'm so glad
I'm here to witness.
Hmmm--
Although, I think Kenzi's
a little near-sighted.
Not another step!!!
Did you renovate,
Lachlan?
I tried modernizing.
A little bit.
But some of the more
antiquated features remain--
Hmm.
Yes, I've always
liked this old floor.
Heck of
a security system.
♪
These things are good
for something after all.
♪
What if Dyson
can't stop Reynard?
What if he gets
my wee body--
Dead?
Then you'll both
have to share Dyson's.
That's not funny, Bo!
How would we
work the bathroom?
It's gonna
be alright, Kenzi.
It really won't.
How'd you get out?
Where's Trick?
I've locked Trick
down below.
It's important the Light
never know I was here.
That Reynard escaped
the Dark's clutches.
I need to end this.
Which is why I'm gonna burn
this place to the ground.
You can't!
Says who?!
I'm a succubus who just
topped up on Fairy Chi.
There ain't a man alive
who can stop me now.
I'll take that bet.
Come on, big man.
Raaaaahhhhh!
Nobody uses
my bestie's body
without buying her
a drink first!
Try to aim
for not my face!
Oh!
This girl's body's more
powerful than you reckon!
More woman
than you can handle!
Ugh!
Cool!
That was surreal.
Ugh!
God!
Hey, Woods!
Time for
a face lift.
Oh, you don't have it
in you, sweetheart.
Woods--
Lock me in
my own, lair, will ya?
You might have
a headache tomorrow.
Does this mean you found a way
to get us back into our bodies?
Couple of days in
group therapy aught
to flush out
the Gorgon blood.
Seriously?
No.
All it'll take is a
transluminal migration circle.
Oh, well,
I coulda told you that.
Special delivery.
Just in time.
How's Lachlan?
Pretty pissed.
Did you guys see
my wolf moves?
Woohoo!
♪
♪
Ciara!
♪
Easy, easy,
easy, easy--
Am I--
You?
Yes.
I was going
to say alive.
Thank you.
I may not know everything
there is to know about you,
but I'm glad you're you.
Yeah--
Me too.
Thank you.
Ladies and Gentlemen--
You are encouraged
to attend
the final judgment day
of our friend, Reynard here--
Although it is on
Dark Fae territory,
so maybe I'll just tip
my cap and say thanks, ya'll.
It's been a real treat.
It's been
a real treat alright--
Whoa,
easy now, Doc--
I'm tired. Hale,
I'm not elderly.
Okay--
How was limbo?
Weird.
I saw my Aunt Edna and she gave
me her cheesecake recipe.
Where were you?
Uh...
I don't even know.
All I do know is that
I feel well-rested
for the first time
in a long time.
I'm jealous.
Awww.
Alright, let's
get you home, doc.
Goodnight.
We're going too.
Thank you.
Is that the best
you can do?
♪
And you--
Yes?
You are weak, pathetic
and you need glasses.
Oh, wow.
That's kinda mean.
It's a miracle you
survived this long, Kenz.
You just might be the strongest
person I have ever met.
You know, I learned a few
things about you, too.
Being inside you
felt very empty.
You're missing something
huge in here, aren't you?
Come on, Ciara,
let's go home.
♪
You know, normally that
might make me jealous--
It shouldn't, Bo.
Thanks
for the whiskey.
I figured
you'd be off beer.
So, what's gonna happen to that
jackass bounty hunter anyway?
Well, I told Woods
that I wouldn't report him
to the Light if he
promised to never
set foot in my bar
ever again.
That's it?
Well, I also threatened
to transform him
into a dung beetle.
You can do that now?
No, but he
doesn't know that.
Eventually, you're going
to have to tell me
what the
Nain Rouge said.
She warned me.
She said something
big was coming.
Something bad.
Historically, the Nain Rouge
appears before major disasters.
We're gonna have
to keep our guard up.
Don't we always?
Yeah--
Oh, yeah--
She also
called me Isabo.
Did she now?
Hm--
We'll be fine.
As long as everybody
stays in their own body.
And keeps their
head about them.
How hard
should that be?
It goes without
saying, we're going
to have
to beef up security.
Two men
on every entrance.
Now.
♪
Give me strength.
I am so jealous
of my feet.
♪
I had these puppies on
layaway for three months!
Uh huh--
Resss-straint!
