Previously on Shadowhunters...
- What just happened?
I need to get this mark off my forehead.
- You have to know something. - I don't.
There might be a vampire who does.
There's a legend of a vampire who lives in hiding in the sewers of New York.
Izzy's getting a Clave map of the sewer system,
so at least we don't get lost down there.
I'm not sure bringing a wolf to meet an old-school vampire
is the best way of getting him to open up.
Right. Of course.
Where's Clary?
I killed her.
What if Lilith's apartment never exploded,
but instead was relocated just before, with Clary alive inside?
- Jonathan. - In the flesh.
What did she do to me?
It's a symbol of our bond.
We're one now, little sister. You and I...
we are one.
What was that?
Just a little change of locale.
What's wrong? You're in Paris. I thought you'd be happy.
Sorry. I'm not, uh... thrilled to be shackled to my demon-blooded brother.
I take it you're referring to our little bond.
I forgive you for trying to kill me, by the way.
So, how does this work?
One of us gets hurt, the other does, too?
That appears to be the case.
Must be an effect of that rune Lilith used to resurrect you.
Well, if we can't be enemies, perhaps we'll be allies.
We've never had a chance to know each other.
And what better place than Paris?
Home of Renoir, Matisse, van Gogh and, now, Morgenstern.
Oh, give me a break.
You're a great artist, Clary. I admire that.
I'm gonna go get us some food.
How about I pick up some art supplies, and you can show me how you work?
Jonathan, wait. Take me with you.
If you really wanna get to know me, you can't keep me locked up in here.
I'm afraid it's not that simple.
Seems simple enough.
I hurt you, I hurt myself.
And besides, we're both on the run from the Clave.
It's not like I'm gonna run away.
How can I be sure you're telling me the truth?
You can't.
You're just gonna have to trust me.
Does that mean that you trust me?
I don't know.
But what you said about how things could've been different
if my mom raised you and Valentine raised me,
it made me think.
Maybe I do owe you a chance.
You know, they say alligators live down in these tunnels.
Yeah, urban legend. Someone probably saw a Raum demon and got worked up.
Yeah, that makes me feel better.
Are you sure we shouldn't check the map?
I know these tunnels inside out.
I used to sneak out when I was a kid and hunt demons down here.
Sure. Normal teenager stuff.
So, most of the city's Shadow activity is concentrated in this area.
If your vampire exists, he should be around here.
It's weird. Raphael said he was the oldest vampire in New York,
if not the world.
- Did you hear that?
Really?
The fierce warrior Isabelle Lightwood is afraid of rodents.
You know, I'm not afraid. I'm repulsed, which is very different.
Come on, pup. Time to rise and face the day.
- Pup? - Panda?
- No. - Okay.
Why is it so early?
Oh, with everything going on, sleep has been a bit of a struggle.
Why are you dressed?
Oh, I had to get up to go to the farmers' market before dawn
to get ingredients for our breakfast,
which, admittedly, is less than perfect.
Do you know how many oranges are required to make a glass of juice?
More than I bought.
I used to have magic to do all these little errands, but I have to admit,
there is a certain charm to doing things the mundane way.
Is today a special occasion?
It's your day off, and I wanna make the most of it.
That's actually really sweet.
Mmm... I thought so.
Drink up. Time for our morning exercise.
Look alive.
So authoritative. I like seeing you in your Shadowhunter mode.
Don't flirt with me. Lower your center.
Little less rusty than I thought.
Tell me you're not just a little impressed.
- Those would've been your last words. - Not necessarily.
Oh, I forgot to tell you. I trained with Grand Master Mitsuyo Maeda.
Is that where you got your black belt in name-dropping?
Oh, low blow.
You deserved it.
I didn't know this was supposed to be a competition.
Oh, am I supposed to just let you win?
You're supposed to be working.
Oh, you're so cute when you're serious.
I told you not to flirt with me.
Hold that thought. Bedroom.
Hey. We need to talk.
Did you check those atmospheric readings?
- Yeah. - And?
And you were right.
The night we took out Lilith
and the night Simon was at the Church of Talto,
there was the exact same drop in barometric pressure in both places.
The apartment was on the move.
- Okay. Did you get another hit? - Yeah, same profile as both.
Where?
- The Ural Mountains, Siberia. - So the apartment's still moving.
It wasn't destroyed in the explosion. And Clary could--
- Could still be alive. - Yeah.
Look, hey. I owe you an apology.
I was so close to giving up, and you never did. Thank you.
Were these tunnels always as spooky when you were a kid?
I don't know. I never made it this far.
Hold on. I think I see something.
Simon, wait!
Whoa.
I don't mean any harm.
I think you're the vampire I'm looking for.
I just wanna ask a few questions about this thing called the Mark of Cain,
which can really mess you up if you try to attack me right now.
