Hemlock Grove (2013–2015): Season 3, Episode 10 - Episode #3.10 - full transcript
We held the service
at sunset just as you requested.
It was syncretic,
combining
the best of everything,
just like you, Uncle Johann.
I loved the monks
and the bells.
I've never seen so many
lotus blossoms in one place.
It was beautiful.
One of these days,
I'd like to arrange
a ceremony like yours
for Uncle Norman too.
I know you and he didn't
always see eye to eye,
but you were both
like fathers to me.
Maybe you can be friends
in heaven, if that exists.
I love you, dear Uncle Johann,
for showing me
what love looks like.
Now I see it at work
in the world...everywhere.
I already miss you so much.
I know that you uploaded
your consciousness into the cloud
and this email's
going up there too.
So maybe my cloud
will touch your cloud one day
and you'll read this.
Goodbye, Uncle Johann.
Places, everyone.
Why aren't you in costume?
I'm not
in this production.
Paprika's in this first scene.
Paprika? What...
what play is this?
I'm counting you down.
Five, four, three...
Miss Godfrey, that was your cue.
But I don't
even know how I got here.
Line!
Paprika -"Well, all fanny
and no fact, as usual.
"I suppose Guntar
should tell Uncle Isenglass
"about the poultry accident."
The audience is waiting.
Will you stop that?
You've been standing
there making scary faces
and mumbling for
the last five minutes.
Since when is it against
the law to daydream?
I don't think that's what
the doctors call it, honey.
Time's wasting.
We gotta get your new body.
- Bip, bip, bip.
- But I'm getting better.
The borax and green tea paste
is curing me.
It's medically proven
to reverse melanoma.
I...read it somewhere.
Yeah, you look fantastic.
Mmm, those horrible blue lines
are getting fainter every day.
Oops!
Bip, bip, bip!
You know what would
look great on you?
Your big wide-brim hat
and some Jackie O sunglasses.
Oh, good idea.
I should avoid the sun anyway,
especially while I'm healing.
We've been trying to reach you.
I need Pryce. Get Pryce.
It just didn't seem
like the sort
of thing one leaves
on voicemail.
I've been shot, you fucking
idiot. Get me Pryce!
Dr Pryce is dead.
What?
It happened last night.
- How?
- Um...
One of his patients
had a psychotic break
and went...berserk,
stabbed him, uh...
..severed the abdominal aorta
and he was, um,
gone in a few minutes.
This is fucking not...
This is not happening!
Wait. Who did this to you?
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.
Just stop...
just stop the bleeding.
No vital organs hit,
but there's a lot of blood.
Fucker!
OK.
Ohh!
- Ohh...
- Press down.
Arggh! The fuck?
Protamine sulfate.
Intrajugular clotting agent.
Hold still.
Ohh...
- Hey, Nacho.
- Big sister plankin'.
- Sorry I bailed.
- You don't gotta apologise.
Everybody bailed on
account of the 5-0.
- How you doin'?
- Doin'.
- You?
- Trying to get paid.
Aluminum's 50 cents a pound.
Copper's four times that.
- Could you...
- What about everybody else?
Everybody else
found another hole.
Good people, free food...
It was too good to last.
I guess so.
You hear from anybody else?
I'm sorry, Shell-bell.
Guys like Aitor,
they don't look back.
So what you trying
to get into next?
I...
..I don't know.
- Morning.
- Should I go pick up the baby?
She's not here?
Peter took her
to the park yesterday.
I...I assumed
he had her for the night.
- You didn't think to call me?
- I...
Shut the fuck up.
Fuck...
Now you know
how it feels.
If you were just
straight with me,
none of this would've happened.
You were really fucking stupid,
Peter, but what's done is done.
I'm dead.
And you're as good as.
I'm not even supposed
to be talking to you
until it's official,
but with Roman running around
killing all these people
for no good reason,
you don't really want him
walking away large
and in charge, hmm?
No. I didn't think so.
But you're running out
of oxygen, so...
Cuz, if you want this
to end differently,
you better pray for a miracle
or dig like a motherfucker.
Ohh...
Hello, Mom.
I knew you were here
the second I walked in.
It's the smell.
You smell like a corpse.
It hurts, right? The tumour's
wrapped around your optic nerve.
Come on.
Over here. Come on.
Ohh!
Arggh! Ohh!
Roman, please help me.
With what? Feeding on me?
Commandeering my body?
Yeah, your good pal Pryce
filled me in before he carked.
I'm dying.
I...I can't think straight.
That's why I need your help.
Why would I ever help you?
Because you love me.
Despite everything...
..there was a time
when we were close.
'Were'. You took care of that.
You're becoming more like me,
every moment,
in everything you do.
Surely you understand
why I am the way I am.
I mean, I'm just
not someone who can give up.
Maybe we're both creatures
of absolute will.
You can will all you want.
You're already dead
and I'm looking
forward to the part
where you shut the fuck up
permanently.
Help me get Annie.
And I'll just go away.
I'll never bother you again.
Whatever you want.
The only problem with that
is that you aren't dead.
I made you what you are.
I taught you how to survive.
That's why I don't
need you anymore.
