Lost Girl Recap (Dis)Members Only: Membership Has Its Privileges

Lost Girl Episode 1.12 (Dis)Members Only

I’d like to think I’m objective. “Just the facts, Jack.” But, I’m a horrible liar. Honestly, this is a fangirl recap. I get all giddy at the sight of happy, relaxed, joking, smiling, even if mostly dressed Dyson. If fact, I’m giggling right now. Bo + Dyson, Kenzi  + Hale, snide sidekick commentary, swingers, sexy undercover moments, rubber ducky time, and two succubae! Put on your seat belt. The team is firing on all cylinders this episode and we get going right from the gun.

We open at the Dal. Dyson and Hale are pouring over maps, pointing out the areas most likely to be frequently by Sarah Palin-wannabes wielding rifles. Dyson has scored himself a long weekend, so he is taking his inner wolf out for a good bear hunt.

He is assuring “Papa Bear” Hale that he will keep his furry ass well away from the main hunting action, when in walks the girls. Bo finishes the thought with “And may I say, ‘what an ass.’” Unfortunately, the angle isn’t really beneficial for immediate confirmation. I seem to remember something in “Vexed” … All right, I’ll stay on track and just take her word for it. Dyson greets her with a purring “Hello, beautiful.” And I accidently fall off the couch onto the floor when my bones turn to jelly. I think I’ll just stay there for the rest of the episode, it seems safer. As Dyson explains his hunting plans, Bo does that annoying thing where she wraps her arm around his neck that reminds me of the National Guard trying to take down King Kong. But they’ve both got the biggest grins on their faces that for once I kinda don’t mind.

Upon finding out that Dyson has a long weekend away, Bo immediately highjacks it for some together time.

Apparently, they have barely seen each other for weeks. Time jump. Again. Sigh. This show is moving too fast. There is only one episode left in season 1, so even if my “all happiness is ultimately doomed”–sense wasn’t tingling that these guys are just too cheesy content to stick around for long, my years of TV watching have taught me that a big conflict is coming in the season finale and Bo and Dyson still need to be somehow ripped apart, possibly for good, by the start of the second season. Why aren’t we allowed a little happy? I’ve paid my dues: Ross and Rachel, Dawson and Joey, Felicity and Noel, Starbuck and Apollo, Buffy and Angel, etc, etc, times a hundred. Paid in full, my friend. And frankly, I’ve been cheated more than once. All that investment and not only do I not get the happy for any extended period of time, sometimes I don’t even get the happily ever after. So, while Bo is asking if a minibreak holiday weekend is too relationshipy for Dyson and he’s saying not at all with a smile that makes his eyes crinkle, I am trying to ignore the big black rain cloud that has to be on the horizon. And just to confirm that of course our instincts are right, Hale and Kenzi start a pool on when they are going to break up again. They have the best background chemistry this episode.

If that wasn’t enough to tell us that stupid happy is doomed, we meet the episode’s case of the week: a gardener so high he needs NASA training.

The poor kid is quickly dispatched by a blow to the head and then gobbled up by some vines. Time for the credits.

Happy Fun Time

Be still my heart, when we come back, Bo and Dyson are in a bubble bath doing their “figuring” on where to go this weekend. I know romantic getaways are supposed to be serious adult things, but I’m grooving on how playfully un-stuffy they make it.

Before anything interesting happens, Kenzi walks in and informs Bo that they’ve got a client consult for an old acquaintance of her’s. I understand that a lot of people take issue with the boundary-challenged Kenzi, but Bo and Dyson don’t seem that put out. They are all really comfortable with each other. I mean let’s face it, with all the injury booty calls, plus the fun ones, Kenzi’s probably gotten an earful. If she isn’t right at home with Bo’s sexy fun times, they need to start putting up walls in that joint. What’s great here is that Dyson is just as at home with Kenzi as he is with Bo. One big happy family. Did you just feel a rain drop? I swear that cloud is getting closer.

Bo puts on some clothes and meets with Kenzi’s friend from her less than legit times when she was known as Meow Meow. He’s the cousin of high gardener, “Thumper,” and we know what happened to him. So, cousin of Thumper tells Bo that they both work(ed) at a country club where some crazy stuff is happening, especially to the illegal workforce. Kenzi assures him that they will get to the bottom of it. But before the investigation can start they need a little help with their cover. It’s back to the bathroom to rope Dyson into living the good life with Bo. “I’m on vacation.” He whines, and you know he’s going to do it anyway. Bo tries first: “My cover will work so much better if you come in as my husband.” “Is that a proposal?” Melt. Then, Kenzi swings in to beg him to do a solid for a friend. “He’s your friend, not mine.” They remind him that they owe him one for saving his pelt with the whole Ba’al debacle. But it is Bo’s promise of a Polo shirt and some chinos that gets him in the game.

Meet Mitch: smarmy, country club manager, human, likes to hire illegal immigrants, maybe likes to kill illegal immigrants. Bo and Dyson are dressed in pastels and rocking the most absurd cover story ever. As Bo goes off on how rewarding her fake life with the UN is, we get a small moment with Dyson.

It’s like he’s finally stopped fighting. Problem is it is easy to see that Bo is not at the same point in her life. She’s just starting to figure out boys (and girls), and this boy has had 1000 years to realize just what he is looking for.

Meanwhile, the case takes a turn for the worse. Mitch says no problem to their application to join, but it’ll take a month. Dyson starts to work his cover and talk Mitch into something sooner, when Bo interrupts and succubus touches Mitch into something more immediate. With his mind still on his left ring finger and probably on his last 50 years of cop work, Dyson doesn’t seem thrilled with the interruption or the methodology. But they get the memberships and directions on how to find cousin of Thumper’s one lead: Blake Jorgensen.

As Bo and Dyson get changed for a little tennis, Kenzi is getting started as staff. Today, she’s from Venezuela—you can tell by the flower in her hair. The head chef tells Kenzi to not screw up and no one will call immigration. She definitely doesn’t like the nouveau riche members, but she dislikes the staff eating the food even more. I’m sensing Kenzi is going to be in trouble on this one.

Bo and Dyson come out wearing white tennis outfits. I’m glad I’m sitting on the floor because when I fall over laughing I’m safe from the ravages of gravity. Bo takes the lead introducing them while Dyson keeps tracking the tennis balls Blake hits like he’s dying for a game of fetch. Bo says they are new, and with the traveling, her tennis skills are a little rusty. “A good stiff one usually loosens me right up,” Blake shoots back. The camera flips back to Dyson as he catches a ball and freezes. Bo is snips, “Excuse me?” “A drink? Stiff drink?” Ha. We know what you meant, Blake. Insert dirty joke here about the aftereffects of a good stiff Dyson. Now that we’ve gotten that out of our system. It’s time for the team to take Blake to lunch and get some info on the case. Blake doesn’t know much, plus she’s pretty drunk already. She does know that the members are all newly wealthy, it all has something to do with closed door dealings, and she doesn’t get along with Mitch or his wife Chloe. The important clique has an after-hours scotch tasting, and luckily there’s one tonight.

Kenzi’s turn as wait staff isn’t going so well. She manages to impress Dyson with her erratic pouring skills. Another great background moment, as she flicks him off and he waggles his eyebrows at her.

But a short while later, she knocks water all over Chloe, earning her her first strike, and a word of warning from the creepy groundskeeper who’s been stalking around behind fences all day.

Back at the clubhouse, Bo and Dyson are making out on the couch when Kenzi comes home tired and dejected. They scootch over to make room for Kenzi on the couch, and she starts throwing her heels into the corner. “Senorita, the servant’s entrance is in the rear,” Dyson teases at her. One big family. “Bite my rear, dog breath.” He makes it up though with the world’s best foot massage. Say what you will, the man knows how to rub.  

The main topic of conversation, after Kenzi’s rough subway ride—who hasn’t had a few of those—is the case. Thumper as a real “slack ass,” which isn’t actually a reason to kill someone. Darn it. They all admit that something is up. Hale (yay!) is called to run member finances and help Kenzi with a little B&E of the manager’s office to look for clues. Bo and Dyson will crash the scotch tasting.

Hi Ho It’s Undercover We Go

Group meeting before they head out. Hale hasn’t found out anything about club finances save they’ve all been on the receiving end of good fortune. Bo thinks it’s unnerving that the fae has access to everyone’s financial records. Kenzi thinks it’s more unnerving that they think humans are food. I’m inclined to agree with her. She’s also worried about the Scooby Doo villain groundskeeper. “I’m pretty sure the creepy groundskeeper is sizing me up to fit in a bun.” “Must have just been looking for a snack,” Hale counters. She hits him and falls off the stool with a smile. Before they leave though, there is a knock at the door. Bo opens it to find Saskia on the other side. She wants to make up and go party with her fellow sex kitten. “I’m talking sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll at a level so high you need NASA training.”

Saskia is not happy to hear that Bo already has plans with “Ken doll” Dyson. But if she knew the plans, she might have reconsidered.

Welcome to Scotch Night!

