Hemlock Grove (2013–2015): Season 3, Episode 5 - Episode #3.5 - full transcript
I was thinking
maybe you were a no-show.
Middle of the day.
Hard to disentangle from work.
So many flakes on the
message board. You never know.
But you're here now.
Let's see
what I'm working with here.
You negative?
Just tested.
All top and popper-friendly.
Just like the posting says.
No! No, Daddy! Daddy, no!
Daddy, no!
Hey. It's me.
So listen.
What happened yesterday
with that guy,
it was a terrible thing, and...
If I could
take it all back, I...
But what happened
before the shooting with us,
that was maybe
the most beautiful thing,
at least for me.
All the gunfire in the world
can't change that.
I'll say a prayer for the guy.
But call me back when you
get this, OK? I need to see you.
It's me, Roman.
You've reached Andreas.
I can't take your call.
Please leave a message.
It's your fiancée calling,
again.
Where are you? You were supposed
to be here two hours ago.
Remember I bought you
a really expensive watch?
How about you try using it
to tell the time? OK? Call me.
And if you ran off to Vegas
with some stripper...
Just...call me back, you dummy.
Fuck!
Directions to the body
if you want him back.
If it was up to me,
I'd leave that shithead
with the rats,
just like the rest
of the garbage.
Doesn't sound like
you want to be an upir
living in East Cornwall.
Those things just kept...coming.
This is far worse
than I imagined.
Things seem to have escalated
precipitously.
Six weeks ago, Arnold Spivak MD
morphs into a...
..flying reptoid.
Then out of nowhere, this shit?
- Are the two related?
- You got to ask the question.
I've been wondering
the same thing
and analysing
these autopsy results
looking for any connection
to the Spivak genome.
And?
So far, nothing,
but now that this evidence
has surfaced linking Spivak
to genetic research
the Nazis were doing...
- What evidence?
- Well, uh...
What I meant to say
is I should, or, rather, I will,
do some investigating,
see if there's...
..evidence that Spivak WAS aware
of the research the...
Nazis were doing.
That could tell us
something.
I'm so glad you and Annie made it
back from East Cornwall OK.
You were lucky.
I make my own luck.
He's not answering texts
or returning calls,
and neither is Peter.
Oh, they're still
probably passed out cold.
Or Andreas is so hung-over
that he can't move his lips
to lie about
how he didn't do blow
off a stripper's ass
last night.
No, Andreas doesn't do blow.
He has terrible sinuses.
No, this is the guy who calls me
12 times a day about nothing.
They stop talking to you
when they get married.
Which is fine. When they stop
listening, the trouble starts.
He promised he would be
back in time to drive me
to the bridal boutique -
it was his idea.
You can
worry about Andreas
while you're
trying on dresses.
The designer
gets a $100 deposit,
and I don't want to
lose my money.
OK? Now, let's go.
Give it back to me.
It's mine! Come on!
Now, beat it, Pancho.
Go back to that pupuseria
you call a country.
Give me that back,
and my name is not Pancho.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Now... Now, now, now, now.
It seems like somebody here
has gone to the anger place,
which is not a positive place.
He took my personal shit,
including two cans of potatoes.
The bag was left unattended,
therefore mine,
according to
the laws of the streets.
Streets? You're tripping.
Give the young fella back
his bag and his potatoes.
You can help yourself to as much
as you want from the truck.
He's the one
always stirring up this shit.
- And who asked you anyway?
- Alright. See...
Now you're going
to the blame place,
which is not a positive place...
or a creative place.
How about you go to
the shut-the-fuck-up place?
I warned you.
But you wouldn't listen.
You were fierce out there,
getting all up
in McDougal's grill.
He hit you.
Well, he could have
done the same to you.
Well, I've got size on him.
And a face
that can take a punch
and no-one would notice.
That's it.
That's why you seem
so familiar to me.
I seem familiar?
No-one has ever said that to me.
You are a James Cameron heroine.
Good Lord.
No, a fierce and powerful woman,
a warrior, yet...
..decidedly feminine,
larger than life, literally,
and, uh,
idiosyncratically beautiful.
Boy, you must have been hit
pretty hard.
- Do you know what day it is?
- It's Tuesday.
I was, um...picking up
a load of corn niblets in town.
Who's the President
of the United States?
Like it even matters.
The theatre's showing
one of James Cameron's movies,
an under-appreciated classic
portending
the greatness to come -
'Piranha II'.
Want to go?
To the movies?
And then after,
we can go to the dump and, uh...
..watch raccoons
forage for scraps and whatnot.
It's a date night.
A date.
I can't.
I'm not... I can't.
Hello. I'm returning a call
from this number.
If you could give me
a call back, I'd appreciate it.
- Thanks.
- Sorry I'm late.
"From the desk
of Roman Godfrey"?
My little sociopath a business
tycoon? Who would have thunk?
He's got me running down wrong
numbers now looking for the kid.
What'd you find out
about Shelley?
Your daughter has taken up
residence at the Godfrey Mill.
Oh, good heavens.
That place is a rat's nest
of dope fiends, winos and bums.
Truck they used
to move her things
out of your apartment is...
Her things?
That's stolen property.
- That belongs to me.
- In any case...
The vehicle is registered
to an Aitor Quantic
of Two Rivers, Wisconsin.
38 years old,
Pennsylvania driver's licence,
probably the guy she rolls with.
My daughter doesn't 'roll'
with anyone,
certainly not some
middle-aged pervert.
- I want him arrested.
- For?
Burglary, for one.
He broke into my house.
If she resides at that address,
it's not a burg...
This predator is manipulating
a young girl's broken mind.
Why are you siding with him?
What's the matter?
You never seen a mother
heartsick over
a troubled teen?
I'm not taking his side.
But you can't use the police
to declare war
on some guy Shelley apparently
wants to hang out with.
What man wants to hang out
with a girl
that looks like that?
I...I'll forbid her from
having anything to do with him.
As a former bad boy, quickest
way to get a girl to bend over
is for her mom or dad
to disapprove of you.
It's like giving her
Spanish fly.
Chango.
He's a protector of children.
- What are you talking about?
- I want you to wear this.
In my culture,
Chango's a big deal.
Getting my daughter back
is gonna take
a little more
than lucky charms.
Chango was also the spirit guide
of self-control.
Losing one's shit
accomplishes nothing.
My gift to you.
'Chango'?
Spanish slang for 'monkey',
and my grandmother's nickname
for me.
Suits you.
