Lost Girl (2010–2016): Season 4, Episode 7 - La Fae Époque - full transcript

Previously on Lost Girl...

Laura, it looks like
she's gone with the Dark.

So did I.

You're going to be okay,
Bo, now that you're dark.

I'll see you around.

You don't have to be Fae
to have a place among us.

I can teach you.

- Still don't trust you.
- You are Team Dark now.

The codex of laws has
been infringed upon.

Not you, him.

Where you at, boy?



Hale!

- Where's Dyson?
- Una Mens still have him.

Security is full throttle,
no one's getting in.

I took a punch. To the neck. By a monk.

Aw, Baby.
Oh, wow, okay.

Our key to getting to Dyson.
If we can get him to talk.

Informants.
For my sex worker case.

What, like you guys never
play "Captured Monk" before?

Spice it up, thirty ninth division!

Why take only Dyson when
we both broke Fae law

by sleeping together?!

What's with the no-glow?!

- Must be a eunuch.
- You mean ... ?

Mm-hmm. Not even beach
volleyball won't do it for 'em.



Looks like we gotta do
this the old fashioned way.

Yea boyeee. Get 'em.

I'm gonna ask questions and
you're gonna have answers.

Who is representing Dyson at his trial?!

I'm sorry, was that too loud for you?

Did you ever meet a Siren before?

Start talking or...

- Oppilo!
- English.

- Please.
- Talk. Fast.

There is no trial.
There is execution.

For sleeping with Dark Fae?!

For treason.

In 1899, the Wolf murdered
humans and Fae in cold blood.

I don't care how long he's
been alive. That's not Dyson.

- Yeah.
- Now you tell your monks

to clear the way so we can get to
The Keeper and Funky Bunch. Let's go.

Convertimini ad n?hilum.

- Loyal little shit.
- Latin is a dead language.

What are our other
options? What about Trick?

Nah, they won't grant him audience.

Una Mens have him
on acting Ash duty.

Well, there has to be
something that we can do.

Come on, Worry Watsons.

They're not actually
going to kill D-Man...

Are they?

I'm begging you. You
have the wrong scavenger.

Mortis. Invenio.
In unitate.

You have failed to abide by
the sacred rules of the Fae.

If you have last words, speak them now.

No. Please ... don't.
Please, please don't.

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

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

My loves 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.

4x07 - "La Fae Epoque"

How much time do we have?

An hour. Five minutes.
I don't know.

Thank you for coming.

- Of course I came.
- But I don't know, lately.

I mean, you're with the Dark.
Dyson's Light.

Dyson's family.
I've saved him before, I'd do it again.

- How did this happen?
- They caught us while we were...

What?
Oh. I get the picture.

So! You and The Morrigan
are getting close.

I see Kenzi reported back.

No! It's not that.
It's just, all this equipment.

Does she know it's to save Dyson?

I don't know.
I don't ask. I just take.

It's sort of a think
Dark to be Dark kinda thing.

Oh. Hello.

- Sorry.
- Don't be.

How heartwarming.
What's next, soy candles?

A little Tegan and Sara?

Let's go! I've got places
to be, people to channel.

- An Oracle's time isn't cheap, you know?
- Yeah, Cassie. We know.

Trick pulled serious
strings to get you here.

He's owes me like, infinity.
Surprised he intervened.

He gets caught, they execute him too.

- So what's the plan?
- You need to get me into Dyson's memory.

He's being framed for a
billion year old murder.

And I have to prove he's innocent.

For a second I thought you were
gonna ask me to look into that

gaping black hole in your memory.

- Impossible... even for me.
- You can see it?

You know, after our
reading few years back,

I thought you might be
"The One". The unaligned

Succubus, fighting to lead
the Fae into a new era...

Guess not.

The final element.

Are you shizering me?
The Red String of Fate?

You might as well
lobotomize Bo right now!

You have a better idea?
Dyson's remote.

It's the only way.

According to legend the
gods used to wrap this

around the ankles of
those destined to meet.

Regardless of time,
place, or circumstance.

It'll secure your connection
to Bo and to Dyson.

I'll stay here ... the constant.

That's beautiful, Doctor Lewis.

You'll gonna go into Dyson's memory,
but your subconscious will

stay present. You'll likely
project familiar places

and people that you know
into Dyson's past.

Spoiler alert: I'll make an appearance.
And when I do, it's time to get out.

