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Bo and Rainer pedeconference away from Rosette en flambé. Rainer is rattling through a list of excuses about how his trusted lieutenant turned out to be cray cray and he totes missed it. He meant well. He’s been away. He was imprisoned. He got confused. He used bad judgment. She looked eighteen. “I was a fool,” he finishes accurately. Bo whirls on him. “I stood in front of my friends and said I choose you!” That insanity is on you alone, chickie. Rainer repeats how Rosette was his most trusted general, so I guess death gave her a bump in rank, and that if “he” managed to turn her against Rainer. “He made her throw herself into a fire, Rainer!” Bo shouts. “Who is he, Bo?” Rainer asks. Bo admits he’s someone even the Blood King fears. “My father manipulated all of us!” Rainer points out that they have an advantage, something her father couldn’t foresee. “We share something real. Something good.” You should really check her dating history, dude. Immediately, Bo’s Glowing Handprint of Destiny goes squirrelly. She asks Rainer what’s happening to her. “Our marks…” he begins. “No,” Bo interrupts. “His mark.” Rainer vows that whatever it is, they will fight it. Bo gasps and glares.
Rainer lays a seriously weakened Bo across a table in The Dal. Trick stalks over accusing Rainer of nefarious deeds. “I knew you were poison!” Rainer isn’t shy about shooting back. “This from the king who separated families and had children watch while their parents were burned at the stake if they didn’t chose between Light and Dark!” Bo begs them to stop. “The Pyrippus,” she moans to Trick. Trick freezes. “You’ve heard of The Pyrippus?” Yes, and if it lasts for more than 4 hours, consult a doctor. Bo explains how they ran into the warrior nuns—“Lots of white; even more crazy” —and how they worship a horse god. “A demon. They think he’s my father.” Rainer takes up the exposition bullet and tells Trick he and Bo bounded together to break’s his curse. “Instead we opened the gateway to Hel.” I’ve known some marriages that didn’t start too different from that.
Trick and Rainer continue their pissing contest. “You should never have left the train!” “You put me there in the first place!” “You dared to challenge the blood laws!” “When will you take responsibility for the chaos you caused?!” “I told you to be home by curfew!” Trick reminds Rainer to whom he’s speaking. “I wasn’t scared of you then and I’m not scared of you now,” Rainer declares. Bo struggles to sit up and begs them to stop, warning that her father is near. “How do you know?” Trick asks with alarm. “I can feel him,” she groans. “He’s trying to cross the bridge! He’s trying to bring her out. He needs her, Trick.” Rainer asks of whom Bo speaks. The Glowing Handprint of Destiny shines again and Bo cries out. “The Dark Queen. Me.” Trick looks properly terrified. With effort, Bo grabs the edge of the table and drags herself across it to clasp Trick’s arm. “I’ve always known this, but now I need you to tell me everything you know about my blood.” That sentence doesn’t make any sense! Trick grimaces but steels himself. Yes, it’s time.
Off by the side of the road, Massimo is digging a hole while howling to “Mother” about how “it’s” burning and yet it is “so cold.” “And the horrific answer to the nature/nurture debate, it takes both to truly make a monster!” Doctor Lauren yells. She’s tied standing up to the post of a chain-link fence. Maybe the hole is for her? “First a human, then a monster, now a god,” Massimo mumbles as he digs. “A god with the Twig of Zamora!” Doctor Lauren updates everyone that the power of the twig is diminishing now that Massimo has killed the last heir. So I guess Hale’s sister, Val, continues to not count at all. Way to go, woman-powered show. The doc continues to mock Massimo over his epic suckage as a villain, so I guess she got over last episode’s abject terror of him pretty quick. “Now your only chance for being immortal is for someone to write a shitty pop song about you, hmm? About a villain who cries about his mommy whose hair goes prematurely grey!” Massimo is looking rough, his hair grey as accused, eyes all I-Ate-the-Una-Mens-Origin-Seed-And-I-Liked-It wild. “The only thing awaiting you is this grave!” he threatens. So it is a hole for Doctor Lauren. He moans in pain and expositions how he swallowed the Origin Seed and now it’s trying to devour him. “It took a council of six Fae to keep control of the Una Mens’s power,” the doc reminds him with a little more empathy. “The human brain can only take so much, Massimo!” Massimo thinks the doc is wrong. Surprise! He believes he’s finally the man he was meant to be, one who would make his mother proud. Doctor Lauren is incredulous at the idea that Evony would be proud of all this. Massimo begins to recite. “She didn’t want no mead, no seed. No Valkyrie hair, no maidens fair.” He leans against the fence and giggles. “No wait. She did want the maiden. Yes, that’ll work. That is what we’ll bring to Mother.” The doc shakes her head as she catches on. “The succubus’s head!” Please. Last time Bo confronted you, you jumped into a lava pit.
Zoie Palmer and Tim Rozon are doing this whole scene in a downpour, by the way. Props to them for going what had to be a really uncomfortable distance.
Back at The Dal, Rainer and Bo sit at the bar as Trick pours the good stuff. He swears the true identity of Bo’s father “remains shrouded from me.” “Much like your guilt,” Rainer bitches. Bo shushes both of them. “We don’t have time for petty bickering.” Rainer doesn’t think Trick killing thousands of Fae back in the day is “petty.” “Many more will die if we do not close the gateway,” Trick reminds him sternly. Bo brings it back to her and her father. Trickopedia kicks in. “When the Blood King’s daughter attacked the Dark to avenge her mother’s death, the King had to set an example to prove that his blood laws were infallible.” Trick looks pointedly at Rainer when he says this. I guess talking about himself in the third person makes it easier to recount his sins. For the rest of us, Trick is going back to the beginning, to how Aoife went off the rails in the first place. “I had no choice but to hand her over to the Dark,” Trick grits out. “Aoife is your mother?” Rainer says to Bo with surprise. He must literally be the last Fae not to know this. Bo gives him an unconcerned look. Yeah, is that a problem? Heh. Trick admits he prayed Aoife would be executed. “She wasn’t.” Bo shakes her head over all the years Aoife spent in the “black dungeons. Centuries. They used her.” Trick ignores Bo’s contempt and instead reminds her that Aoife has his Light blood, “the blood of a mage. Blood that drains life for nourishment and self survival.” Rainer murmurs as how that is the case for all Fae. “But the blood of your father—whoever he may be—allows you to draw life from many victims and, more importantly, to transfer that life force to someone other than yourself. You’ve inherited the abilities of both your mother and your father.” Bo realizes she has hybrid blood and Trick fears it’s this blood that will help her father escape Hel. So they don’t know who he is but they know his power and how he’ll use Bo to escape Hel? Oh-kay.
