Lost Girl

Here, Crickety McCrickerson...

Bo...

Do you want to find the Zambian cricket of good fortune or not?

I think my shins passed "good fortune" two hours ago.

Warmer.

The stupid chirping is bouncing off every wall.

You need to be able to distinguish

the original cricket sound from the echo of its sound.

Hale went full speakeasy? Ridiculous.

Shhhh! Warmer, Bo.

Warmer. That's good...

Good, Bo. Now concentrate.

Gotcha!

I missed him. Again.

It was behind you the entire time.

That was your last chance to secure the cricket's good fortune.

Something you desperately need for The Dawning.

- And you failed, Bo. - That's a bit harsh.

Perhaps you need to let me do my job, bartender.

- I wish Kenzi were here. - You heard what Stella said.

- Humans taint this part of the process... - I am never going to be ready.

Don't talk like that. You're going to pull through this just fine.

You don't know that!

Bo, The Dawning isn't all horror shows and near-death experiences.

- It's... - ...something that we all go through.

And yes, some of it is difficult. But it is manageable.

So you have been listening.

Hale said he had to drink six pints of sour Lochness juice.

- And Dyson told you about his fleas. - Yeah...

- I guess I do have a fighting chance. - Atta girl.

Alright, coach... what's next?

In order to enter the temple you must be given The Invitation.

So now you wait.

Oh, please tell me that involves sitting on my tired little ass.

- The day is yours. - Yes!

Trick...

I owe you an apology for my rudeness.

To make it up, I'd like to take you to dinner.

- Tonight. - Sure. Of course. Tonight.

Wear something nice.

Hey, babe.

Yeah, I miss you too.

No... all I want is the longest afternoon nap ever.

Then popcorn and a movie on the couch with you.

Yeah, I'll call you later. Love you.

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 belong to a world hidden from humans.

I won't hide anymore.

I will live the life I choose.

3x08 - "Fae-ge Against the Machine"

If you are a cricket, I will totally kill you.

Eeek! I was on my way over when I called...

- I couldn't wait to see you. - Oh, hon, me too, but I'm so tired...

How did it go today? Did you kick ass?

You look tired. Are you tired?

Are you on crack?

Seriously, hon. Have you been doing

experiments without your respirator thingy... because, I...

Look.

"We congratulate you on being the recipient

of The Moses Gomberg Distinguished Award

for Outstanding Contribution in the Field...

... of Free Radicals!"

- The banquet is tonight? - I know. I wasn't their first choice.

The award was originally going to Michael Snoode.

- I take it his science is sucky? - He's a total fraud.

He completely fudged his radical numbers. It's all over the message boards.

Bo, I knew they'd have to choose another recipient,

but I didn't think it would be me!

Well, that's... radical!

You'll come with me, right? I mean, you'll be my plus-one?

And see the sexiest scientist in the universe celebrated?

- Hell yes. - Eeeek!

Okay, you go home, get yourself all dolled up, crack open some bubbly.

We'll hit the pre-awards cocktails at 4, settle in for the banquet

at 5 and wait for the 6 o'clock acceptance speeches to begin.

Yes, we will! Yes, we will!

Acceptance speeches... I have to write one.

Oh my God, I need a dress. I need a dress. Have to have a dress...

- Do you have a dress? - I have a dress...

We should both wear dresses. I love you!

Well, well, well...

- aren't you two cute. - Who are you all sparkly for?

I'm taking you out to lunch.

- Why would you want to do that? - Because everyone's been lying to you.

This is lunch?

Tomato juice. Celery. Vodka. Looks like lunch to me.

I always thought a Dark bar would be more leather and spikes.

With peanut shells on the floor...

for some reason, I always saw peanut shells.

But, this looks like a Light bar to me.

Except more attitude. We've got serious attitude.

Yeah, but that's not what we're here to talk about, is it?

There's a good chance you won't make it through The Dawning.