Thank you.
Is this a destination wedding?
- Vegas? Beach in Hawaii?
- No, a church.
- We're staying local.
- Hm.
Gets complicated enough without
throwing airports into the mix.
You'll want something
a little more formal.
Maybe a cathedral train?
She'll look just like an angel
floating on a cloud.
Fuck!
Or maybe a naughty princess.
Let's talk about colour.
This one comes in
natural, beige,
bone and biscuit.
- Could you try Bajram again?
- It just goes to voicemail.
With your height,
you could really own
the mermaid silhouette.
Um... What colours
does it come in?
Natural, beige,
bone and biscuit.
Maybe they got arrested.
Buy that dress quick before
all the money's used for bail.
We can make this
out of organza, silk,
batiste, shantung,
brocade or satin.
OK, Andreas.
I'm officially pissed.
Where the fuck are you?
All I can say is you better
have a good fucking excuse.
- What colours does it come in?
- Uh, natural, beige, bone and...
Biscuit.
Biscuit.
Have some more kimchi.
There's plenty.
We got
a lot of this stuff.
You ready to get back
on that stage?
This is when I could
probably use those drugs
they were giving me.
I don't want to go up there
and keel over again.
Alright. Here's what you do
when you get nervous.
You look at nervous,
and you say,
"Welcome.
"I recognise you.
You're nervous.
"Who do you belong to?"
And you look around,
you say, "Hey!
"Anybody lose nervous?
He's right over here."
You go do what you got to do,
and you let somebody else
figure out
who nervous belongs to.
Got it.
And, uh, push the kimchi.
We got a shitload.
Yeah, girl!
I wrote something
I was gonna read to you today.
Then I came across
something I like better
because it reminds me...
It reminds me
of someone I love very much
who I miss a lot.
The poem was written
by Richard Brautigan.
It's called 'Boo, Forever'.
This is for you, Uncle Norman,
wherever you are.
"Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a top,
"I am haunted by all the space
I will live without you."
Uh, there's more kimchi
than we know what to do with.
Take as much as you like.
Give some to your friends.
Pass along the abundance.
So this is how
you've been spending your time
while I've been practically
catatonic with worry?
Mother, what are you doing here?
Well, I hope you're pleased,
sullying the Godfrey name
while slumming with these
filthy, lice-infested halfwits.
After all we've done, trying
to rescue you from insanity,
this is how you repay us?
Welcome to Rooster Poot.
- I am Aitor Quantic.
- Oh, I know who you are.
And you're going to wish
we never crossed paths.
Come along, dear -
let's get you home and deloused
before you go completely insane.
I've never felt more sane
in my life.
Are you coming home? Do I need
to send for men in white coats?
I'm starting to think maybe
I'm not the one who's crazy.
So that was Mom.
Yep.
What time is that movie?
You know
who's responsible for this?
Labour unions, with their
brotherhoods and picket signs,
shutting down the factories
that built this country,
turning the Godfrey Mill into
the Black Hole of Hemlock Grove,
a cesspool
of filth and indolence.
Garbage-eaters and idiots
defecating
in front of each other.
And this is where my daughter
feels right at home.
This is not my fault.
This is so not my fault.
How could I have failed
so miserably?
First Roman, now Shelley.
I have half a mind to run
screaming for the hills myself.
I'm not even your kid.
All those hours in labour
pushing and screaming, for what?
To be told I don't matter,
I don't count for anything?
Now you know
how Annie feels.
That is her name, isn't it?
Your daughter who came
looking for you the other day
who you sent packing?
For someone who spent
all those years onstage,
that was
a mighty thin performance.
She'd probably end up
hating me anyway.
Or you get a fresh start and
make sure that doesn't happen.
I might actually like my father
if I was meeting him
for the first time.
And who knows?
Maybe you get
a few pointers
on how to fix things
with the other two.
I wouldn't hold my breath
with Roman.
I guess you never know.
I'll let Chango be my guide.
Oh, my gosh.
Andreas is gonna wish
he stayed MIA
when he gets the bill for this.
I don't think
he's ever gonna come back.
- It's gonna be OK.
- Honestly.
- Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.
- What's happening?
- D?
Somebody?
What do you think, Chango?
Do I look maternal enough?
Who needs to look maternal?
Mmm. No sign of disease.
Oh, you really do have
exquisite hands, Olivia.
She's damn lucky to have
climbed out of this gene pool.
I've always been...terrified
the day would come
when you would...find me
and want answers, and I, uh...
I-I don't deal with fear
at all well. I...
I run away from it.
That's what I did, or...
..tried to, by, uh...
..shutting the door
in my daughter's face.
I wouldn't blame you if you did
the same thing to me. I, um...
Just...before
you close the door,
I...I want to apologise for...
..the way I treated you
the other day.
And for the things that happened
over a century ago.
He was a surgeon
at the base in Basra.
I was a Red Cross nurse
at a refugee hospital.
- He was handsome.
- Mmm.
Love at first sight
over amputations
and sucking chest wounds.
And here is your granddaughter,
Katarina.
She's seven there.
High scorer for her team.
That was taken
a week before the accident.
She has your eyes.
Pryce tried to play it off, but
he's not that good of an actor.
The coincidence of him
mentioning evidence of Spivak
the day after Ochoa
showed us that picture
strikes me
as awfully coincidental.
You gonna answer that?
Logic would suggest
Ochoa's the leak.
I mean,
we already don't trust him.
- Right.
- Somehow...
Olivia, toxic, manipulative cunt
that she is,
got a hook into him.
So I left him a message
with his landlord
saying it was from Olivia,
to meet her,
the same place as last time.
20 bucks says
he'll take the bait.
Yeah.
Peter?
Peter?
Are you OK?
Here he is.
They taught me everything I'll
ever need to know about faith.
Katarina especially.
She died in my arms.
But I know she'll...
..always be...
..perfect, whole and complete,
wherever she is.
To me, 'faith' is a word
that describes something
you know isn't real
but you wish it was.
'Faith' is a...
a sad word, in a way.
What do you believe in?
I believe in the world
and all its hot mess.
The gift of being upir
is you get to live in it
for a very long time.
No light. Turn it off, please.
No light.
Thank you.
It's just...
..a thing of mine.
I've been a nurse since 1914.
I worked in a field hospital
during the Battle of the Marne.
In seven days, there were
250,000 French casualties.
You can't imagine.
I-I...think I remember reading
something about that somewhere.
Then I moved back to France
in 1944.