Rainer is finally catching on to the depths of Bo’s power. “Not only can your blood lift curses, but you can lead armies. Resurrect the fallen as they die on the battlefield. Free the masses!” Trick warns Bo could also enslave those same masses, “if she’s coerced by the wrong hand.” Bo objects to them talking about her as though she’s not there. “Nobody’s going to use me for anything, you understand?” Everyone takes a breath and then Rainer wonders what they should do next. Bo wants to check out the portal, barrel right in without knowing what she’s up against, per usual. Trick protests this is exactly what her father, whoever he may be, wants Bo to do. “For you to be the instrument of escape from his prison.” Bo is open to other options. “Why not swing by my place?” Massimo offers casually as he leans against The Dal’s door jam. “It’s where I’ve got your blonde box, though she’s more of a walking medical kit, really.” Bo leaps to her feet. “What the hell do you want with (Doctor) Lauren?” Massimo isn’t interested in the doc, not really. “Oh my dear magic muff, all I want is you, dead, at The Morrigan’s feet!”
Kenzi is in Evony’s bedroom rifling through the papers the doc left behind. Lamps are overturned; it’s clear there’s been a struggle. Nice to see an allusion to how Massimo got over on the doc even if it’s a little too much in hindsight. Dyson bangs into the room at a run and demands to know what’s going on. Clearly Kenzi called him when she found Doctor Lauren’s stash. Wow, it’s ridiculously easy for a Light Fae solider and a human pet to get access to The Morrigan’s bedroom. Stellar security there, Dark Fae. “Her blood is everywhere, she left her cell phone behind, and she’s obviously been looking for something in the Dark Archives!” Kenzi exclaims without preamble. Wait, she called him because she’s worried about Doctor Lauren?! Please. Also, how would Kenzi know the blood is the doc’s? She doesn’t have Dyson’s sniffer after all. Eh, whatever. “And check this out,” Kenzi adds. She holds up an oil painting that looks like a leftover storyboard from Van Helsing. In it, ye ole villagers run screaming through the town square. At the center is Bo, dressed in her modern clothes and sucking the chi out of the terrified people. “Bo,” Dyson says surprised. “Who else?” Kenzi scoffs. He looks around the wreck of a room and asks about Doctor Lauren. “What happened here?” Kenzi doesn’t know.
“First of all, I goosed her sweet berries,” The Morrigan trills as she enters wrapped up tight in a puffy winter coat with a faux-fur trimmed hood. “Right where you’re sitting.” Kenzi makes a disgusted “ew” and scrambles from the bed to huddle close against Dyson. “Graphic and confusing.” Evony asks how to control the temperature in the room. “It is freezing one minute and then summer in Palm Springs the next,” she grumbles, shedding the coat as if it has cooties. Dyson’s brow furrows as he studies Evony. “Fae menopause?” Kenzi snarks with a shade of her old self. But Dyson has already caught the confusing but recognizable scent. “No…she’s human.” Kenzi’s eyes go wide with wonder as she processes. In the next second, she takes one step forward and clocks Evony across the face. Closed captions read: (pow!). HA! Evony yowls with pain while Kenzi shakes her hand. “I’ve been waiting three years to do that.” Evony rubs her jaw and grouses about all the punching. “I finally get what ‘not in the face’ means!”
The only one staying on point, Dyson demands to know how The Morrigan is now human. “Champers for the good doctor and her miracle snatch. Normally, I’d have her incinerated, but my son took her.” Damn. Kenzi pings on the “my son” bit. “And I need (Doctor) Lauren,” Evony continues. “Alive. She’s the only one
who that can fix…this.” Kenzi goes back to the “my son” bit. “Is it…Vex?” Evony scoffs. “As if I’d let him wear that too-old-to-be-Goth shit if he was. Massimo,” she tosses off. Kenzi erupts and lunges for Evony. “Are you kidding me?!” Dyson barely grabs her back in time. Evony trills that Wall Street in the ‘80s that was totally gnarly and she had “a weak moment with a human that led to birthing an infection who has become more dangerous than a mutating plague.” Kenzi struggles in Dyson’s hold as he tells Evony he locked Massimo up in The Dal himself. “No, Vex let him out,” Kenzi admits as she yanks free of Dyson. “That little shit,” Dyson and Evony say simultaneously. Ha! They look at one another and Dyson asks where Massimo would’ve taken Doctor Lauren. “Where he always goes to lick his wounds when things don’t go his way. Which they never do because he totally sucks.” Ah, the maternal instinct in the wild. So precious. “Ever since he was a little boy with his adorable curls and his…hugs. Ugh.” She shudders as though hugging Massimo was akin to jumping into a lava pit. “He wanted to be one of us; instead he taught himself about our ways. Surrounded himself with the secrets of the Dark.” Kenzi realizes she means Massimo holes up in the Dark Archives. Dyson hasn’t taken his gaze off of Evony; human or not, he knows she’s where the real danger lies. “And what does he want now, Evony?” he asks in THAT VOICE. “What all the boys want, darling,” she replies. “Me.”
Back at The Dal, Bo mistakenly decides Evony sent Massimo and gives him a message in reply. “As much as I can’t wait to tear you apart for what you did to Hale, I am busy dealing with a rising army of the dead…and a real bad guy.” Massimo offers to have “this” get real bad if Bo wants it that way. “Have you ever heard of a Raiju? A thunder beast?” By the look on her face, Bo hasn’t but knows that isn’t good. “Because I have,” Massimo continues. He pulls his hand apart and a force of sound builds between them. “And I took this from her.” He flings the power at Rainer and Trick (closed captions read: [magic shooshing]), which knocks them to the ground. Bo slugs Massimo, but he takes the hit without damage and sighs belaboredly. Grabbing her shoulders, he flings Bo into the half wall, shattering the gold glass, and then across the room. “What’s the matter, Bo-Bo? Looking a little peaked? Why don’t you have a seat?” He crashes a chair over her back, breaking it to pieces. Trick rouses and looks at Massimo with horror. “The seed.” Massimo lifts Bo up by her jacket and britches and holds her over his head. With a maniacal growl, he slams her back into the floor, unconscious. Rainer is conscious, but cradles his side where ribs are undoubtedly broken. “You stole the seed from my vault!” Trick growls in accusation. “And I swallowed it whole. Yum Yum,” Massimo chortles.
Trick climbs to his feet with effort. “I’ll deal with the druid,” he says in such a voice, I would not want to be in his line of sight. Rainer protests. “She’ll need you. You owe me this at least.” Massimo couldn’t care less. “And who the hell are you?” he asks. Let us know when you figure that one out, ‘kay? Rainer swings at him, a really weak effort that Massimo easily grabs. He twists Rainer’s arm up and behind him with a grotesque cracking sound. Rainer screams in pain and falls to his knees, his back to Massimo. That’s some Class A foresight use there, pal. “Tell the Valkyrie my soul is hers again,” he says to Trick. Massimo grabs him by the back of his neck and turns Rainer to face Bo, who while conscious, has blood running down her forehead. “This is going to be fun,” Massimo gloats. “I’m sorry,” Rainer grits out. “For everything.” Massimo snaps his neck and drops him to the ground. Bo cries out. “No!” Massimo stumbles back in pain. “His foresight! It’s too powerful!” So now Massimo absorbs the powers of the Fae he kills? Since when?! He knocks over some barstools, scrambles to his feet, and flees The Dal. Bo whimpers on the floor. Trick checks Rainer’s pulse. “He’s gone.” Bo sobs. How did Rainer not see that coming?!
