Hemlock Grove (2013–2015): Season 3, Episode 6 - Episode #3.6 - full transcript
No-one?
You can't think of anyone
who may have had issues
with your fiancé?
- She's already told you.
- I asked her.
Andreas had
a criminal record.
You yourself have two priors
for prostitution.
What difference does that make?
I thought it was a mugging.
No, the calibre of the firearm used,
the location of
the entrance wound
and the body being moved
post-mortem
all indicate to us that
this was a professional job.
What kind of jackpot
was he in, Destiny?
I don't know.
This could go very badly for you
if you know something
you're not telling us.
What the fuck's wrong with you?
Threatening her after she's...
You need to cool off, pal.
Look, we all want to catch
whoever did this.
But right now we have a funeral
to get ready for.
We can pick this up
another time.
If you think of anything
in the meanwhile, call me.
Sorry for your loss.
The car is going to
pick you up at noon, OK?
And I, uh...I picked out a poem
from that Rumi guy
that you like,
so maybe Sophia can read it.
Destiny...
Nik and Bajram.
Yeah?
They were his best friends.
Why haven't they stopped by?
Miss me?
Holy shit!
We're, like, two away.
- Play it again, play it again.
- Yeah, yeah.
Uh-oh.
500,000 views.
- I can't believe this.
- And the Tubey goes to...
All I did was fall down.
This is cool and all,
but we gotta monetise this.
Movie rights, spin-offs,
talk shows, merchandising.
- We're talking bank.
- Hey, Shelley.
- Something just happened
in your room. -What?
I don't know, but you better
come check it out.
You did this?
Well, it was a paint eater,
but Aitor fronted me
some extra cannons of Rust-O
'cause I ain't about
no toy shit.
Course you're not.
So, you like it?
I love it.
Made it down to the Keys
in record time.
Checked out my boat.
You oughta see it.
30-footer, twin Mercs,
a walk-through
to the swim platform.
I hosed off the pelican shit,
turned around and came back.
Why?
My ex used to tell me
that I should see a therapist.
I have a habit of fucking up
the good things in my life.
Took off when you asked
for my help.
So now what?
Well, I'm here to do
what needs to be done,
only I gotta get paid.
And the Roman Godfrey
gravy rain has been derailed.
They owe you any back pay?
Any other clients?
Nada.
I guess I could always start
selling my blood.
No, no, no.
That would be a sinful waste.
Isaac and Olivia's
lemonade stand?
I have a better idea.
I'm not asking you to say
a eulogy.
I'm asking you to get
your stories straight
and show up to the funeral
for Destiny's sake.
- Fuck that.
- No fucking way.
The price she pays for getting
engaged to a rat bastard.
If nobody comes,
she'll know something's wrong.
- So?
- So?
You know what she's like,
you know what she can do.
If she gets suspicious,
she will not drop this, ever.
A psychic who didn't have a clue
her fiancé was fucking
every Croat cooze
in the greater Pottstown area.
I'm not exactly
terrified by her powers.
It doesn't take a clairvoyant to
know something's wrong if you...
Our hands are clean!
So I don't give a jumping fuck
what she turns up.
Bajram?
Sophia and Destiny are close.
Gonna let her go
to the funeral alone?
Do not bring our families
into this, Peter.
This is done.
Cabrón. This is una casa grande.
Oh, I knew you were rich,
but, shit.
Actually, I was born rich,
then got really poor,
and then I got really rich,
and then poor again.
Yeah, that's just like me
except without the rich parts.
My family.
- Who is it?
- Shh.
He takes care
of the place.
Missed opportunity.
Peeing outdoors is one of the
great pleasures in a man's life.
Shh.
If he catches us trespassing,
he'll call the police.
Shh, shh, shh. Shh.
We need to talk.
About your mother
slipping me information?
Yes, Roman.
I need to apologise for that.
- Yeah. Why the fuck...
- She was blackmailing me.
And, quite frankly,
I was not thinking clearly.