My fiancé at the time
was a Canadian army officer.
- I was a nursing sister.
- What happened to him?
He saw combat in the Ardennes
during the Battle of the Bulge.
PTSD.
We drifted apart.
You do like soldier boys.
And the war machine.
Staying that close
to the meat grinder,
you must have had an endless
supply of blood and guts,
one great big buffet.
That's not
why I became a combat nurse.
- It was a way for me to atone.
- For what?
All the innocent lives I took
feeding in the world
when I was a young upir.
I had an epiphany,
and...and ever since...
Oh, please tell me
you're not one of those...
..self-loathing vegan vampires.
Not at all, but I think there is
a more humane way to feed.
The fat man in a restaurant
does not feel the need
to atone for his pork chop.
And that's the last time
I ever saw my father.
You see, darkness for me...
..washes away
all the bad things.
They messed with your head
real good, buddy,
'Cause that is some
fucked-up shit.
He was a...
a beautiful boy, strong.
He had sweet eyes,
blue as robins' eggs,
smelled like hay,
and he was always laughing.
We were children -
babies, really.
Grown-ups would never let us
be together, of course,
a stable boy.
We were gonna run away,
your father and I.
- Where to?
- The Greek islands.
I mean, we didn't even know
where Bucharest was,
let alone Greece, but...
that was our grand scheme.
We'd wait for the warm weather,
and then...
..we'd steal away
in the middle of the night.
- Very romantic.
- Mmm.
He was gonna be a fisherman.
And you?
A fisherman's wife, I guess.
When I found out
I was pregnant with you,
I...I told him
we needed to leave sooner -
you know,
before I started showing.
So he told me he was going
to the next village
to steal a plough horse.
That was...
the last I saw of him.
You must have been heartbroken.
I cried and cried.
I loved him.
I missed him.
Hated him.
Loved him again.
And by the time I delivered,
I was just...
..angry.
I mean, I'm grateful to him,
though.
He taught me a valuable lesson.
Men leave.
- Not all men.
- All men.
It's what they do.
I mean, even your Tod.
Maybe not at the time or
in the manner of his choosing,
but...here you are alone.
I know you have
your faith or whatever
and you think
he's somewhere...
..perfect, whole and...
Complete. Yeah.
But he's not here.
But he is, in here.
Just because I can't see him...
Or smell him or touch him
or fuck him.
All you can do is be angry.
Angry, you can do alone.
Scrounged up some...bronzing
and defining...
sculpting fixative powder
and lipstick.
Can I ask you something
that stays here?
First date?
Pretty obvious, I guess.
Don't trip.
It's like going somewhere
by yourself,
only with another person
hanging around.
You know, I've graf-bombed faces
on plenty of buildings.
If you want,
I can see what I can do.
Thanks.
You'd be at it for days.
It would take
a lot of spackle, modelling clay
and a hot glue gun
to renovate this facade.
If Aitor wants to take me
to the movies or...whatever,
it's gonna have to be as is.
They pulled you out of me, and
then...and they took you away.
They wouldn't let me hold you
or...or...or even look at you.
I was...punished just for asking
where you'd been sent.
I would lie awake at night
wondering...
..where you were,
what...your life was like.
Did you ever
come looking for me?
Records being
the way they were in those days,
there was no way
I could find you.
But did you ever look for me?
I...I always thought about you
on your birthday.
And on Christmas Day.
You had money.
Did you hire someone
to track me down?
It's not a hard question.
No.
And you sh...you should be
thankful for that.
I'm not the world's best mom.
I have two other children
who will tell you as much.
We're not very close.
And I...I take responsibility
for that.
But I...I've learned
from my mistakes, and I...
..I want things
to be different with us.
We've been honest
with each other.
We're different people
who look at the world
differently.
But I want us to look past
those differences,
past the mistakes I made,
past the circumstances
that separated us.
And I want us to find the things
that draw us closer together.
Will you do that with me?
Yes.
Oh, my firstborn.
I've found you.
What's he doing?
- Did he spot us?
- Hell if I know.
Right here.
Turn here.
Something you boys
curious about?
Might want to ask
instead of skulking around
like a couple of junior G men.
Don't think I need to ask.
I already know the answer.
You were just on your way
to meet with Olivia just now,
like you've been doing
all along.
If your issue is do I have
other clients that I work for,
you don't pay me enough
to buy my exclusivity.
How is she paying you? Huh?
I know for a fact
that she's broke
since I'm the one
who cut her off.
Taking it out in trade?
Now you're asking questions
I can't answer.
You might want to powwow
with the, uh,
hippie fortune teller chick -
great tits, nice ass.
Oh!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Easy, easy.
What the fuck?
You trying to kill the guy?
Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.
The fuck's wrong with you?
What the fuck was that, Peter?
Huh?
What's going on with you?
Andreas was executed
by the Croatian Mob last night.
He made a porno
starring him and...
..one of the shot-caller's
girls.
Then I handed him over to
the Croatians to make the peace.
Seven of our people got killed
on account of what he did.
And he knew it. He knew it.
But he was gonna go to war,
and he was gonna have
more innocent people killed.
I had to put him down
before more innocent blood
was spilled, OK?
I didn't have a choice.
I didn't have a choice. I swear.
But does that piece of shit
go to his grave taking...
..taking the mess
that he made with him?
No, that'd be too easy.
I mean, what am I supposed to do
with the dead body?
Stop.
He should be in there.
I'll call Pryce,
give him a heads-up.
About... About what?
Getting rid of this.
No.
No, Andreas has to have
a funeral.
Destiny needs closure.
To mourn her dead.
That's a bad idea, Peter.
A corpse turns up
and police will be all over it.
You don't want
that kind of exposure.
No.
Your call.
Come on.
Let's get him.
Hello?
Detective Zach Israel, Erie PD.
Who am I speaking with?
May I ask
what this is regarding?
Yeah, I'm...
I'm returning a call
made from this number
to a Merrill Samis.
I don't know who that is.
So you're not aware
that he's deceased?
- No. I'm sorry to hear that.
- You called him three times.
Oh, right. Um...
Actually, I...
I was returning a call.
He...he must have called me
by mistake.
Three callbacks
to a number dialled by mistake -
that's pretty tenacious.
How about the words
'Helmet smorgasbord'?
- Does that mean anything to you?
- Uh... Doesn't ring a bell.
Well, you see, I'm asking
because these deaths
are homicides.
Listen.
I was just returning a call.