No, don't.
You'll always need me.
Yeah? I'm stronger
than you ever were.
No...
- It's time to go.
- No.
Your time is up.
I'm not
supposed to be here.
I don't know what to say.
Line?
Boo!
Hell is murky.
Fie, my lord, fie!
A soldier and afeard?
What need we fear who knows it
when none can call
our power to account.
Yet...who would...
Speak up, darling!
I tell ya,
if I had a tomato...
Who...
Line.
Line!
What is my fucking line?!
Ohh!
What am I supposed to do?
Give up?
Don't talk nonsense.
- Hey.
- She's been an angel.
I fed and changed her.
Put her down about an hour ago.
Thanks.
And we have a visitor.
Sorry.
- It has to be tight.
- Mmm.
You're lucky you're alive.
Let's not tempt fate. Come on.
I'll drive you to the hospital.
No. There's too many people
asking too many questions.
It's better to stay
off the grid.
You don't have to be
doing any of this.
I didn't do enough
when it really counted.
If I had, none of this
would be happening.
You didn't know
what Roman was capable of.
Neither did I.
You did what you could
to stop him.
Let me help.
- We'll go after him together.
- No, this isn't your fight.
The only way to bring Roman down
is for me to turn.
So you'll wait a month,
give you a chance
to get your strength back.
Turning against the moon
exposes you to enormous risk.
You've turned against
the moon before.
This time,
there is no coming back.
You're not the first
of your kind I've run across.
Look what he's done
in three days.
Give him a month,
it'll be hell on earth.
Promise me you'll wait...
..for her sake.
I'm not
in peak form anyway.
I can take care of her.
You need to concentrate
on getting well.
You'll call me when it's over
and I'll bring her back to you.
Where did that come from?
My end of a business deal
I'd just as soon forget.
You two need it more than I do.
I travel light.
You have three new messages.
Hello, Annie, dear.
It's your mother.
We haven't talked
in a while - my fault.
I've been under the weather.
I...I'd love to see you.
Please come by. I miss you.
Next message.
Me again. I'm calling
to see if you got my message.
I'm around all day.
Next message.
Are you coming by?
This you?
Yeah.
You sound pretty chipper
for a dead guy.
Sorry to ruin your day.
Maybe next time, you'll
remember to cut off my head.
Who says there
has to be a next time?
You were the one
who shot me, remember?
I was just defending myself
so I could go home to Nadia.
So Daddy could
kiss her goodnight
reeking of blood
and cheap perfume
from the dead hooker
you left in the alley?
You can hate me all you want,
but you need to ask yourself
what's in everyone's best
interests moving forward.
You and me and Annie -
we all did fucked-up shit.
But if we keep this going,
we're gonna do worse shit.
That's hard to believe.
You set the bar pretty high.
No more killing, Peter.
All you gotta do
is give me my daughter back
and we'll go our separate ways,
I promise.
Nadia would be better off dead
than living with you.
She's my daughter, Peter!
She's Letha's daughter.
I'm trying to give you
a way out of this.
There is no way out.
You murdered Destiny. I can't
let you walk away from that.
You couldn't have bought Andreas
a bus ticket out of town?
You had no other choice
than to rat him out?
Andreas had to die.
Only Destiny tried to
put it all on me at the end
'cause she wouldn't...
she couldn't believe
that you were too gutless
to admit what you did,
that you were that weak,
that you were that pathetic!
Everything that
you hate about Olivia,
that's what you've become.
Norman didn't even want
to admit that you were his son.
And...and Annie, who you
just fucked a couple times,
she wants you dead.
I just came late to the party.
And the model fucking family
you come from.
I mean, your mother couldn't
keep a roof over her head
that wasn't attached
with a guard tower.
And Destiny, she rafted up
with this fucking lowlife
who caused this whole
thing to happen.
All I did was try to keep you
from not going down too.
I never meant
for any of this to happen.
But when Nadia grows up...
..and she finds out what you
really are, she will hate you.
Last chance, Peter.
Give me my kid back
or I'm gonna come after you
with all I got.
Come the next full moon,
there will be blood.
I'm gonna rip out
your fucking heart.
Yeah.
You have company.
- May we come in?
- Of course.
This
is a nice surprise.
Who is the little one?
Nadia. She's your niece.
My niece?
You didn't mention...
What happened? It looks like
there was a war downstairs.
Police invasion. Apparently,
it's a crime to be homeless.
And where did everybody go?
Somewhere else.
Did you come to keep
Aunt Shelley company?
Little kids usually scream
and run the other way
when they see me coming.
She knows you're family.
- How?
- She just knows.
Lucky for her,
there's no family resemblance.
Um... Listen.
I need a favour.
Sure.
Could you watch Nadia
for an hour or so?
Apologies for
the close quarters.
The boardroom is still a work
in progress after the shoot-out.
Regarding that matter,
there's going to be
an incident report
on your desk Monday morning.
I don't have to read
a report. I was there.
What I need is for you to make
sure it doesn't happen again.
We've also reviewed our
protocols after Pryce's murder.
The assailant was unarmed
and cleared security...
Save it.