So, please, let's just talk.
You have the Mark of Cain, too.
My dear boy...
I am Cain.
See what you can find.
Wow. These are... sparkly.
Yeah, well, they belonged to Lilith.
Happily, she won't be needing them any longer.
Paris is home to the world's fourth largest Institute,
and we're both on the run, so best to keep our runes covered.
You look gorgeous.
Thanks.
You know, it might be kinda hard for me to hide with this hair.
Uh, give me your stele. I'll--
I don't think we're quite there yet.
Allow me.
Shall we?
I don't think we're quite there yet.
Excuse my behavior back there.
It's been centuries since I let anyone near.
But when I saw a Daylighter searching my tunnels,
I thought I might make an exception.
How did you know I was a Daylighter?
You came in from the daylight, didn't you?
Yeah. I just can't believe you're Cain.
The Cain. Son of Adam. Killer of Abel.
I'm sorry. I thought you hated your brother.
That's the story that people tell.
So what really happened?
What do you know about Adam and Lilith?
That they had a messy breakup, and then Adam moved on to Eve.
And Lilith never forgot about it.
She swore she'd exact revenge.
She came after me, Adam's firstborn.
She turned me against my brother. Abel and I eventually came to blows,
- and I... - You hit him with a rock.
The moment I saw blood, it was over.
I fell on him and drank.
How did you become a vampire?
Lilith turned me with her demonic magic without my knowledge.
Abel's heavenly blood made me into a Daylighter.
Did Lilith give you the Mark of Cain?
That distinction belongs to the Seelie Queen.
Of course.
She was loyal to my father.
She thought the mark would protect me.
And then the nightmare began. For centuries, I wandered the earth.
Each time I found refuge, neighbors would hunt me like a freak.
Imagine what it's like, cowering at the center of an angry mob...
and waking up in a sea of bodies.
Trust me, I just got this thing and I know exactly what you mean.
Well, of course.
Of course, you're the only one who would.
Simon, is that you?
Whoa, whoa! It's okay. It's okay. She's my friend.
No. I don't wanna hurt anyone. Please, just let me be.
Cain, no one's gonna get hurt. I just need to get this off.
For that, you need to see the Seelie Queen.
You'll need to bring this.
Is this--
The very one I used to kill Abel.
The queen will know what to do.
I attempted the removal ritual once, but...
I was too afraid to die.
To die?
You miss my cat eyes?
I think it was pretty clear you were enjoying yourself.
Oh, I hope you're not offended if I continue my training elsewhere.
It's more than a little distracting,
wanting to kiss my instructor every five minutes.
Yeah, no, that's probably a good idea.
I thought maybe we could stay in for a while.
Oh, a nice idea, but we're already behind schedule.
There's a gallery in Chelsea that I wanna hit up
and a souvlaki truck in Queens
that the young ones have been twittering about.
You know, you were never much of a planner.
- Are you sure nothing's wrong?
It's just...
I'm used to feeling like I had all the time in the world
- to do whatever I wanted.
'Cause you did. Literally.
But now I have 40... What, 50 years left?
I just feel that my time is a little more... precious.
Magnus, 50 years is a lot of time.
I know, Alexander.
But you've had your whole life to live as a mortal.
For me, it's a bit of a wake-up call.
Especially now, with Clary gone.
I wanna make the most of every moment.
That's really well said.
Okay, good talk.
Now put on your sturdy shoes. We've got a lot of ground to cover.
These are the coordinates.
They must have touched down here. Let's take a look around.
I got tracks.
Look like a female's.
That's Clary.
She must have come this far and then collapsed.
Or whoever was after her must have picked her up
and carried her back to the apartment.
It was Jonathan.
What?
He was in the sarcophagus when the Mark of Cain went off.
He must have escaped, too.
So you think Lilith actually brought him back to life?
Wherever she is, she needs us.
Feels like another century, doesn't it?
It's so peaceful.
Well, after everything we've been through, we deserve a little peace.
Today, we're just brother and sister in the most beautiful city in the world.
You know, I'd love to visit the Rodin Museum.
I was obsessed with his sculptures in art class.
Rodin's a favorite of mine, too.
But the museum is in spitting distance to the Paris Institute.
- Can't we just be careful? - Not until the heat's died down.
How about we get something to eat?
I know a great café that serves the world's best hot chocolate.
Hot chocolate?
Trust me.
You weren't kidding. This place is amazing.
- Mmm!
You know, they'll bring you another if you want.
You're attacking that like a wolverine.
Sorry, I didn't have time to eat after I passed out in the Arctic.
- Sir? - Sir?
- A croissant, please. - Very good, sir.
This was the first place I came after I escaped Edom.
I was hideous, burnt raw from my mother's little love marks.