What it was about,
I wouldn't want to speculate.
Well... If you think of anything
that might shed some light...
I'll be in touch.
Manager said they were shipped
the wrong print by mistake,
so they're showing this
instead of 'Piranha II'.
So we'll watch this.
Well, it's unfortunate.
I think you'd really enjoy
'Piranha II'.
It foreshadows
many of the themes
James Cameron explores
in his later work.
Oh.
The trope
of the female protagonist
as a canary in a coalmine
warning of the impending doom
makes its debut in 'Piranha II'.
If you want,
we can ask for our money back
and go see 'Piranha II'
another time.
No, no.
The movie doesn't matter.
I'm mostly interested
in spending time with you
and get to know each other
better.
- I'd like that too.
- Oh, come on.
What if he's telling the truth?
It's possible.
You ever heard of
the Anthropocene extinction?
No.
It's the end of life
on this planet as we know it
on account of man - that's what
'Anthropocene' means.
It's happening as we speak.
Oh.
'Piranha II'
is an early manifesto
bearing witness
to the ecological destruction
caused by man's interference
in the natural order,
symbolised in the film
by genetically engineered
flying carnivorous grunions.
Oh.
It's also a romance.
Think this is OK?
Except for
the surveillance cameras
we won't know about
until the cops come knocking?
Sure.
On three.
One...two...three.
Oh, shit.
I better call in a tip to 911,
so he's not out here
too long.
I'll do it.
You need to stay as
far away from this as you can.
Thank you.
Come on. We got to go.
Come on, Peter.
We got to get out of here.
The warrior mother's journey
takes her into the dark realm -
in this case, the sunken ship -
to confront death
and returns
enlightened and empowered.
Classic monomyth stuff.
Aitor, you are
a really interesting guy
with a lot of really interesting
things to say.
But I should shut up
and let you watch this movie.
It's pretty good, actually.
I talk a blue streak
when I get nervous.
You're nervous? I thought...
You mean, "Hey, everybody,
I got nervous over here.
"Who does nervous belong to?"
I invariably find out
nervous belongs to me.
What are you nervous about?
A lot of things.
Mostly getting close to people.
I understand.
Do I make you nervous?
No.
But there is
the whole issue of...
..comportment regarding a...
first kiss situation
presenting itself, should we...
continue down this path,
which...
..objectively speaking,
is completely terrifying.
First...kiss?
See? I already ruined it.
Forget I said anything.
You want to kiss me?
Not if you don't want me to.
See, this is where I struggle,
in that grey zone
of getting close to someone,
knowing or not knowing
when it's appropriate
or not appropriate,
as the case may...
I'd be fine with it...I think.
Though maybe
it would be better
if we just called it
our second kiss.
That's your job?
You're a field inspector.
Well, maybe I should
find me some other kind of work.
Because it ain't like
the old days.
It's bad, dangerous and ugly
down there, Kelly.
Would you believe the other day,
I saw a rat this big?
- Are you through?
- No, I mean it!
I was worried when I didn't
hear back, but, um...
- Are you OK?
- I'm good.
You've hurt yourself.
- Here, let me see.
- Really. I'm fine.
You know what? You need
a stiff drink and a good meal.
There's this little bistro
in Sewickley
I've been meaning to try.
I really can't.
Well, I suppose we could
stay here and order pizza
like a couple of teenagers.
Roman fired me.
That pissy little prick.
No, trust me. Not working
for your son is a good thing.
I've been doing some digging,
and...
..the stuff I'm coming up with
is about as bad as it gets.
Forget about Roman.
I want to tell you all about
my afternoon with Annie.
I...I keep a fishing boat
down in the Florida Keys.
I think I should go spend
some quality time on board,
far, far away from here.
What are you saying?
If I leave now,
ahead of rush hour,
I can...get there
by sunset tomorrow.
What about Shelley?
I got a buddy of mine
checking in on that.
That guy she's with, turns out,
has some priors.
So that's all in FedEx.
You need to help me
find my granddaughter.
I hate to say it,
but you know as well as anyone,
I'm turning up nothing
on that.
And Roman - I mean,
you know what he's capable of.
Imagine how I feel.
You can't go.
My car is packed.
I'm checked out of my place.
And us?
Just really...
beginning to know one another.
For whatever reason,
you and I really seem to click.
You seem to understand me.
Most men...don't.
I've enjoyed
working with you too.
And we'll definitely
stay in touch.
You should plan a trip.
Get you out on the boat.
Gulf Stream's
just a couple miles offshore.
There's a marlin out there with
your name on it. No question.
You have to stay
in Hemlock Grove.
I...I need you here with me.
Come here.
Don't leave.
We'll see each other soon.
What do I have to do
to make you stay?
Most people think
the world's gonna end
in a ball of fire
or a blinding flash and a...
..giant mushroom cloud.
Personally, I think Armageddon's
happening all around us,
in slow motion.
"This is the way the world ends,
not with a bang but a whimper"?
Yep.
Does it depress you?
Well, February depresses me.
Armageddon, I'm OK with.
I mean...
What are you gonna do?
- Hey, look. From the video.
- Hey, it's Frankenstein.
- Sad.
- In the flesh.
- A lot of flesh, bro.
- Shut the hell up and show her.
Hey. That's you.
Cool.
- Sick.
- Yeah. Awesome.
- On fire.
- You're on YouTube.
4,000 hits so far.
And Rich Girl just picked it up
on their blog.
You're gonna be a star.
So cool.
Told you guys.
Come on. Let's go.
911.
What's your emergency?
There's a man
on the sidewalk passed out.
I don't think he's breathing.
What's the address?
The Nestor building
on Hope Road.
- I don't know the number.
- Paramedics are on their way.
- Is the man injured?
- All I know is he won't wake up.
"Hello. My name is Johann.
I am a scientist.
"I know a great deal about
the building blocks of life.
"I know next to nothing
about...
"..how to live it...
"..even in part,
"let alone in full.
"I'm 48 years old,
and the time has come
"for me to step into the light.
"I know this is a journey
I must make on my own.
"Perhaps along the way, I...
".. will find a friend
"who can show me where
the wall switch is hiding."
I figured there had to be
some sort of mistake,
so I went to the morgue.
I'm so sorry.
♪ I am a feeling
♪ Born without reason
♪ Lost by myself
♪ In the night, I'm a gambler
♪ Cold-hearted rambler
♪ Lost by myself
♪ Oh, what a feeling
♪ Time is an old friend
who will not call ahead
♪ He is always the voice in my head. ♪
maybe you were a no-show.