We have an urgent matter
that needs your full attention.
This is Nadia - the work
product of Pryce's research
into extra-uterine life,
the first marketable prototype.
She was stolen from
our facility by this woman
who orchestrated Pryce's murder
as a diversionary tactic
to make the grab.
We were not aware
this prototype was on-site.
You don't have the clearance.
She goes by the name of Annie
Archambeau - probably an alias.
She's an international
intelligence operative
up for auction.
Find the kid
and terminate the operative.
What you're asking us
to do, sir,
doesn't really fit
our job description.
We're responsible for building
security, not something like...
Do I look like a complete
fucking idiot to you?
No, sir.
I must look like one
because you seem to think
I don't have the faintest
fucking idea who I'm talking to.
Most of you were recruited
out of black ops
to be Pryce's personal, highly
paid mischief and mayhem crew.
But you're working for me now
and you have your assignments.
OK?
Now please leave me
the fuck alone.
Oh, it's unlocked.
Oh, there you are.
Come in. Come in.
I got your messages.
Oh, I was afraid
you'd forgotten about us.
We're so happy you're here.
Happy? Baby,
we're fucking ecstatic.
- I just came in my pants.
- Go away.
Um...you said
you're not feeling well.
I picked up whatever's
going around. I'll be fine.
I've been meaning to come by.
There's something
I've been wanting to ask...
I really do have to apologise
for our last visit.
I was so mad at Norman
for fucking you.
- Norman?
- Roman, your brother.
I was so busy pissing acid
on that little shit,
I didn't give a moment's
thought to the fact
that you're probably terribly
uncomfortable with the whole...
Whatever it was.
She means she's sorry.
That's OK.
The first time I came here,
I lied to you.
- I never met Dimitri.
- Oh, snap! Here we go.
Lucky you.
I said that because I wanted
to see how you'd react.
Did I pass?
When I was old enough
to travel on my own,
I went looking for him.
He'd been killed
some years before.
They found his body
in the village square.
Things had been done to him,
mutilation and such.
Oh, such an idyllic place,
the old country,
from the outside,
but underneath...oof!
I remember you telling me
how you'd been planning
to run off together.
He went to the next village
to steal a horse
and you never
heard from him again.
Well, I guess now we know why.
He'd been mutilated and
left in the centre of town.
Everyone knew about it.
Oh, it was just so long ago.
You were carrying his child,
your lover disappears.
They find a boy the same age,
body parts all over the place.
You didn't put it together?
What's your point?
"Men leave.
That's what they do."
Isn't that what you told me?
I don't think men leave you.
I think you prey on them.
Men are a cheap and easy
source of protein
and they do leave.
When I found out that's
what Dimitri was planning,
I certainly wasn't gonna let him
do that to my unborn child.
You're nothing
if not selfless, Olivia.
In retrospect, I'm certain
I did us both a favour.
Oh, um...
I...I've really enjoyed our
time together, however brief,
but, with regret, I must
do what needs to be done.
Ugh!
Good to be home.
Ooh!
You know what
I like about this place?
It's spacious?
It's mine.
"Remove diaper
from wrapping. Unvelcro tabs."
Um...
The Inuit put layers
of moss tucked inside sealskin.
They created the most
technologically advanced
diaper of its day.
It was both absorbent
and waterproof.
I see you got yourself a baby
since I saw you last.
Things happen fast around here.
Who is that little person?
Her name is Nadia.
- Nadia?
- My niece.
Back in Elizabethan times,
they didn't change diapers
but once a week.
I often wondered if that's what
kicked off the age
of exploration -
travelling across oceans
to distant lands
to escape the aroma
of young families -
because the history
of toileting's pretty much
the history of everything
when you get right down to it.
For a smart guy who knows
a whole lot about a whole lot,
you're pretty dumb sometimes.
I reached that same conclusion
around Bald Knob, Arkansas.
So you're aware
that it seems to be easier
for you to stand up
in front of 100 people
and open a vein
than it is to talk to me?
I am aware.
And it occurred to me
that telling the truth
to entertain an audience
isn't anywhere near the same
as telling the truth
'cause it's the truth.
It's probably
a good deal less honest.
That is my strong sense.
So is there anything I should
know or that you want to tell me
or do I need to go round up
a few dozen more people?
No. No, that's it.
You know everything about me.
You've seen me at my worst.
Before I have to leave
to explore distant lands,
we gotta figure out how
to change this baby's diaper.
Let me show you.
It's very simple.
Stretchy part goes in the back.
This goes in the front.
Connect the tabs.
- Connect the tabs.
- Mm-hm.
Ma'am,
this is a secure floor.
And this is a Godfrey family
member who's fallen gravely ill.
Dr Pryce is expecting us.
Ma'am, Dr Pryce is dead.
Well, I'll speak
to Dr Blinsky, then.
Ms Godfrey, you need
to step out of the elevator.
Please.
- Ms Godfrey...
- Bip, bip, bip!
You just
killed that guard!
Time for you to do
that consciousness
transfer la-di-da
you do so well.
Who is she?
The perfect fit,
though I never imagined
myself as a size two.
I'd throw a hump into that.