Yay...Kenzi.
Super-yay.
Of course, if I was you I
would have just succubus-ed
the face off
fifty shoe clerks
and marched these
babies right home.
Good thing
you're not me.
Yeah, that's
right nerd-ling--
Hey!
Yoink!
"Life, Not Love: Learning
to Like Yourself Alone"?
Dude, no!
This is how
it all starts.
Hey, there is nothing wrong
with a little TLC for the soul.
Whoa, you did not just
use "TLC" in a sentence.
WE are going out.
A, we cannot deny
the world the chance
to witness my stems
in these kicks--
Oh, you're
such a giver.
And B, we have
been working SO hard.
You got up at noon and
then took a two o'clock nap!
It could be my,
my, my birthday,
Christmas, Passover
gift all rolled into one!
Please??
Bo--
We need this.
The idea of running
into Dyson with Ciara?
It's like the bar is
suddenly enemy territory.
No.
It is OUR bar, that is why
you can't give up so easy.
Though tonight, you like
to party among the hostiles--
In disguise.
Sexy biker chick.
Go as
someone else?
Preferably a girl
who would recycle this.
What the hell.
♪
What the hell?!
Well, I guess bingo night's
turned out to be a real hoot.
Oh, come on!
Uhhhhh--
Act cool.
Wow--
What's with
the new look?
And the "you gotta pay
for this" vibe?
Not that
I don't love it.
Nice kicks, Kenz--
Dyson, we're up--
At least the worst part
is behind us.
You could say that.
Bo--
Lauren--
Stay strong,
I'll get us a pitcher--
Each--
♪
Life is hard when
you don't know who you are.
It's harder when you
don't know what you are.
My love carries
a death sentence.
I was lost for years.
Searching while hiding.
Only to find that I belonged
to a world hidden from humans.
I won't hide anymore.
I will live
the life I choose.
I, uh--
I can't believe
you're here.
I can't believe
how good you look.
Sorry--
Sometimes my--
Words and my
thoughts don't--
Yeah--
It's nice you got a
hall pass for bingo night.
Yeah,
what's that about?
Anyway,
I can't stay for it,
I'm here on official
Ash business.
Well--
At least that's
what I told Lachlan.
The old your
mouth says one thing,
your lips say another.
Or, kiss another
as the case may be.
Sorry--
No, it's okay.
It was just--
It was weird, you kissing me
in front of Nadia.
No, I mean sorry,
I need to talk to Trick.
And I need
to murder Kenzi.
None of these books had
what I was looking for.
Did you try
Wikipedia?
You think
this is funny?
No, I think you look
like you needed a joke.
Maybe a beer.
What I need is information on
the darkest of the dark shamans
so that I can figure
out who cursed Nadia.
I'm scrounging up as
much research as I can.
But, witch doctors
are dangerous.
You should
tread lightly.
Yeah, I've tread lightly
for the past five years.
Now I'm serving
a man like Lachlan.
Lauren--
Sorry--
I haven't been
sleeping much.
Tell me about it.
With all the recent fighting
alienating all my clientele,
I thought a bingo
night would be fun.
Clearly I chose
the wrong kind of fun.
Two words, Trick:
Mechanical bull.
Incoming--
So!
So--
So, let's bench it.
What?
The awkward history.
Maybe we should
try being friends.
I mean,
really real friends.
What's in this?
It's me in this.
Dressing like someone
else makes me realize
how good
change can be.
Well, I--
I agree.
And I think it's lovely
that Detective Hale
has changed into
your ex-girlfriend.
So, is this
what you meant
by having a drink
with the boys?
Cause, I think I might
have a different meaning
for that phrase
across the pond.
Okay, then--
Sorry, Bo,
you've just, uh--
Stepped into an argument
that was cut short--
what?
an hour ago?
Ciara, why don't we just
go for a walk, please?
You see, I feel as though
I started reading this
wonderful novel, but the middle
section's been ripped out
and everyone around me
has had the luxury
of reading
those missing pages,
but nobody will
tell me what happened.
That's because there's
nothing important to tell.
Wait, what??
Gimme back my
friendship beer.
If there's nothing important
then why'd you clam up
when I asked about her
in that photograph?
And why does everybody hold
their breath and stare
every time you and I
are in the same room?
I didn't mean nothing.