Turns out scotch night is not so much about scotch and back room financial deals as it is a…well…swingers hot tub party. And here are Bo and Dyson without their swim suits. Mitch and Chloe are happy to meet the newcomers, but we’re getting very little information about the case.  Meanwhile, Kenzi and Hale are snarking their way through the manager’s office. He keeps making “little” jokes, and Kenzi is too worried about being on the manager’s wife’s murder/death/kill list to shake it off. She wants info, and she wants it before they come after her. They’ve found employee files on all the illegals, including the number of strikes they racked up before disappearing. Their investigation is cut short when the creepy groundskeeper (Yes, I’m contractually obligated to add the “creepy” every time he is mentioned. SyFy put it in the release) shines a flashlight through the door. They hide under the desk. Kenzi is pretty scared, so Hale tells her to come closer. All we get to see are their two hands moving nearer and nearer. What a tease.

Unfortunately, Bo and Dyson aren’t fairing much better. Smarmy Mitch and Chloe taste the success in the air and want to share the flavor. Bo and Dyson are their kinda people. Bo’s considering. But, Dyson’s not interested. When Mitch puts his hand on Dyson’s robe-covered shoulder, I worry wolfboy might bite it off. But instead, Dyson politely begs off due to an early morning, promising another time, rubbing the small of Bo’s back, and sounding concerned. I love the easy intimacy of the touch, and the way Bo leans into him when they move in for the close up. But there is tension between them as they leave.

By the time they get home, it is a full-fledged fight. “So you blow a chance to get more info on the case?” “I guess we’re just gonna have to find a less sleazy way of getting our information.” She yells at him to talk to her. And talk he does. He doesn’t want to share her. “I don’t want anyone else’s hands on your body. I don’t want anyone’s mouth on yours.” And, he knows that she doesn’t want to hear it.” Silly, Dyson. Bo’s been begging for commitment since episode 3. Remember the sad looks when they agreed to the “see other people” rule in “Dead Lucky”? Still, he knows she’s a succubus. “It’s not in your nature to be monogamous.” “I’m more than just my species. I don’t see you running around howling at the moon, chasing rabbits.” Good one, Bo. Chalk one up for higher functioning over animal instincts. But that different places in their lives thing comes back. Dyson knows that lying about who you are and trying to change the person you love never works. Oh, the roadblocks in front of them! “I can be intense. I can be territorial. And god knows, I can be mule headed. But I’m also yours…If you’ll have me.” YES! Bo isn’t making any promises, but she wants to try and make it work.

There’s one caveat: no secrets. And the rain starts falling. Unlike Bo, we know that Dyson is harboring Trick’s secret about her mother. He agrees to her request without a whisper of Aoife. As Kenzi would say, “Crapballs.” But the next day, wearing very tight pants indeed, Dyson walks into the Dal and gives Trick an ultimatum: Tell Bo everything and do it tonight, or he will. We’ve seen this sort of ultimatum before, and it almost never results in anyone coming clean. Dyson does seem resolved, so maybe thing will work out okay. Is that hail? Crapballs. My hope umbrella is shredding.

Dyson and Bo are back at the country club looking for clues and eating a lovely spread. Kenzi tells them that Blake has gone missing. Dyson gets a call from the office and he’s getting a raise. Weirdness. Bo and Dyson go to take a look around, and Kenzi continues accruing strikes on her permanent record.

A Walk in the Woods

Hand in hand, without a worry in sight, except Kenzi ending up murder fae bait, Bo and Dyson stroll through the country club hoping to stumble on something. As is always the case in undercover ruses like this one, she is also using this time to consider their potential life together. Bo seems to approve, “it’s almost boring.” Dyson is motivated to convince her otherwise.

In case the kiss wasn’t sexy enough for you, Dyson throws in a little nuzzling growl at the end. And I can’t imagine that their sex life could ever possibly be boring. They keep walking to promises of a long, boring time together. Utterly doomed they are. Before they get too far down the lane, Bo finds a winning lottery ticket. Now they are good and truly suspicious. Enter creepy groundskeeper. They split up to chase him. Dyson loses him in the woods, but sneaks up behind Bo. She spins around and throws a punch. He easily catches her fist and kisses it, grinning like the Cheshire Cat the entire time. She’s annoyed. “Don’t do that!” “I’m sorry, forgive me?” I’d forgive him crashing my car and global warming and plagues of locusts right about now. Luckily, I don’t have to. He lost the scent, but they keep looking until they find a creepy hatch with gross smelling green goo inside. Dyson fishes around and pulls out a pink visor. RIP Blake. I liked you while you lasted.

It’s time to get down to the case at hand. They analyze the green goo, determining that there is a bunch of human DNA, including Blake and Thumper, with a bit of fae thrown in for good measure. Time for answers, and Bo prefers the direct approach. They stride into Mitch’s office and Bo succubuses him until he gives up the goods. Mitch and his swinger friends feed sacrifices to something in the woods and in return every member of the club gets ahead. The group gets together, picks an illegal staff member, someone not very good at their job, and sacrifices them. Dyson says it sounds like dark fae. So, his job there is at an end. But he’ll take care of Mitch and Mitch’s memory of the good times he’s had for the last 5 years. Yeah, don’t piss off the fae. Bo and Kenzi are on their own, so the best place to find out what kind of mysterious fae they are up against is at Trick-o-pedia’s. They bring him the feeding byproduct and combined with info that club members have been on the receiving end of good fortune, he identifies it as a land wight. Nature fae, plant shifter, likes to eat people, lives in harmony with the land, poop makes people wealthy. Bo is thrilled that she ate that salad.

Bo and Kenzi deduce that since he is putting the fertilizer on the ground and he is super creepy, the creepy groundskeeper must be the bad fae. Kenzi goes to the kitchen to stop people eating fae poop. Bo goes after creepy groundskeeper.

Wrong guy. Bo jumps to their next suspect: the head chef, who is currently wrapping her vines around Kenzi.

Bo arrives and takes issue with the land wight drooling all over Kenzi. Bo’s brought the staff with her, and they’ve got herbicide with them. Guess they too took issue with the drooling. “Yeah, villagers and pitchforks never made a very good combo did they?” Kenzi quips as they leave. “This is between you and your prey.”

The Wrap-up

Back at the clubhouse, cousin of Thumper is still confused about the whole thing, but he understands he can’t talk about it and he does feel like he got closure. He is worried about Thumper’s family, so Bo gives him the winning lottery ticket. At the Dal, Trick confirms that Bo isn’t being implicated in the land wight’s death. Dyson asks if he has told Bo yet. “It wasn't the right time.” “For something like this, there is never a right time.” “Dyson, please!” Dyson is all business. He gets up pulls out his phone and arranges to meet Bo later so he can tell her something. I appreciate that Dyson is following through with his ultimatum, but I know it is too late for anything to work out well.

At the cop shop, Dyson is putting the case to bed when someone in high heels walks slowly into the room. Saskia.

As she chi sucks Dyson to death, we learn who she really is Aoife. Bo comes in to Saskia/Aoife riding Dyson and ordering him to say her name. Saskia/Aiofe knocks mostly dead Dyson to the floor. “This is embarrassing. You weren’t supposed to see this.” Giggle. What a crazy slut! Bo goes after her toxic friend, but Saskia/Aoife breaks a chair over her. Ouch. Bo picks up a shard of chair leg and stabs Saskia/Aoife with it.

Bo’s not taking Saskia/Aoife up on the friendship offer, so the Saskia/Aoife leaves leaking crazy and blood all over the place. Bo rushes back to the obviously dying Dyson. She is desperate and not sure how, but she figures out how to blow chi back into him. After a couple of tries he starts to come around, clutching for Bo and choking and panting and looking more than a quarter leprechaun. And the first thing he does is apologize, “Bo, I am so sorry” with the saddest pained look on his face.

I can understand his heartache because that big dark cloud is completely overhead now. “Oh Bo and Dyson, I am so sorry.”

Quotes:

“The closest I get to a bear is a rug in front of a fire place.”

“Nice timing, Kenzi.” “Anytime, Baby.”

“A good stiff one usually loosens me right up.”

 “Can I have a gun?” “No.” “Grenades?” “Nope.” “A magic sword? Come on.”
 “I am murder fae bait. And when they kill me and I am never talking to you ever again.”

“Not me, not me.”

 “We only pick the ones that are incompetent.”

“Because we’re dealing with an evil florist?”

“Yes, this time it wasn’t me who had to eat the gross thing.”

“Say my name, bitch.”

Lost Girl Recap Faetal Justice: High Noon in Fae Town

Lost Girl Episode 1.11 Faetal Justice

In case you missed all the wonderful promos, I thought we should start out with photo of what this episode is really about: gratuitous shirtless Dyson. And sweet, sweet Susan, am I grateful.

Okay, I am in fact aware that those words have different etymologies, and I will admit that the episode isn’t actually about Dyson being half-naked. Although note to producers, that seems like a bang-up plot idea for season 3. The episode is about trust and loyalty with a deadly dark fae dance club backdrop. That’s right boys and girls, we’re going dark side. And Dyson is our tour guide.