Are you crazy?
Fucking bat-shit meshuga,
as my African demigod associate
can certainly vouch for.
Ooh, and he gives good head.
Mrs Godfrey,
you are obviously extremely ill.
See, he's not buying
the green tea or borax either.
You won't be able
to walk out of here.
There will be an army of cops
looking for you.
No, no, no. I'm not
walking out of here. She is.
My crimes will die with me,
but I did not shoot the deputy.
I'm not doing this.
You are not of sound mind
or body and this...
..this person is being coerced.
Dr Blinsky.
This is best for all concerned.
Annie will get to be
with her departed family
at Six Flags over Jesus,
I will be the very best
size two I can be
and you will have
the satisfaction
of restoring everyone
to wholeness.
I mean, isn't that
what doctors do after all?
You'll have to kill me first.
I thought you'd say
something annoying like that.
That would leave little
Auden Blinsky without her daddy.
Pretentious name, by the way.
No, no.
Her dance class at the community
centre lets out in...
..ooh, one hour.
Poor little thing is gonna
miss Christmas. Oh, well.
Don't even...don't even
talk like that. You wouldn't.
Oh, the girls look so cute
getting ready
for spring recital.
Just do what she says.
You don't have a choice.
Oh, my God...
I'm going to sedate you.
You won't feel a thing.
Isn't this the way it should be,
children being sacrificed
for their parent?
I'm pretty sure
it's the other way around.
Look straight ahead.
I'm going to unlock you.
Run to the module.
I'll be right behind you.
We'll lock ourselves in.
I'm gonna do a quick
neurological exam.
Pryce never did
anything like that.
Yeah, well, Pryce...
Pryce is dead.
Did I know that?
- I think you did.
- Well, hurry up.
I feel death's clammy fingers
wrapping around my mortal coil.
Tell me when you can't
hear this anymore.
Key West this,
Key West that...
A town full of drunks
getting skin cancer.
I knew Hemingway personally -
dull as dirt until
Papa got six daiquiris in him.
Not great shakes in the sack -
short and clipped,
like his sentences.
I thought the cats
were a cute touch.
He would have made
a great Santa Claus.
Ohh...
Ugh!
What is it with you and
putting people in this thing?
- Open it up.
- I can't!
Open it up or I'll use
your spine to pry it open.
OK, OK! I programmed
a manual override.
Ohh...
- I am so sorry. I tried.
- Bip!
Just a minute.
- What is she doing?
- I don't know.
- Open the fucking door!
- I'm trying to!
It's hard to type
with blood on my hands!
Open
the fucking door now!
What are you doing?
My prayer was that you know
faith and the love of God.
No matter.
The grace of the Lord
will find you
and transform you
into everything you're not -
perfect, whole and complete.
Adieu, Maman.
Open it up!
Open it up! No! No!
No! No! No!
No!
What are you reading?
Your reviews.
How much
do they hate me?
Hate you?
They adore you.
But I couldn't
remember my lines.
Oh, well, people are
always more forgiving
than you ever
give them credit for.
"A performance worthy
of a young Julie Christie."
I don't know who that is,
but they seem to love her.
"Brilliant." "Iconic."
"First Lady
of the London stage."
"A tour de force."
What are you so worried about?
You're a star. It says so
right there in black and white.
It feels like
I don't deserve it.
Oh, well, it's not up to you
to decide. That's for them.
You know what your problem is?
You are self-centred.
I've been told that before.
You don't know how
to let yourself be loved
because it's out
of your control.
Being loved isn't
even about you.
That's where your problem is.
But it makes no sense.
You have to train yourself
to drink in their adoration
and be grateful for it.
Law of attraction.
The love you make
is equal to...whatever.
Here. Let me show you.
She is the lady and the tiger,
darkness at noon,
the lurch you got left in.
May I present
the only woman I know
who wears my heart on
her sleeve, Olivia Godfrey.
Oh! Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.
I...I love you all.
Thank you all.
Bip...
..bip...
..bip.
Thank you all.
What do you mean you're leaving?
Bip...
..bip...
Thank you all
and to all, a good night.
That gun's not gonna
do you much good.
Yeah.
Arggh...!
Roman...
Ohh!
Oh, I...
..I can't move.
My body's broken.
Look at me.
Just do it.
Please.
I don't want to be this.
Look at you.
You're gonna live out your days
as a fucking animal.
It's over, man.
It's over, man.
Just do it! Just do it.
Alright, our next caller
is Vlad Wojack
of Hemlock Grove.
What's on your mind, Vlad?
We need to look
at these unexplained deaths
and disappearances through
the prism of rational thought.
Blaming them on made-up stuff
like vampires and lycanthropes
trivialises
what's really going on here.
The real cause of all
this suffering? EBEs.
Extra-biological
entities? Aliens?
Couldn't be more obvious.
Ever been to Montana?
Nope.
They got sky for
the taking, I'm told.
Well, let's go get us some sky.
You given any more thought
about what to do
with that bag of money?
Yeah.
Nothing.
We're a couple of poets.
What do we know about money?
We'll wait till Nadia grows up.
She'll know what to do with it.