I just mean
I can't talk about it,
I don't want
to talk about it.
What did you do
to him?
Excuse me?
Uh, your attention
please!
Ya'll having
a good time?
Excellent.
Because
nobody's leavin'.
Who are you?
Name's Woods.
I'm trackin' an
escaped mental patient,
calls hisself Reynard.
THE Reynard?
That's right.
The Dark
let him escape?
Uh huh.
And in honor of this terribly
embarrassing occasion,
I'm throwin' myself
a little shindig.
See if I can't round
me up some sociopath.
And all you fine
folks is invited.
It's not likely,
my friend--
You see this?
Oh--
Well, I raise you this--
Ahhhhhhh!
Stop!
This is a place
of sanctuary!
What the hell
was that?
Well now, let's just
call it a warning.
And a taste of what
I've wrapped around
this entire
establishment.
Whoever tries to leave here
before I get what I came for
does so with a blatant disregard
for their own well-being.
And potentially--
Their own life.
The man I'm lookin' for is
somewhere on these premises.
And I aim to find him.
If that lunatic is here,
we should evacuate the bar!
Why are you confining
my innocent patrons?!
Because Reynard could be
hidin' IN one of them.
And I let you talk me
into coming out tonight.
Great.
Placing a containment
field around the entire bar
It's a bit excessive,
don't you think?
Reynard escaped from a maximum
security Dark Fae facility.
Would you rather
I string up a velvet rope?
The Dark have
no authority here.
This is neutral territory.
There are exceptions
to the rules, old timer.
Namely, 84-B
of the Fae Code:
Regarding imminent risk
to the public safety.
Reynard is a demented
anarchist, Trick.
I know who he is.
I attended
his murder trial.
Then you know how
dangerous he can be.
I can't believe
you're supporting this!
I am tolerating this.
For now.
Reynard was under the care of
one heck of a psychiatrist.
During her treatments she
used to inject her patients
with her own blood.
She could literally
get under their skin,
enter their bodies
and feel their emotions.
A Gorgon.
Uh huh.
Yeah, and before he escaped
these wing-nut Reynard
strangled her, used
one of her syringes
to steal some
of her blood.
What do you think he's
planning to do with it?
What he always does--
Cause chaos.
♪
He's alive.
What happened
to him?
♪
We confirmed it.
Reynard's
poisoned the kegs.
Anyone who's had
some beer tonight,
has ingested
the Gorgon blood.
Could be worse.
Could have ingested
Trick's Crème de Squid.
That is not a thing.
So...all of us.
Except for me.
I wouldn't be caught
dead drinking that swill.
Sorry--
Barkeep humor.
Cute.
And since Reynard's
body's catatonic,
it's probable he also
ingested the blood.
Allowing him to transport
into someone else's skin.
Whose?
Well, it shouldn't be hard
for us to find the imposter.
We all know
each other well.
Actually, I wouldn't say
I know any of you very well.
Hi, I'm Bo.
I haven't picked a
side, yada-yada-yada--
Therefore, I'm not playing
this little game.
I'm leaving--
Uh uh--
That's impossible,
I'm afraid.
I also have to go,
I've only been given
two hours away from
the Ash's compound.
Hey guys, how would I know
if a dude was inside me?
Been a while?
Reynard's not
sharing a body.
He's taken it over.
Then where does the essence
from t original body go?
Sssssssss--
Somewhere
into the ether.
What was that?
Who are you?!
I'm pleased we're finally
able to meet like this.
Alone.
To talk.
I'm not much
for chit-chat.
You--
Welcome to Hamistagan.
English, please.
Welcome to...limbo.
Look for uncharacteristic
behavior in one another.
Reynard's an
excellent mimic,
but he can't fool
all ya'll.
Fine, let's do
this systematically.
Well, perhaps we could
start by looking at Dyson.
Hasn't really
been himself lately.
Or, maybe he has.
Not sure if I'd know.
I bet
you'd rather be anyone
but you right now,
hey D-man?
Stop it,
this is serious.
Seriously
bad timing.
We're trapped in a
bar, maybe for days
and this is the night
the new waitress has off?
Enough!
Is everybody
payin' attention?!
Because Reynard is
certainly paying attention!
He's learnin'
and plottin'!
If you knew what
he was capable of,
you'd be beggin' me to find
who Reynard is hidin' in!