We open in Vex’s club with some pretty cool Circ de Soleil hula hoop swinging dancers and some not so cool plastic torch lights from the local car wash. Dyson’s threatening an alarmingly large, butch bad guy named Ba’al (put away your horns, sadistic psychopath, not the actual devil). Vex comes over and suggests Dyson take a hike. Wolfman doesn’t back down easy, but he does head for the exit. Creepy bald-cap Ba'al suggests they all have “some fun.” So we shoot over to Kenzi and Bo cooking at the clubhouse. Turns out Bo doesn’t know much about her peeps, nor Kenzi about cooking chili, but what they’d really like to get their hands on is Dyson Dyson’s book of secrets. Being more of drink their supper gals, they head to the Dal to grill Trick about Dyson.

Meanwhile, Ba'al is leaving Carpe Noctem (that’s Seize the Night for all us non-Latin reading viewers), but he’s being clocked by a yellow-eyed wolf, who chases him into an alley and rips his throat out. Oh no, D-man, what have you done? The titles distract us just long enough for my stomach to truly knot up. We’re still in killing zone alley when we come back, but someone’s taken Dyson out with the trash and stolen his shirt. His furry face is caked in blood and he’s rubbing his head in confusion, and we’re ignoring the fact that if Dyson had wolfed out and killed Ba’al how did he come to with his pants and shoes on?

As Trick is warning the girls that curiosity killed the cat isn’t just an expression, one big question walks into the Dal and calls for sanctuary.

The girls run to him and start with the petting. We’re supposed to register concern, but I think we all know the real endgame here. Now about those pants … Dyson assures them he’s OK, the blood belongs to a dead dark fae psycho. That’s enough for Kenzi and Bo, but Trick knows the implications of an unsanctioned hit against the dark. The phone rings, and it’s Hale asking about D-man’s choice of Kongs. Dyson doesn’t remember what happened, but he’s pretty confident he’s being set up. The Ash wants him to turn himself over, Trick tells us that he’d just be killed, and Bo asks about due process, which is definitely not the way the fae roll. Can anyone say, civilized? I’m guessing there is no Fae & Order: Toronto. That leaves the unaligned Bo the best person to investigate. Dyson hesitates. Ba’al worked for Vex, and Vex is still gunning for a bit of Bo payback. Bo promises, “I am not going to do anything stupid.” Kenzi takes stupidity backup patrol. And Dyson is left wondering, “Yeah, and who’s gonna make sure you don’t do anything stupid?” What’s the worst that could happen?

The girls head off to combine forces with Hale, who is not happy to see them. He accepts that they are both on the side of helping Dyson and that a flailing Bo isn’t anything anyone wants to see. He tells us that there were three witnesses: Portia, human runaway; Silas, a fae bartender; and Vex, the club owner. Both girls are super happy to see Vex again. Hale: “You already had the pleasure?”  Kenzi: “And the pleasure just about killed her.” Hale is Mr. Relationship Exposition this episode. This is one of the moments when he realizes that Bo is willing to take risks to protect Dyson and that it isn’t just a one-way street. Lost Girl does friendship almost as well as they do sexy, sexy wolfmen. Hale’s protectiveness over Dyson and suspicion of Bo is just another way of telling the audience that the Bo/Dyson relationship is developing into something more than just healing buddies, and I love that they use him in such a natural way to do it.

With Hale's assist, the girls head out to seize the night and rock a little PI by questioning the witnesses. First up is Silas the bartender. He saw them arguing and is pretty sure the cop killed Ba’al. But, before the questioning goes too far, Vex shows up. He’s intrigued by our murderous, unaligned “love machine,” and invites her to stay. Ah, flattery, it will get you everywhere. Bo’s not interested in Vex’s idea of lining up clubbers for a picnic. All banter aside, Vex knows that Dyson had a motive to kill Ba’al,  and isn’t so convinced of his innocence. With two witnesses down, that just leaves Portia to discount the story. Vex won’t help them find her, but he does leave the door open for them to stay.

Kenzi stays behind to find Portia, and Bo goes back to the Dal to find out more about Dyson’s history with Ba’al. At the Dal, Dyson has cleaned off the blood, but luckily Trick’s not his size, so he’s waiting for Bo to bring him clean clothes. He’s looking pretty touchable, so Bo starts with the questioning with a side of light stroking. This time her focus is on the stop-my-heart-gorgeous back tattoo.

Dyson claims it is a history of battles he’s been in and lords he’s had fealty to written in Lycanthrope. Bo says that must mean he’s killed a lot of people. Dyson wonders if she thinks he did it too. She assures him she doesn't. And my Vampire Diaries-watching self is pretty blasé. What’s one psycho here or there? This is a lethal world they live in—I’m more interested in motive, and I trust that D-man had a good one. We find out that Ba’al and Dyson had a history. Years ago, Dyson was tracking a series of human murders and came across Ba’al, who was running with a fae street gang called the Red Caps. They wear red caps, but since the dye is coming from their victims’ blood, I’m guessing they should be called Muddy Brown Caps with fly accents. Dyson went after Ba’al to get some justice, but Ba’al got the drop on him and he almost died. “Did I have a reason to kill him? Yes. Did I want to kill him? Yes. But why yesterday? Why would I do it in front of the whole world?” Bo can’t argue with that, but is determined to find out what happened and “bring justice to Fae Town.” Before we can find some wine and a mouse trap to go with the cheese, the Morrigan walks in to mock it for us.

She’s brought her henchman to wrest Dyson from the protection of sanctuary, but they aren’t going easy. Trick goes all Road House and pulls out a double-barrel shotgun and ends the fight. Before the Morrigan can mount Dyson’s head to her wall, she’s going to have to go through proper channels. There’s the “civilized” we’ve been missing all episode. Unfortunately, proper channels is really backroom dealing and calling in favors, and Dyson doesn’t want Trick to burn all his friendships for him or put himself in the Morrigan’s way. He wants to get out there and do something. Bo understands how hard it is for him to watch and wait, but recognizes that he’s dead meat if he leaves the Dal. She pulls the trust card, then threatens to drain him into staying put. It’s a refreshing change of pace from the way protector males are usually portrayed: he doesn’t take her power play seriously, but is still able to let his ego go long enough to take both her advice and some comfort in her concern. They match up well strength for strength with Dyson perfectly willing to let Bo do her thing and accept her help. He’s not sitting idly by though. He asks Trick about a memory fae called a kirin, and Trick moves to track one down.

Lucky for Dyson, Kenzi is still on the investigation too. A boy with the worst eyeliner job I have ever seen approaches her at Carpe Noctem and starts to bring his emo game. Kenzi looks the part, but isn’t down with the lines, so she gets her lead on Portia and blows him off. She so snarky, you almost feel bad for the guy—I mean he had the guts to hit on her in the first place, and that’s saying something because she is fiercely hot. “Sad now, but we shall meet again in the eternal void.”

Bo’s found her way back to the police station to see if Hale has come up with any more leads. He hasn’t. Ba’al’s got too many enemies to even start looking into. And he was pretty loyal to Vex. Even worse, Dyson may have more enemies than Ba’al. “In case you haven’t noticed, our boy has a short fuse…and big teeth.” They don’t have much on the other witnesses, but Lauren arrives to provide absolutely no new information. Things are still tense with Bo. She shows us a crime scene photo that we’ve already seen and says the bite is consistent with a canine. They are still working on the hair analysis. It could all match Dyson, but he’d need to turn himself in to get an impression made and submit to tests. Bo and Hale think this is the worst possible idea, and I’m right on board, from what I’ve heard this episode the dark will have him strung up and gutted before the plaster dries on the tooth mold. Lauren leaves to “keep working on it,” since she’s done so much far, I don’t have high hopes that we’ll CSI Dyson out of this one. The back and forth on how to help Dyson has warmed Hale up to Bo being on the case--and by Dyson’s side--though. “Dyson is a particular kinda man. A man like him will give up too much for someone he cares for. Sometimes everything. I worry about him getting in too deep. Thought you might be bad for him.”

They come to a good place. And Bo takes off to meet back up with Kenzi. Before she does, we cut back to the Dal and start our second power and position trip of the evening. The Ash wants Dyson to give up sanctuary and turn himself over for procedure and politics and the greater good. Trick isn’t having it, even on the Ash’s order. “You should be very certain of your own grasp on power before you start attacking others.” The Ash doesn’t like that answer or the stony glare he’s getting from a disobedient Trick. He looks to Dyson who just cocks his head. With that one move, all the cards are on the table: Dyson doesn’t take his orders from the Ash.

Kenzi has finally found her way to Portia. They instantly bond as runaway street kids who wear a lot of black and have horrible hair extensions. Kenzi gets Portia’s witness statement that she saw a wolf kill Ba’al. She is very certain and not the least unwilling blame a werewolf for the murder and have that be the end of it. Unrealistic? Not as unrealistic as her acting job, but still. Kenzi offers her a place to crash to make up for pretending to be her friend to get her statement. Self-preservation your name isn’t Portia takes her up on it. She takes her back to the clubhouse, and as she’s getting ready for bed, we see her back covered in slash marks. “You look like you just lost a fight to Freddy Kruegar!” Oh yeah, and she doesn’t remember how it happened. Bo goes into the club to reinterview Silas and Vex. Vex has some fun with his Bo puppet, and as smarmy as he is, he is also pretty adamant that he didn’t kill Ba’al.