Bo wakes up on her bed at Hilton Hovel with Tamsin hovering over her. Literally. She asks how she got there. “Trick’s stronger than he looks,” Tamsin quips. Also, there’s that nifty door that goes from The Dal right into Hilton Hovel…Tamsin jerks her chin. “And he kind of drugged you.” Bo doesn’t have the energy to get upset about that. “Oh. Groovy,” she mumbles. She tries to rise as Tamsin eases back, but moans when reminded of her substantial injuries. Tamsin fills in that Trick went to the Light library to get some book he thinks has information on the soldiers from Hel. “Oh God,” Bo moans. “Rainer.” Tamsin nods in sympathy and that’s pretty much all Bo’s “destiny” rates for being dead. Given he had about as much overall impact on the show, it seems fitting. Tamsin notes how Bo is pretty beat up. “I figure a few busted ribs, busted collarbone.” Bo tries to sit up more with great effort. “Where’s a hot kitsune med student when you need one?” Heh. Nice callback, show. In fact, this entire scene is a nice footnote on when Bo and Tamsin’s positions were reversed in the season three finale. “Hale, Rainer. I couldn’t save them. And (Doctor) Lauren has been taken by some asshole that I can’t even get close to.” Eh, that one’s not a rush. “I let everybody down. I don’t even know what to do,” she complains.
“Why don’t you suck it up and get your shit together?” Tamsin snaps. Bo is taken aback to have someone actually not pat her hand and tell her what a good job she’s doing and it’s not her fault. “Yeah, it sucks to be the leader,” Tamsin continues, “sucks to be queen, sucks, sucks, sucks! Get over it!” HALLELUJAH, there is SENSE in FAEVILLE! “How dare you!” Bo shouts back, but Tamsin is far from done. “Oh poor me, I’m the Chosen One. Why don’t you act like it for once?!” Bo grabs her by the neck and sucks down her chi. Ah, that’s what Tamsin was aiming for. Got it. Afterwards, Bo studies Tamsin, puzzled, as the Valkyrie shakes it off. “You taste different. Happy.” Tamsin flinches. I think the idea here is that banging Dyson has made Tamsin happy, but that is so much bullshit and so contradictory to everything that’s ever been between them (except the bar bang) that I’m ignoring it. Except for that bit, I mean. Shuddup. Uncomfortable now, Tamsin fidgets. “There will be time to mourn, later,” she says, deliberately not meeting Bo’s gaze.
And that’s about all the time Bo can manage not to think about herself. “I am still not strong enough to defeat Massimo. He’s basically invincible. He won’t die!” With a wicked smile, Tamsin says they’ll have fun trying, “over and over and over again.” Bo smiles back. Footsteps sound pounding up the stairs and Dyson runs into the room at full tilt, Kenzi on his heels. He is fully freaked out. “You guys okay?” he asks, gaze locked on Bo. Without waiting for an answer, he takes two steps forward and embraces Bo. I’m guessing Trick called him about Massimo killing Rainer and beating the crap out of Bo. Eyes closed, she clutches him tight. Dyson checks Tamsin, who smiles back weakly. I’m good. Bo opens her eyes and sees Kenzi over his shoulder. She releases Dyson who steps to the side just behind her shoulder, backing her up. “Hi,” Bo says to Kenzi softly. Crying with relief, Kenzi replies in kind. They are so tight; everything is subtext. If it were just these four, Trick, and Vex, this show would rock Hilton Hovel to the ground.
Downstairs, Tamsin drops on the couch next to Kenzi. “Well that was awkward,” she mutters. There’s so much that covers, either that Bo and Dyson emotional mo that just happened in front of her when she let Bo suck her chi a few seconds earlier and just banged Dyson a few days before that or the twitchy feet between Bo and Kenzi. “Armageddon can be. Just ask Ben and Liv,” Kenzi quips weakly. She grabs a book off the pile on the table as Tamsin says she has to forgive Bo. “Life is too short.” Kenzi snarks that she knows that, given her boyfriend just died. Tamsin reminds her Rainer is also dead, “which means I have his soul and a second chance to deliver it to where I should’ve in the first place. It could end my exile from Valhalla,” she explains in earnest. Kenzi merely hums as she reads. Tamsin gives up trying to tell “Moms” about how the biggest mistake she made in her life can now be rectified, which would bring her the redemption for which she’s been waiting hundreds of years. Instead she notes that the book belonged to “that bitch, Rosette.” Kenzi confirms it’s written in Norwegian. She’s fixated on a drawing of gates closing over flames and people cheering. “What is this?” Tamsin: “A sale at IKEA?” Heh.
Kenzi doesn’t react and instead asks Tamsin to translate a specific section, which turns out to mean “daughter” and “heart.” “As in the daughter’s heart will close the portal?” Kenzi clarifies. Tamsin wonders if that means Bo has to rip her heart out of her chest. Yes, it means exactly that. But while Tamsin’s locked on literal translation, Kenzi has already made the metaphorical leap. She asks Tamsin not to tell Bo about the translation yet. “Let’s get (Doctor) Lauren first.” For Fae’s sake, WHY?! Tamsin agrees and heads on back upstairs to get marching orders while Kenzi stays on the couch. Once she’s sure Tamsin is gone, she tears the relevant pages from the book and holds them close.
Upstairs, Dyson leans in the doorway and watches as Bo gears up and declares that (Doctor) Lauren comes first. Just gag me with an entire place setting. Why does a woman who has done so much damage to everyone over and over and over again constantly merit so much value for absolutely no reason? Oy, this SHOW. Dyson asks about Bo’s father, you know the really evil dude trying to take over the world and drag it into hell? Or does that not count held up against the Wonder Lauren’s golden
snatch med kit? ARGH! “Daddy Darko waited thirty years to show up. He can wait another hour. We get (Doctor) Lauren or we get dead.” Well then get dead, sweetie. It’s a much more fulfilling prospect at this point. Dyson vows to do whatever it takes, as usual. Bo admits she does need something from Dyson. He bobs his brows at her. Yeah? “No, not that.” she groans, correctly reading his silent inquiry to her need for a sexual power up as though she’s never, ever used him for that before. She takes a piece of paper from her bra. “I already fed off Tamsin.” Now Dyson expression is working overtime as he processes his lover feeding off his partner who he’s now banged as well. “Really?” he drawls, with all kinds of subtext and meaning. He flinches and glances toward the stairs toward Tamsin’s location as if considering possibilities never before entertained and not sure how he feels about them. Really, the threesome that makes the most sense on every level is Bo, Dyson, and Tamsin. If you have to go there, then get on that, Show.
