Hemlock Grove (2013–2015): Season 2, Episode 6 - Such Dire Stuff - full transcript

[electronic beeping]
[machine whirring]
Dr. Zheleznova-Burdukovskaya...
I'm becoming weary of explaining to you Roman Godfrey's receiving gene therapy
- for a rare renal disorder. - I know, and I am here to assist you.
And I'm telling you again your offer is appreciated,
but your presence is entirely unnecessary.
- But I can be of service. - Yes, elsewhere.
You're falling behind on your other assignments.
Allegation is false.
Your special request is in process.
- In the meantime... - You're trying my patience, Doctor.
And you are being irrational, Doctor.
I suggest you stop questioning my authority.
I won't have it, do you understand?
Now go, before I lose my equanimity.
Yes, Doctor.
[machines whirring]
[Roman panting softly]
Sure you know what you're doing here, Pryce?
Oh, it's actually quite simple.
Your organs and tissues will be reverted to stem cell status, one by one,
and then re-differentiated into healthy human organs,
purged of the bonded retroviral fragments that dictate upir-ism.
Soon you will leave the world of upirs
to take your place amongst the world of men.
Now, you may feel some minor discomfort.
But your nervous system is configured in such a way that it's essentially
impossible for any anesthesia to mitigate the unpleasantness.
And I need you responsive and conscious during the treatment.
Is there nothing you can do to control the pain?
Think happy thoughts.
[up-tempo opera music plays]
[whirring]
[gasping]
[Roman groaning]
[groaning]
[mechanical whirring]
[yelling]
[monitor beeping]
Almost finished. You've done marvelously, Roman.
What's that?
It's a solution of hunter-seeker prions
with a rapidly oscillating pH factor that takes it off the table
of acids and bases at 60 cycles per second.
I think you'll find it quite refreshing.
[rapid beeping]
[screaming]
Session one went extremely well.
Only five more to go.
[opera music ends]
[eerie, melancholic theme music plays]
[male narrator]: An immature Thomson's gazelle sips, oblivious to the approach
of a 14-foot Crocodylus suchus, or African desert croc.
And this guy's got dinner in mind.
With a bite of 5,000 pounds per square inch,
the fate of the young gazelle is sealed,
- its death bloody and swift. - Such is the way of the world.
When Nature Gets Hungry.
Damn.
- When we return, recent sightings... - I'm late.
... of the giant vampire bat, thought to have gone ext...
[TV clicks off]
Every moment without you will be torture.
Oh, I'm sure you'll survive.
[kissing sound]
- Bye, Peter. - Bye.
Hm.
You should have a real breakfast. Most important meal of the day.
[door closing]
[sighs]
Damn it. Chasseur's back. His car is outside.
Don't worry. I told you, I arranged for the Fazedin brothers...
- [knocking on door] - Shhh!
To say we were all together playing bocce yesterday.
- Those were taken five days ago. - Who's to know?
[knocking on door]
The true warrior runs today and lives to fight another day.
[mutters]
You find something?
When was the last time you talked to your mom?
I saw her yesterday. She was being transferred to another facility.
Didn't go exactly according to plan, did it?
The transport vehicle was found by the side of the road.
- Your mother was gone. - What?
Well, then you better go and find her!
It's on my list.
Everybody likes to do a little something special
every now and then for their mom.
I usually hold it to buying flowers,
but then my mother's not wanted on multiple felony counts.
- So, what's your point? - I don't need to pursue this
particular clusterfuck with any special vigor at this moment.
- I've got a full plate. - What do you want from me?
You learn anything concerning my sister, you come to me.
We're gonna work together, right?
And if I find you're withholding on me,
I will move heaven and earth to fuck you up. Understand?
Yeah, I get it.
I know exactly what you are.
- And what's that? - A means to an end.
[playing dramatic, sweeping classical melody]
[doorbell rings]
Dr. Zheleznova-Burdukovskaya. Please come in.
Spasibo, Mrs. Godfrey.
[piano playing slow classical melody]
To your health, Mrs. Godfrey.
Vashe zdorov'ye.
[Olivia sighs]
To what do I owe this?
Pryce thinks I'm stupid enough to believe his lies.
He treat me like dirt. But I know truth.
What is the truth?
Are you aware, Mrs. Godfrey, that your son
is receiving special medical treatments from Dr. Pryce?
- What's wrong with him? - As I suspected.
Nobody hasn't not told you nothing.