That being a dead end, she returns to see what Dyson got from the memory fae. Unfortunately, the kirin says his memories are gone and they aren’t coming back. All they’ve got is a lead from the last phone call Dyson took before he left work: an art dealer. Since Dyson isn’t much for the art scene, it’s worth tracking down. Bo uses her special skills to wrest the story from the art dealer: he frequented Vex’s club and liked pain games. Vex and Ba’al ran a room for guys like him in the basement, but when they took it too far and killed a girl, he called the police and they hooked him up with Dyson. When Bo tells Hale, Hale remembers the girl’s description and they determine that the dead girl was light fae. Things are starting to add up, but like Portia’s memory there are some big holes.

Things are really starting to move now. Trick is calling some guy on the phone a chicken before hanging up angrily. Dyson doesn’t want Trick to throw away any more for him than he already has. Apparently his “short fuse” is all burned out. He grabs his jacket and, despite Trick’s protests, is out the door to find out what happened. Bo is close behind him, stopping first to work things out with Kenzi at the clubhouse. Portia has disappeared, but Bo finds her selective memory awfully convenient. Given that she has no survival instinct they divine that she’s probably returned to the club.

Dyson’s gotten there first. He goes underground looking for Vex and attacks.

Before he can get any answers, the Morrigan arrives with her henchmen. They carry him away to threats against Trick and Bo if he fights back. They string him up in torture room and start with the questions. Turns out the Morrigan doesn’t really care about Ba’al—she wants info on Bo. “Well, you know what she knows.” “But not as much as you know,” counters the Morrigan. She’s a sharp cookie. Vex moves to torture to see if he’ll crumble.

Bo and Kenzi are giving girls gone wild a whole new name as they charge into the now closed club looking for Portia and answers. They find Portia strapped to a chair in a room covered in red foil wrapping paper. She swears she’s okay because Silas would never let anything happen to her. All the while rubbing the bracelet she stole from Silas’s place. For once Bo puts the pieces together. The bracelet’s writing is also in Lycanthrope. Silas is a wolf shifter and now we have someone else to pin the murder on. Time to find Dyson.

They’re still torturing him when Bo & Co rush in. They run through the whole story. Silas loved Portia. Since he didn’t want Ba’al to kill her, he took the opportunity of Dyson going all rage-tastic on Ba’al to roofie him, knock him out, kill Ba’al, and get Portia to say that she saw Dyson do it. Hale has been called, there’s the small matter of the dead light fae girl to consider, and the Morrigan doesn’t want a war. So before you know it, Bo & Co are headed out.

The Wrapup

Back at the Dal, the Ash has returned to say the dark caught who killed Ba’al and are dropping their action against Dyson. Dyson gives Bo a look of amusement and pride, “Well they do some good work sometimes.” Awww, team badass wins again. Dyson thanks Trick for his support. As he and Bo are walking out, he thanks her too. “I need to thank you more than anyone. You were always so sure I didn’t do it.” Turns out, Bo doesn’t need to know every last detail about Dyson’s history. “I know you.” “Yeah, I think I know you, too.” Big themes today: trust and loyalty, power and politics. And oh yeah, one last kiss.

 

Side note: because we’ve all been talking about the tattoo and madly stalking Kris Holden-Ried on the Internet, we know the back one is real, but he’s not sharing what it actually says. Privacy? What’s that?

Questions:

1.       Not a quipy episode, but favorite line of the night?

2.       What exactly is in a black orgasm?

3.       Does it disturb anyone else to see Dyson drink something purple with a straw?

Lost Girl Recap The Mourning After: With Friends Like These, Who Needs Fae-nemies?

Lost Girl Episode 1.10 The Mourning After

Another week, another night in with wine and weapons. It’s Friday night at the clubhouse, and our hot, hot single ladies Bo and Kenzi are cleaning their weapons. Kenzi questions whether Bo wouldn’t rather be waxing Mr. D-man instead of a machete, thereby letting the audience know that we’ve time jumped again and Bo and Dyson are back together, sorta. They are in limbo. Bo says, “We’re great together and everything, but we’re also a LOT of work.” Yeah, they always do seem to get a good workout in. Bo asks Kenzi to “hand her the six inch.” “Honey, if I could give you the six inch, all our problems could be solved.” Yes, Kenzi scores before the opening credits, and the quipy Gods are smiling. They take aim at a practice dummy they stole from Urban Outfitters, and work on knife throwing while holding a nice glass of merlot—this is a skill they definitely use on a regular basis. Kenzi thinks they should get out more, but Bo feels like she’s tried, and let’s face it, “The dating scene is killer.”

And to prove her point, we meet a nice girl who is about to be killed. Sad, all she wanted was a drink and “workout” with a nice man she met outside a bar who doesn’t spend the night. Men. She goes to take a bath and is starting to look out of it. Ominous music plays as she writes slut, whore, and more in lipstick on her bath window to nowhere before turning on her hairdryer and “dropping” it into the bathtub. Don’t they have special plugs on those now, so you can’t, like, do that exact thing?

Now for the ten thousand dollar question: suicide or murder? Well, our favorite fae detectives are here to say, suicide. Door was locked from the inside, no signs of forced entry, not a whiff of foul play. “Still that’s one hell of a suicide note.” Hey, they are running a human case for once—or are they? Because graffiti girl’s sister says no way, murder. Sis was happy, strong, and mentally stable. Well as stable as normal people get, and normal people just don’t go scribbling on the bathroom wall before getting up close and electrical with their hairdryers. The sister begs Bo to help her prove Dyson & Co wrong because Bo’s flyers say she’ll take cases no one else will. Bo is guilted into accepting the case, after all she did put those flyers out in the first place. And the dynamic duo is off to the police station to visit Mr. Dyson.

He tells them not to get their hopes up—he did the workup himself (no wonder he’s been too busy for Bo) and the crime scene was pretty clean. He shows her the police file including shots of the killer hairdryer with a broken shaft. Kenzi gets a good chuckle out of it, but because Hale is nowhere to be found for the rest of the episode, no one is there to jest with her. Bo wonders if someone could have forced graffiti girl’s hand, and Kenzi reminds her that mysterious stranger would have been electrocuted as well. Kenzi brains and banter. Bo pushes for fae involvement. And Dyson leaves the door open for her, barely. It’s been ruled a suicide, the humans are happy, and he ain’t pushing further to make a case that’s he’s just going to have to turn around and bury. He’d “love” to help Bo out, but best he can do is send his evidence off to the fae labs. “That means you’ll have to talk to Lauren.” It is pretty easy to see who is on the shit list and who isn’t at this point. Dyson is comfortable, chewing gum and grinning at Bo. Bo is squirming at the thought and looks to Kenzi as buffer. Kenzi doesn’t even make eye contact, “No, no, that is just way to awkward without beer. You’re on your own, sista.“

Bo puts on her big girl pants and goes to Lauren’s lab. When she gets there, she stands as far as away as the camera shot will let her, making it perfectly clear all is not right in the world between Bo and Lauren. Onto the case, Lauren’s lab techs say suicide, but fae feeding isn’t totally impossible. Oh yeah and graffiti girl had sex before she died. It “appeared” consensual. Bo isn’t letting the opportunity pass her by, “Not so sure I trust your judgment on sexual matters.” And Lauren has the audacity to sound surprised, “Pardon?” Really girl? How is the view from that high horse of yours? “Let’s say, hypothetically, one party thought the connection was real, and then found out that the other party was just manipulating them into to bed to impress their controlling ass-hat of a boss?” Well said, Bo. Now, if I were Lauren, I would start with an apology for messing with Bo’s feelings and manipulating her in the Ash’s name. But, so it goes, I’m not Lauren and apologies aren’t on the menu. “Do you really think we weren’t headed that way on our own anyway?” Bo isn’t having it and goes to leave, but Lauren tries to squeeze in the final word, “I don’t know how many different ways I can tell you that I’m sorry.” I would personally start with the words “I’m sorry” and follow that up with taking responsibility for my actions for once, but I’m not Lauren and Bo is out the door.

Kenzi is at the Dal, hilariously pleading with Trick for alcohol, but Trick is too distracted to be more than passingly annoyed. He hands over the bottle as a little man in a long coat walks in and calls him out. “Fitzpatrick McCorrigan of clan Finn Arven.” Kenzi downs her first shot and looks concerned, “Uh oh, trouble in the Shire!” The troublemaker is here early to get something, and Trick isn’t letting go. Trouble “I know your full name” Valentine is coming back tomorrow, “Midnight, then, and don’t be late. You know the consequences.” Kenzi is wicked curious, but the newly arrived Bo drags her out of the bar screaming to go investigate the case of the week.

Kenzi finds a credit card pattern and they head to a local douche bar, where they divine that graffiti girl was speed dating there on Friday nights. Undercover they go. Kenzi is trying to “meet nice man” so she can “send chicken back to momma,” when another succubus sits down across from Bo and gives her a kiss. Kenzi: “Brrr-gina.”