Middle of the day.
Hard to disentangle from work.
So many flakes on the
message board. You never know.
But you're here now.
Let's see
what I'm working with here.
You negative?
Just tested.
All top and popper-friendly.
Just like the posting says.
No! No, Daddy! Daddy, no!
Daddy, no!
Hey. It's me.
So listen.
What happened yesterday
with that guy,
it was a terrible thing, and...
If I could
take it all back, I...
But what happened
before the shooting with us,
that was maybe
the most beautiful thing,
at least for me.
All the gunfire in the world
can't change that.
I'll say a prayer for the guy.
But call me back when you
get this, OK? I need to see you.
It's me, Roman.
You've reached Andreas.
I can't take your call.
Please leave a message.
It's your fiancée calling,
again.
Where are you? You were supposed
to be here two hours ago.
Remember I bought you
a really expensive watch?
How about you try using it
to tell the time? OK? Call me.
And if you ran off to Vegas
with some stripper...
Just...call me back, you dummy.
Fuck!
Directions to the body
if you want him back.
If it was up to me,
I'd leave that shithead
with the rats,
just like the rest
of the garbage.
Doesn't sound like
you want to be an upir
living in East Cornwall.
Those things just kept...coming.
This is far worse
than I imagined.
Things seem to have escalated
precipitously.
Six weeks ago, Arnold Spivak MD
morphs into a...
..flying reptoid.
Then out of nowhere, this shit?
- Are the two related?
- You got to ask the question.
I've been wondering
the same thing
and analysing
these autopsy results
looking for any connection
to the Spivak genome.
And?
So far, nothing,
but now that this evidence
has surfaced linking Spivak
to genetic research
the Nazis were doing...
- What evidence?
- Well, uh...
What I meant to say
is I should, or, rather, I will,
do some investigating,
see if there's...
..evidence that Spivak WAS aware
of the research the...
Nazis were doing.
That could tell us
something.
I'm so glad you and Annie made it
back from East Cornwall OK.
You were lucky.
I make my own luck.
He's not answering texts
or returning calls,
and neither is Peter.
Oh, they're still
probably passed out cold.
Or Andreas is so hung-over
that he can't move his lips
to lie about
how he didn't do blow
off a stripper's ass
last night.
No, Andreas doesn't do blow.
He has terrible sinuses.
No, this is the guy who calls me
12 times a day about nothing.
They stop talking to you
when they get married.
Which is fine. When they stop
listening, the trouble starts.
He promised he would be
back in time to drive me
to the bridal boutique -
it was his idea.
You can
worry about Andreas
while you're
trying on dresses.
The designer
gets a $100 deposit,
and I don't want to
lose my money.
OK? Now, let's go.
Give it back to me.
It's mine! Come on!
Now, beat it, Pancho.
Go back to that pupuseria
you call a country.
Give me that back,
and my name is not Pancho.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Now... Now, now, now, now.
It seems like somebody here
has gone to the anger place,
which is not a positive place.
He took my personal shit,
including two cans of potatoes.
The bag was left unattended,
therefore mine,
according to
the laws of the streets.
Streets? You're tripping.
Give the young fella back
his bag and his potatoes.
You can help yourself to as much
as you want from the truck.
He's the one
always stirring up this shit.
- And who asked you anyway?
- Alright. See...
Now you're going
to the blame place,
which is not a positive place...
or a creative place.
How about you go to
the shut-the-fuck-up place?
I warned you.
But you wouldn't listen.
You were fierce out there,
getting all up
in McDougal's grill.
He hit you.
Well, he could have
done the same to you.
Well, I've got size on him.
And a face
that can take a punch
and no-one would notice.
That's it.
That's why you seem
so familiar to me.
I seem familiar?
No-one has ever said that to me.
You are a James Cameron heroine.
Good Lord.
No, a fierce and powerful woman,
a warrior, yet...
..decidedly feminine,
larger than life, literally,
and, uh,
idiosyncratically beautiful.
Boy, you must have been hit
pretty hard.
- Do you know what day it is?
- It's Tuesday.
I was, um...picking up
a load of corn niblets in town.
Who's the President
of the United States?
Like it even matters.
The theatre's showing
one of James Cameron's movies,
an under-appreciated classic
portending
the greatness to come -
'Piranha II'.
Want to go?
To the movies?
And then after,
we can go to the dump and, uh...
..watch raccoons
forage for scraps and whatnot.
It's a date night.
A date.
I can't.
I'm not... I can't.
Hello. I'm returning a call
from this number.
If you could give me
a call back, I'd appreciate it.
- Thanks.
- Sorry I'm late.
"From the desk
of Roman Godfrey"?
My little sociopath a business
tycoon? Who would have thunk?
He's got me running down wrong
numbers now looking for the kid.
What'd you find out
about Shelley?
Your daughter has taken up
residence at the Godfrey Mill.
Oh, good heavens.
That place is a rat's nest
of dope fiends, winos and bums.
Truck they used
to move her things
out of your apartment is...
Her things?
That's stolen property.
- That belongs to me.
- In any case...
The vehicle is registered
to an Aitor Quantic
of Two Rivers, Wisconsin.
38 years old,
Pennsylvania driver's licence,
probably the guy she rolls with.
My daughter doesn't 'roll'
with anyone,
certainly not some
middle-aged pervert.
- I want him arrested.
- For?
Burglary, for one.
He broke into my house.
If she resides at that address,
it's not a burg...
This predator is manipulating
a young girl's broken mind.
Why are you siding with him?
What's the matter?
You never seen a mother
heartsick over
a troubled teen?
I'm not taking his side.
But you can't use the police
to declare war
on some guy Shelley apparently
wants to hang out with.
What man wants to hang out
with a girl
that looks like that?
I...I'll forbid her from
having anything to do with him.
As a former bad boy, quickest
way to get a girl to bend over
is for her mom or dad
to disapprove of you.
It's like giving her
Spanish fly.
Chango.
He's a protector of children.
- What are you talking about?
- I want you to wear this.
In my culture,
Chango's a big deal.
Getting my daughter back
is gonna take
a little more
than lucky charms.
Chango was also the spirit guide
of self-control.
Losing one's shit
accomplishes nothing.
My gift to you.
'Chango'?
Spanish slang for 'monkey',
and my grandmother's nickname
for me.
Suits you.
Thank you.
Is this a destination wedding?