That's not what Trick says. Or Hale, or Dyson.

I have listened to them bullshit you all week. The Dawning...

The Dawning is the most brutal thing you'll ever go through.

- Times infinity. - Are you to throw me off my trying game?

Because this is my life we're talking about here.

I'm trying to help you.

Oh... The leather.

The leather.

When in doubt... always go with leather.

Strange device.

It must be Hale's.

Wait... I've seen something like this before.

- Though never so complex. - What is it?

This is Bo's invitation to The Dawning. In the form of a game.

She must have activated it...

It's ready! The game has begun.

- We'll have to do it for her. - Do what?

Play the game. Wherever she is, whatever she's doing,

- the game will affect her. - So what do we do?

Someone else has to play.

- Who? - Her closest blood relative.

And Bo's immediate future... depends on you.

Why didn't anyone else tell me this?

Because they are trying to protect you.

But once you're inside, you have to know it is only you.

- What if I'm not strong enough? - You gotta...

What's that shit called? "Self-talk."

What? Like, I'm powerful, and brave, I'm...

Bo...

- Right? - Yeah. That's me.

I'm Pike.

Gosh, I have wanted to meet the unaligned Succubus for years.

Oh honey, if you're trying to pick up you're going too slow.

Why don't we skip to the part where she says no, then you can scoot.

Look, I don't want to rain on anyone's parade. But my friends and I...

well, we were wondering how you can...

call yourself "unaligned" when you're clearly Light.

And how you can just walk into one of our bars

and play in our sandbox.

Okay... Is there going to be trouble here?

Something tells me we're not in for a group hug.

- We're gonna need a distraction. - 'Kay.

That'll do!

Go, go, go!

- Thanks. - Balzac.

- Well, thanks, Balzac, I owe you one. - Excellent.

- No! Crap... - What?

You said you owe me one, then you shook on it ...

softest hands, do you moisturize? But that favour?

I'm really gonna have to call that in now.

You must help me find that which I truly seek.

- Once again... what? - You made a deal with a Spriggan.

- And it's binding. - What the hell's a Spriggan?

So I shake a hand of Dark Pixie, and now I owe you my IOU?

Yeah, uh-huh, exactly..

I'm not much of a "rules" kind of girl.

You couldn't walk away if you wanted to.

Watch me. This is me, walking away...

They all try that one!

They all try, it never works through... but I love your chutzpah.

But that favour? Saving cookie?

I really need it. But then you're free!

Of course you, my dear, have made no binding agreement so you may leave.

What, and miss all the fun? Nuh-uh.

So what's this favour?

Whichever I choose... Bo will be affected?

Yes. But each could either help her or hinder her.

I can't do that.

Bo is a descendant of your blood.

Whatever she would choose, will be a choice derived from you.

Therefore you already know the answer.

There's isn't much time. You must choose.

Now we wait.

How many sub-basements does this place have?

Well, Fang's secret lair is very... well, secret.

Wait a minute... Fang? The Tong Boss?

That guy's seriously bad news, dude.

Yes, but with Bo's Succubus charm, he will be putty in our hands.

And you're sure this Cookie we're rescuing from him is here?

Oh yes, she's very small...

All right. Let's do this.

Great. Bricks.

That means the secret hideout must be... here!

Only it's not. What do we do now?

Bo, you wanna step in here?

If Fang's hide-out is so secret, how did we find it so easily?

There's got to be a catch.

No, I don't think so, dear. I really don't think so.

I think we took a wrong-turn at the pistons?

Excellent!

Bo has succeeded.

- And if she'd failed? - It would have turned black.

And Bo?

The result would not have been good.

The feared Tong Boss is a teenaged hipster?

Do not be fooled by his appearance.

Fang is as dangerous as his name suggests.

It's one of those kinds of games.

- And what kind of game would that be? - The kind that needs to be fed.

And again, you must choose.

- Yewberries? - Oh, dear...

So! You find your way in.