Look!
What?
Never mind.
It was nothing.
at sunset just as you requested.
It was syncretic,
combining
the best of everything,
just like you, Uncle Johann.
I loved the monks
and the bells.
I've never seen so many
lotus blossoms in one place.
It was beautiful.
One of these days,
I'd like to arrange
a ceremony like yours
for Uncle Norman too.
I know you and he didn't
always see eye to eye,
but you were both
like fathers to me.
Maybe you can be friends
in heaven, if that exists.
I love you, dear Uncle Johann,
for showing me
what love looks like.
Now I see it at work
in the world...everywhere.
I already miss you so much.
I know that you uploaded
your consciousness into the cloud
and this email's
going up there too.
So maybe my cloud
will touch your cloud one day
and you'll read this.
Goodbye, Uncle Johann.
Places, everyone.
Why aren't you in costume?
I'm not
in this production.
Paprika's in this first scene.
Paprika? What...
what play is this?
I'm counting you down.
Five, four, three...
Miss Godfrey, that was your cue.
But I don't
even know how I got here.
Line!
Paprika -"Well, all fanny
and no fact, as usual.
"I suppose Guntar
should tell Uncle Isenglass
"about the poultry accident."
The audience is waiting.
Will you stop that?
You've been standing
there making scary faces
and mumbling for
the last five minutes.
Since when is it against
the law to daydream?
I don't think that's what
the doctors call it, honey.
Time's wasting.
We gotta get your new body.
- Bip, bip, bip.
- But I'm getting better.
The borax and green tea paste
is curing me.
It's medically proven
to reverse melanoma.
I...read it somewhere.
Yeah, you look fantastic.
Mmm, those horrible blue lines
are getting fainter every day.
Oops!
Bip, bip, bip!
You know what would
look great on you?
Your big wide-brim hat
and some Jackie O sunglasses.
Oh, good idea.
I should avoid the sun anyway,
especially while I'm healing.
We've been trying to reach you.
I need Pryce. Get Pryce.
It just didn't seem
like the sort
of thing one leaves
on voicemail.
I've been shot, you fucking
idiot. Get me Pryce!
Dr Pryce is dead.
What?
It happened last night.
- How?
- Um...
One of his patients
had a psychotic break
and went...berserk,
stabbed him, uh...
..severed the abdominal aorta
and he was, um,
gone in a few minutes.
This is fucking not...
This is not happening!
Wait. Who did this to you?
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.
Just stop...
just stop the bleeding.
No vital organs hit,
but there's a lot of blood.
Fucker!
OK.
Ohh!
- Ohh...
- Press down.
Arggh! The fuck?
Protamine sulfate.
Intrajugular clotting agent.
Hold still.
Ohh...
- Hey, Nacho.
- Big sister plankin'.
- Sorry I bailed.
- You don't gotta apologise.
Everybody bailed on
account of the 5-0.
- How you doin'?
- Doin'.
- You?
- Trying to get paid.
Aluminum's 50 cents a pound.
Copper's four times that.
- Could you...
- What about everybody else?
Everybody else
found another hole.
Good people, free food...
It was too good to last.
I guess so.
You hear from anybody else?
I'm sorry, Shell-bell.
Guys like Aitor,
they don't look back.
So what you trying
to get into next?
I...
..I don't know.
- Morning.
- Should I go pick up the baby?
She's not here?
Peter took her
to the park yesterday.
I...I assumed
he had her for the night.
- You didn't think to call me?
- I...
Shut the fuck up.
Fuck...
Now you know
how it feels.
If you were just
straight with me,
none of this would've happened.
You were really fucking stupid,
Peter, but what's done is done.
I'm dead.
And you're as good as.
I'm not even supposed
to be talking to you
until it's official,
but with Roman running around
killing all these people
for no good reason,
you don't really want him
walking away large
and in charge, hmm?
No. I didn't think so.
But you're running out
of oxygen, so...
Cuz, if you want this
to end differently,
you better pray for a miracle
or dig like a motherfucker.
Ohh...
Hello, Mom.
I knew you were here
the second I walked in.
It's the smell.
You smell like a corpse.
It hurts, right? The tumour's
wrapped around your optic nerve.
Come on.
Over here. Come on.
Ohh!
Arggh! Ohh!
Roman, please help me.
With what? Feeding on me?
Commandeering my body?
Yeah, your good pal Pryce
filled me in before he carked.
I'm dying.
I...I can't think straight.
That's why I need your help.
Why would I ever help you?
Because you love me.
Despite everything...
..there was a time
when we were close.
'Were'. You took care of that.
You're becoming more like me,
every moment,
in everything you do.
Surely you understand
why I am the way I am.
I mean, I'm just
not someone who can give up.
Maybe we're both creatures
of absolute will.
You can will all you want.
You're already dead
and I'm looking
forward to the part
where you shut the fuck up
permanently.
Help me get Annie.
And I'll just go away.
I'll never bother you again.
Whatever you want.
The only problem with that
is that you aren't dead.
I made you what you are.
I taught you how to survive.
That's why I don't
need you anymore.
No, don't.
You'll always need me.