Meet Saskia: succubus, dark fae, knowledgeable on all things succubi, new in town, and not interested in turf war. After a few bumps explaining her lack of protocol, Bo makes a new friend. Kenzi is not feeling the newcomer, and it is hard to say whether it is all because Saskia is an unknown, sketchy, catty slut or if a bit of it is jealousy at how quickly Bo bonds with the new girl. It doesn’t help that Bo instantly starts sucking up to Saskia and downplaying her current life. Bo stays behind to get to know Saskia, and Kenzi goes looking for a friendlier bar. Again she’s back to bother too-busy Trick with her woes. “Are you listening to me?” “No, Kenzi, shocking news from Galileo, you’re not actually the center of the universe.” Kenzi moves to storm off, but Trick quickly apologizes and asks for her help.

Trick and Valentine have a timeshare arrangement with a mystical, bring you luck in business coin, but before Trick can turn it over to Valentine, he has to find it. And to do that, he needs help from a human female. Don’t worry it’s not a virgin sacrifice thing, Kenzi just has to “talk” to a certain fae that only likes human females. I’m sure Kenzi will charm the faents off of them.

Bo enlists Saskia’s help with the case and with her succubus learning curve. Bo shows off her succubus skills to get the list of speed daters from Bertram at the bar, who seems really helpful and fond of graffiti girl, and they head back to the clubhouse. Bo sends over the list to Dyson and asks for a favor. She asks nicely, and he says he’ll take a look. Saskia is not fond of Bo’s house. “What is your box broken?” She also drops an interesting bit of fae science on her, Bo’s mother or father or both were probably sex chi eaters. Genetics is tricky. Kenzi comes out and breaks up the party. She can’t figure out why Bo is so quick to trust Saskia with the case and, well, everything else. Poor Kens, Bo replaced her lickety-split with the first fae she found ‘cause Saskia is going to meet up with the client tomorrow, and no Kenzi is not invited.  Before they can get there though, someone else is knocking on the client’s door. We don’t see who it is, but the terrified scream tells you pretty much what you need to know.

Bo starts her day with a coffee and bit of Dyson. He looked into her leads and found nothing, but he’s not without resources of his own and he trusts her instincts. He kept digging and identified several more cases with similar graffiti, not a coincidence. Since it’s probably fae, his help would have to be off the books. “If you need my help, I’m there.” Dyson is a smiley cutie today—his eyes are even crinkling. This whole happy relationship thing is really good on him. She turns down his offer, though. “You need me, you call.” You know we will.

Bo and her new bestie head to meet the client, who based on her visitor last night probably isn’t going to have much to offer. In fact she doesn’t, she’s OD’d. Saskia recognizes the graffiti and tells Bo to hightail it outta there. They’re facing an albaster. Albasters are the natural enemy of succubi: they generate and feed off of sexual shame and like to target women. Suck! Better find this one stat. Baby fae like Bo is totally outmatched. Kenzi throws out some helpful investigation skills that put Bo and Saskia on the track of “nice guy” we last graffiti girl with and heads out to work her own side storyline.

In Trick’s lair, Trick has assembled all his ingredients for the spell to find the coin, and all Kenzi’s got to do is talk a lightning bird out of one of her eggs. Kenzi will do her best because Trick’s collateral for the coin is the Dal Riata itself. Lock up your shiny objects, it’s about to thunder and lightning in here. But before the bird arrives, Kenzi decides to negotiate a little something for herself. After some excellent back and forth, they settle on free drinks for life—a unicorn just wasn’t in the cards. Kenzi plays the Jamaican lightning bird perfectly while an incredulous Trick looks on. The lightning bird is so comfortable with Kenzi that before she leaves she drops some information Kenzi probably wasn’t meant to know. “He could get anything he wanted if he just started writing in his book of blood again. The most powerful are always the most stubborn.” The Blood King thing isn’t going away anytime soon.

Bo and Saskia find “nice guy” pickup artist and pick him up without much trouble. They succubus the heck out of him and decide he’s human and he didn’t kill graffiti girl #1. Saskia shows Bo that you can blow chi back into someone, thereby blowing Bo’s mind, but won’t tell her how to do it.

Trick casts the spell and locates the coin in a cemetery, but calls in Hale for backup muscle before they go. They go looking but can’t find it. Kenzi realizes that the spell told them where the coin was at that exact moment, but since it isn’t there now, it must be on the move. A wreath of flowers on the crypt is the final clue she needs. When Valentine comes into the Dal, Kenzi stops him, “Admit it you pulled a Dutch heffer.” Valentine is confused. “A Boston fandango?” She looks for help from the audience, but con language is beyond them. Kenzi’s exposition will have to be done without the appropriate jargon then. Valentine pulled a fast con. He gave Trick a disappearing fake a hundred years ago and kept the real coin for himself. Valentine relents before Hale can manhandle him for the coin. Kenzi saves the day. It is really nice to see her holding her own in the fae world and making friends outside of Bo. She has great vibes with Trick and Hale and Dyson that are totally independent of Bo. Yay, Kenzi.

Meanwhile, Bo’s arrived home only to discover that Bertram is the albaster and he’s come for her. Bo isn’t a match for him, but Saskia stops by when Bo didn’t answer her phone. They attack him together and tie him up. There’s a lot of discussion about shame and hypocrisy, but it doesn’t really go anywhere. Bo goes to call Dyson, but the minute her back is turned Saskia succubuses Bertram to death. She hangs up and begs Saskia to bring him back. “He’ll die.” “Gee I hope so, otherwise I’m losing my touch.” He’s dark fae, Dyson can’t touch him, and Saskia will be in trouble for attacking one of her own clan without permission. Bo feels like it’s murder and doesn’t want any part of it but won’t narc on Saskia. Saskia won’t fix it and goes to leave, but she wants Bo to come with her, “when you are ready to learn more about yourself come find me.” This is really the point where Bo starts to question her nature. She’s finally realizing that Saskia might not be what she wants to be when she grows up. Dyson calls back and Bo begs for help.

The Wrap-up

In Lauren’s lab, we find that Bertram is dead, Bo is taking responsibility for the kill, Lauren is holding a medical file, and Dyson is thinking practically. Since Bertram is dark fae, it is complicated, but even the dark agree that you have a right to defend yourself in your own home. Dyson will make that clear to the Morrigan. He’s worried for her, but he doesn’t have all the information. “I’ll handle this, Bo. I’ll make it all go away,” he says softly. Bo isn’t worried about the political ramifications though, “I wish you could,” she says and hugs him briefly. This is the first time we’ve seen her look to him for comfort, but it is short-lived. She pushes him away and leaves him confused and worried about her.

At the Dal, Trick finally has time for Kenzi. He comes to ask her what’s going on. Kenzi says Bo is making new friends. Trick recycles some Kenzi wisdom and advises her to not let Bo take her for granted. Kenzi drops the info the lightning bird told her and Trick plays it off. She’s wise to his play though, “Takes a con to know a con. You have secrets, Trickster.”

Kenzi goes home to remind Bo why she needs her, but Bo has already realized that Kenzi is more important to her than she was giving Kenzi credit for. Bo starts to listen to Kenzi’s story but is quickly pulled back into her head and thought of Saskia. Something tells me we haven’t seen the end of Bo’s little succubus playmate.

Questions:
1. What was your favorite Kenzi/Trick line of the night?
2. Chest waxing: instant douche or a nice sign of grooming?
3.  Is Saskia someone you would like to party with?

Lost Girl Recap Fae Day: It's Good to Be King

Lost Girl Season 1 Episode 9: Fae Day

After last week’s “Vexed,” it is hard to come back down to earth, especially for Bo. Last week her entire fae world was flipped upside down and shaken like a snow globe. But here we are. At the clubhouse, Bo has sword in hand and is working the pre-dawn calisthenics.  What better way to shake off the dust, huh? Turns out Bo has decided that the whole Lou Ann/Vex incident never happened. Oh yeah, and she needs a break from “the fae and their shit.” Kenzi agrees, but since Bo’s fae pals are blowing up her voice mail, she thinks Bo should at least make an appearance at the Dal to get them off her back.

Cue the Fae and Their Shit

There’s a party going on at the Dal. Trick is all dressed up, there are garlands on the bar and a happy harpist is plucking away in the corner. Okay, “it’s not a party.” It’s La Shoshain: a spiritual fae holiday to commemorate the Blood King and the rule of law, and oh yeah, it’s the one time of the year light and dark fae can get up close and personal.  Bow chicka wow wow. Trick is glad to finally see Bo again, but still a bit concerned about her. She thanks him for his help, but says what she really needs is a vacation. “Fae-cation,” quips Kenzi. I love the fae flavor Kenzi adds to the episode. Trick’s not sure what he thinks about Bo stepping away from the Fae, but he hopes that the Fae Day (thank you, Kenzi) festival will help. His hopes are dashed, however, when the harpist banshee wails and promptly runs for the hills. Banshees predict death and they don’t take it back. Uh oh. “Someone in here is going to die, and soon.” Cue titles and dramatic tension.