“If I’m gonna stand half a chance at beating Massimo, I need to get back to myself. And I need a witness.” She’s unfurled her contract with the Dark, which Rainer had on him when he died. “And now Rainer’s dead,” Bo says firmly. She tears up the contract with increasing fury. “The Una Mens are dead. Everyone is dead except the guy who should be! And now so are my ties to the Dark.” Hang on. We’ve gone through this entire season about what a BFD it was that Bo had declared herself Dark and couldn’t remember how or when or why or who the Rainer guy was who’d sponsored her and then she did remember and stood with Rainer and now he’s dead but now all that can all be undone just by tearing up a piece of paper? LAME. “Bo, I don’t think that’s going to work,” Dyson says. THANK YOU. “No piece of paper is going to tell me who I am,” Bo insists. She paces away and Dyson calls after her, wondering if she’s okay. “Rainer was my partner, someone who wanted to end the tyranny between Light and the Dark.” No longer your destiny, huh? “He was a good man, Dyson, who made a terrible mistake.” What, by defying a megalomaniac Trick? That’s now a mistake? My head hurts.
Dyson clenches and releases his fist. “I see now why Hale was so grounded,” he says. That wasn’t an abrupt transition at all. He crosses to Bo. “Because he had a purpose. All my life I’ve been searching for a king when what I should have been searching for is a queen.” Stunned into silence, Bo gapes up at him. Dyson. He goes to one knee before her. Dyson takes her hand in his and stares at it for one last moment solidifying his decision. “My blood is yours. My soul. My body. I swear fealty to you, Isabeau. Because no matter where you come from or what made you, by your side is where I want to be. Forever.” Oh. My. I love it when he goes old skool. Overcome, openly crying, Bo can’t even speak. Silently, she pulls him up and embraces him, clutching him close and tight, exhaling hard as a tear streaks down her cheek. “I kinda thought we were fighting,” she says with a weak, wet chuckle that breaks the tension. Dyson laughs as he pulls back. “We kinda were,” he replies matter of fact. “I love you,” he vows. She stares up at him. I know it. Bo clasps his face in her hands. “And that is why I need you to serve with me, not for me,” she says, firm again. Which is what he has always done, so don’t be such a dumbass, Bo. He smiles and she strokes his cheek. He takes her hand in his and they do their totally hot charged staring silent communication thing until someone unseen behind Dyson clears her throat. Dyson steps beside Bo revealing Tamsin in the doorway who can’t quite look at him or her. “Sorry,” she offers, embarrassed, arms crossed, body language turned inward. AWKWARD. Aw, poor kiddo. Honey, you ain’t never getting between those two. Ask the doc. She’s been trying and failing for four years.
“We found out some more information about the portal. The book’s calling it the Cinvat,” Tamsin tells them. Dyson stares at her straight on but with compassion. “And it’s at the Spiritual Center for the crazy pony ladies,” Bo snarks to Dyson. They look at one another and, for a moment, forget Tamsin is there. “So what do you say, cowboy? Should we break some fillies?” Dyson sniffs and then indicates for Bo to go first. “Giddy up.” Tamsin drops her gaze as Bo passes her but looks up as if to say something to Dyson, only to drop her eyes again when he brushes past without acknowledgment. Tamsin grimaces—okay. Should’ve seen that coming—then sets her shoulders and follows them. No really, poor kiddo. She’s painfully and unusually vulnerable, and it almost hurts to watch.
“So this is what a portal to the Underworld looks like,” Dyson muses as he and Bo slowly approach the ziggurat in the Spiritual Center for the crazy pony ladies or SCCPL. So, they went there alone to close the gates of Hel. I mean, if anyone can do it, it’s Team Badass, but still a Valkyrie back up wouldn’t exactly be untoward. Bo notes that it’s kind of hard to miss. Dyson ticks off the highpoints of the décor. “Horse heads. Broken bits of carousels. Daddy’s got a flare for the drama, huh?” “Go big or go Hel,” Bo quips. She drops the bravado and turns her back to the gateway. Revealing her fear, she asks Dyson what he thinks will come out of the ziggurat. Dyson sizes up the battlefield. He glances over Bo’s shoulder at the entrance and his mouth settles into a hard line. “Shitloads of revenants.” He takes a wolf battle stance and growls as the sum total of three revenants dressed as World War II soldiers lumber out of the ziggurat to stand before them. But Bo doesn’t hesitate. She spreads her arms, opens her mouth, and immediately sucks the chi out of all three revenants. “Bo, don’t!” Dyson shouts to no avail. Slowly Bo turns back to him, eyes glowing blue, and the Wind of Power kicks up to play with her ponytail as she gets her Dark Galadriel on. “I am your queen, whether you swear it or not, fool,” she says heavy with voice modification. “And my true army cometh.” Shocked, confused, and downright scared, Dyson nonetheless squares off against her.
“I was bound by blood. Now we bathe in it,” Boladriel intones. “Humans. Fae. All will bow before me.” She advances on Dyson who slowly retreats. “Bo, come back to me, please!” he entreats. “All will break beneath the power of the Pyrippus.” She grabs his jacket. “Dyson, I can’t stop.” He grabs her arms. “Fight it!” She can’t. “Dyson, do something!” she pleads. Dyson grabs her head and kisses her deeply. She kisses him back in kind and it pulls her back from the edge. Magic kiss of true love FTW! She catches her breath. “Oh you need some new moves,” she quips. “Really,” he drawls. “Works every time.” “Turning me off instead of turning me on?” Bo teases with a naughty smile. Well, since turning you on turned you off, I’d go with both. Back to herself now, Bo and Dyson face the revenants as Team Badass again. “You ready for a threesome?” she asks. Ye gods! Enough with the threesome cracks, Show! “And you’re saying I need new material?” Dyson murmurs in THAT VOICE. HA! Man, everything on this show, even the complete WTFery, just gets eons better when the two of them are together.
Down in Tolkien’s Lair, Trick paces while Evony nonchalantly pours herself a drink and urges him to relax. “You’re gonna wear out your big boy pants,” she mocks in a little girl’s voice. “You know, when you smirk like that it really brings out the lines around your eyes,” Trick taunts. Heh. Drunk, Evony coos that “Patrick” is as witty as he is powerful. “How come we’ve never…” Trick gives her an arched look. “You’re not really my type.” Evony pouts. “Because I’m human? A mother?” Trick scoffs. “A stone cold bitch?” he suggests. “Oh boo,” Evony dismisses without rancor. “Bitch is just a word men used when they feel threatened by the chick in charge. I am not going to apologize for being smart or ambitious.” PREACH. “Or trying to kill everyone I love?” Trick offers. “Please,” Evony scoffs. “If your grand-slaughter’s Dad is who you’re too scared to say he is we’re all gonna be Bo-Bo-qued anyway.” I am digging Drunk Human Evony. She suggests they might as well have some fun first and gets up close and cozy to Trick to show what kind of “fun” she means. “There has got to be another way,” Trick says with trepidation. Evony sighs heavily and rolls her eyes. He tries to come up with alternates. “Resurrect the terra cotta army? Dig up the Sharur?” Evony states that there’s only one way to close the gates of Hel, “and it won’t involve a mythical talking mace.” But that would be cool.