And extinguish
the threat!
Extinguish?
Dude needs
to take a chill pill,
drink a brewsky,
man--
Spill it, demon seed.
There's got to be more to you
than just my personal stalker.
I am the Nain Rouge.
I'm compelled to witness
important events in time.
Like a
mini-paparazzo?
Your beloved humans have
a less sophisticated
take on my existence.
They call me the
Harbinger of Doom.
A messenger
of disaster.
Thanks
for dumbing it down.
So, why are you
always lurking around--
Me.
You are.
Significant.
Oh, boy,
here we go again--
The extinction
of the Fae is upon us.
The extinction?
I'm sorry, do I need
to use smaller words?
Fae go bye-bye?
You know you're awfully
patronizing for a half-pint.
I understand you!
I just don't
believe you!
It is to be.
Unless you, Isabo,
fulfill your destiny.
See,
I don't do destiny.
Just like I don't
do picking sides--
And my name
is not Isabo!
See for yourself--
What have you done?
You...can't--
Now, you've
seen your fate.
♪
So, you're friends?
Yeah--
Kind of--
Kind of?
Mmm,
it's complicated.
I'm an all-powerful siren,
you're a lightweight.
I'm wicked,
you're a wang.
I'm playing it cool.
I don't want the bounty
hunter to know about us.
About us what?
About us anything.
What do you know
about this bounty hunter?
Nothing.
That's what worries me.
He's a bounty hunter who can
create containment fields--
He's a Boraro.
Boraro?
These guys are
born trackers.
He'll do whatever it takes
to bring in his prey.
Including things
way outside the law.
I won't let
that happen.
As long as
you're actually you.
Fine!
Fine, we're friends!
Ok?
Friends, BFF's!
Pinky swears, borrow
each other's bras--
Can we just
please move on?
Yep!
That's Hale alright--
The guy I hate right now.
Whole building trapped
in a giant hunting snare--
Clever.
Hurt-y.
I was so hoping to
storm off with a flourish.
No exit.
Not without
taking Woods out.
Why are you so
desperate to leave?
There's a lot
to handle--
The doctor, Dyson.
You.
It's a lot
of feelings.
And what would you say
you're feeling for me?
Pity.
Attraction--
Loathing.
Whatever it is,
it's exhilarating.
Hey, sweet-meat.
You alright?
I'm tip-tops!
I love your boots!
Yo, Bobafet--
I think I know where
Reynard is hiding--
Oh, wow!
This succubus'
body is strong!
I could snap this
girl's neck like a twig!
Huh?!
Talk about ironic!
That would
break Bo's heart!
It'll be the
last thing you do
before I rip your
heart out, Reynard.
Well, then you'd
never get Bo back--
She'd be STUCK
in limbo!
That vision
was a con!
Why would I trust
the horror movie cliché
that sent me
to Hammer-geddon?
Hamistagan, and
I did not bring you here.
You have been pushed out
of your body by another.
So, put me back!
I can only
offer guidance.
Follow the light.
Which one?
Merely an observer.
Remember?
You and me--
We're not finished.
But, for now--
Eenie--
Meenie--
Minie--
Mo.
And they
call me childish.
Hey, sixth sense--
Observe this.
This is going
to get messy.
Ugh!!!
Huh-uh!
Ahhhhhhh!
Hey, Woods!!!
You better not go
all UFC on my BFF!!!
Woods,
this is Bo's body!
What this piece of meat
between me and my payday?!
Ugh!
What the hell
is goin' on?
Bo, is that you?
Oh, I'm not Bo,
darlin'--
No--
I am.
Uhhhhh!
Man--
Where am I?
Who am I?
Why are my pants
so tight?
What the hell's
on my face?!
Oh, dear--
Have we--
Have we all
switched bodies?
Oh, crap--
I'll get the nametags.
♪
Easy--
Where's Reynard?
I'm gonna gut that bastard
like a Mississippi crawdad.
And we have "Woods."
Oh--
And I'm really Bo.
How'd this happen,
old timer?
Yeah, Trick,
what gives?
I guess Bo caused
a ripple effect when she
jumped back
from limbo.
Welcome back.
Uh, Bo-Bo--
I got the wolf junk,
babe! Oh--
Don't touch it.
Don't touch anything.