- Vegas? Beach in Hawaii?
- No, a church.
- We're staying local.
- Hm.
Gets complicated enough without
throwing airports into the mix.
You'll want something
a little more formal.
Maybe a cathedral train?
She'll look just like an angel
floating on a cloud.
Fuck!
Or maybe a naughty princess.
Let's talk about colour.
This one comes in
natural, beige,
bone and biscuit.
- Could you try Bajram again?
- It just goes to voicemail.
With your height,
you could really own
the mermaid silhouette.
Um... What colours
does it come in?
Natural, beige,
bone and biscuit.
Maybe they got arrested.
Buy that dress quick before
all the money's used for bail.
We can make this
out of organza, silk,
batiste, shantung,
brocade or satin.
OK, Andreas.
I'm officially pissed.
Where the fuck are you?
All I can say is you better
have a good fucking excuse.
- What colours does it come in?
- Uh, natural, beige, bone and...
Biscuit.
Biscuit.
Have some more kimchi.
There's plenty.
We got
a lot of this stuff.
You ready to get back
on that stage?
This is when I could
probably use those drugs
they were giving me.
I don't want to go up there
and keel over again.
Alright. Here's what you do
when you get nervous.
You look at nervous,
and you say,
"Welcome.
"I recognise you.
You're nervous.
"Who do you belong to?"
And you look around,
you say, "Hey!
"Anybody lose nervous?
He's right over here."
You go do what you got to do,
and you let somebody else
figure out
who nervous belongs to.
Got it.
And, uh, push the kimchi.
We got a shitload.
Yeah, girl!
I wrote something
I was gonna read to you today.
Then I came across
something I like better
because it reminds me...
It reminds me
of someone I love very much
who I miss a lot.
The poem was written
by Richard Brautigan.
It's called 'Boo, Forever'.
This is for you, Uncle Norman,
wherever you are.
"Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a top,
"I am haunted by all the space
I will live without you."
Uh, there's more kimchi
than we know what to do with.
Take as much as you like.
Give some to your friends.
Pass along the abundance.
So this is how
you've been spending your time
while I've been practically
catatonic with worry?
Mother, what are you doing here?
Well, I hope you're pleased,
sullying the Godfrey name
while slumming with these
filthy, lice-infested halfwits.
After all we've done, trying
to rescue you from insanity,
this is how you repay us?
Welcome to Rooster Poot.
- I am Aitor Quantic.
- Oh, I know who you are.
And you're going to wish
we never crossed paths.
Come along, dear -
let's get you home and deloused
before you go completely insane.
I've never felt more sane
in my life.
Are you coming home? Do I need
to send for men in white coats?
I'm starting to think maybe
I'm not the one who's crazy.
So that was Mom.
Yep.
What time is that movie?
You know
who's responsible for this?
Labour unions, with their
brotherhoods and picket signs,
shutting down the factories
that built this country,
turning the Godfrey Mill into
the Black Hole of Hemlock Grove,
a cesspool
of filth and indolence.
Garbage-eaters and idiots
defecating
in front of each other.
And this is where my daughter
feels right at home.
This is not my fault.
This is so not my fault.
How could I have failed
so miserably?
First Roman, now Shelley.
I have half a mind to run
screaming for the hills myself.
I'm not even your kid.
All those hours in labour
pushing and screaming, for what?
To be told I don't matter,
I don't count for anything?
Now you know
how Annie feels.
That is her name, isn't it?
Your daughter who came
looking for you the other day
who you sent packing?
For someone who spent
all those years onstage,
that was
a mighty thin performance.
She'd probably end up
hating me anyway.
Or you get a fresh start and
make sure that doesn't happen.
I might actually like my father
if I was meeting him
for the first time.
And who knows?
Maybe you get
a few pointers
on how to fix things
with the other two.
I wouldn't hold my breath
with Roman.
I guess you never know.
I'll let Chango be my guide.
Oh, my gosh.
Andreas is gonna wish
he stayed MIA
when he gets the bill for this.
I don't think
he's ever gonna come back.
- It's gonna be OK.
- Honestly.
- Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.
- What's happening?
- D?
Somebody?
What do you think, Chango?
Do I look maternal enough?
Who needs to look maternal?
Mmm. No sign of disease.
Oh, you really do have
exquisite hands, Olivia.
She's damn lucky to have
climbed out of this gene pool.
I've always been...terrified
the day would come
when you would...find me
and want answers, and I, uh...
I-I don't deal with fear
at all well. I...
I run away from it.
That's what I did, or...
..tried to, by, uh...
..shutting the door
in my daughter's face.
I wouldn't blame you if you did
the same thing to me. I, um...
Just...before
you close the door,
I...I want to apologise for...
..the way I treated you
the other day.
And for the things that happened
over a century ago.
He was a surgeon
at the base in Basra.
I was a Red Cross nurse
at a refugee hospital.
- He was handsome.
- Mmm.
Love at first sight
over amputations
and sucking chest wounds.
And here is your granddaughter,
Katarina.
She's seven there.
High scorer for her team.
That was taken
a week before the accident.
She has your eyes.
Pryce tried to play it off, but
he's not that good of an actor.
The coincidence of him
mentioning evidence of Spivak
the day after Ochoa
showed us that picture
strikes me
as awfully coincidental.
You gonna answer that?
Logic would suggest
Ochoa's the leak.
I mean,
we already don't trust him.
- Right.
- Somehow...
Olivia, toxic, manipulative cunt
that she is,
got a hook into him.
So I left him a message
with his landlord
saying it was from Olivia,
to meet her,
the same place as last time.
20 bucks says
he'll take the bait.
Yeah.
Peter?
Peter?
Are you OK?
Here he is.
They taught me everything I'll
ever need to know about faith.
Katarina especially.
She died in my arms.
But I know she'll...
..always be...
..perfect, whole and complete,
wherever she is.
To me, 'faith' is a word
that describes something
you know isn't real
but you wish it was.
'Faith' is a...
a sad word, in a way.
What do you believe in?
I believe in the world
and all its hot mess.
The gift of being upir
is you get to live in it
for a very long time.
No light. Turn it off, please.
No light.
Thank you.
It's just...
..a thing of mine.
I've been a nurse since 1914.
I worked in a field hospital
during the Battle of the Marne.
In seven days, there were
250,000 French casualties.
You can't imagine.
I-I...think I remember reading
something about that somewhere.
Then I moved back to France
in 1944.
My fiancé at the time
was a Canadian army officer.