She tells Trick to think about how these things usually work. “Souvent, une petite chose jette une grande ombre.” Trick translates. “Sometimes the smallest thing cast the longest shadow.” He doesn’t like that answer and heads of to get something while Evony wonders if they’re just going to sit there and wait for enslavement, chaos, and anarchy to come calling. “Because we’re almost out of booze.” Priorities! Trick returns, Bo staff in hand, ready to rumble. But Evony is getting a weird feeling. “The sense that for once you’re doing the right thing?” Trick snarks. Ha! Nope, The Morrigan has a wedgie. “God, being human sucks!” Actually, they’re having their best, final season yet. “Still, if I’m going to go out, I’m gonna go out looking fabulous.” Trick looks her up and down. “Trust me, you do.” He asks if she’s ready for this and gestures for her to precede him out of Tolkien’s Lair. “A mother’s work is never done,” she mocks. Evony sashays past him and up the stairs. “Neither is a grandfather’s,” Trick mutters. Heh. Also, that line was improved by Rick Howland. Ha!
Dyson and Bo run out of the SCCPL into the hallway where Bo first met Sister Epona. “Well, that was athletic,” Dyson quips darkly. Bo reminds him they faced only three revenants. “How many cursed souls have died on the battlefields of history?” Dyson allows the number is probably in the millions. “About that kiss,” Bo begins. Dyson turns back. “Should I say I’m sorry?” he asks roguishly. “For what, saving me?” Bo returns. He warmly asks if she’s okay. “Yeah. I feel awesome.” Once you go wolf…Before she can say more, the entire building shudders violently. Bo and Dyson grab one another for balance. “Dyson, my father is close. I feel so powerful.” Dyson realizes she’s channeling her father’s energy through the portal. “Can you control it?” Bo wonders if it’s time she got a little out of control and Dyson thinks that’s good to hear. “Because she needs you.” Yes, Kenzi does need her and has for quite some time now. Good on you for redirecting Bo back to her bestie. Poor kiddo has been left to flounder on her own for too long. Bo teases that Dyson isn’t going to tell her to save the world before she saves the girl. He loves Kenzi; of course he chooses her first. “You taught me well. And she’s my friend too.” Come on, Kenzi is more than a friend. Bo reminds him her father is going to keep sending revenants out of the portal to bait her. “I need you to contain the dead warriors that come out of that Cinvat. “ She orders him not to let them get above ground and that Tamsin should cast doubt over them to make them go at each other’s throats. “And then tear them out of them,” she finishes viciously. Looks like he’s taught her well too. “With pleasure,” Dyson agrees, wolfishly. “And what about Kenzi?” What about Kenzi? You just had a whole conversation about how Bo is going to go off and save Kenzi before she saves the world. Hang on. Hang on one bloody minute. That whole exchange was about Doctor Lauren?! Are you frickin’ kidding me? Bo is abandoning a fight for the entire world AND continuing her abysmal neglect of Kenzi in her greatest need to go running off after the doc, the one person on this show least deserving of an affection and loyalty she’s constantly rejected, one more bloody time?! Show, you’re drunk. Go home. I can’t even.
Oh look, Mom and Dad have to rescue Mom’s ex-girlfriend. Again. Nifty. Also, if you save the girl before the world, you’ll have no world for the girl to live in, dumbass. Kenzi is worth that risk; Doctor Lauren will never be.
“And what about Kenzi?” Dyson asks. Yeah, REMEMBER KENZI, BO? “Keep her close,” Bo says as she tears up. “Keep her safe. Can you do all that?” You mean, do YOUR job? Yeah, he can do that. He’s been doing it for a while now. “Hold back the armies of Hel?” he says, warm and loving. “I thought you would never ask, my queen.” He sketches a formal bow before her. He sobers for a moment and nods at her before hurrying back to fight the undead armies of a power mad super Dark Fae from Hel. No big.
Bo lays the necklace box—ye gods, not the damn necklace again!—that Doctor Lauren never gave her on a tree stump because she’s been running around all this time with Rainer and then Dyson with the necklace box in her pocket. Sure. I’m not even gonna try and figure out where the tree stump came from. She puts on the vagina necklace because nothing says love like a symbol of a female organ around your neck. Tamsin and Kenzi enter the hallway, so I guess Dyson called them and Tamsin drove really, really fast. They’re both heavy with the glum but at least Kenzi is back in her Kenzi clothes complete with corset and Geraldine. Bo says her name, but Kenzi just crosses right over and embraces her for a long minute. Aww. Pulling back, she holds out Geraldine on offer. “You’re gonna be fine,” she says definitively. Puzzled, Bo studies her face, but then accepts Geraldine by the hilt with a half smile. Without another word, Kenzi strides off in search of the Apocalypse. Tamsin grimaces at Bo—good luck—and then follows Kenzi.
Down in the Dark Archives, Doctor Lauren is now indoors and properly chained to the base of a foundation pillar. So much for being buried in Massimo’s hole, I guess. Massimo spews more crazy. “I am Evony’s son. I was burned alive for seven days.” And on the eighth day, he smoldered. “I can handle The Wanderer’s gift.” He doesn’t like that name. The doc pings on the fact that Massimo has Rainer’s foresight and asks what he did to Bo’s density. Massimo screams with the pain. Doctor Lauren hopes he chokes on it. Massimo claims to have absorbed all things Fae with knowledge Doctor Lauren couldn’t hope to dream about. “You are a psycho loser with a brain full of shit that you don’t even know how to use,” she shoots back. The door opens and Bo wanders in, all casual like. “And it sounds like you might be allergic to origin seed.” Doctor Lauren perks up to see her. Not like that. Okay, maybe like that. No way to tell with those jackets. Bo holds up Geraldine. “I got your Epi pen right here.” Heh. “What do you say, druid? A little prick to end a big prick?” She checks if Doctor Lauren is okay. Unfortunately, she is. The doc tells Bo that she shouldn’t have come. For once, Bo accepts the doc’s continued rejection, agrees with her that she shouldn’t have come in the first place, and leaves her to her fate. Oh, all right. “I always do,” Bo replies. That’s the problem. Massimo mocks the ex-lover’s lament and Bo pokes him over his lack of knowledge about love. Massimo sneers that Evony is obsessed with Bo while Bo notes that Massimo is obsessed with Evony. “Gee, I wonder why you’re still single.”