Or risk fusing your
memories with Dyson's.

Meaning?

You'll go clinically insane.
I've seen it happen.

It's permanent. And not pretty.

You're putting yourself
in major danger here, Bo.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

I would do the same for you.

So, now what?

We wait for a connection to Dyson...

Shh.

Keep washing him.

Yes! Yes!
Kenzi did it, it's working!

This is it. You're gonna
want to take a deep breath

C'est qui?

Ouvre la porte, Salir!!!

Where is he?

- I love him!
- I love him!

This opening is too small for a man.

Dyson, you handsome devil.

There he is!

My daughters.
My precious daughters.

Precious, and... persuasive.

- As their father,you should know...
- Don't you dare.

My apologies.
You... seem like a noble man.

- Your wife speaks very highly of you.
- You know Isabelle?

You have gone too far.

I hope you enjoy hell.

Excusez-moi?

A bo staff?

That's unusual in
these parts, Monsieur..?

Follow me if you want sanctuary.

Does this sanctuary serve ale?

You have quite the
reputation. Thief. Con.

- Philanderer.
- You are proud of this?

Tickled. Look, we both know
the French like to talk.

Not just the French. You're
infamous throughout Europe.

Okay, now I'm proud.

You're powerful, Dyson.
Capable of more. Of good.

Alternately, your robe
smells like turnips.

And I'm late for a rendez- vous
with a farmer's wife.

So farewell, crazy.

You will listen!
The Helskor!

The ancient Hel-shoes, sought
after by the most powerful Fae.

Including The One Who Wanders...

I've heard the tales.
Wars waged. Blood shed.

They can only be worn
by The Worthy Hero.

It is rumored that a
Prince has uncovered them.

Selling them to the highest bidder.

You must intercept them before
they fall into the wrong hands.

It is said that they can
lead to the end of days.

What do I get?

- What do you want?
- Francs.

What do you really you want?

Who are you?

Fitzpatrick McCorrigan.

Thanks for the tip
on the shoes... Trick.

Shoes... shoes...

Milkmaids.
Boobs.

Oh. It's good to know
Dyson was an intellectual.

Hel-shoes.
Bo staff!

Trick. Trick.

It's a non-sequitur party,
and we're all invited.

Bo, you're not making any sense.

He who wanders.

What? What was that?
What was that?

Helsk?r.

What else about the The
Wanderer, Bo? Come on.

Boobs.

Okay. Boobs it is.

Enter on your feet and leave on a cloud!

Bienvenue au Cabaret Du Ciel!

Heavenly.

You have entered a place
where dreams come true,

outside of time and space.

Grab a beverage.

Hmm. Grab an angel.

It is time to fly!

Where's my drink?

Oh, Connard. You take
all the fun out of my job.

Memory glitch much?

That doesn't make any sense...

Everyone seems to want
a piece of Le Prince tonight.

Especially face over there.

What a charmer.

Calls himself Crater.
Here on "business".

An Angel with her ear
to the ground. Go on...

Traveling Prince. Great
fortune. Seeks excitement.

Ignores la plus pas barmaid as
he waits the main attraction!

You know who?

She does not attract the
crowd she used to, hm?

They don't know
what they're missing...

Get to her boudoire
before The Prince does...

Vite! Showtime!

Madames et Monsieurs...

Let me present to you...
Madmoiselle Flora Blooms.

Thanks subconscious.
Subtle.

Looks like Dyson's enjoying it too.

No no. No! Flora slash Lauren
isn't done singing yet.

In French!

He is an upstanding
citizen of this colony.

A protector of The Light.

And a murderer. He risked
revealing our kind to humans.

The Wolf will be killed for his crimes.

As former Ash and heir
to the Zamora clan,

may I remind you that Dyson
has fought for many lives.

Helped defeat the Garuda.
Risked his life for our people!

- You have to consider.
- We consider.

We refute.
You are dismissed.

Is this what you call
justice? Peace?

I have had it with this fascism.
The Fae have had enough!

Soon they will rise above!
And they will rule themselves!

Oops.
I swear I had it on vibrate.

You have brought
a human into our chambers?

Of your many insults,
this is the most galling.

Kenzi.

No! No no no! Una Mens!
Lock me up, not him!

Proceed with the Wolf's execution.
And the human will join him.

Come on, Bo.
Find those Dyson's alibi

and get out of there.
You can do this...

It's been weeks.
Where have you been?