Mrs. Godfrey, you might find what I'm next saying to you
- is, in nature, quite shocking. - Hm. I doubt it.
What the good Dr. Pryce doesn't realize is that
I know he has agreed to help Roman
rid himself of his upir-ism forever.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
When I was young apparatchitsa,
I took my studies at Murmansk Institute for Advanced Genetics,
where I identified your kind
as heritable N4P retroviral anomalies.
- What the peasants referred to as... - [speaks Russian]
"The blood hungry."
The asylums were full of them.
It was only through observation
and a little snooping that I realized
you and your son were of this tribe.
Does Pryce know you're here? Did he put you up to this?
- Pryce is... - [speaks Russian]
[continues in Russian]
He is a dog who eats his own feces and thinks it's sirloin steak.
What do you want, money? Is that what you're after?
I not want your money.
I can be quite helpful to you.
And someday you will do favor for me.
A favor that's commensurate with the scale of your gratitude.
Pryce badly underestimates me.
Galina Aleksandrovna Zheleznova-Burdukovskaya
is nobody's fool.
Vashe zdorov'ye.
I will see my own way out.
[door opening]
She's sleeping now.
Singing to her helps.
You know, I know it's a... it's a weird situation,
but I thought you and I could... I don't know,
help each other out a little more and be a little friendlier, you know?
[thinking]: I didn't ask for this gig, Bitch.
- [up-tempo music on radio] - [women chatter in foreign language]
- Good morning, Olivia. - What are you doing to my son?
Olivia...
... Roman has embarked on a rather radical lifestyle change.
He is physiologically expunging all vestiges of his upir-ism.
Receiving an upir-ectomy, if you will.
- From you? - Yes.
Why on earth would he do such a thing?
I had no idea I raised such a half-wit.
- How could you do this to me?! - I'm not doing it to you.
I'm doing it for you. For us.
Roman has decided to cast away his greatest power.
He'll be as docile as a kitten. Much, much easier for us to manage.
And let's call a spade a spade.
He loathes you with every fiber of his being.
- You went behind my back! - I didn't want to upset you.
- I know how emotional you've been. - Don't you dare condescend to me!
You've deliberately hidden the truth.
Have you ever stopped to consider that perhaps the future
no longer lies with Roman? By electing to become human,
he has deliberately chosen to incorporate
accelerating bio-deterioration in his very genes.
- What? - To die, Olivia,
within the normal span of mortal years.
Everything you've been fighting to avoid.
It's just fucked up, is what that is.
Well, maybe it's time to contemplate a world without Roman in it.
I don't kill my children...
... anymore. I've changed.
Well, I'm merely suggesting that perhaps it's your granddaughter
you should turn your attention to now.
Oh, you think I haven't thought of her? You think I'm some kind of a monster?
"If you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss gazes back into you."
If he's willing to mutilate himself, he might do the same with the child.
I'll handle Roman.
Your granddaughter is the key to the survival of your lineage.
She is your future.
[opera music playing softly]
[doorbell rings]
Madam, what a pleasant surprise. Please come in.
Thank you, Conway.
- Is Roman in? - He isn't.
Uh... Do you know when he'll be back?
No, ma'am.
I came to see my grandchild. Would you bring her to me, please?
- I'm sorry, I can't do that. - Oh, for God's sake, Conway. Why not?
- I'm under strict orders. - You disappoint me.
Perhaps you'll reconsider in light of our... many long years of friendship.
What are you doing here?!
You were under orders. Why'd you let her in?
It's OK, it's OK. I just had a very informative discussion with Pryce.
I know exactly what you're up to. I just can't, for the life of me,
- figure out why. - I have no intention of
living out my life as a literal parasite.
Pathetic, burrowing, semi-human tick.
- You have no heart. - It's hereditary.
Roman, I know I've been a less than perfect mother...
If you ever come back here again, it won't be your tongue I'll rip out.
It'll be your lungs.
-Conway, will you show this woman the door? - [Snapping fingers]
I'll see my own way out.
Madam, a word?
[voice shaking]: You have a right to know. A right to know.
- A right to know what? - Street trash is what she is.
- Who is? - Shows up at the front door
with some cock-and-bull story that she's been in a car wreck.
Insinuates herself into the household and then...
... straight into your son's bed.
And where is she now, this street trash?
Who knows? She comes and goes as she pleases.
I'm being usurped, madam. The little whore has taken over care of the baby.