When we come back, jolly old Trick is gone. He is herding the last of the revelers out of the Dal and he is not happy—he even snarks a little at Bo. Only the noble families (5 fae and 5 human) can stay, but don’t worry the first round is on the house. With the banshee to find, Trick calls in his main lieutenant to handle the crisis. Dyson ambles in and for once doesn’t dominate the entire room just with this presence. He is very subdued this episode, mainly quiet, watching and waiting.

“Haven’t seen you in a while.” Dyson meets Bo softly. “I needed some space.” As the episode progresses, we see all his walls are down. He’s reaching out to Bo, subtly: watching in her in off moments, standing too close, giving her “you’re the only thing in the room” smiles. After admitting that he cared last episode, it seems like Dyson is accepting that he wants Bo despite Trick’s objections and now is trying to figure out how to act around her.

Trick hands Dyson information on how to find the harpist banshee, so that he and Bo can make she tell them who is going to die. Dyson tells Bo he can’t feed, use his gifts, or use violence on La Shoshain, so secular Bo has to come and do it for him. Bo hasn’t forgotten the last time she asked Dyson for a favor and he made her “ask nice,” although she does seem to be conveniently forgetting that he saved her life sometime after that.  “Ah, ask nicely. Say please.” Dyson doesn’t give her the satisfaction though, “You don’t know who your family is. Maybe you have noble blood. Maybe the banshee wailed for you.” “Close enough.” Bo agrees to help. Kenzi declines to come in favor of eating everything in sight, and Trick storms off. Before they leave, Dyson goes to check on Trick.

Down in Trick’s lair, Trick is bagging up clothes and linens from an overnight guest: Lou Ann. She just left to go into hiding. Dyson is perplexed that Trick would help the dark, but Trick tells Dyson that she was the midwife at Bo’s birth. Apparently, Dyson doesn’t know that much after all, these are all Trick’s secrets. Secrets that Dyson wants Trick to start sharing. Now that he’s dropped the pretense of not caring about Bo, he wants to stop lying to her as well. Trick fired back, “You chose to get emotionally involved.” “Maybe you should too.” And then we get a name: Aoife. Dyson wants to know what they will do if she comes. Trick says it’s not an “if” but a “when,” and when she comes, “there will be a reckoning.”

Dyson and Bo are off to find the banshee and Bo is baiting Dyson pretty consistently. “I thought you couldn’t use electricity on La Shoshain.” He doesn’t bite down though. “Rules are specific: no powers, no fae-on-fae violence, no feeding on humans. It’s all about sacrifice.” Bo thinks the Blood King’s sacrifice sounds bloody, heavy, and nonspecific. She’s looking for Dyson to tell her the story. “Bo, read a book.” Dyson’s not usually much with the comic timing, mainly he’s here to look pretty and beat people up (because he is just sooooo good at it), but he nails our Cosmo girl with that one. They get to the agent’s office and the banshee harpist is hiding the agent’s closet, but a poorly timed sneeze gives her away.  Dyson magically pulls out a blender and slice of meat to use to get the banshee to talk—really those pants are pretty tight, where was he keeping that stuff?

While they force-feed the harpist a liver shake to make her give them the name, Kenzi is making new friends back at the Dal. There’s nothing like gambling and death to bring people together. Kenzi’s new friend is teaching her a game that involves dice, Roman numerals, and wedding gifts that not even lucky pigs can steal. They are cute together, he is uptight and Kenzi is irreverent. “Joking about accounting fraud is like joking about a bomb on a plane.” And on that note, Dyson and Bo return to announce the name of the nobleman for whom the banshee wailed. Seann Cavanagh, aka, Kenzi’s new little friend. Sad. Trick is more than sad, he is definitely upset about something, he’s even snipping at Bo, but he gives her a book on La Shoshain to catch her up and keep her from bugging him.

Kenzi suggests Seann make a bucket list. Item number one on the list is to reconcile with his dark fae brother, Liam, who turned his back on the light fae family more than 80 years ago. Where Seann attracts wealth and does the books for various charities in town, Liam feeds on human greed and runs stock market scams. Bo agrees to help, but Kenzi decides to stay with Seann, leaving Bo backup-less. She turns to Dyson and flashes a bit of cleavage. After a downing a shot, Dyson agrees, giving Bo an “I’d do anything you ever asked of me” smile. No one can withstand a succubus in a v-neck t-shirt and push-up bra. They find the brother, Liam, at the offices of his latest toppling pyramid scheme. There are bags of shredded paper and a human being dragged away by security as he yells that Liam ruined his life. Liam doesn’t care. When Bo meets him, he’s slimy and not at all interested in reconciliation. From his POV, it was all Seann’s fault and Bo doesn’t know the whole story. So back to the Dal, she goes to get it.

At the Dal, Kenzi is watching Seann play darts as he has the band play the same song over and over again. “When does the lame-o-go-round stop. I wanna get off before I puke!” She implores Seann to think “big.” Big for Seann is hitting on the nearest waitress. It doesn’t go well, but he takes it with a smile. This guy is just too nice and resigned. I feel like I would be a lot more bitter if I just found out I was going to die. Seann is obviously a better “human” being than I am. Bo and Dyson return to get the whole story. Liam was the screw-up younger brother, “parties, stealing, getting into scraps.” Eighty years ago, Liam was given the responsibility for keeping the books at the investment office. One weekend $30,000 went missing. Seann turned his little brother in for stealing it. Liam rebelled by running off and joining the dark fae. Seann just wants his brother to know he still loves him. Kenzi hopes that maybe the banshee was wrong, but the odds don’t look good for Seann when a giant chandelier falls from the ceiling and narrowly misses squashing the whole lot.

After the quick brush with the chandelier, Kenzi decides that Seann has some “gonzo” living to do and the Dal is not the place for that. A Mercedes is the place for that. Okay, for the record you cannot hotwire that car that easily, but it plays nicely on screen as Kenzi and Seann drive off to temp fiery mangled death.
 

Bo and Dyson go to stake out Liam’s building to see if they can get him to change his mind. Dyson sips from a silver flask. The drunker he gets, the more pensive he becomes. By this time, he has almost worked up the courage to say what he means. But don’t hold your breath, he never quite gets there. “Bo—“ She interrupts saying she knows this isn’t his ideal La Shoshain. “Nowhere else I’d rather be.” He replies out the window and Bo completely misses the sincerity. He tries again, more explicit this time, “Bo, I want you to know. I do what I can to protect you.” “I know. I trust you without a second thought.” Good enough for wolf boy.

Kenzi and Seann have reached their next destination: his father’s house, aka mansion. Being noble rocks. Dad is outside on a gorgeous patio surrounded by hydrangeas, reading the paper, and drinking a very fun looking blue liquor. He immediately asks Seann if they had an appointment and you realize what kind of family Seann came from. That this sweetie of a guy has a dad and brother like these two is either highly improbable or his mother was a saint. Seann says that a banshee wailed for him and that he just wanted to say goodbye. The dad asks him to get his affairs in order, and Seann sorta tells him off saying he’s got some crazy living to get in before sundown. But you get the impression that his affairs are already in order, because Seann is nothing if not organized. Seann leaves, the dad tries some half-assed explanation that his sons are too sensitive, and Kenzi takes up the fight. She noticed the “important work” the dad thought was worth more than talking to his soon-to-be-dead son. He’s betting on the fights. “Bobby Bell, he’s a long-shot loser. He’s old and tired, and has no heart whatsoever.” Cross “telling off dad” off the list and move on. Kenzi and Seann head back to the clubhouse.

Bo is reading Trick’s book about La Shoshain and giving Dyson all the details that he already knows because a) he’s fae and b) he lived through it. Liam comes out the building and goes to his car. Bo intercedes and succubuses him to get him to tell her why he doesn’t want to see his brother. Turns out Liam put out a hit on Seann for ruining his life. With this revelation, enter goblin. They have no respect for human or fae laws, but they do like inflicting pain, and they’ll work on La Shoshain. It’s like Chinese takeout on Christmas. The goblin is pretty cool, it disappears and appears randomly around the clubhouse busting through doors and seeming pretty menacing. Seann is willing to give himself up to a gruesome death to protect Kenzi, but she wants to fight. She gives the little nerd-nik a kiss for courage, but it’s not needed because Bo and Dyson show up. The goblin catches both unawares and takes Dyson out with a swift punch to his drunken throat. Bo gets a couple of hits in before the goblin pulls out a sword and goes to beat her with it. Dyson shoots him. I love that the mythology here allows firearms and that apparently Dyson’s aim is pretty good. “I thought you weren’t allowed to use violence today,” Bo wonders when she gets over to him. “Only to protect a life.” The goblin gets up for a second and Dyson drops him with a fourth bullet. Bo thinks this is all too complicated for words, but for Dyson, “it’s pretty intuitive.” Awww.

Seems Liam was way out of line calling an unsanctioned hit against the light on the most sacred of fae holidays, so Dyson tells Bo to play it by the book and the Ash take care of the politics and the goblin corpse. But who is going to take care of Seann? He’s run off. With Bo’s crossbow.