- You care?
- No. Of course I don't.

You need to leave.

Something's afoot with our Prince.

Hence my heavy agenda of
scheming and stealing. Now go.

This Prince carries more than just coin.

- Go on...
- Helsk?r.

C'est ridicule!
They don't exist.

Or they do. And the Prince
is in posession of them.

Imagine. Imagine how much
we could get for them.

Thousands. Maybe more...

You could finally hang
up your floral brassiere.

- Times are changing.
- The end of an era.

Adieu, La Belle Epoque!

You know, the people don't
look at me like they used to.

Now you're just fishing.
They adore you.

Non. They see an
illusion. A cheap illusion.

They don't really know me.

But you know...
if we pull this off...

I could return to the
tree of Gernika. To my grass.

- My meadows...
- You could buy back your Basque forest...

This Cabaret will miss
having a Leshii Fae around.

They can find another woodland
spirit to seduce the rich.

This is my way out.

But you know...
I might miss the perks.

Is that what I am to you?
Hmm? A perk?

Since you came with the
tip, we'll split the profits.

Fifty-fifty.

Then flee together. So I can
protect you on your travels.

I don't need your protection.

But if you want to join
me, explore my land...

So... this is happening.

For... investigative purposes.
Right?

Right.

Breathing is irregular.
Heart rate is increasing.

Slightly rapid.
What are you seeing in there?

Hmm.
Really? Chocolate spread?

You can't have get peanut
butter like everybody else?

Lauren...

Yes? Hi! I'm here!
I'm here. Hi.

Lauren. Oh Lauren ...

Wov. Even in Dyson's subconscious
you're thinking of me?

Score one for the Doctor.

Unless that's... Dyson talking?

Ninety eight, ninety seven, ninety six,

- ninty five...
- That can't be good.

Who is it?

It is I, the Prince!

You have to hide.

- Signal if you need me.
- I can handle this.

You don't wanna give me a safe word?

Oui: Back off.

Cherie!

Why, hello Prince Filipe.

- Should I bow, or ...
- Please.

Allow me to introduce myself.

I am Prince Filipe the Third.
I have traveled from Castille

to make your delectable acquaintance.

You've come from so far.
Let me lighten your load.

What do you fancy, Prince Filipe?

- You do not waste time.
- Oh...

Time is a game played
beautifully by children.

- I hate children.
- Hmm... wise man.

Let's begin.

A blindfold?

Please, I've came so far
to see your petals in bloom.

And you will, you will.

But the unknown can also
be so... titillating.

What do you think you are doing?

Foreplay?

You shouldn't touch what
doesn't belong to you...

- I had him.
- A thank you would suffice.

Thank you, but now we have
concussed royalty on our hands.

- His soldiers ...
- Only need to be told

that he is resting
after his long voyage.

- And his night with you.
- What if they search us?

They won't think twice
to look at your feet.

Open!

C'est qui?

I seek the Prince.

He's ...
occupied at the moment!

Help me get them on!

Perfect fit. Let's go.

Your eyes ...

Now's not a time for
compliments, we have to...

Dyson. It burns...

I have been denied.

The Helsk?r are not intended for me.

Open.

They won't come off!

Those are some efficient
monks. Didn't miss an inch!

I wasn't gonna say anything, but...

Hey, I crawled through a sewer
to rescue your sweet hiney.

- So don't even.
- It's clever. Masking your scent.

Yeah.

I'm glad you're here.
At least now I won't be bored.

Imminent death? Hair-frizzing humidity?

- What a snoozefest.
- It's kinda like a day off.

It's nice to sit around and
wait to be saved for once.

Are you not even a little scared?

What I am is impressed.

That you managed to get in
here without getting caught.

When do we get out of here,

I think it's time I start training you.

- For what?
- To be a Shadow Thief.

- A Shadow-wha...?
- Interested?

Yeah, It sounds like
a freakin' Xbox game.

First task: lose the ringtone.

Oh no, I'm out.
Can't do that.

I can feel Bo.
She's in my memories.

Worried about what she'll find?

Let's just say when you've
lived as long as I have...

I've got regrets.

D, did you actually
murder someone?

It's a long story.

Believe it or not, it
starts with a pair of shoes.

Sounds like my kind of story...

Yeah.

If Flora did all this.
Why is Dyson being blamed?

- Fifty five, fifty four, fifty three
- No. No, no, no...

It stinks in here!
Dear period France: wash.