Massimo thinks Evony is just hard on him so he’ll be the best, which he has now achieved. “The Una Mens is able to reflect the power of any Fae who dare to challenge them. And I have absorbed all those powers, six-fold. That is a nifty bag of tricks to choose from.” Reflect the power, not absorb it. He can only replicate a Fae’s power if and when it’s used against him. But whatever, Show. Can hardly expect you to check your own facts this late in the game. Bo shifts on her feet as she loses some confidence at the idea of Massimo’s true power. She calls him a monster. Ignoring her, Massimo decides to start with something from his last kill as a human. “A pretty, little ditty from your favorite siren.” He unleashes a huge blast of siren call against Bo who goes down beneath the onslaught. Behind her, Doctor Lauren wrestles with her chains. Kenzi taught her how to pick locks way back. Shouldn’t she be out of those by now?
Back at the SCCPL, Kenzi ponders the pages she tore from Rosette’s book. She looks up and away. “Destiny. Boo-yah.” She stares off toward the Cinvat with frightened determination.
Back in the Dark Archives, Massimo tosses Bo across the room to flop onto the ground next to Doctor Lauren who cries for Massimo to stop as Bo has had enough. ‘Cause that works. Massimo quips that Bo’s the one who won’t quit. Bo orders Massimo to let Doctor Lauren go, because she saw how successful Doctor Lauren was with that move. Massimo sucks his teeth. “I like an audience.” You’re on the right show for that. “Do you know you’re going to breathe your dying breath helpless, watching me kill the good doctor?” Don’t tease, Massimo. “You have a very rich fantasy life,” Bo snarks. Heh. But Massimo isn’t monologuing, he’s relating the future he sees thanks to Rainer’s stolen power of foresight. “I can see the battle ahead courtesy of—I’ve already forgotten his name.” He bowls over in pain and Bo takes the moment to check that the doc it okay. “Two minutes and I’ll be out of these cuffs,” she replies. “Seriously?” Bo asks with a huge dose of no way. “I learned a lot from Kenzi’s shadow thief training.” No, she learned how to pick cuffs from Kenzi’s mad pick-pocket skillz and then honed in on her never-shown-onscreen-because-that-would’ve-been-too-much-fun-without-Doctor-Lauren shadow thief training with Dyson. Honestly, it’s a wonder she ever had any time to rifle through the Dark Archives much less the months and months of research and testing to come up with a vaginal serum that rewrites supernatural DNA in under twenty minutes. Doctor Wonder Lauren indeed. Fae forbid Kenzi even be allowed one thing for herself, even when it involves Dyson, without it being corrupted by Doctor Lauren? GMAFB. Massimo bops back up and rings the bell for round three. The doc tells Bo that first they need to kill the mother lover. Bo decides to go with the classics. Dusting off her hands, she tries to suck his chi, but given as he has the Una Mens’s power to reflect power back, it doesn’t work. Duh.
Massimo admits she almost had him there. “Must have a little something extra in the slutty tank today.” Dyson does bring a little extra something to the party every time. And with that slut shaming, there goes that last remnant of the Lost Girl I knew and love. “It’s called the coming apocalypse, dick,” Bo spits back. Oh yeah. Maybe you should get on that. She tells Massimo if he would just die like a good boy, she could get back to dealing with it. Or you could just go and deal with it. Massimo will absolutely keep. Massimo chortles that Bo’s origins are fascinating. “The Power of the Pyrippus?” In spite of herself, Bo wonders what he knows about it. “I know that being raised by humans has made you soft. I know that The Keeper was right to warn you of the shit that’s coming your way.” Gasping with sudden pain, Bo collapses against the pillar. “Feels kinda crappy, doesn’t it Bo-Bo?” he taunts. “Being helpless. Being mortal.”
The Morrigan makes her entrance. “Oh, is that how you’ve felt all these years?” Massimo is shocked to see her but Bo gets a shifty look on her face. She draws her dagger and holds it against Evony’s throat. “This is not what Trick and I discussed,” Evony drawls, unconcerned. Bo thinks she’s just collateral damage. “Looks like once again, only I choose who lives…and who dies.” This time she says it without the Boladrial moment, which actually makes it scarier because now she believes her own press. Massimo throws a temper tantrum.
Back at the SCCPL, where the real battle is going on, Dyson and Tamsin are in the thick of it. He drops a remnant and glances over his shoulder at Tamsin who backs up to him. “Never actually seen a Valkyrie in battle before,” he admits. “It’s impressive.” She laughs. “You got anything under that codpiece worth fighting for?” she yells as she slices another remnant’s throat. Shouldn’t she already know that HE DOES? “You should know!” he shouts back. There you go then. “What are all these hell spawn?” he asks, serious again. “The first of millions,” she muses darkly and then kills another. Dyson puts another down. “You know if we don’t get out of here…” Tamsin cuts him off and tells him to shut up. “I’m just saying. We’re outnumbered. Two against the scourges of Hel?” Could probably use a super-powered succubus who can drain remnants en masse at once right about now, huh?
“Three!” Trick announces as he joins the battle. “Time to stop dwelling in the past and get to fixing the future!” Blood King with the coherent character season arc FTW! He asks where Kenzi is. “Safe,” Tamsin assures him. What, in the hallway? “For now,” Trick caveats morosely.
Massimo screams and whines. Bohr-ring. “You let her go or I’ll blow your bitch brains all over your (ex) girlfriend’s face.” Evony scoffs at his horrible villainy. “Who taught you to threaten?” Bo taunts that “human Mommy” must taste delicious. “Delectable,” Doctor Lauren interjects. “But don’t take my word for it.” Bo uses her knife to turn Evony’s face toward her and drinks down her human chi while Massimo whines at Bo not to hurt her. “I can taste how she really feels about you. Coward. Pathetic. Mistake.” Massimo screams. Again. He moves to turn Bo’s power back on her, but instead, Bo shoves Evony in front so that Massimo sucks her chi down. “See, it’s not sucking chi that makes me special,” Bo brags as she saunters down the line of blue spit to Massimo. “It’s that I learned how to stop. For ten years I went on a killing spree. And then I found my friends. You think you know love? Use it to save her.” He can’t. “I could breathe the chi back into her but you don’t have that power yet,” she taunts.