Sorry--
Kenzi?
Check me out!
Kickin' it
in the wolf man!
Yeah!
Kenzi--
Kenzi, go sit down
before you break something.
Um--
Roger.
Wow, did you
hear my voice?
That was like
so sexy.
Roger--
ROGER.
Sit.
Right--
Wait--
Who else we got?
Ahem--
Ciara.
And I'm Hale.
Sorry about this--
Wow.
Ahem--
What did that take?
Two seconds?
Sorry about that,
just--
I said wait--
D, how do
the claws work?
What is it like, like
a Wolverine-y thing or--
She's not Dyson!
I am.
Which means that
this liar is Reynard.
Grrr--
Well then, I guess
I better just go--
No, no, no!
Let's figure this out!
She's lying.
Or, he's lying.
I'm Dyson.
Can't take
that chance, D.
You neither...D.
True dat!
What we need to do
is sit him down,
play a little
game of good cop,
Kenzi cop!
Whoa--
How does he
control these pipes?
Did you see that?!
Wow!
Hmmm!
Where was
Dyson born?
What's Dyson's
favorite food?
What's Dyson's
favorite position?
Ciara--
Honestly, lady--
Not sure.
Well, why
don't we ask Bo.
Are all fairies
this freakin' jealous?
Only when
they've been lied to.
This is ridiculous.
I concur.
Hale, what is it?
I want to kiss you.
A lot.
Aw, man!
What else
was in my beer?
You must be feeling
Ciara's passion for Dyson.
The Gorgon blood
must be intensifying
the emotions
of the original body.
Where's Lauren?
If these two are both
claiming to be Dyson.
The good doc
must be in limbo.
Where she might have
to deal with the Nain Rouge.
That little girl
really needs a time out.
Bo?
You met
the Nain Rouge?
Uh...maybe.
What did you see
in Hamistagan, Bo?
Some damn
effective birth control.
I need
to know everything.
She calls herself
the Nain Rouge.
I've seen her before,
following me around.
You've seen
her before??
You should have
told me.
What was
I gonna say?
I seem to have attracted some
boarding school groupie?
I'm sorry, really--
I just didn't know
what to make of her.
This is no joke.
The Nain Rouge rarely
appears and when she does,
it means trouble's
on its way.
What did
she say to you?
What have you done?
It's...complicated.
Fine.
We'll talk
about this later.
Now I have to figure
out how to get everyone
back into their own
bodies before--
Please!
Before all
hell breaks loose?
Stop, Woods!
Now the who's the real
Dyson quiz was amusin'
but I think you'll find my
methods more effective.
Ugh!
Uh oh--
I know this look.
She's hungry.
Bo's body is hungry.
Trick said our bodies
retain an echo
of their
original emotions.
What about primal
instincts to survive?
To feed.
If you insist.
Bo!
She won't-- I won't
be able to stop her!
A little help, please!
Kenzi, get in there!
Guh!
Oh!
Oh-- I just
watched myself die.
You're not dead and
you're not gonna be.
Bo, you need to fix
this, she's fading fast!
I can't, I'm not
in the right body!
Grrrrr--
Woohoo!
Man!
Does she taste good--
What a rush.
Kenzi--
Get him out of here.
I'm on it.
Come on, dude.
This is for
your own good.
Come on--
And be sure
to chain him up.
Ciara?
I can't stay
in this body forever.
I can't do that
to Hale's soul.
Wow--
I thought
I felt alone before.
I know
you're upset--
Save it.
Just promise me
you'll take care of Dyson.
I kind of get the feeling you
used to be pretty good at it.
Whatever Dyson and I
had is over, Ciara.
I found
a photograph of you.
Together.
You're laughing.
You look happy.
I do?
I was.
What happened to him that
he won't even discuss you?
Maybe he doesn't care.
Things change, Ciara.
They sure do.
You will
take care of him.
Promise me.
I promise you that when
I get back into my own body,
I'll breath your
Chi back into you.
I can do it, Ciara.
How long
do we have?
More bad news.
Reynard must be
in Lauren's body.
In the craziness of the
attack she somehow escaped.
Oh, great--
Where would
Reynard go?
Nowhere good,
sweet potato.
Nowhere good.
Come on, Woods.
You've read the file,
you know his history, think.
Reynard's
an anarchist.