Time's almost up. You
need to cut the string,

you're the only one who can do it.

What's with the coach?

Your memories are fusing with Dyson's.
You need to listen to me.

No! I don't have
enough information yet.

I have to find out
why he's being framed.

If you stay, you're dumb!
But damn it, I'm impressed.

You have lasted longer in someone's
memory than anyone I've ever seen.

- Then help me!
- You're brave.

And... something else.
Something new.

You sure you want to
sacrifice it all for a wolf?

I have to try.

Eleven, ten, nine,
eight, seven ...

Three, two, one...

- They're real.
- What? What's real?!

Do you know what kinda
danger this puts me in?!

I never wanted to see any of this shit!

- Wait, what about Bo?
- I tried tapping her out.

- What? She stayed?
- Yeah.

When she wakes up,
One: get the straight jacket ready.

Two: You're all dead
because of those shoes.

What shoes? Wait!
You have to go back in and get her!

- I already cut my string.
- Get. In. Bed. Trick...

Can suck my left tit!
Look...

whatever you do, don't cut the
red string of fate yourself.

'Kay?

Blood.
So much blood...

Flora.
You don't wanna do this.

Can't stop.
And I won't stop.

- I don't wanna hurt you.
- Now that's no fun.

Because I want to hear you whimper.

Please. For me?

What have I done?

It's not you. It's the shoes.

All the darkest parts
of myself... all of them.

- Here. Now.
- We're going to get you out of this.

- They won't come off. They can't.
- Ohh! They have to!

I don't want to hurt anyone.
I don't want to hurt you.

I'll fix this. Flora,
stay with me. Stay with me!

I love you.

No you don't.
My love is the forest.

And yours?

I have a feeling that
yours is yet to come.

And when she does, she will be ...

Oh, no, no. Stay with me, Flora.
Stay with me.

I think I liked it better when you
were muttering nonsense.

What's going on?

Come on. Wake up, Bo!

Bo, wake up!

Bo, I hope you can see this...

Because I'm coming in.

No more bullets?

A man with a reputation like yours,
everyone will think it was you.

- No...
- Give me the shoes.

No. What did you do?

I was provided with
explicit instructions.

Get shoes.
Whatever the cost.

Now run.

Like you have always done.
Leave the shoes behind.

You killed her.

Mortis. Invenio. In unitate.

You don't care about this woman.

You have never cared
about anyone but yourself.

Rotterdam 1864,
the fire at Boijmans.

London 1817, your implication
in the Poyais scheme.

The countless men you
conned, the women you shamed.

- Be quiet!
- You are a waste of flesh.

All you have ever done
is steal and screw.

And now your selfishness
has killed Flora.

In fact, we were counting on this.

You're right.
This is all my fault.

Now you can resume your life as it was.

Go on.

Run.

"Go on. Run..."

- For a second, I considered it.
- Why? You were innocent.

I wasn't. I did it.
I killed Flora.

Crater shot her.

I was the one who made
her put on those shoes.

Because of me,
she killed those people.

Because of me, she was killed.

- Dyson. You didn't know.
- But I thought I did.

My arrogance, my ignorance.
That was my crime.

And the past has caught up to me, Kenzi.

What happened next?

Give me the shoes. Be free.

If you think I will let
you and your masters,

whoever they may be,
possess this sort of evil.

You are mistaken.

If you want The Helsk?r, you're
gonna have to kill me first.

Hah!

Let me guess, you're
here for the shoes too?

I never wanted them.

I seek a second for the New World.

- Second to whom?
- If you are interested,

meet me in my prayer room before dawn.

I always imagined I'd go motel pool-side.

You know...
Twizzler in one hand.

Liam Neeson in the other.

You're shaking.

Bo's greatest skill has never
been her punctuality, you know?

The number of times she left
me alone with a crazy client?

But when it matters,
she always makes it.

She always saves the day.

Right?

It's not over yet, Kenzi.

Mortis. Invenio. In unitate.

You have failed to abide by
the sacred rules of the Fae.

If you have any last
words, speak them now.

Oh-god-oh-god-oh-god.

The human has spoken for you, then.

I just stole your last words?
Oh my god, I suck!

Release the human and
I'll give you The Helsk?r!

Dyson, you can't do that.

I couldn't save Flora.
But I can save you.

After all these years, why should
we trust you know of their location?

Because I have one in my possession.