He breaks free with effort and runs over to the crumpled Evony. Massimo begs Bo to make Evony better and Bo says to do that, she’ll need to take someone else’s chi. Pick Doctor Lauren! Pick Doctor Lauren! “A life for a life,” she says as her eyes go blue. “That’s the Fae way.” She grabs him up and sucks him down as Doctor Lauren watches. Tossing Massimo aside, Bo leans over and feeds chi back into Evony. As Evony coughs air back into her lungs, Bo retrieves Geraldine from the table. Massimo hovers over his mother. Doctor Lauren, with absolutely no stealth whatsoever, snatches the Twig of Zamora from Massimo’s jacket pocket. “You can’t hurt me,” he cries. “You can’t kill me. I’ve got…” Having finally freed herself, Doctor Lauren stands next to Bo and holds out the Twig of Zamora. “A tiny twig,” she finishes. “Hale’s last gift,” Bo gasps. Doctor Lauren crumples it up in her hand, because it’s not like Kenzi might want it back or maybe there might be some use for a twig that makes you un-killable during, I dunno, the Apocalypse. Bo tells Massimo the twig was not what stopped her from killing him. “I have other plans for you.” Massimo gets to his feet. “Well, Daddy’s coming to play and you’re both going to die anyway.” Bo: “At least we’ll die a Family.” Oh bullshit. She smacks Massimo across the face. “That is for laying a finger on (Doctor) Lauren.” She knocks his knees out from under him. “For Rainer!” She whacks him across the face again with the Geraldine’s hilt. “For Hale!” Finally, she runs him through with the sword. “And that is for breaking Kenzi’s heart.” Massimo be dead.
Back at the SCCPL, the battle has reach slow-motion levels of fighting. Kenzi slowly makes her way unaccosted through the teams of remnants now fighting each other under the influence of Tamsin’s doubt. Tamsin, Trick, and Dyson battle those remnants Tamsin doesn’t control. Rising from a fresh kill, Dyson sees Kenzi headed straight for the ziggurat. He runs to reach her. “Kenzi! What are you doing here?” Kenzi turns as though in a trance. “We can’t wait any longer. We’re outnumbered and you’re injured.” Bent over at the waist, exhausted, Dyson still rambles that they have to fight. “We have to keep fighting!” Kenzi corrects that what they have to do is close the portal. Frantic, Dyson reminds her they don’t know how to do that. Kenzi takes his cheek in her hand. “Dyson, I get it now. I do have a part to play.” He doesn’t know what she’s talking about, but is beginning to realize it’s not good. “Destiny. It has a sick sense of fun,” Trick fills in during a break from Bo staffing bad assery. He goes back to fighting as Kenzi holds the purloined pages out to Dyson. “It’s the only way to close the gateway to Hel. It’s Bo’s heart.” The closed captions say “Bo’s true heart.” Interesting. Kenzi takes a pause before she commits out loud. “And I’m it.” Dyson gapes at her in shock. NO.
Bo and Doctor Lauren are outside the Dark Archives. The doc notes Bo’s wearing the vagina necklace. Bo says she loves it. “And Rainer?” the doc asks. Bo says Doctor Lauren was wrong about her destiny. The doc nods but is reassured that she was at least right about Bo since the first moment they met when the doc copped a feel of her patient and called it love. Bo notes she always knew the doc was
a total mad scientist waiting to break free and wreck medical vengeance against the Fae extraordinary. “But now a human doctor who can turn the Fae mortal? They’re going to be coming for you.” I can only hope. And pray. This doesn’t seem to bother Doctor Lauren. “Yeah? Let ‘em try.” Yes, LET THEM. Bo smiles. “You really are Dark.” I’ve been saying this for two or three seasons, but never mind me. The doc corrects her. “No Bo,” she replies, smiling broadly. “I’m yours.” And there’s goes the last of Doctor Lauren’s season four character progression and agency for good. Bo shrugs that off her declaration. “We have to go. My father. The portal to Hel. Tamsin and Dyson. And Kenzi. Oh God, Kenzi.” YES, KENZI. The doc however is going to stay with the now medically stable Evony. “Hippocratic oath and all.” BWAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. No, stop, it’s too much. Show, you kill me with that one. Hippocratic Oath hat tip NOW and for the woman whose DNA Doctor Lauren rewrote against her will much less all the other medical violations she’s done in four years?! Dying. Oh my. Gonna need a minute. Haven’t laughed that hard in a long while.
Bo can’t believe the doc is serious about staying. “You saw her all vulnerable and human,” Doctor Lauren mocks. Plus, Evony does taste delectable. “And, I kind of did this to her, so…” KIND OF?! Bo has to admit that, crazy as it sounds, she gets it. Whatever, dumbass. “Get out of here, succubus,” Doctor Lauren quips but there’s an air of finality about the scene. “Destiny’s calling.” Actually, destiny died with Rainer, but whatever. Bo takes a few steps away and then turns back for one final goodbye mack. There’s one last lingering shot on Doctor Lauren. Bye doc! Don’t hurry back, ‘kay?
Back at the actual battle, Tamsin slices and dices alone. “Dyson, there’s too many!” she shouts. “Bo’s heart is her heart,” Dyson says emphatically to Kenzi. “It is never that simple with you Fae,” she snaps back. “It is always a metaphor. A symbol. Dyson, it’s me.” Dyson yells that the Cinvat is concentrated energy. “Do you know what it will do to you?!” Kenzi insists that Bo is the only one who can help them, “
and she isn’t there and she needs me to help her!” Dyson shakes his head violently. “NO!” He looks up at the Cinvat. “I’ll go.” He immediately takes a step forward to do so, but Kenzi stops him. “She loves you, yes.” You can stop there. No, REALLY SHOW. “She loves (Doctor) Lauren.” Oh FFS. “But you know that it’s me. I’m her heart! You know that!” Kenzi sobs. You’re his heart too, kiddo. She grabs his neck to force him to meet her gaze. “Look, I have a plan. Rainer had the gift of foresight. He knew this would happen—had to happen.” Dude just missed his own death. I wouldn’t really on his powers of foresight at the moment. The building rumbles and shakes as Daddy gets closer. Kenzi looks around with fear and starts to speak faster to get it all out to Dyson before it’s too late. “Now Tamsin has his soul, the golden ticket to Valhalla. That’s where she’ll take me when this is all over! That’s where I’ll wait!” Dyson refuses to go with it. “Yes, Dyson! If I can go out like this, a warrior, in battle, maybe I’ll even see him again.” She’s crying now, smiling through her tears at the one person who loved Hale as much as she did. “I will wait for Bo in Valhalla,” she announces, steady again. “You know that she’ll never stop looking for me. She will never stop fighting to bring me home.”
The screeching howl of Bo’s father sounds through the room forcing them to cover their ears in pain. “Something’s coming!” Trick shouts. “The Pyrippus!” Kenzi yells at Dyson. “It is the only way, Dyson! It is the only way Bo can save the world.” Looks to me like Kenzi’s the one saving the world. Dyson bears his teeth in pain and protest but he’s beginning to see they have no choice.
Out in a field somewhere, Bo stops in her tracks as her GHD lights up. She clasps her side in pain and feels something in her jacket pocket. Slowly, she draws out Kenzi’s engagement ring. “Oh Kenzi, no. No!”