Yeah? I'm stronger
than you ever were.
No...
- It's time to go.
- No.
Your time is up.
I'm not
supposed to be here.
I don't know what to say.
Line?
Boo!
Hell is murky.
Fie, my lord, fie!
A soldier and afeard?
What need we fear who knows it
when none can call
our power to account.
Yet...who would...
Speak up, darling!
I tell ya,
if I had a tomato...
Who...
Line.
Line!
What is my fucking line?!
Ohh!
What am I supposed to do?
Give up?
Don't talk nonsense.
- Hey.
- She's been an angel.
I fed and changed her.
Put her down about an hour ago.
Thanks.
And we have a visitor.
Sorry.
- It has to be tight.
- Mmm.
You're lucky you're alive.
Let's not tempt fate. Come on.
I'll drive you to the hospital.
No. There's too many people
asking too many questions.
It's better to stay
off the grid.
You don't have to be
doing any of this.
I didn't do enough
when it really counted.
If I had, none of this
would be happening.
You didn't know
what Roman was capable of.
Neither did I.
You did what you could
to stop him.
Let me help.
- We'll go after him together.
- No, this isn't your fight.
The only way to bring Roman down
is for me to turn.
So you'll wait a month,
give you a chance
to get your strength back.
Turning against the moon
exposes you to enormous risk.
You've turned against
the moon before.
This time,
there is no coming back.
You're not the first
of your kind I've run across.
Look what he's done
in three days.
Give him a month,
it'll be hell on earth.
Promise me you'll wait...
..for her sake.
I'm not
in peak form anyway.
I can take care of her.
You need to concentrate
on getting well.
You'll call me when it's over
and I'll bring her back to you.
Where did that come from?
My end of a business deal
I'd just as soon forget.
You two need it more than I do.
I travel light.
You have three new messages.
Hello, Annie, dear.
It's your mother.
We haven't talked
in a while - my fault.
I've been under the weather.
I...I'd love to see you.
Please come by. I miss you.
Next message.
Me again. I'm calling
to see if you got my message.
I'm around all day.
Next message.
Are you coming by?
This you?
Yeah.
You sound pretty chipper
for a dead guy.
Sorry to ruin your day.
Maybe next time, you'll
remember to cut off my head.
Who says there
has to be a next time?
You were the one
who shot me, remember?
I was just defending myself
so I could go home to Nadia.
So Daddy could
kiss her goodnight
reeking of blood
and cheap perfume
from the dead hooker
you left in the alley?
You can hate me all you want,
but you need to ask yourself
what's in everyone's best
interests moving forward.
You and me and Annie -
we all did fucked-up shit.
But if we keep this going,
we're gonna do worse shit.
That's hard to believe.
You set the bar pretty high.
No more killing, Peter.
All you gotta do
is give me my daughter back
and we'll go our separate ways,
I promise.
Nadia would be better off dead
than living with you.
She's my daughter, Peter!
She's Letha's daughter.
I'm trying to give you
a way out of this.
There is no way out.
You murdered Destiny. I can't
let you walk away from that.
You couldn't have bought Andreas
a bus ticket out of town?
You had no other choice
than to rat him out?
Andreas had to die.
Only Destiny tried to
put it all on me at the end
'cause she wouldn't...
she couldn't believe
that you were too gutless
to admit what you did,
that you were that weak,
that you were that pathetic!
Everything that
you hate about Olivia,
that's what you've become.
Norman didn't even want
to admit that you were his son.
And...and Annie, who you
just fucked a couple times,
she wants you dead.
I just came late to the party.
And the model fucking family
you come from.
I mean, your mother couldn't
keep a roof over her head
that wasn't attached
with a guard tower.
And Destiny, she rafted up
with this fucking lowlife
who caused this whole
thing to happen.
All I did was try to keep you
from not going down too.
I never meant
for any of this to happen.
But when Nadia grows up...
..and she finds out what you
really are, she will hate you.
Last chance, Peter.
Give me my kid back
or I'm gonna come after you
with all I got.
Come the next full moon,
there will be blood.
I'm gonna rip out
your fucking heart.
Yeah.
You have company.
- May we come in?
- Of course.
This
is a nice surprise.
Who is the little one?
Nadia. She's your niece.
My niece?
You didn't mention...
What happened? It looks like
there was a war downstairs.
Police invasion. Apparently,
it's a crime to be homeless.
And where did everybody go?
Somewhere else.
Did you come to keep
Aunt Shelley company?
Little kids usually scream
and run the other way
when they see me coming.
She knows you're family.
- How?
- She just knows.
Lucky for her,
there's no family resemblance.
Um... Listen.
I need a favour.
Sure.
Could you watch Nadia
for an hour or so?
Apologies for
the close quarters.
The boardroom is still a work
in progress after the shoot-out.
Regarding that matter,
there's going to be
an incident report
on your desk Monday morning.
I don't have to read
a report. I was there.
What I need is for you to make
sure it doesn't happen again.
We've also reviewed our
protocols after Pryce's murder.
The assailant was unarmed
and cleared security...
Save it.
We have an urgent matter
that needs your full attention.