Seann catches up to Liam at his office and they spar about collateral damage and following the rules and valuing people long enough for Bo to get there in invoke Agallamh: special fae peace talks. Everybody keeps looking at her like she’s crazy. “I read it in Trick’s book. I can get the book!” Dyson steps in, “we know what it is.” Apparently nobody has invoked Agallamh in forever. “Want to know why?” Dyson asks. “Probably not.” “Because the person who calls for the talks forfeits her life if they fail.” Uh oh, silly La Shoshain and sacrifice. “Really should’ve skipped to the end, huh?”

The Agallamh

Trick has hit a new level of mad. Not only is Bo probably going to get herself killed, but she’s not respecting the traditions and values of the fae. “It’s a distillation of everything the Blood King stood for!” “That’s why I need your help to do it right.” Trick relents and they start the ceremony, but not before we realize that Bo needs an executioner if the talks fail (or sundown hits and Seann dies). Dyson steps forward and the music tells us that this is a heavy emotional moment. The Agallamh opens and the brothers proceed to argue about whether or not Liam took the money. “Dad gave the combination of the safe to nobody but us!” Liam calls for closure, but Kenzi has the big book of ritual and that street smart brain of hers. She asks Bo to stall for time, she’s got a plan. Bo calls for a recess, “smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.” Tension is high, might Dyson really kill our Bo? Trick stalks away, but Dyson stops him, “You could save her,” he whispers. Trick goes to his lair and opens up the roll of pens and knives that we last saw when Kenzi was sick and nosing around. Trick looks serious and pained, but unsure. The Agallamh reconvenes and Bo stalls for time. Kenzi returns in the nick of time with Papa Cavanagh. Kenzi put two and two together pretty quickly. If neither of the brothers took the money, the gambling dad probably did. He let Liam take the fall to save face in front of his wife. He didn’t think that Liam would run off an join the dark. Seann relents that he was mistaken to accuse his brother and offers the symbol of the birthright to his younger brother as a sacrifice. Liam acknowledges it m, promises to return the money he ripped off, and says if Papa Cavanagh will move the mother’s grave to neutral ground he’ll call of the hit. The brothers reconcile. Dyson and Trick look proud. Kenzi runs and gives Seann a big hug. The group leaves the Dal happy to have beaten the banshee. Bo is cozy with the fae again. And the brothers are, well, brothers. Until the human from Liam’s office rounds the corner screaming about his money and shoots at Liam. Seann steps in the way and is killed.  

Wrapping It All Up

There is a sweet moment back at the clubhouse with Kenzi missing her new friend. She has the game they were playing in front of her and she rolls the dice. “Lucky pig wins everything but the wedding gifts.” Then she breaks down in tears. Poor, Kenzi. You really feel for her. She tried to reach out and connect with someone and now they are dead and she’s too hurt to pretend to be blasé about this time. She is more fragile than she acts.

In Trick’s lair, Trick and Dyson are having a drink and Dyson is trying to convince Trick that Bo is special and she can handle what he needs to tell her. We also see that Dyson isn’t the only one who has become emotionally connected to Bo. “Would you have killed her?” “Would you have used your blood to save her?” “She’s strong.” “I’m not ready.” Dyson thinks she could amount to something. Trick hopes not because those who rise to prominence tends to bring a great deal of pain on themselves. Dyson offers one last toast, “To the Blood King, and all you’ve sacrificed.” Secrets, secrets Trickster.  Given that Trick is lying to the world about who he is, I feel like he’s playing a long game here that has fate and the greater good all tied up in it, so if that mean he can’t tell Bo everything she might want to know, so be it. Trick’s got more secrets than start and end with Bo.

On another note, I can never figure out with this show whether they were thinking about going down the “prophesied savior/uniter/future ruler” route with Bo and then dropped it leaving behind echoes of the old plan, or if it is more of a family mystery that will be slowly unfolded as Bo discovers her roots and all these clues will again meet up, just on a personal scale. But that is a question for another week.

Lost Girl Recap: Vexed: Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Lost Girl Season 1 Episode 8: Vexed

Welcome to the hottest two-minute opening still fit for basic cable. Rewind if you need to. I’ll wait. Ready? Okay. The opening splits between shots of an injured Bo making her way to Dyson’s loft and Dyson working out on a heavy bag. Any opening that features Dyson hitting something is a winner in my book. Her shoes are hotness made manifest. He’s not wearing a shirt until he strides across the loft and throws one on. I could watch this man dress and undress for a week straight. Oh, sorry, distracted. If we remember from last episode, Dyson had laid down an ultimatum: if Bo needed to heal, she was to go to Lauren. We know that time seems to pass between episodes, but we don’t know how much or what’s gone down until Dyson opens the door and tells the bleeding Bo, “I’m busy.” And it is cold. Well, as cold as his furry hotness can be, because man does he look tormented. She pleads, “Last time, I promise.” She kisses his neck. “Please?” He gives in. I’ll let you play the rest in your head, but “conflicted” would be the nice way to describe the rest of the scene. Bo is taking and Dyson seems to be at the limit of what he is willing to give. These aren’t the same friends with benefits from the earlier episodes—something dark has come between them.

Dyson is looking pensive when Bo wakes and goes to leave. He puts on a smile and makes small talk in softened voice, but the tension is still there, especially, when she mentions Lauren. It feels like they’ve had this conversation before and both are weary of it. “Leave it already.” “She’s just leading you on. She’s never gonna love you.” Like you do, Dyson? The subtext is so heavy it could bring down the Titanic, but Bo doesn’t acknowledge it. Maybe because Dyson is still unwilling to vocalize that he cares or maybe she can’t see it the way she could never see how much she hurt him with their previous arrangement. Either way it doesn’t matter, Bo picked who she wanted to trust. Dyson gives her the final ultimatum. This is the last time. “I meant what I said.” All the gentleness is gone, he is ice cold again.

I’m still reeling from sadness of the previous scene, as Bo and Kenzi enter an abandoned building. Bo complains that Dyson is being a girl. “What because wolf-boy is tired of you life sucking him whenever the mood hits?” Kenzi replies for a bit of perspective. She tells Bo that she needs to choose a team, but Bo refuses. Before they come to a resolution, they find the contact they were looking for—hanging from the ceiling. “We really need to start hanging out with a better class of people.”

Meet Siegfried: dark fae vampire (really?) and a little lynching can’t kill him. Bo trades some blood for a rumor that a death row inmate has information about her mother. Kenzi is skeptical, but Bo is desperate, and desperation wins out over street smarts. Bo and Kenzi are headed to the US to learn something from a woman who allegedly killed her children. Before she goes though, she has time for a quick doctor’s appointment. Lauren continues her long tradition of not telling Bo anything that might make her look bad, when Bo compliments her necklace and Lauren fails to identify it as the Ash’s mark. They flirt for a bit and Lauren questions Bo about her sex life. While Lauren is happy to know Bo is taking it slow, she is less happy to hear that Bo has a buddy for sexual healing. Bo gets hurt all the time, how did Lauren think she was still alive if she didn’t have a fae partner? Or is she that out of touch that she isn’t aware of just how often Bo injures herself? I vote for the latter, but maybe she never considered it. In the Bo-Lauren dynamic, Bo is the strong one, the protector. Lauren isn’t conscious of the danger Bo puts herself in the way children never realize the difficulties their parents go through. As “her doctor,” Lauren would be happier with someone less “well travelled.” Really? You want to pull out the medical professional card right before you snark about your patient’s sexual partners for your own ends? Worst doctor ever.

Lamenting Lauren showing her fangs, Bo and Kenzi (is that her real hair!?!) go all Criminal Minds in their search for Luanne, our death row inmate. At the jail, Bo instantly recognizes her as fae, but Luanne is pretty cagey. Bo leaves pissed off and determined to figure out why Siegfried sent her on this wild fae chase. Before she can get closure though, Siegfried meets the episode’s titular character: Vex. Turns out Vex can make people do what he wants (awesome power!) and he wants to make Siegfried suffer for spilling “family secrets.” He’s wearing a lot leather and a wicked baby-faced grin and sporting a couple of star tattoos, making him a whimsical psychopath puppet master. You know what happens when Siegfried is forced to go after the knife in the garbage disposal, but they aren’t giving you the graphic details here. What Lost Girl does really well is play off of the genre knowledge of its audience, like in the basement initiation in the sorority house. In this case, we know how it is going to end right from the beginning so the gruesome emotional turmoil sets in long before the noise of the garbage disposal does. Nicely played LG, nicely played.

Apparently, Siegfried can withstand a lynching, but having his heart ripped out was the death of him. No vampire dusting mythology here though. There’s a plenty bloody body left behind for Dyson and the cops to examine. Bo shows up at the crime scene where she is quickly whisked out of earshot by Dyson. He is not happy to see her, and he is not happy to hear she’s chasing another lead about her mother. Bo says she is “entitled to some answers.” Dyson relents and asks what the tip was. Bo tells him about little miss death row, and he tells her she’s dark fae and that Bo needs to back off. Bo thinks that someone killing Siegfried before she could get to him means something and asks for the police files to prove it. “Ask nice,” Dyson growls. I wouldn’t exactly call Bo’s tone “nice,” but there is a “pretty, pretty please” buried in there somewhere. Dyson warns her it is her last favor, and from the look on Bo’s face, I’m inclined to believe him. My heart breaks a little bit further. But when we fast forward to the clubhouse, the sight of Kenzi with blond curly hair is enough to get me to the next commercial break without crying.  Kenzi and Bo go through the police files and conjecture that Luanne and Siegfried were somehow forced into doing things: Luanne drowning her kids and Siegfried cutting out his own heart. All together now: fae.