Acts like she's the child's mother.
[plane buzzing overhead]
[dog growling, snarling]
Whoa. What's your dog's name? Can I pet him?
[dog barking]
[growling]
Zdrastvuite, Doctor. You wanted to see me.
Yes, Doctor. It's been brought to my attention that sensitive information
is escaping from the confines of our institution.
If this is the case, I assure you I will find person responsible
and deliver proper punishment.
When I hired you, or should I say spirited you out of Basra,
and created a new identity for you, I knew you were a bulldog.
But I expected you to be my bulldog.
I'm going to venture a guess that you're talking out of school.
I know not what this talk is of school and dogs.
- You're an estimable scientist, Doctor. - Spasibo.
Brilliant. Yes, but also greedy, duplicitous and cunning.
Did you really think it would escape my attention that you visited Olivia today?
I knew where you were going before she did.
I'm watching you, Galina.
Day... and night.
[buttons beeping]
If I were to turn these over to Interpol,
there would be a great deal of interest in the fact
that the fiction known as...
"Galina Alexandrovna Zheleznova-Burdukovskaya"...
... is in reality, Alyona Ivanovna Potyomkina-Zosimova.
Who shall live and who shall die?
[shredder whirring]
For all intents and purposes, "Galina" no longer exists outside this building.
Cross me again, and the whole world will know the whereabouts
of the monster known as "Alyona Smertelnaya Sterva"...
Death's bitch.
And you would be arrested for harboring war criminal,
formerly employed by avowed enemy of United States.
I believe that is considered treason. Punishable by death.
So you see, Doctor, your threats ring hollow.
- If there is nothing more... - [speaks Russian]
One thing.
It's been said that in the basement of the palace in Baghdad,
enemies of the state were fed into a tree chipper
by your pals, Uday and Qusay.
If the victims were looked upon favorably, they were fed headfirst.
If not, feetfirst to prolong the suffering.
I've often wondered what that would feel like.
[gasping]
[dog barking in distance]
- [up-tempo music playing] - [lively chatter]
- Peter! - [Laughing]
Who are all these people?
Just a few friends who were passing through town.
Oh, come on, Peter! Have some fun and lighten up sometimes.
There's a time and a purpose for everything under heaven.
So blondie blew you off. Ain't no biggie.
If you're lucky, tonight will be your time to get laid.
- Go, go, go. - [doorbell ringing]
[Destiny]: Ding-dong!
[up-tempo music playing]
Those are your third cousins, Yanko and Loisa.
They're in the pre-owned car business.
- Chop, chop, if you catch my drift. - [Chuckles]
That's Shandor Bibinkian,
the biggest importer of Caspian beluga caviar in the Midwest.
Nine thousand dollars a kilo,
and he steps all over it with that cheap domestic stuff.
Americans are pigs. They don't know the difference.
That's my ex-brother-in-law, Boiko. He's a periodontist.
- And? - And what?
He has a very nice practice in Scranton.
These are your people, Peter. This is your family.
Someday, when you're ready,
you'll come back and take your place where you belong.
[Jason reading slowly]: "A little boy.
His name is Fred.
His name is Fred.
His pr... pride...
... and joy.
A shiny sled."
"A lit... little boy.
His name is Fred."
[up-tempo music playing]
Oh, you're having a party. I tried to call you.
- Uh, you did? - Yeah. I couldn't get you,
so I just stopped by. I felt bad that we never talked after, you know...
- Obviously, I picked the wrong night. - No, it's not the wrong night.
There is no wrong nights.
- I mean, do you wanna come in? - Uh, sure.
- Are these your friends? - No.
- Come in, we're celebrating! - [Laughs]
What are you celebrating?
Do you need a reason to celebrate?
[laughs]
I could use a party right about now.
- [up-tempo music plays] - [cheering, whistling]
- Aah! - [Giggles]
- Peter. - What?
Sit. Sit, sit, sit.
Show this mountain of blubber who's boss.
Show him what a Rumancek's made of.
Ten dollar bets!
Name your odds. No takers?
[scoffs]
[whistle trilling]
[grunting]
[crowd chattering]
- Ha! - [crowd]: Oh!
[cheering, whistling]
All right, all right.
Whoa.
Miranda, meet Loisa.
Loisa? That's a girl's name, isn't it?
[chuckling]
- [Loisa laughing] - [crowd] Oh!
[cheering, whistling]
It's like my Uncle Farley always used to say.