This is Nadia - the work
product of Pryce's research
into extra-uterine life,
the first marketable prototype.
She was stolen from
our facility by this woman
who orchestrated Pryce's murder
as a diversionary tactic
to make the grab.
We were not aware
this prototype was on-site.
You don't have the clearance.
She goes by the name of Annie
Archambeau - probably an alias.
She's an international
intelligence operative
up for auction.
Find the kid
and terminate the operative.
What you're asking us
to do, sir,
doesn't really fit
our job description.
We're responsible for building
security, not something like...
Do I look like a complete
fucking idiot to you?
No, sir.
I must look like one
because you seem to think
I don't have the faintest
fucking idea who I'm talking to.
Most of you were recruited
out of black ops
to be Pryce's personal, highly
paid mischief and mayhem crew.
But you're working for me now
and you have your assignments.
OK?
Now please leave me
the fuck alone.
Oh, it's unlocked.
Oh, there you are.
Come in. Come in.
I got your messages.
Oh, I was afraid
you'd forgotten about us.
We're so happy you're here.
Happy? Baby,
we're fucking ecstatic.
- I just came in my pants.
- Go away.
Um...you said
you're not feeling well.
I picked up whatever's
going around. I'll be fine.
I've been meaning to come by.
There's something
I've been wanting to ask...
I really do have to apologise
for our last visit.
I was so mad at Norman
for fucking you.
- Norman?
- Roman, your brother.
I was so busy pissing acid
on that little shit,
I didn't give a moment's
thought to the fact
that you're probably terribly
uncomfortable with the whole...
Whatever it was.
She means she's sorry.
That's OK.
The first time I came here,
I lied to you.
- I never met Dimitri.
- Oh, snap! Here we go.
Lucky you.
I said that because I wanted
to see how you'd react.
Did I pass?
When I was old enough
to travel on my own,
I went looking for him.
He'd been killed
some years before.
They found his body
in the village square.
Things had been done to him,
mutilation and such.
Oh, such an idyllic place,
the old country,
from the outside,
but underneath...oof!
I remember you telling me
how you'd been planning
to run off together.
He went to the next village
to steal a horse
and you never
heard from him again.
Well, I guess now we know why.
He'd been mutilated and
left in the centre of town.
Everyone knew about it.
Oh, it was just so long ago.
You were carrying his child,
your lover disappears.
They find a boy the same age,
body parts all over the place.
You didn't put it together?
What's your point?
"Men leave.
That's what they do."
Isn't that what you told me?
I don't think men leave you.
I think you prey on them.
Men are a cheap and easy
source of protein
and they do leave.
When I found out that's
what Dimitri was planning,
I certainly wasn't gonna let him
do that to my unborn child.
You're nothing
if not selfless, Olivia.
In retrospect, I'm certain
I did us both a favour.
Oh, um...
I...I've really enjoyed our
time together, however brief,
but, with regret, I must
do what needs to be done.
Ugh!
Good to be home.
Ooh!
You know what
I like about this place?
It's spacious?
It's mine.
"Remove diaper
from wrapping. Unvelcro tabs."
Um...
The Inuit put layers
of moss tucked inside sealskin.
They created the most
technologically advanced
diaper of its day.
It was both absorbent
and waterproof.
I see you got yourself a baby
since I saw you last.
Things happen fast around here.
Who is that little person?
Her name is Nadia.
- Nadia?
- My niece.
Back in Elizabethan times,
they didn't change diapers
but once a week.
I often wondered if that's what
kicked off the age
of exploration -
travelling across oceans
to distant lands
to escape the aroma
of young families -
because the history
of toileting's pretty much
the history of everything
when you get right down to it.
For a smart guy who knows
a whole lot about a whole lot,
you're pretty dumb sometimes.
I reached that same conclusion
around Bald Knob, Arkansas.
So you're aware
that it seems to be easier
for you to stand up
in front of 100 people
and open a vein
than it is to talk to me?
I am aware.
And it occurred to me
that telling the truth
to entertain an audience
isn't anywhere near the same
as telling the truth
'cause it's the truth.
It's probably
a good deal less honest.
That is my strong sense.
So is there anything I should
know or that you want to tell me
or do I need to go round up
a few dozen more people?
No. No, that's it.
You know everything about me.
You've seen me at my worst.
Before I have to leave
to explore distant lands,
we gotta figure out how
to change this baby's diaper.
Let me show you.
It's very simple.
Stretchy part goes in the back.
This goes in the front.
Connect the tabs.
- Connect the tabs.
- Mm-hm.
Ma'am,
this is a secure floor.
And this is a Godfrey family
member who's fallen gravely ill.
Dr Pryce is expecting us.
Ma'am, Dr Pryce is dead.
Well, I'll speak
to Dr Blinsky, then.
Ms Godfrey, you need
to step out of the elevator.
Please.
- Ms Godfrey...
- Bip, bip, bip!
You just
killed that guard!
Time for you to do
that consciousness
transfer la-di-da
you do so well.
Who is she?
The perfect fit,
though I never imagined
myself as a size two.
I'd throw a hump into that.
Are you crazy?
