Shadowhunters: The Mortal Instruments (Shadowhunters)

Hey, can you watch where you're going?

You can see me?

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Hi.

I'm Clary Fray.

This landscape is very... decorative.

Well, I wasn't really going for decorative, exactly.

- What are those? - Oh, those. Nothing, just, um...

some ideas for a graphic novel I'm drawing with a friend.

Really, it's just there by mistake.

The Brooklyn Academy of Art doesn't believe in mistakes.

Give me the professors' names and I... I will end them.

You know, with... with a scathing e-mail to the dean.

Don't bother.

- _ - What?

- Sad face? Really? -

Well played, well played.

Thank you. You know, it's weird.

They kind of liked my assigned work,

but they flipped out over the drawings for our graphic novel.

- You're welcome. - This day will go down in history

as the greatest 18th birthday I ever had.

Which is why we are celebrating tonight.

Yes, with Maureen, after our show.

Absolutely.

So... what's the deal with you and Maureen?

What deal? No deal. We sing together.

You seriously don't know she's been crushing on you this whole time?

What? No. No.

Simon, how can someone as smart and perceptive as you

not realize that the person sitting right there is in love with you?

I guarantee you I'm not the only smart,

perceptive person to make that mistake.

That's a latte.

But I could have sworn I had a biscotti.

Maybe you ate it really fast and didn't even notice.

Happens to me all the time. When I'm happy... when I'm sad.

- - But I will replace your mythical biscotti

- with an actual one. - Thank you.

You know what? Here's to you.

- L'chaim. - L'chaim.

- - Same MO as the others?

Yeah, this one's drained of blood.

This makes seven.

Yeah, not good.

Hey, Captain Vargas.

Another body drained of blood?

We're thinking formalin pump.

Alaric and I are chasing down a bunch of leads.

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You know she can tell when you decline a call, right?

Yep.

I need you to do something for me.

What? Catch these guys?

Besides that.

Marry Jocelyn. What are you waiting for?

Me and Jocelyn, we're...

- we're different. -

- It's for Clary's birthday. -

You're already acting like a husband, go be one.

- Hey, Dot. - Hey!

How's your future looking?

- Not as good as yours. - Hmm.

The tarot cards tell me you got into the advanced program.

And by "the tarot cards," you mean, "Simon's Twitter account"?

- Okay, I follow him. - Mmm.

Turns out, predicting the future with tarot cards is very complicated.

But, I do see a birthday present in your future.

- Dot! - Okay, open it!

Wow!

Yeah, you might want to keep that on the DL,

'cause your mom's my boss and I don't want her to flip out.

- Yeah, but that's how I know it's cool. -

You know, you're way better at gift-giving

than magically predicting the future.

Nothing magical about it. I just buy the things I wanna wear.

- Happy birthday. - Thank you.

I love you, Clary.

- I love you, too. -

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, happy birthday.

Go up and see your mom.

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- Mom! - You did it! Yay!

You also follow Simon?

He only has 92 followers.

- He needs the retweets. Congratulations. -

Thank you. Hashtag, stalker mom.

Happy birthday.

It's called a stele.

What is it, like, a paperweight?

No, it's much more than that.

It's very ancient.

I want you to have it.

- It's a family heirloom. - We Frays have heirlooms?

- A few. - You know, it's weird.

I doodled something that looked like this this morning.

I must have seen this around the house somewhere.

- Honey, I need to... -

Simon. He's on his way over.

- But we need to talk. - I can't right now. I gotta change.

- I'm going to see Champagne Enema tonight. - What?

Yeah, I know. It's the new band name.

But Simon and Maureen are taking me out after.

But it's... It's your 18th birthday, and, uh...

everything's gonna change for you now.

Mom, we've had the talk. I'm good.

We need to have a much different and more important talk.

And we will.

But can it be over breakfast, all right?

I love you.

Thank you for the heirloom.

I love you.

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Your daughter looks just like you.

It's the hair.

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Come on.

Magnus!

Please, Magnus, only a warlock can do this.

Mom?

It's okay, honey. It's for the best.

You're not protecting her, you're deceiving her.

For as long as possible.

She won't be a child forever, Jocelyn.

For now, I don't want her part of our world.

Mom, I don't wanna do this.

Please, take her memories.

Hey, sorry I'm late. Captain's got me on those demonic murders.

- Look at the drawings. -

It's already happening.

We both knew this time was coming. We'll tell her together.

No, it was my choice. I'll do it alone.

All right. Well, do it soon.

And if she's unprepared, your life is in danger.

And so is Clary's.

- Hey, Luke, what's up? - Hey!

- Incredible drawings. - Oh, thanks.

And I got you these.

- Spray paint. - Oh, they're perfect.

If I catch any of that paint on city walls, I will arrest you.

The paint is for Simon's van.

- I'm insisting they rename the band. - Oh, yes, please.

- Yeah. - Did your mom talk to you about that?

The heirloom. Yeah, it's beautiful.

- Clary, you're 18 now, and... - What is with you guys?

I'm turning 18, it's not like I'm headed off on some epic journey.

But you are!

See, we are going to Lombardi's

- to celebrate your birthday after our gig. -

You should come back here after.

The city's not that safe right now.

Ah, thanks, Mom, but we're set.

Yeah, we will take a rain check.

Wait. Do I smell chicken cacciatore?

Simon, your gig.

- Oh, you're singing? - Yes, big gig.

- And by big, I mean not so. -

Losing circulation here.

Breakfast, you and me, tomorrow.

- Promise? - Yep.

Mom... uh, Mom?

Mom, you have to let me go. I'm biologically and legally an adult.

Yeah.

That's what I'm afraid of.

- Shall we? - Yes.

Just let her be a kid for one last day.

Okay.

My mom is so overprotective lately.

- - So, do you remember in Aliens,

when the alien queen was defending her eggs from Ripley?

In this scenario, is my mom Ripley or the alien queen?

- Both. - What?

A mother defending her young.

Defending me from what?

I spend all day in an art studio.

My life couldn't be more mundane.