"It's not how you do a thing, it's getting it done."
- And what did he do? - He dropped a cinderblock on his foot.
And he collected disability for the rest of his life.
I've got a powerful thirst.
[dog barking]
[both gasping]
Shhh.
"Her sled is blue."
[dog barking]
- [playing slow melody] - [snoring]
It's nice.
Your friends are funny.
I like them.
They're... they're completely full of shit,
and... and yet completely not full of shit. You know what I mean?
- I think I do. - [both chuckling]
Kind of full of shit, and not so full of shit. Right?
Yeah.
They seem happy.
Most of them don't have a pot to piss in.
I know what that's like.
My parents kicked me out when I was 16.
I didn't turn any tricks,
but... I did a lot of weird stuff to get by.
- I used to sell my blood for money. - Huh?
Didn't pay much, but, uh...
... I like the idea there are all these people walking around
with my cells inside them. Like, uh...
... maybe I did some sick people some good. You know?
Your car's gonna be ready tomorrow.
Or, at least, as ready as it's ever gonna be.
I, uh, "lost" the invoice behind Templar's desk.
[giggles]
- You don't think he's gonna find out? - He'll never know.
Thank you.
This town is just so...
I gotta get moving, you know?
Yeah, I get it.
Send me a postcard when you get there.
Sure.
Take me to your room.
There's too many people out here.
- Excuse me. Sorry. - [man]: Ah!
- Oh, did I step on your face? - [man groans]
- I think I stepped on that guy's face. - [man]: Hey, hey! Aw, man!
Something wrong?
Are... Are you crying?
[door closes]
- [man shouting] - [Jason crying out]
[man]: How does that feel? Huh? Tell me how it feels!
What about this? What about your mother? You little fucker!
- [Jason sobbing] Please! It hurts! - [whipping]
It hurts!
How's that feel, you little piece of shit?
- Huh? You want some more... - [crashing]
No!
[yelling]
[grunting]
- [shouting] - [gasping]
[grunting]
[groaning]
[blade clattering]
[Jason sobbing]
J... Jason!
I'm s... sorry.
[starting engine]
- Shelley, get in! Get in! - Uncle...
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
[tires squealing]
[woman]: Hello? Hello?
[gasps]
[video game beeping]
[phone ringing]
[groaning]
Norman. It's late.
You're the last person I expected...
For Christ's sake, Pryce, will you just for once in your life
shut the fuck up and listen?
I'm shutting the fuck up and listening as per your instructions.
- Make it quick, before I decide... - I got Shelley.
- My God. How is she? - Well, she's alive and safe
for the moment. Listen, she's hurt and I'm gonna need your help.
A whole shit storm's gonna come howling if we don't act fast.
I understand, Norman.
Meet me at the White Tower. Come through the delivery gate.
I'll have the surveillance system shut down and we'll move her
into a top security suite.
How badly is she injured?
Nothing the great and terrible Pryce can't handle.
For the longest while, I've been trying to figure out what your hustle is.
I don't have a hustle.
You think it's my style to arrive by car crash and screw my way through town?
You're sleeping with Roman.
How's it any of your business?
Let me tell you what I think's going down here.
I don't believe there ever was a car crash.
- [scoffs] - What are you, crazy?
I know a grift when I see one.
You find yourself a poor, little, rich boy,
you park your car in front of his house
and then you get your partner to ram it into the ditch.
I bet you weren't even in the car when it happened.
- I don't have a partner. - You show up at rich boy's door,
"Oh, I have a scratch on my head. I've had a terrible accident."
He takes you in, and then you worm your way into the sack
and give it to him like he's never had it before.
"Oh, Daddy! Oh, you're so big!
- Oh, I'm coming so hard... " - Fuck you!
"I think I'm gonna explode!"
You get him all cranked up, working him,
then you start looking around for
somebody to drive him crazy with jealousy with.
This is where you get lucky.
'Cause you find yourself a guy with soulful eyes,
who just happens to work at the repair shop.
So you use repair shop boy as your patsy.
- I mean, it's almost too easy. - [Chuckling]
But what you don't know is, there are two things you don't know.
One, Roman is a whole pile of evil shit that you don't even begin to understand.
Two, Peter has a tender heart, and a cousin who loves him,
and if you hurt him, I will put so much pain on you,
- you will never get well. - I gotta go.
Hey, you saw an opportunity and you worked it.
I get that.
