The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones

Yeah, no, I know. But when you tell me

to do something I'm going to do it.

So I'm emailing him right now.

Well, I don't know how

quick he's going to get back...

because sometimes he doesn't check.

Yeah, and after the poetry reading

I'm not going home.

It's my birthday.

So I want to go to a club.

No, Simon, I'm not going

to lie to her.

I'm just not going to tell her.

Let me go park the truck.

- See you later, alright?

- Okay.

Hi, Dorothea.

How are you?

I'm good.

Thanks for asking.

So I'll just call, I guess,

and get extra tickets.

Yeah, sure, I'll do it right now.

- Hey, you.

- Simon.

Hi, Simon.

He says:
"Call me".

She just got home.

I'm sure she can hear you,

she's standing right here.

- Hey, Luke.

- How's it going, Clary?

No, I'll get dressed quick.

Do you want some coffee?

If you keep talking

I'm going to be late.

I'll meet you there, bye.

- Did you just use the...?

- How are you feeling?

Fine. Why?

You make sure you come

straight home tonight.

Mom, come on.

It's just a poetry reading.

I know.

Bye.

You need to talk to her, Jocelyn.

She's not ready.

Not yet.

Yes, she is.

You're not.

By the way, thanks for doing this.

His poetry means a lot to him.

That's what friends are for.

Come...

my faux juggernaut,

my nefarious loins!

Slather every protuberance

with arid zeal.

Agony... Torment.

I can't listen to this.

You want another coffee?

Yeah.

Envelope like tiny crocus petals

whisper death...

- Cappuccino and espresso.

- Rain drowns the earth.

- Hi.

- Hey.

Shivering breezes weave through

a morbid tapestry of festering disease.

Turgid is my torment.

- There we go.

- Thank you.

That blonde girl over there

was totally flirting with you.

Ask her out.

- No, wouldn't be fair.

- Why?

Well, because I'm saving

myself for someone else.

- Who?

- ...is my torment.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

I think he's getting worse. As his

friend, you should probably tell him.

Maybe his poetry is great.

We just don't know it yet.

Let's go in here. I want to ask

what that symbol means.

Clary, we'll never get in.

Such the eternal optimist.

- This is so not like you.

- Just go with it for once.

Hi. What does that symbol mean?

- What symbol?

- Yeah, what symbol?

It's right there.

You don't see it?

No.

That was cool.

Yeah, we're fitting in.

Go with it.

- Clary, you want a drink?

- Yeah.

Clary.

Clary, what is it?

You didn't see that?

I know what I saw! They killed

the guy that let us in the club.

- Did you drink something?

- God, no, Simon!

I've heard sometimes they pump

hallucinogenic stuff...

into the air vents,

to make sure people have a good time.

Okay, then, how come you're fine?

Do we breathe different air?

I don't know.

Let's just go home.

- You okay?

- Yeah, fine.

You've been sleeping all day.

And you didn't come home

'til late last night.

Yeah. Well, I'm home, okay?

You can't go.

I sold another painting.

I wanted to celebrate with you.

To what, your one buyer?

Who is this guy, anyway?

He probably just buys your stuff

because he's into you.

I'm sure you'll just string him

along like you do with Luke.

You really want to have

that conversation?

What's that supposed to mean?

- Simon.

- He's like my brother.

I doubt he feels that way.

Okay, well, I'm going to go.

- No, no, you can't.

- This is ridiculous.

- Where are you going?

- I'm just going to Java Jones.

- Jesus!

- Nope. Just me.

- Come on, Simon.

- Clary...

there's something I want

to tell you, okay?

- We can talk about this later.

- Bye, Mrs. Fray.

Look.

Suddenly, I'm drawing hundreds of these

things and I have no idea what they are.

I don't know...

I think I'm going out of my mind.

Maybe you're like the guy

in "Close Encounters".

Everybody thought he was paranoid

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

...UFO... reasonable...

Oh God, this isn't happening.

- What?

- This isn't happening.

Okay, now you're freaking me out.

Clary... are you...?

What are you looking at?

Wait here.

Where's the Cup, Jocie?

- How did you find me?

- You can thank your daughter for that.

Why can I see you

and no one else can?

I was going to ask you

the same question.

I don't even know why I'm talking

to you. You're a killer.

- A cold-blooded killer.

- As opposed to a peace-loving killer?

- I know what I saw.

- You think you know.

Why am I drawing this?

So I was right.

You're not a mundane.

Excuse me.

What's a mundane?

Someone from the human world.

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

Go find the Cup.

- When did this start?

- No. No.

Why am I drawing this?

Answer me!

Simon...

Maybe you should answer that.

It could be your boyfriend.

- He's not my boyfriend.

- Does he know that?

Please, it's annoying.

- Mom, I'm coming home.

- No, you can't come home!

You understand me?

You don't come home.

You call Luke. Tell him Valentine's

alive and that he found me.

- I love you.

- Mom!

You tell Valentine he'll

never have the Cup.

Don't drink! Come here!

Come on!

- I'm sorry. Are you okay?

- You okay? Alright, don't move.

Mom?

Mom?

Come on. Come on.

- That's enough!

- No!

That's enough.

It's dead.

What the hell was that?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Try me.

It was a demon.

You're right.

I don't believe you.

And that thing you saw me

kill at the club, that...

that was also a demon.

And demons can take possession of any

living creature. You can't trust anyone.

Even people you think you know.

So why should I trust you?

I did just save your life.

Dorothea, open up! Please.

Can you...?

Do you know what happened

to my mom?

Do you?

- Wait. You can see this guy?

- Of course she can, she's a witch.

Downgraded from a gingerbread house

to a one-bedroom?

- Do you know where my mom is?

- Sorry. I have no idea.

Well, she mentioned a name: Valentine.

- You better leave.

- No, please.

Not until you tell me something.

Anything.

Let's see what the cards have to say.

I'm sorry, but you know

that I don't believe in any of...

Sit.

Run your hands over the cards.

My mom painted these.

Yes. They were a gift.

Let's see which card gets picked.

The Ace of Cups.

- That's the Mortal Cup.

- So?

Ignore him.

It's a Mortal Instrument. One of the

three holy objects of my people.

- What's it doing here?

- I don't understand...

what any of this

has to do with my mom.

Your mother was a Shadowhunter.

Like him.

No, my mom is a painter.

She never told you

any of this, did she?

Look, all I know is that she's gone...

and I have no idea where

to start looking for her.

Let me read you.

There's something blocking your mind.

My guess is your mother hired someone

very skilled to protect you.

- From what?

- Your own memories.

Why? I don't remember anything

she'd want me to forget.

Wait...

Nice to meet you.

What the hell?

- You scared me.

- What the hell happened here?

- My mom's missing.

- What?

Someone took her

and destroyed the place.

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