Fucking bat-shit meshuga,
as my African demigod associate
can certainly vouch for.
Ooh, and he gives good head.
Mrs Godfrey,
you are obviously extremely ill.
See, he's not buying
the green tea or borax either.
You won't be able
to walk out of here.
There will be an army of cops
looking for you.
No, no, no. I'm not
walking out of here. She is.
My crimes will die with me,
but I did not shoot the deputy.
I'm not doing this.
You are not of sound mind
or body and this...
..this person is being coerced.
Dr Blinsky.
This is best for all concerned.
Annie will get to be
with her departed family
at Six Flags over Jesus,
I will be the very best
size two I can be
and you will have
the satisfaction
of restoring everyone
to wholeness.
I mean, isn't that
what doctors do after all?
You'll have to kill me first.
I thought you'd say
something annoying like that.
That would leave little
Auden Blinsky without her daddy.
Pretentious name, by the way.
No, no.
Her dance class at the community
centre lets out in...
..ooh, one hour.
Poor little thing is gonna
miss Christmas. Oh, well.
Don't even...don't even
talk like that. You wouldn't.
Oh, the girls look so cute
getting ready
for spring recital.
Just do what she says.
You don't have a choice.
Oh, my God...
I'm going to sedate you.
You won't feel a thing.
Isn't this the way it should be,
children being sacrificed
for their parent?
I'm pretty sure
it's the other way around.
Look straight ahead.
I'm going to unlock you.
Run to the module.
I'll be right behind you.
We'll lock ourselves in.
I'm gonna do a quick
neurological exam.
Pryce never did
anything like that.
Yeah, well, Pryce...
Pryce is dead.
Did I know that?
- I think you did.
- Well, hurry up.
I feel death's clammy fingers
wrapping around my mortal coil.
Tell me when you can't
hear this anymore.
Key West this,
Key West that...
A town full of drunks
getting skin cancer.
I knew Hemingway personally -
dull as dirt until
Papa got six daiquiris in him.
Not great shakes in the sack -
short and clipped,
like his sentences.
I thought the cats
were a cute touch.
He would have made
a great Santa Claus.
Ohh...
Ugh!
What is it with you and
putting people in this thing?
- Open it up.
- I can't!
Open it up or I'll use
your spine to pry it open.
OK, OK! I programmed
a manual override.
Ohh...
- I am so sorry. I tried.
- Bip!
Just a minute.
- What is she doing?
- I don't know.
- Open the fucking door!
- I'm trying to!
It's hard to type
with blood on my hands!
Open
the fucking door now!
What are you doing?
My prayer was that you know
faith and the love of God.
No matter.
The grace of the Lord
will find you
and transform you
into everything you're not -
perfect, whole and complete.
Adieu, Maman.
Open it up!
Open it up! No! No!
No! No! No!
No!
What are you reading?
Your reviews.
How much
do they hate me?
Hate you?
They adore you.
But I couldn't
remember my lines.
Oh, well, people are
always more forgiving
than you ever
give them credit for.
"A performance worthy
of a young Julie Christie."
I don't know who that is,
but they seem to love her.
"Brilliant." "Iconic."
"First Lady
of the London stage."
"A tour de force."
What are you so worried about?
You're a star. It says so
right there in black and white.
It feels like
I don't deserve it.
Oh, well, it's not up to you
to decide. That's for them.
You know what your problem is?
You are self-centred.
I've been told that before.
You don't know how
to let yourself be loved
because it's out
of your control.
Being loved isn't
even about you.
That's where your problem is.
But it makes no sense.
You have to train yourself
to drink in their adoration
and be grateful for it.
Law of attraction.
The love you make
is equal to...whatever.
Here. Let me show you.
She is the lady and the tiger,
darkness at noon,
the lurch you got left in.
May I present
the only woman I know
who wears my heart on
her sleeve, Olivia Godfrey.
Oh! Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.
I...I love you all.
Thank you all.
Bip...
..bip...
..bip.
Thank you all.
What do you mean you're leaving?
Bip...
..bip...
Thank you all
and to all, a good night.
That gun's not gonna
do you much good.
Yeah.
Arggh...!
Roman...
Ohh!
Oh, I...
..I can't move.
My body's broken.
Look at me.
Just do it.
Please.
I don't want to be this.
Look at you.
You're gonna live out your days
as a fucking animal.
It's over, man.
It's over, man.
Just do it! Just do it.
Alright, our next caller
is Vlad Wojack
of Hemlock Grove.
What's on your mind, Vlad?
We need to look
at these unexplained deaths
and disappearances through
the prism of rational thought.
Blaming them on made-up stuff
like vampires and lycanthropes
trivialises
what's really going on here.
The real cause of all
this suffering? EBEs.
Extra-biological
entities? Aliens?
Couldn't be more obvious.
Ever been to Montana?
Nope.
They got sky for
the taking, I'm told.
Well, let's go get us some sky.
You given any more thought
about what to do
with that bag of money?
Yeah.
Nothing.
We're a couple of poets.
What do we know about money?
We'll wait till Nadia grows up.
She'll know what to do with it.
Look!
What?
Never mind.
It was nothing.