So I huddled in a hoodie, hoping no one would notice me.
Then the most beautiful boy came and asked if he could share my table.
He looked me right in the face. It's like my burns weren't even there.
Sebastian Verlac.
He was so good.
So full of light. He was everything I wanted to be.
So you kidnap and murder him.
Murder was never part of the plan.
But seeing the hate in his eyes every time I would bring him his meals,
it made me feel like a monster.
And all the time I was at the Institute, I was terrified...
that you would all find out who I really was and hate me, too.
You were trying to destroy us. Why would you care what we think?
No. I never wanted to hurt any of you, just Valentine.
The way that you and the Lightwoods took me in...
it made me wanna be good.
For the first time in my life, people cared.
Can you imagine what that feels like?
Yeah, I can.
I'll never forget how the Lightwoods were there for me
when my mom disappeared.
And now I might never see them again.
I know it's sad, Clary.
But I can be there for you now, if you'll let me.
Damn it. Uh, we have to leave.
Well, get the check.
I'll stay here.
- Sir? - Sir?
- The bill, please. - 20.80, sir, please. Thanks.
- Here's your change, sir. Have a good day. - Thank you.
Magnus, can we just slow down for a second?
Certainly. I have a quick stop planned right before late-night dim sum.
- No, I just mean right now. - I suppose you're right.
It is rather exhausting, hopping from place to place without a Portal.
How do you mortals do it?
We don't. This whole mortality thing is gonna take some getting used to.
Perhaps more than I realized.
I've been lucky to live a life relatively free of FOMO.
Can't blame me for wanting to make each moment count.
Of course not. It's just...
the thing about moments is that you'll miss them
if you're always running after the next one.
When I'm 90, I'm not gonna remember the trendy gallery
or the amazing Greek food we had if we don't slow down...
and savor moments like these.
When I'm staring into the eyes of the man that I love.
Of course. Everything I need is right here in front of me.
Amazing how a twenty-something pup can teach an old man new tricks.
- Please don't try to make "pup" a thing-- - No. No.
No.
What is it?
It's a message from Jace. Clary might still be alive.
This is really magnificent.
There's an antique dealer in Saint-Germain who keeps odd hours.
I was thinking we could pay him a visit.
An antiques dealer?
Look, Jonathan, if this sibling thing is gonna work,
you've gotta be straight with me.
It was supposed to be a surprise.
The Morning Star sword has surfaced in Paris.
I was gonna give it to you as a gift.
You were gonna give me a sword?
It's an ancient family relic. A symbol of Morgenstern dignity.
That's rare,
to hear the words "Morgenstern" and "dignity" in the same sentence.
Our family used to be great heroes,
until Valentine disgraced our name. It is up to us to change that.
- Hey!
Watch where you're going.
I'm sorry, it's my bad.
I am a tourist.
Stupid.
No problem, miss.
- Thanks again for getting us in. - It's my pleasure.
Always happy to be of service to you and your boyfriend?
- We're just friends. - Good friends.
In that case, we should hang out again sometime.
Bring your friend if you like.
It's pretty impressive how popular you are with your exes.
Less impressive how quickly they become my exes.
Just haven't met the right guy yet.
Well, hello, Daylighter. You look well.
If you're so happy to see me, why did you shut me out of your realm?
You hadn't completed the task at hand.
Killing Lilith.
The Mark of Cain is a great gift, isn't it?
No. And I met your boy, Cain. I think he'd echo my sentiment.
You've seen Cain? How is he?
Not good. He told me you know how to remove the mark.
And I want it gone.
Right now.
Very well.
Now that Lilith's been banished back to Edom,
you're free to do with it as you please.
But to remove the mark, you'll need a certain artifact that...
I see you have the proper trinket.
But do you have the courage?
This ceremony presents a grave danger--
I know. I know. As in dead, dead, dead.
I don't care. I'm ready.
So brave.
But really,
you won't know how you'll react until you stare death in the face.
We can confirm that the apartment jumped again early this morning.
And we have good reason to believe that Clary was in it.
Problem is, she could be anywhere.
- Well, not anywhere. - What do you mean?
Inter-dimensional domiciles run along ley line grids.
Based on the apartment's size and power,
there are only a handful of habitable regions
with grid junctions large enough to support it.
Let's get a list of all places that fit the profile,
check any nearby Institutes for unusual activity.
Magnus, you must have some international warlock friends
who can keep an eye out for us?
Well, I'm not one to name-drop, but I'll make a few calls.
Even if we check all these places,
it's still like finding a needle in a haystack.
We'd better start now.
Hey. We're gonna find her.
This is not the first place I'd expect to find
a long-lost Shadowhunter sword.
Then you have much to learn.
- We are closed.
I'm sure you can make an exception.
Coins from dead men's eyes.