Bo circles back to Luanne filled with righteous indignation. Luanne tells her story: falling in love with a human, pulling away from her clan, the dark punishing her to send a message. It’s touching how she keeps humanizing the children she lost. “Lucas, Jacob, and Cody! They have names.” Poor, Luanne. The dark don’t like coming in second. Bo thinks she and Luanne are connected somehow, so she is going to go to the Ash to try and get him to intercede.

Lauren is worried that Bo won’t be polite enough to the Ash. What a silly concern. Of course, she isn’t going to be charming or polite or brief. Well, she might be brief, assuming he doesn’t throw her in the dungeon.  The meeting goes about as well as expected: the Ash refuses to intercede and Bo doesn’t keep her cool. Except Bo gets a subtle little threat in at the end. She’s off to try the dark fae. Welcome back, Myer. My favorite elderly kingpin of a “middle management” mob family. He’s so familiar he could be my blankie from 1982. He tells Bo that he doesn’t have enough reach to touch death row before she even asks, and then, informs the startled Bo that she’s “not so good with subtlety.” Apparently, people are watching our little succubus. Dun, dun, duh. Time to start being careful, Bo. Myer explains the politics of the situation and how the fae felt slighted when Luanne chose humans. Bo asks for Myer to let her know who set up little miss death row, and he promises to look into it, but not before being the third or fourth person to warn Bo off of this little crusade.

It’s been a long day for Bo, and what better way to unwind than to take a bath while Kenzi saves the world from robot hookers—you’re welcome. With the world safe, Bo’s bath is looking really relaxing up until the original slayer shows up to make her put cheese on her head. No, wait, no cheese slices and she is a Morragh who wants to kill Bo—that’s not nearly so charming. After nearly drowning and generally getting her ass kicked for a while, Bo narrowly avoids death and manages to electrocute the original slayer Morragh. Kenzi issues her greatest line of the night, “it smells like fried bi----.” Bo is pretty beat up and she’s got Kentucky fried bad buy in her bath water, so she calls Dyson. I’m a little surprised that he comes, but there’s his inner wolf again not saying no even when the rest of him is screaming to get out of the path of self-destruction. He tells her it wasn’t an elder-sanctioned hit, “If that’d been an official hit they would’ve have sent more than just one. Your powers are too unknown for them to risk anything but a major assault.” Ruh, roh. I’m listening to Dyson and the no nonsense lecture is chilling. Kenzi even looks freaked out. Bo wonders why it is okay for someone to just try to kill her, “Isn’t there some general fae rule about not knocking each other off? Dyson tells her that that doesn’t apply if she doesn’t pick a side, she’s fair game for anyone she pisses off. And let’s face it, Bo isn’t a tread softly kind of girl. “So I have to be owned to be free?” “No, just to stay breathin’.” Which Bo obviously refuses to accept in a mad self-deluded way. She lashes back at Dyson that maybe he hasn’t tried to have it any other way. Dyson is dead-eyed serious, “I’ve tried.” I feel like this is one series theme that has been barely touched, and there is a goldmine of opportunity here. It’s more than petulance on Bo’s side. It’s about having the freedom to make your own decisions, to love who you want to love, and to live your life for yourself. Dyson relents and offers to let Bo stay with him—she needs more healing than Lauren can provide. Bo isn’t taking it though, “I needed your help tonight, not your pity.”

The next morning she heads to Trick for advice. Once she mentions her bathtub buddy, Trick takes her in back.

Meanwhile, the “I’m Batman” Ash tells Lauren that he knows about her unsanctioned activities, but assumes they were in the light fae’s best interests. Lauren is stammering and walking after him with a kicked-dog kind of posture that almost makes you feel sorry for her, but since we still don’t know how she got here in the first place, I’m not seeing a lot of reason she couldn’t just leave or at least assert herself in a less cringing manner. Especially after the last scene with Dyson, when Bo accused him of not trying hard enough to be free. After some plot explication, the Ash tells Lauren that Vex is the one Bo is looking for, but he’s going to negotiate to get him out of town. He wants Lauren to use the relationship she’s built up on his behalf and go “entertain” Bo until he can get it done. “She’s a succubus…I’m sure you can think of some way to distract her.” Nice, are you local government or a pimp?

Back at the Dal, Bo is asking the Trick-o-pedia all her questions. Starting with the necklace that Lauren wears. It’s the Ash’s mark. “Fae elders don’t employ humans, they own them.” Again we see the push and pull between freedom and protection. And apparently Lauren has lost the tug-of-war. Turns out of Trick-o-pedia has real encyclopedias also, as he drops a heavy book of fae mythology in response to Bo’s request. “I’d also like a pony,” she teases back. He tells her that Morraghs feed off of rage and that Bo has upset someone, unfortunately Bo has her “I’m rubber and you’re glue” ears on and she ignores Trick as well. Luckily, Trick has something better than unheaded advice to give: a siracon. One handed sword. Fully automatic. Made of unicorn horn. And happy to see Bo. Yeah, it’s BADASS.

Bo takes her new toy and heads back to the clubhouse, where Lauren has stopped by for a drink. And wooboy Lauren really dolled herself up for her big seduction scene. Okay, she didn’t. Maybe we can chip in and get the poor girl a hair dryer and some volumizer? Lauren asks why Bo is identifying so much with Luanne. We’re back to the big themes boys and girls: the right to choose your life.  Bo is adamant about going after the fae responsible, so Lauren switches in to good prostitute mode and proceeds to distract Bo. It’s a success and she doesn’t die, and Bo sweetly pulls off the necklace and tells her that “no one owns you.” But, Bo is still determined to go. Lauren begs her to stay and says she’s doing what she can politically, but she needs more time. Bo is heartbroken when she realizes that Lauren is in her bed as a diversion sent by the Ash. I’m feeling bad for Lauren—she obviously is trying to protect Bo in the only way she knows how, ie, relying on the Ash—right up until she says “I haven’t done anything wrong!” Seriously!! B—tch. Before the damage is fully done, Lauren accidentally gives Bo the missing piece to her revenge on a unicorn sword puzzle by telling her Vex’s name. Bo is ready for a fight. All she’s got left to do is arm up and call in a dark fae debt to get Vex’s location.

Enter deadly dark fae dance club, with kinky puppet master MCing. After a little banter, Bo is prepped a knife fight, but Vex twists it around on her.

Kenzi and Dyson are playing pool at the Dal. Dyson is winning. “What the balls, man. Are you cheating?” “Nope. Just genetically superior.” Lauren runs in all freaked out and nowhere to go but Dyson. “It’s a Mesmer named Vex. He’s too strong for her, Dyson.” “Where.” Nothing else, well save a very expressive snear. Too strong for a very well armed Bo, and Dyson puts down his pool cue and walks headfirst into it. How genetically superior is he exactly?

As Bo is stabbing herself in hopefully a non-vital organ, Vex suffers from a sudden attack of Bond Villan Syndrome. He starts baiting Bo, who reaches behind her and grabs hold of the siracon. “Uh oh. Puppet cut her strings,” coos Bo as she knocks Vex back into the scenery. He hasn’t lost the sense that he could care less what Bo threatens, but he has resorted to buying time with lies. He knows about her mother, apparently Siegfried spilled more than blood. The lie isn’t very convincing to anyone who isn’t ten shades of crazy desperate, but Vex doesn’t need to buy much with it. Dyson arrives and pulls her off Vex and holds her back. I mean he just picks her up and moves her. Efficient.

“If you kill him, they won’t stop until you’re dead.” Vex’s cockiness makes sense, no one would dare touch him not with the entirety of the dark fae elders behind him. She’s way out on the jagged edge now. She pushes the point of the siracon into Dyson’s chin. “I don’t care.” “I do.” He lowers his chin and stares her down. He never flinches, he never blinks, and Bo finally backs down. “He was the only lead that I had left to her.” “He was lying to you, Bo.” And as much I was loving Dyson right then and how he marched straight into serious danger without hesitation and finally said that he cared, he erased almost all of it when he lied and said no one knows anything about her mother. He got a little bit back when he walked out. Usually at this point the protector guy wants to melodrama all over everything and drive home that the rebellious main character was being reckless and prove his original point that she should listen to him, like he’s going to get a calm rational response or a thank you or something. Dyson just walks away and leaves Bo to deal with her shit however she needs to. Kenzi takes her home.

And just so we don’t end the episode liking any of Bo’s allies, we cut to Trick who has apparently interceded in Luanne’s execution. “We need to talk,” he tells the woman climbing out of the body bag. Bam!

1.       Who should Bo forgive first: Trick, Dyson, or Lauren?

2.       Which would you rather fight robot hookers or a morragh?

3.       Would you want to spend time at Vex’s club?