Back at the SCCPL, the noise eases. Kenzi slowly lowers her hands from her ears. She smiles lovingly at Dyson. There are no more words to say. Slowly, she turns back to the ziggurat. Now that Dyson can’t see her face, she drops the smile. Fear and determination fill her visage. For a moment, she and Dyson are framed together, one behind the other as the battle rages around them. Dyson’s expression is a contorted mask of grief, but he does not stop her. As Kenzi walks away from him, he breaks. Kenzi steps over dead remnants on her way to the Cinvat. She pauses when she reaches Trick then continues on unabated as he watches her. The human undoing the dark consequences of the Blood King’s many errors in judgment. Dyson dissolves into grief. Sobbing he lets loose a long, muted howl of fierce agony. Kenzi strides up the hill to the ziggurat without hesitation. Bo runs in just as she reaches the gateway. Trick stands sentinel at the base of the ziggurat, an honor guard to Kenzi’s sacrifice.
At the threshold, Kenzi turns back one last time. Bo runs after her. “No!” Still sobbing, Dyson grabs Bo up as she passes him. “No, no, no! Dyson no! KENZI!” They’re framed against the backdrop of the tapestry of the horse breathing fire on the masses. Kenzi smiles at Bo and Dyson, the two people she loves more than anything in the world, the ones for whom she would sacrifice everything. Bo screams her name silently. Pressing his lips together, Dyson braces himself for what’s coming next and draws Bo in close. They hold on to one another as they watch Kenzi’s final moments. With one last loving smile, Kenzi turns and crosses the threshold into the Cinvat. Immediately, the power convulses her body violently. Trick shields his face from the blinding light. The ziggurat explodes. Bo, Dyson, and Tamsin shield their faces. The remnants drop to the ground, lifeless. Bo holds on to Dyson’s arm and stares at the destroyed Cinvat. Kenzi lies sprawled at the base of the ziggurat, dead. Tamsin streaks across the room. She crouches over Kenzi and breaks down, sobbing wildly. She looks up at Bo and Dyson. In shock, Bo steps toward her, but, pages still in his grip, Dyson snags her arm. There’s blood streaming from his head wound. He says one word: “Valhalla.” Dazed, Bo pulls free. Fuck Valhalla. She takes a few steps toward Tamsin and Kenzi. Tamsin gets to her feet with effort. Her eyes black out and black and white wings sprout from her shoulder blades. The wings are fucking cool. She kneels next to Kenzi and embraces her with the wings. Dyson struggles to watch and can barely contain his grief. He checks Bo. Bo starts to lose it as Tamsin’s actions bring home the reality of the situation. She breaks down into sobs that nearly break Dyson again. Tamsin gathers Kenzi up. With a flare of light, the Valkyrie takes Bo’s heart to Valhalla. Trick, Dyson, and Bo are left alone in a field of dead remnants.
Tamsin sprawls unconscious before the gates of Valhalla. Dyson runs up to her. How he located the gates of Valhalla in Faeronto is anyone’s guess. “Tamsin!” She rouses duly as he pulls her up. “Come on, Tammy. Hey, hey.” Tamsin freaks out when she recognizes him and grabs his lapels. “Oh no. You shouldn’t be here!” I think in her confusion, she’s afraid he’s there because he’s dead. “But I am,” he answers softly. She starts to cry. “Kenzi!” Dyson steels himself. “Yeah?” Sobbing, Tamsin can only shake her head. “She’s gone,” she manages. “Hey. We’ll get her back,” he vows. Tamsin freaks out again. “No!” she yells, clutching him with desperation. “No Dyson, no. You can’t let Bo find the second Hel shoe.” This is not what Dyson expected to hear. “Why, Tamsin? Why? What did you see?” He glances behind her at the gates of Valhalla and for a second it looks like he’s about to go in after Kenzi himself. But then he looks back at Tamsin’s face and sees that she’s in horrified shock. Whatever she saw has scared and scarred her badly.
He turns his attention to the woman he can protect right now. Dyson cups Tamsin’s cheek. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. I’m going to get you out of here. I’m not leaving you behind again,” he swears. That’s a nice callback to his distress when he couldn’t find Tamsin at the beginning of the season. He helps her up, but she’s too weak to stand on her own. Dyson scoops her up and cradles Tamsin close to his chest. “There, there,” he soothes. “I’ve got you.” I hate them as a romantic couple for many reasons like it makes for too easy a cheat to remove him from Bo in favor of the grossly unworthy and undeserving doctor, but mostly because this almost sibling/partner tenderness between Dyson and Tamsin is so much more affecting than any contrived banging relationship. And with Kenzi and Hale dead, they both desperately need someone like that in their lives. As Dyson carries Tamsin away, the gates of Valhalla dissolve to reveal a graffiti-strewn wall in downtown Faeronto. So I guess Dyson tracked/sniffed out Tamsin and was able to locate her when she was tossed out of Valhalla…again. Once he was with her, he could see the gates behind her and then as they left, they were once again concealed.
You by Keaton Henson plays on the soundtrack as the succumobile drives down a country road and through a graveyard. If you must wait, wait for them here in my arms as I shake. If you must weep, do it right here in my bed as I sleep. If you must mourn, my love. Mourn with the moon and the stars up above. If you must mourn, don’t do it alone. Alone, Bo gets out of the car with a bunch of sunflowers and voice-overs the epilogue. “We buried Rainer near the battlefield at Ancrum Moor.” Wherever and whatever that is. “It only seemed right that he should rest with those who fought and died for him.” Bo walks through the graveyard and down some steps. If you must leave, leave as though fire burns under your feet. “There has been too much dying already. It’s been hard.” If you must speak, speak every word as if it were unique. “I have lost so much. But I have to be strong.” If you must die, sweetheart. Die knowing your life was my life’s best part. “Now more than ever.” Bo approaches a new, obsidian gravestone. At the top center is a gold etching of a sunflower. MACKENZIE is written across the stone beneath it with KENZI next in larger letters and MALIKOV smaller beneath that. Kid had to die for us to learn her full name. Her years are marked as 1991-2014. Bo kneels before the gravestone and lays the flowers across its base, right underneath Kenzi’s epitaph. FRIEND. WARRIOR. HEART.
Crying now, Bo removes her oversized sunglasses. If you must die, remember your life. Bo strokes her hand down the front of the stone. “I miss you. But more than that, I need you. I need your courage.” Too little, too late. She opens her hand to show Kenzi’s engagement ring on a chain in her palm. Bo wraps the chain around her hand and clenches her fist. “But I am done crying,” she vows as she rises. You are. Oh you are. “I am done being scared. No one else will die on my watch. Whatever it takes, I will get you back. They want me to be afraid?” Who’s “they” again? She looks off in the distance, presumably in the direction of the nebulous “they.” “It’s them who should be afraid. Of me.”
End of Season 4.
Season 5 began shooting on April 7, 2014.
See you then.