- I was a nursing sister.
- What happened to him?
He saw combat in the Ardennes
during the Battle of the Bulge.
PTSD.
We drifted apart.
You do like soldier boys.
And the war machine.
Staying that close
to the meat grinder,
you must have had an endless
supply of blood and guts,
one great big buffet.
That's not
why I became a combat nurse.
- It was a way for me to atone.
- For what?
All the innocent lives I took
feeding in the world
when I was a young upir.
I had an epiphany,
and...and ever since...
Oh, please tell me
you're not one of those...
..self-loathing vegan vampires.
Not at all, but I think there is
a more humane way to feed.
The fat man in a restaurant
does not feel the need
to atone for his pork chop.
And that's the last time
I ever saw my father.
You see, darkness for me...
..washes away
all the bad things.
They messed with your head
real good, buddy,
'Cause that is some
fucked-up shit.
He was a...
a beautiful boy, strong.
He had sweet eyes,
blue as robins' eggs,
smelled like hay,
and he was always laughing.
We were children -
babies, really.
Grown-ups would never let us
be together, of course,
a stable boy.
We were gonna run away,
your father and I.
- Where to?
- The Greek islands.
I mean, we didn't even know
where Bucharest was,
let alone Greece, but...
that was our grand scheme.
We'd wait for the warm weather,
and then...
..we'd steal away
in the middle of the night.
- Very romantic.
- Mmm.
He was gonna be a fisherman.
And you?
A fisherman's wife, I guess.
When I found out
I was pregnant with you,
I...I told him
we needed to leave sooner -
you know,
before I started showing.
So he told me he was going
to the next village
to steal a plough horse.
That was...
the last I saw of him.
You must have been heartbroken.
I cried and cried.
I loved him.
I missed him.
Hated him.
Loved him again.
And by the time I delivered,
I was just...
..angry.
I mean, I'm grateful to him,
though.
He taught me a valuable lesson.
Men leave.
- Not all men.
- All men.
It's what they do.
I mean, even your Tod.
Maybe not at the time or
in the manner of his choosing,
but...here you are alone.
I know you have
your faith or whatever
and you think
he's somewhere...
..perfect, whole and...
Complete. Yeah.
But he's not here.
But he is, in here.
Just because I can't see him...
Or smell him or touch him
or fuck him.
All you can do is be angry.
Angry, you can do alone.
Scrounged up some...bronzing
and defining...
sculpting fixative powder
and lipstick.
Can I ask you something
that stays here?
First date?
Pretty obvious, I guess.
Don't trip.
It's like going somewhere
by yourself,
only with another person
hanging around.
You know, I've graf-bombed faces
on plenty of buildings.
If you want,
I can see what I can do.
Thanks.
You'd be at it for days.
It would take
a lot of spackle, modelling clay
and a hot glue gun
to renovate this facade.
If Aitor wants to take me
to the movies or...whatever,
it's gonna have to be as is.
They pulled you out of me, and
then...and they took you away.
They wouldn't let me hold you
or...or...or even look at you.
I was...punished just for asking
where you'd been sent.
I would lie awake at night
wondering...
..where you were,
what...your life was like.
Did you ever
come looking for me?
Records being
the way they were in those days,
there was no way
I could find you.
But did you ever look for me?
I...I always thought about you
on your birthday.
And on Christmas Day.
You had money.
Did you hire someone
to track me down?
It's not a hard question.
No.
And you sh...you should be
thankful for that.
I'm not the world's best mom.
I have two other children
who will tell you as much.
We're not very close.
And I...I take responsibility
for that.
But I...I've learned
from my mistakes, and I...
..I want things
to be different with us.
We've been honest
with each other.
We're different people
who look at the world
differently.
But I want us to look past
those differences,
past the mistakes I made,
past the circumstances
that separated us.
And I want us to find the things
that draw us closer together.
Will you do that with me?
Yes.
Oh, my firstborn.
I've found you.
What's he doing?
- Did he spot us?
- Hell if I know.
Right here.
Turn here.
Something you boys
curious about?
Might want to ask
instead of skulking around
like a couple of junior G men.
Don't think I need to ask.
I already know the answer.
You were just on your way
to meet with Olivia just now,
like you've been doing
all along.
If your issue is do I have
other clients that I work for,
you don't pay me enough
to buy my exclusivity.
How is she paying you? Huh?
I know for a fact
that she's broke
since I'm the one
who cut her off.
Taking it out in trade?
Now you're asking questions
I can't answer.
You might want to powwow
with the, uh,
hippie fortune teller chick -
great tits, nice ass.
Oh!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Easy, easy.
What the fuck?
You trying to kill the guy?
Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.
The fuck's wrong with you?
What the fuck was that, Peter?
Huh?
What's going on with you?
Andreas was executed
by the Croatian Mob last night.
He made a porno
starring him and...
..one of the shot-caller's
girls.
Then I handed him over to
the Croatians to make the peace.
Seven of our people got killed
on account of what he did.
And he knew it. He knew it.
But he was gonna go to war,
and he was gonna have
more innocent people killed.
I had to put him down
before more innocent blood
was spilled, OK?
I didn't have a choice.
I didn't have a choice. I swear.
But does that piece of shit
go to his grave taking...
..taking the mess
that he made with him?
No, that'd be too easy.
I mean, what am I supposed to do
with the dead body?
Stop.
He should be in there.
I'll call Pryce,
give him a heads-up.
About... About what?
Getting rid of this.
No.
No, Andreas has to have
a funeral.
Destiny needs closure.
To mourn her dead.
That's a bad idea, Peter.
A corpse turns up
and police will be all over it.
You don't want
that kind of exposure.
No.
Your call.
Come on.
Let's get him.
Hello?
Detective Zach Israel, Erie PD.
Who am I speaking with?
May I ask
what this is regarding?
Yeah, I'm...
I'm returning a call
made from this number
to a Merrill Samis.
I don't know who that is.
So you're not aware
that he's deceased?
- No. I'm sorry to hear that.
- You called him three times.
Oh, right. Um...
Actually, I...
I was returning a call.
He...he must have called me
by mistake.
Three callbacks
to a number dialled by mistake -
that's pretty tenacious.
How about the words
'Helmet smorgasbord'?
- Does that mean anything to you?
- Uh... Doesn't ring a bell.
Well, you see, I'm asking
because these deaths
are homicides.
Listen.
I was just returning a call.
What it was about,
I wouldn't want to speculate.