A particular favorite of the Vetis demon. Don't ask me why.
He's a demon?
Not to worry, our friend, uh...
Mirek.
Our friend Mirek is relatively harmless,
part of the Greater Demon middle class that rarely gets mentioned.
They live quietly among us, working at our banks, schools, brothels,
gently stoking the lesser vices.
For the most part, they sail under the radar.
You know, I'll bet Mirek, here,
hasn't gotten so much as a jaywalking ticket.
What do you want?
The Morning Star sword.
We hear you have it, and I'd like to make a deal.
I'll speak with you.
That one, outside.
I can smell your Nephilim blood from here.
My sister and I are rather attached.
I'd prefer if she stayed.
I've stayed out of the Institute's sight for years.
I won't have any trouble now.
Come back tomorrow without her.
So you can disappear overnight with your treasures?
I don't think so.
Hey, um... what if I wait outside?
Nowhere to run, right?
I think I've got something.
A Shadowhunter in Paris just reported his stele missing.
Do they have any suspects?
They think it's a rogue Shadowhunter.
A young woman.
Clary.
Can I offer you some Calvados?
Skip the formalities.
Show me the sword.
First, I'd like to know who I'm doing business with.
Jonathan Morgenstern.
You are Valentine's son.
The sword is a family heirloom.
Sorry, no deal.
I won't be responsible for putting an instrument that powerful
into the hands of a Morgenstern.
I am nothing like my father.
I'm part demon myself, and I know how abysmally we've been treated,
by the Clave and by the Greater Demons who rule over us in Hell.
The time has come for that to change.
You think I want change?
The last thing I need is another Morgenstern using that sword
and ripping open the borders of Hell.
So you won't help me?
Never.
Okay.
I guess if I can't have your loyalty, I'll have your fear.
Where is the sword?
Gone.
I already sold it.
To who?
That's "to whom."
I guess I'll have to find it on my own.
Stop!
I believe you have something that belongs to me.
I'm sorry. I'm trying to get word to my colleagues in New York.
You're a Shadowhunter. I knew it.
I can explain. My name is Clary Fairchild.
I've been kidnapped by my brother. He's extremely dangerous.
He's inside that shop. Please, you have to help me.
Save your story. You're coming with me.
Listen to me.
You need to call for backup.
Jonathan Morgenstern is inside that shop.
He's trying to buy some kind of weapon.
Whatever you say, Miss Fairchild.
You don't believe me?
Clary Fairchild is dead. And so is Jonathan.
No.
We survived.
What?
The Queen of Hell used me to resurrect her son.
That was close.
- Hey.
You're safe now, with me.
Am I supposed to know what to do?
Simply put the stone of Cain on the spear that marked you.
That's it? No vines? No riddles? Just...
rock on a stick?
I will remind you that Cain did not finish the ritual.
The risk of death was too great.
Simon...
please, it's not worth it.
To make sure no one I love ever gets hurt by me again, it is.
Just...
Just in case things don't go well...
will you give Becky my love?
And keep an eye on my mom?
- And Maia-- - Stop.
You're gonna make it.
Whoa. Okay, that feels a little warm.
I did warn him of the danger.
Simon!
Don't come near me. Just wait till it's off!
If he stops now, the mark will return.
Simon.
Simon. Wake up, Simon.
His blood has boiled away.
He'll need much, much more if he's going to survive.
If you're not gonna help, then shut up.
He needs the blood of a mortal...
or a Nephilim.
Come back to me, Simon.
You have so much more to live for.
Thank the Angel.
Just keep drinking.
You need your strength.
He's going to need a lot more blood than that if he's going to survive.
You have to bite me, Simon.
The venom.
It's okay. It's okay.
I can't.
You have to do it.
Just look into my eyes, okay?
That was incredible.
You killed a man, Jonathan.
A Shadowhunter.
And I did it for you.
Seeing you in his arms like that, so vulnerable...
It wasn't like any kill I've ever done before. Clary...
it felt so good.
You make me good.
That's not what good is, Jonathan.
Killing like that should never feel good.
Oh, yeah? I heard what you did to our father.
On the shores of Lake Lyn,
watching his life slip from your hands, how did that feel?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
What are we doing here, Jonathan?
The Morning Star sword is not a gift.
What are you planning?
I would love to tell you, Clary.
But frankly, I am beginning to question your motives.
- Wait! Don't shoot.
If you kill him, I die, too.
Everybody, stand down.
I knew I never should've trusted you.
Let's be real, Jonathan.
We never trusted each other.
You little bitch!
Clary!
I can't believe I'm holding you.
I can't believe it, either.
I always had this dream that one day, I'd take you to Paris.
Well, here we are.
I'm not sure this is exactly how I imagined it.
No.
Somehow, it's better.