Release Kenzi, and I will reveal
the location of the second.

What did you just do?

No one will ever suffer
again, as you did.

I will hide the shoes. Somewhere
no one will ever look...

Bo.

It's not you. You died.
I had to bury you!

Well that's not me.
You're getting confused.

- No!
- Your memories are melding, Bo.

Hey! What do you want?!
What are you trying to tell me?

Dyson's championship belt?

I don't know what that means!

Bobo, you've got to try this.
Fidgey nuts. Cold. Inyomouth.

Kenzi.

- What's happening?
- You have to come back!

You have to cut your red string, Bo.

You're gone. There's
nothing to come back for.

There's Dyson. He needs you.

Dyson...

He's trying to tell me something...

I know ...

No no... no no no no.

A human can't be in there.
Lauren! Lauren!

Oh, shit!
Then how do I get you out?

Don't cut the string.
Cut the string.

Bo?
Bo, I cut my string.

Are you still you?

- Say something.
- I know how to save Dyson.

They have checked your
location. There is no Helsk?r.

Get a map, dweebs.
I just got to it first.

Found it encased in your
framed championship belt.

Also, wrapped in a jock strap.

- It was clean.
- Stephen Hawking clever.

Set Dyson and Kenzi free
and you get the stank shoe

Mortis invenio in unetate.

You.

You. You ordered Crater to get
the shoes. Whatever the cost.

She is...
more than we expected.

Well, glad you finally got the memo.

Dyson's not guilty of murder.
You are.

Now, do you want the shoe or not?

Mhm.
It tastes like warm squishy love.

The hot dog or freedom?

- Mhm.
- That was close. Too close.

And I usually like close.
A close shave.

Glenn Close. Close
Encounters of the Third Kind.

- Amen.
- You know? Neurosurgery? I can do.

Walking and eating?
I struggle with.

You know... not to get all
cheese-dog or anything,

but guys,
the gang's is all back together!

Someone, somewhere tied a Red
String of Fate around all of us.

Amen.

Bo, according to legend, that's
only intended for two people.

I don't care. It makes
me feel fuzzy inside.

Like we all belong together.

Destiny only takes you so far.

Actually staying together takes work.

You look damn cute in those monk robes.

Friar Tuck fetish? Hot!

Oh. Okay...
Chew, swallow.

You're quiet.

That was intimate.
You. In me, for once.

Such a way with words.

I could feel you.

Sent you a message
without even knowing it.

- I'm glad you got it.
- Our minds work well together.

Yes they do.

Hey D man!

What happened after you buried Flora?

I didn't think you would come.

- I couldn't save her.
- You tried.

Trying is not enough.

Trying doesn't bring her back.
I am worthless.

No.
You have just been... lost.

And so have I.
I don't wanna fight anymore.

No more weapons, no more wars.

We will start a Fae colony.
A better life.

A new start... together.

- Why me?
- You're pure of heart.

A soldier. A shifter.

- You know?
- You served The King of Alieach.

Were betrayed.

Broke free from your pack.
Went lone wolf.

But we cannot do good alone.

No matter how powerful we may seem.

The Blood King.

But you disappeared long ago.
Many think you are dead.

I'd like to keep it that way.

You are a hero, Dyson.
It is written.

It is your destiny.

Destiny is nothing without action...

I swear fealty to you, Blood King.

Well, look how you turned out,
saving our tight butts all the time.

- Trick is the true savior.
- Not to me. Not lately.

That's not fair. He doesn't know
about the mark on your chest.

What mark on your chest?

That's besides the point.
I mean...

I'm done tip toeing around this.

He's the Blood King.
He's my Grandfather.

Why hasn't he helped me
figure out why I was taken?

He's always trying to protect you.

Bullshit.
He's scared of something.

I know you guys don't want to
admit it, but you've seen it!

- I know you have.
- The Shoes. The One Who Wanders.

Why didn't you or Trick tell me
about this connection before?!

Because I couldn't remember until now.
Something blacked it out.

Yeah well, there seems to be
a lot of that going around.

We need to find The Wanderer.

Find out why he took me.
Why I'm Dark.

- How are we getting to him?
- There's something he wants.

Something that he's always wanted.

Dyson, where's that second Hel-shoe?

- I gave it to Angel.
- The bartender?

And fellow shifter.

I told her to flee. Keep it hidden.

Wait for the True hero.

Well, I think we're all done waiting.

'Cause here I come.