The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones

Yeah, no, I know, but when you tell me to do something...

I'm gonna do it, so I'm e-mailing him right now.

Well, I don't know how quick he's gonna get back...

'cause you know sometimes he doesn't check, so...

Yeah, and after the poetry reading, I'm not going home.

I mean, it's my birthday, so I want to go to a club.

No, Simon, I'm not gonna lie to her.

I'm just not gonna tell her.

Let me go park the truck.

See you later, all right? Okay.

Hi, Dorothea, how are you?

I'm good, thanks for asking.

So I'll just call, I guess, and get extra tickets.

Yeah, sure.

I'll do it right now. Hey, you.

Simon.

Yeah.

Hi, Simon. Yeah.

He says, "Call me."

Yeah, yeah, she just got home.

I'm sure she can hear you, she's standing right here.

Hey, Luke. How's it going, Clary?

No, I'll get dressed quick. Do you want some coffee?

If we keep talking, I'm gonna be late.

Yeah, I'll meet you there. Bye.

Did you just use the...

How are you feeling?

Fine, why?

You make sure you come straight home tonight.

Mom, come on. Just a poetry reading.

I know.

Bye.

You need to talk to her, Jocelyn.

She's not ready, not yet.

Yes, she is.

You're not.

By the way, thanks for doing this. His poetry means a lot to him.

That's what friends are for.

Come...

my faux juggernaut...

my nefarious loins.

Slather...

Every protuberance with arid zeal.

Agony.

Agony.

Torment.

I can't listen to this. You want another coffee?

Yeah.

Like tiny crocus petals whisper death...

Cappuccino and espresso.

Rain drowns the earth...

Hi. Hey.

Shivering breezes weave through a morbid tapestry...

of festering disease.

Turgid is my torment.

There you go.

Thank you.

Rain drowns the earth...

That blonde girl over there was totally flirting with you.

Ask her out.

Nah, it wouldn't be fair. Why?

Well, because...

Because I'm saving myself for someone else.

Who?

...is my torment.

Hey.

Thank you, thank you very much.

Thank you.

Think he's getting worse.

As his friend, you should probably tell him.

Maybe his poetry is great, we just don't know it yet.

Hey.

Let's go in here.

I want to ask what that symbol means.

Clary, we'll never get in.

Such the eternal optimist.

This is so not like you.

Just go with it for once.

Hi. What does that symbol mean?

What symbol? Yeah, what symbol?

It's right there. You don't... you don't see it?

No.

Hey, that was cool.

Yeah, we're fitting in.

Move it, go with it.

Clary, you want a drink?

Yeah.

Clary, Clary, what is it?

You didn't see that?

I know what I saw. They killed the guy that let us in the club.

Did you drink something? Yeah... no, Simon.

You know, I've heard sometimes they pump hallucinogenic stuff...

into the air vents to make sure people have a good time.

Okay then, how come you're fine? Did we breathe different air?

I don't know. Let's just go home.

You okay? Yeah, fine.

You've been sleeping all day.

And you didn't come home till late last night.

Yeah, well, I'm home, okay?

Well, you can't go.

Well, I sold another painting. I wanted to celebrate with you.

To what, your one buyer?

Who is this guy, anyway?

He probably just buys your stuff 'cause he's into you.

I'm sure you'll just string him along, like you do with Luke.

You really want to have that conversation?

What's that supposed to mean?

Simon. He's like my brother.

I doubt he feels that way.

Okay, well, I'm gonna go.

No, no, you can't. This is ridiculous.

Where are you going? I'm just going to Java Jones.

Jesus! No, just me.

Come on, Simon.

Clary. There's something I want to tell you, okay?

We can talk about this later.

Bye, Mrs. Fray.

Look, suddenly I'm drawing hundreds of these things...

and I have no idea what they are.

I don't know. I think I'm going out of my mind.

You know, maybe you're like the guy in Close Encounters.

Everybody thought he was paranoid...

and then there turned out to be, well...

UFO, reasonable, like...

Oh, God, this isn't happening.

What? This isn't happening.

Okay, now you're freaking me out.

Clary, are you...

What are you looking at?

Wait here.

Where's the Cup, Jocie?

How did you find me?

You can thank your daughter for that.

Why can I see you and no one else can?

I was going to ask you the same question.

I don't even know why I'm talking to you.

You're a killer, a cold-blooded killer.

As opposed to a peace-loving killer?

I know what I saw.

You think you know.

Why am I drawing this?

So I was right, you're not a mundane.

Excuse me? What's a mundane?

Someone from the human world.

If I'm not a human, then what am I?

Go find the Cup.

When did this start? No, no. Why am I drawing this?

Answer me!

Simon.

Maybe you should answer that. Could be your boyfriend.

He's not my boyfriend. Does he know that?

Please. It's annoying.

Mom, I'm coming home.

No, no, no, you can't come home. You understand me?

You don't come home! You call Luke.

Tell him Valentine's alive, and that he found me.

I love you.

Mom! No, no!

Mom!

You tell Valentine he'll never have the Cup.

Don't you... don't drink... Come here! Don't... what?

Come on.

Hey.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You okay?

All right, look, don't move, all right?

Mom?

Mom?

Come on. Come on.

That's enough! That's enough. That's enough.

It's dead.

What the hell was that?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Try me.

It was a demon.

You're right.

I don't believe you.

And that thing...

that you saw me kill at the club, that...

That was also a demon.

Demons can take possession of any living creature.

You can't trust anyone.

Even people you think you know.

So, why should I trust you?

I did just save your life.

Dorothea, open up, please.

Can you...

Do you know what happened to my mom?

Do you?

Wait, you can see this guy? Of course she can. She's a witch.

Downgraded from a gingerbread house to a one-bedroom?

Do you know where my mom is?

Sorry, I have no idea.

Well, she mentioned a name... Valentine!

You better leave. No, please.

Not until you tell me something, anything.

Let's see what the cards have to say.

I'm sorry, but you know that I don't believe in any of...

Sit.

Run your hands over the cards.

My mom painted these.