A murderer.
He thrives
on destruction.
But he's
in Lauren's body.
And crazy as
a sprayed roach.
What are
you thinking, Bo?
That Reynard will be fueled
by Lauren's deepest desires.
So--
Any deep rage that
she might have--
Even if it's too dark,
or subconscious
for Lauren herself
to ever pursue.
African Shamans
of the Congo--
Lauren was looking
for something
to reverse the curse
on her girlfriend.
A curse that made her
a slave to the light--
I know Lauren's
deepest desires.
I know where
Reynard's gone.
He's gone
to kill the Ash.
No luck--
Whatever Woods put
around the building
must be blocking
all the signals.
I can't find a way
of removing it.
Though, I did start
a fire on Trick's rug.
My eighth century
Persian rug?
I'm sure those
things are made to last.
Manipulatin' my
containment trap's kind of
a special skill,
sweetheart--
So is not succubus-ing
everybody I know to death!
This is bad, Bo.
I can still save her,
Dyson.
I hope so.
Or, I rip Woods
to shreads.
With what?
Those press-on nails?
This is
on your head, Woods.
If the Dark Fae,
even an insane one,
kills the new Ash,
the already precarious peace
between our sides
will crumble.
Well, that just takes the
rag off the bush, don't it?
Here's the deal--
When we track him,
nobody's bagging Reynard,
or the massive reward
for his return,
but me.
Whoa, whoa,
wait, Trick--
How did Reynard get past
Woods' snare to begin with?
Your containment trap only
works on Fae, doesn't it?
Turns their own
powers back on 'em.
Why?
Reynard
was in Lauren.
And Lauren's human.
Hold up!
You had humans
in here?!
Well, why didn't
somebody say so?!
So, the only other person
who can get out of here
and warn Lachlan
is another human--
Good luck.
Come to mama!
Woo--
Five shots
and I am feeling fine!
Woo! Lordy,
this body can drink!
Hi, me!
Hey,
where you going?
Dyson?
I have
to stop Reynard.
♪
Oh, that does
not look right.
Trick will find a way to get us
back into our bodies, Ciara.
Good luck.
Oh, whoa, whoa--
Dude, dude, dude!
Booby trap.
It won't
leave a scratch.
Promise.
It's chilly
out there.
I'm allergic
to peanuts.
And my hair does this
crazy thing when
I get out
into the rain--
Kenzi--
I'll take care of you.
Every powerless
human inch of you.
Dang, I look good
in those boots.
Lauren:
Oh, my my!
Oh, Dr. Lauren has so many
fun tools to play with.
So many
naughty concoctions!
Oh--
And so many reasons
to be angry--
Oh, don't worry--
Reynard's gonna make all
your dreams come true.
Well--
Maybe your nightmares.
This is Dr...uh,
Lauren.
The doctor.
I'd like to request an audience
with the Ash, please.
♪
Oh...oh...oh--
And if I should happen
to start a war
in the process,
let the flames fly!
You know what, Bo?
You are amazing.
And you are drunk,
Kenz.
No, I am serious!
I mean, the willpower
it must take for you
to control
your hunger--
I mean, Woods is a pretty
tough dude and he was
in your body for what,
like ten minutes before he--
Death-sucked Ciara
like an evil vacuum.
Hey--
Do you think you can
really still save Ciara?
I better if I ever want
Dyson to talk to me again.
What's it like
in there, Kenz?
Can you feel
what he feels?
Is he in love
with Ciara?
I never thought
I'd say this, Bo,
but I can't tell you.
It's his most
private emotions.
Even if he is
a no-good wolfnik.
I got it, my bad.
Although, I must admit,
it does feel like he's
got a bit of a foot
fetish going on in here--
I think that's
still you, Kenz.
♪
Well, ain't that
a peach.
♪
I always wanted
to try that hairpin trick.
♪
Ash?
Little girl--
You're tardy.
Mmmhmm--
Actually...I'm Dyson.
What's in the syringe
this time, Reynard?
Hmmm...freedom.
Smells more
like belladonnna.
Killing the Ash
is just the catalyst.
The Light will try
to retaliate against the Dark.
The Dark will note the vacuum
in power and then pounce!
Boop!
All of which
will lead to--
Chaos.
Ohhhhhhhh!
What a beautiful word.