I've done worse, trust me.
It's a rough world and a girl's gotta make a buck.
But you, girlfriend, gotta go make it somewhere else.
So I'm just telling you this for your own good, Miranda.
So go pack up your stuff, hit the road,
and don't you ever come back here.
It will end very badly for you if you don't.
[door opening]
Glowworm, you've lost your glow.
But you found your voice. I'm so proud of you.
I never gave up hope.
You're safe now. No one ever need know you're here.
Where's my uncle?
He's gathering your family.
You don't look happy.
I am, of course.
Long life, Monkeyman. Long life with me.
This hand, I like it, it feels good on my...
- Where's Miranda? - Gone.
- What do you mean, gone? - I mean not here.
Why didn't you stop her?
Stop her? I'm the one who sent her packing.
- Why? - She's working you, Peter.
- You're not seeing it. - [chuckling]
Well, you are way out of line here, D.
You know he's fucking her, right?
[exhaling]
- She tell you that? - I'm hoping she's on the road
to wherever it is she thinks she's going and not looking back.
Even if you're right, I at least gotta say goodbye.
Give me the keys to your car.
- Please, D? - No.
Go easy on the clutch.
- Thanks. - Ah. Take this.
[door opening, closing]
[scoffs]
Where have you been?
- I was with Peter. - Peter?
And we were at a party.
And yes, I slept with him.
Where are you going?
I'm leaking like a fire hydrant. I'm going to feed your child.
Unless you want to do it.
[soft moaning]
[baby crying]
I missed you so much. Come here. Come here.
Oh...
Shhh.
It's OK, it's OK.
I bet you've never even felt the sunshine on your face.
- [crying] - Shhh.
Oh, I bet you haven't.
It's not right. Oh.
Well, I don't care what anyone says.
I'm taking you out of this mausoleum.
[phone ringing]
- What can I do for you, Roman? - I feel like I'm dying.
Thick yellow pus is running out of my ear.
That's a good thing. Your body's purging itself.
You are not dying. It's like chemo, you're reacting to the treatment.
Part of you is dying, but part of you is being reborn.
Thick yellow pus is running out of my ear!
So you said. Look, Roman, nobody said it was going to be
a walk in the park.
- [baby squealing] - There you go.
[Miranda]: Aw.
[baby cooing]
Come here.
Hi, Honey.
What are we gonna call you, little miss?
I don't feel hopeless anymore when I'm with you.
[chuckling]
[doorbell ringing]
Can someone please get the door?
[doorbell ringing]
Where is she?
Miranda! Miranda!
[both grunting]
[panting]
What's wrong with you?
- I have no idea. - [Panting]
[chuckling]
[door opening]
[baby cooing]
You never said you had a baby.
[Miranda]: It's not my baby.
It's Letha's.
When were you gonna tell me?
What's her name? What's her name?
Nadia. Her name's Nadia.
Here. It means "hope."
Nadia.
You're perfect.
I loved your mother, you know?
She's tired. And she needs to be changed.
I'll see you soon, Nadia, OK?
[Miranda humming softly]
- [Nadia cooing] - [Miranda singing lullaby]
I wanted to tell you, but you split, and I didn't know what to do.
I needed you, and you left me.
I was completely fucking lost.
I am completely fucking lost.
Then Miranda fell out of the sky, and it was like...
I don't know how to explain it.
I don't understand. Were you planning on hiding this baby forever?
I didn't have a plan.
I still don't. There's still so much you don't know.
It's OK. There's time.
Where would we be without our secrets?
- [sighing] - You were called to lose your humanity.
To regain it.
And you couldn't do it.
You were weak.
Ego te absolvo.
Rest well, brother.
[Miranda]: "It may be that when we no longer know what to do...
... we have come to our real work.
And that when we no longer know which way to go,
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings."
I've always loved that poem.
I've never met anybody like you two.
Wounded, brave...
... ridiculous, weird.
You have a wild heart, Peter.
You're tearing yourself up inside.
And you'll probably end up dead, way before your time.
You blow my mind.
Roman Godfrey...
... born to be king of the universe,
and inside, you're a broken boy.
You think it's better to have people fear you.
But your heart is crying all the time.
At war with yourself.
Dark as the inside of love.
I can't stop thinking about you.
I'd be crazy to not get in my car and be gone.
But I am crazy...
... and I'm going to have to live with it.
Well, are you coming or not?
[Miranda walking up steps]