Well... If you think of anything
that might shed some light...
I'll be in touch.
Manager said they were shipped
the wrong print by mistake,
so they're showing this
instead of 'Piranha II'.
So we'll watch this.
Well, it's unfortunate.
I think you'd really enjoy
'Piranha II'.
It foreshadows
many of the themes
James Cameron explores
in his later work.
Oh.
The trope
of the female protagonist
as a canary in a coalmine
warning of the impending doom
makes its debut in 'Piranha II'.
If you want,
we can ask for our money back
and go see 'Piranha II'
another time.
No, no.
The movie doesn't matter.
I'm mostly interested
in spending time with you
and get to know each other
better.
- I'd like that too.
- Oh, come on.
What if he's telling the truth?
It's possible.
You ever heard of
the Anthropocene extinction?
No.
It's the end of life
on this planet as we know it
on account of man - that's what
'Anthropocene' means.
It's happening as we speak.
Oh.
'Piranha II'
is an early manifesto
bearing witness
to the ecological destruction
caused by man's interference
in the natural order,
symbolised in the film
by genetically engineered
flying carnivorous grunions.
Oh.
It's also a romance.
Think this is OK?
Except for
the surveillance cameras
we won't know about
until the cops come knocking?
Sure.
On three.
One...two...three.
Oh, shit.
I better call in a tip to 911,
so he's not out here
too long.
I'll do it.
You need to stay as
far away from this as you can.
Thank you.
Come on. We got to go.
Come on, Peter.
We got to get out of here.
The warrior mother's journey
takes her into the dark realm -
in this case, the sunken ship -
to confront death
and returns
enlightened and empowered.
Classic monomyth stuff.
Aitor, you are
a really interesting guy
with a lot of really interesting
things to say.
But I should shut up
and let you watch this movie.
It's pretty good, actually.
I talk a blue streak
when I get nervous.
You're nervous? I thought...
You mean, "Hey, everybody,
I got nervous over here.
"Who does nervous belong to?"
I invariably find out
nervous belongs to me.
What are you nervous about?
A lot of things.
Mostly getting close to people.
I understand.
Do I make you nervous?
No.
But there is
the whole issue of...
..comportment regarding a...
first kiss situation
presenting itself, should we...
continue down this path,
which...
..objectively speaking,
is completely terrifying.
First...kiss?
See? I already ruined it.
Forget I said anything.
You want to kiss me?
Not if you don't want me to.
See, this is where I struggle,
in that grey zone
of getting close to someone,
knowing or not knowing
when it's appropriate
or not appropriate,
as the case may...
I'd be fine with it...I think.
Though maybe
it would be better
if we just called it
our second kiss.
That's your job?
You're a field inspector.
Well, maybe I should
find me some other kind of work.
Because it ain't like
the old days.
It's bad, dangerous and ugly
down there, Kelly.
Would you believe the other day,
I saw a rat this big?
- Are you through?
- No, I mean it!
I was worried when I didn't
hear back, but, um...
- Are you OK?
- I'm good.
You've hurt yourself.
- Here, let me see.
- Really. I'm fine.
You know what? You need
a stiff drink and a good meal.
There's this little bistro
in Sewickley
I've been meaning to try.
I really can't.
Well, I suppose we could
stay here and order pizza
like a couple of teenagers.
Roman fired me.
That pissy little prick.
No, trust me. Not working
for your son is a good thing.
I've been doing some digging,
and...
..the stuff I'm coming up with
is about as bad as it gets.
Forget about Roman.
I want to tell you all about
my afternoon with Annie.
I...I keep a fishing boat
down in the Florida Keys.
I think I should go spend
some quality time on board,
far, far away from here.
What are you saying?
If I leave now,
ahead of rush hour,
I can...get there
by sunset tomorrow.
What about Shelley?
I got a buddy of mine
checking in on that.
That guy she's with, turns out,
has some priors.
So that's all in FedEx.
You need to help me
find my granddaughter.
I hate to say it,
but you know as well as anyone,
I'm turning up nothing
on that.
And Roman - I mean,
you know what he's capable of.
Imagine how I feel.
You can't go.
My car is packed.
I'm checked out of my place.
And us?
Just really...
beginning to know one another.
For whatever reason,
you and I really seem to click.
You seem to understand me.
Most men...don't.
I've enjoyed
working with you too.
And we'll definitely
stay in touch.
You should plan a trip.
Get you out on the boat.
Gulf Stream's
just a couple miles offshore.
There's a marlin out there with
your name on it. No question.
You have to stay
in Hemlock Grove.
I...I need you here with me.
Come here.
Don't leave.
We'll see each other soon.
What do I have to do
to make you stay?
Most people think
the world's gonna end
in a ball of fire
or a blinding flash and a...
..giant mushroom cloud.
Personally, I think Armageddon's
happening all around us,
in slow motion.
"This is the way the world ends,
not with a bang but a whimper"?
Yep.
Does it depress you?
Well, February depresses me.
Armageddon, I'm OK with.
I mean...
What are you gonna do?
- Hey, look. From the video.
- Hey, it's Frankenstein.
- Sad.
- In the flesh.
- A lot of flesh, bro.
- Shut the hell up and show her.
Hey. That's you.
Cool.
- Sick.
- Yeah. Awesome.
- On fire.
- You're on YouTube.
4,000 hits so far.
And Rich Girl just picked it up
on their blog.
You're gonna be a star.
So cool.
Told you guys.
Come on. Let's go.
911.
What's your emergency?
There's a man
on the sidewalk passed out.
I don't think he's breathing.
What's the address?
The Nestor building
on Hope Road.
- I don't know the number.
- Paramedics are on their way.
- Is the man injured?
- All I know is he won't wake up.
"Hello. My name is Johann.
I am a scientist.
"I know a great deal about
the building blocks of life.
"I know next to nothing
about...
"..how to live it...
"..even in part,
"let alone in full.
"I'm 48 years old,
and the time has come
"for me to step into the light.
"I know this is a journey
I must make on my own.
"Perhaps along the way, I...
".. will find a friend
"who can show me where
the wall switch is hiding."
I figured there had to be
some sort of mistake,
so I went to the morgue.
I'm so sorry.
♪ I am a feeling
♪ Born without reason
♪ Lost by myself
♪ In the night, I'm a gambler
♪ Cold-hearted rambler
♪ Lost by myself
♪ Oh, what a feeling
♪ Time is an old friend
who will not call ahead
♪ He is always the voice in my head. ♪