It's only a matter
of time, anyway--
Something's coming.
I can feel it.
I'm just--
Speeding things along.
Well, I'm so glad
I'm here to witness.
Hmmm--
Although, I think Kenzi's
a little near-sighted.
Not another step!!!
Did you renovate,
Lachlan?
I tried modernizing.
A little bit.
But some of the more
antiquated features remain--
Hmm.
Yes, I've always
liked this old floor.
Heck of
a security system.
♪
These things are good
for something after all.
♪
What if Dyson
can't stop Reynard?
What if he gets
my wee body--
Dead?
Then you'll both
have to share Dyson's.
That's not funny, Bo!
How would we
work the bathroom?
It's gonna
be alright, Kenzi.
It really won't.
How'd you get out?
Where's Trick?
I've locked Trick
down below.
It's important the Light
never know I was here.
That Reynard escaped
the Dark's clutches.
I need to end this.
Which is why I'm gonna burn
this place to the ground.
You can't!
Says who?!
I'm a succubus who just
topped up on Fairy Chi.
There ain't a man alive
who can stop me now.
I'll take that bet.
Come on, big man.
Raaaaahhhhh!
Nobody uses
my bestie's body
without buying her
a drink first!
Try to aim
for not my face!
Oh!
This girl's body's more
powerful than you reckon!
More woman
than you can handle!
Ugh!
Cool!
That was surreal.
Ugh!
God!
Hey, Woods!
Time for
a face lift.
Oh, you don't have it
in you, sweetheart.
Woods--
Lock me in
my own, lair, will ya?
You might have
a headache tomorrow.
Does this mean you found a way
to get us back into our bodies?
Couple of days in
group therapy aught
to flush out
the Gorgon blood.
Seriously?
No.
All it'll take is a
transluminal migration circle.
Oh, well,
I coulda told you that.
Special delivery.
Just in time.
How's Lachlan?
Pretty pissed.
Did you guys see
my wolf moves?
Woohoo!
♪
♪
Ciara!
♪
Easy, easy,
easy, easy--
Am I--
You?
Yes.
I was going
to say alive.
Thank you.
I may not know everything
there is to know about you,
but I'm glad you're you.
Yeah--
Me too.
Thank you.
Ladies and Gentlemen--
You are encouraged
to attend
the final judgment day
of our friend, Reynard here--
Although it is on
Dark Fae territory,
so maybe I'll just tip
my cap and say thanks, ya'll.
It's been a real treat.
It's been
a real treat alright--
Whoa,
easy now, Doc--
I'm tired. Hale,
I'm not elderly.
Okay--
How was limbo?
Weird.
I saw my Aunt Edna and she gave
me her cheesecake recipe.
Where were you?
Uh...
I don't even know.
All I do know is that
I feel well-rested
for the first time
in a long time.
I'm jealous.
Awww.
Alright, let's
get you home, doc.
Goodnight.
We're going too.
Thank you.
Is that the best
you can do?
♪
And you--
Yes?
You are weak, pathetic
and you need glasses.
Oh, wow.
That's kinda mean.
It's a miracle you
survived this long, Kenz.
You just might be the strongest
person I have ever met.
You know, I learned a few
things about you, too.
Being inside you
felt very empty.
You're missing something
huge in here, aren't you?
Come on, Ciara,
let's go home.
♪
You know, normally that
might make me jealous--
It shouldn't, Bo.
Thanks
for the whiskey.
I figured
you'd be off beer.
So, what's gonna happen to that
jackass bounty hunter anyway?
Well, I told Woods
that I wouldn't report him
to the Light if he
promised to never
set foot in my bar
ever again.
That's it?
Well, I also threatened
to transform him
into a dung beetle.
You can do that now?
No, but he
doesn't know that.
Eventually, you're going
to have to tell me
what the
Nain Rouge said.
She warned me.
She said something
big was coming.
Something bad.
Historically, the Nain Rouge
appears before major disasters.
We're gonna have
to keep our guard up.
Don't we always?
Yeah--
Oh, yeah--
She also
called me Isabo.
Did she now?
Hm--
We'll be fine.
As long as everybody
stays in their own body.
And keeps their
head about them.
How hard
should that be?
It goes without
saying, we're going
to have
to beef up security.
Two men
on every entrance.
Now.
♪
Give me strength.