The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones

Synopsis: Set in contemporary New York City, a seemingly ordinary teenager, Clary Fray, discovers she is the descendant of a line of Shadowhunters, a secret cadre of young half-angel warriors locked in an ancient battle to protect our world from demons. After the disappearance of her mother, Clary must join forces with a group of Shadow Hunters, who introduce her to a dangerous alternate New York called the Shadow World, filled with demons, warlocks, vampires, werewolves and other deadly creatures.
Director(s): Harald Zwart
Production: Sony Pictures
  6 wins & 11 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
130 min

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.


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.


my faux juggernaut,

my nefarious loins!

Slather every protuberance

with arid zeal.

Agony... Torment.

I can't listen to this.

You want another coffee?


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?

- 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?


That was cool.

Yeah, we're fitting in.

Go with it.

- Clary, you want a drink?

- Yeah.


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.


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