Lost Girl

Thank you for your help.

This bag... smells like feet!

We need to hurry, the guard could be back at any second.

Listen, I know you said that you wanted me to see Nadia,

and I know that I said I'd be mature about this entire thing,

but I just... I don't really feel it's all that necessary anymore, so--

Look, if someboby that I slept with and care about

told me they had a girlfriend in a coma,

trapped inside a top secret facility run by

a society of uber-humanoids called the Fae--

I'd think it was a blow off.

I really need you to meet her.

Okay.

Wow!

She's so pretty.

Even...like this.

Can't imagine what she must look like

when she's up and walking around.

She has the most beautiful smile.

You know, ever since we got a lead

all I can think about is finding a cure for her--

Well--

I guess the only thing left to do--

is figure out what this nail means.

The Morrigan never said anything else--

How the nail could "save" her?

No, and I get the feeling that

even if she did know something, she'd take

too much pleasure in torturing me to ever tell me.

Thank you.

For letting me see Nadia.

We'll figure this out. I promise.

Farewell and adieu--

Fair Spanish ladies--

Hey!

What the hell do you think you're doin'?!

Ugh!

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.

Wait, your husband was kidnapped?

Christoph died less than a week ago.

Donovan went to the cemetery this morning,

the grave was dug up and his body was gone.

They desecrated his grave--

His memory.

What kind of a sick animal could do such a thing?

Did you or Christoph have any issues with anyone?

Any enemies?

Everyone loved Christoph.

Donny's my oldest friend, so--

I need you two to help me.

Please, find out what happened.

Of course. Anything, you know that.

Yeah, I just have to get out of a security detail.

It's not a biggie.

This is him--

Do you have any idea what he was wearing

when he was, uh--

Taken.

Leotards, tights and slippers-

Excuse me?

Christoph was one of the finest dancers in the world.

He was buried the way he lived.

I never got a chance to say sorry--

He just wanted me to be present--

Not work, but I yelled--

I made him drive to the theater by himself--

It took them 3 hours to get his body out of the wreck--

My partner was knocked out cold--

The sky started to fill up with dark clouds,

there was a storm brewing--

A storm of thunder, lightening--

And Hale--

But then, the Behemoth let out a mighty howl.

He was ready to rock, so I looked that fool

dead in the eye-- He only had one eye--

and I sang him to sleep until he was sucking

his thumb like a kitten 'bout to wet the bed.

Yeah, I mean, what can I say, ladies?

I got a job to do, so I do it.

Dyson: Hale!

Heeeey-- What's up, man?

I was just telling my friends here how we took down

that Behemoth that time.

Oh yeah, that was back in the day.

We were lucky to have this, uh--

Sexy, singin' superstar along.

Hey, did I tell you about the new

security detail I just pulled?

What? What detail?

The Glaive.

The Glaive! My man, Dyson,

Protecting the Attorney General for all Fae kind.

The only problem is I can't do it.

Trick needs me to do something else.

So, I need to find someone, uh--

Smart, tough, competent, sexy wouldn't hurt--

Hey, ladies, you know anybody by that description?

Do you know anyone with that description?

I don't know, man, it's a big committment,

twelve hours.

I'm your man.

Who else you gonna trust with The Glaive?

I don't know--

People say Sirens are sexy ladies

sittin' side-saddle on a rock

singing folks to their death, but uh--

He knows I'm as tough as they come! Yeah!

Right?

You know, I don't know.

Looks like you got your hands full here--

I don't wanna take that away from you--

I think--

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa--

Come on, man. Why you playin'?

You want this?

Yes!

Alright, you got it!

Alright!

Okay--

Oh, and here she is--

Whoa, whoa, whoa--

I thought the Glaive was older--

What is she like a Fae Doogie Howser or something?

Well, the detail's not for the Glaive, per se,

it's for her daughter, and--

She comes with instructions.

I bet--

Dyson.

Tori.

Good luck!

"No booze, no boys, no rap music, no coffee--"

Got it.

Are you as boring as Dyson?

Excuse me?

Bo: Imagine coming to lay flowers

and the man you love is gone--

I smell something.

Here--

I'm no grave digger, but aren't they

supposed to go in the ground?

It's a hunting kill.

Shot to the head, throat's been slit

to drain the blood before the heart stops

so the meat doesn't spoil.

Never take me hunting.

Strange, though--

They've only taken the sweetbreads.

The delicacies--

So, we're looking for a flesh-eating Fae foody?

Or his butcher.

Cheenoo.

Who's Cheenoo?

Not a who. A what.

It's a type of Fae that only eats human flesh.

And you wonder why I never alligned myself with a clan--

Can't wait to meet this guy.

And the behemoth lets out a mighty howl--

And he starts running, he's ready to get down--

Omigod--

I was timing that entire dumb story

to see how long it would take you to realize

that I actually didn't care what you were talking about,

but now, even that's boring.

Hey!

Is there anything in the Fae world

that can get that new doggy smell off tights?

What brings you down, Little Momma?

I was helping my cuz with his pit bulls

at the doggie dentist--

Dude, there is not enough suction

in that little tube for dog slobber--

And now I'm thinking, why not hook up with my bestie

Succubus our way into the spa

so momma can score herself a little rinse.

Who's this?

Big security detail I'm doing. Very high profile client.

He's babysitting for my mom.

And he won't let me do anything fun at all.

It sucks.

Hale , does the trust fund Fae-by speak the truth?

I have very specific orders

that I have to follow to the letter.

I'm not allowed to do anything.

You see this?

I'm telepathic so I don't need a cell phone.

But my stupid mom makes me wear a stupid tracking bracelet

so she can track my whereabouts all the time.

That is a raw deal.

Yeah and when my stuff was gettin' messed up like that

I hit the road and I ain't never look back.

Oh-- Easy, Kenz--

Tori: What kind of Fae are you?

Light or Dark?