There were some...emotional
issues I needed to address.
- You should have told me.
- Without question.
But you, Roman, also should have
been sharing with me.
From the very start.
I understand your instincts -
she's your baby after all -
but from now on
we need to work together.
Well, we gotta do something.
She's never gonna stop.
Actually, we don't
have to do anything
because she is going to stop.
Your mother has the LoPS cancer.
She's getting sicker every day.
She will deteriorate
and become hideous.
A monster, really,
or...or more of one.
Judging from the neural plaque
we observed during that autopsy,
her mind will be the first
to go, precipitously,
and the pain...
Let's just say
death will be a relief for her.
- How long?
- A month.
Less.
This disease is Terra nova
for everyone.
- That's one less problem.
- Eventually.
But if you prefer your organs
on the inside of your body,
I would suggest
that you steer clear
as the disease moves into
its final stages.
She's already begun hunting
your kind.
Why is no-one here?
People are here.
It was just short notice.
Where are his friends?
Are you ready?
Andreas was a dreamer.
His dream was to make everyone
around him happy...
..especially Destiny...
..who he loved very much.
In their short time together,
he looked after her
and she looked after him.
And all he wanted
was to look after her
for the rest of their lives.
Andreas...
..you were my friend.
You were going to be my family.
I'm so sorry to see you go.
So you just keep pounding
till your hand gets sore
and just when you think
you can't pound anymore,
it goes soft, melts in your
mouth with a sweet, salty taste.
Not in this mouth.
You're gonna change your mind
once you've chowed down on mine
'cause my conch fritters
are the toast of Duval Street.
Hey, what you staring at?
Got a problem with a brown man
kicking it with a white lady?
Didn't think so.
Would you relax?
You're imagining things.
- Why was he staring?
- Because I'm not wearing a bra.
Something wrong?
I mean, with us -
did I do something?
No. I have to work
some things out.
We're gonna get through this.
Um...
Andreas really wanted
to have kids.
He never stopped talking about
the babies.
But...um...kids can be
a real pain, though, too.
He died a hero.
Never forget that.
What do you mean,
he died a hero?
Just that in...the sense
that he was good...
..man - he was a good man.
In a heroic way.
Good... ..man.
It must be beautiful.
It's not about village.
It's about sense of history.
Excuse me.
Hey. Everything alright?
I want to be alone with Andreas.
Ugh!
Please...don't do this.
I'll pay you,
I'll give you whatever.
Task - pause, read back.
Task - search all mentions
of Dr Deutsch.
33 mentions.
- Shall I read them all?
- No.
Task - search state licensing
registries 1946 to present
for 'Auschlander',
first initial 'R',
physician or research scientist.
I have found
a Richard Auschlander. Retired 1993.
Current address 67 Maple Drive,
Bloomfield Hills, Michigan.
Story time. It's lunch.
- We want a story.
- Yeah, man.
Yeah, man. Let's hear something.
Then a story you shall have.
A story about...loving.
There was a boy who fell deeply,
passionately in love
with a girl.
Certain natural processes
took place...
..and she found herself
with child and yearned to marry.
But the year was 1959
and they lived
in the state of Virginia
where it was against the law.
He was white and she was black.
So they went up
to our nation's capital
to make her an honest woman.
When they returned,
they were arrested
because they were married.
They were loving.
Did they fight it?
To the Supreme Court, June 1967.
They won.
That's why no-one can tell us
who to marry today
because of loving -
Mildred and Richard Loving.
True story.
Eight years later,
a drunk driver hit their car.
Richard was killed,
Mildred lost an eye.
She never remarried.
I've spent a good deal of time
on my own...
..separate and apart...
..wondering if I was someone
worth loving.
I'm pretty sure most of us felt
that way at one time or another.
Then the other day
it occurred to me,
maybe I'm the one
who needs to do the loving.
And you know what?
I haven't felt alone,
separate or apart since.
Hey.
Beautiful service.
Very moving.
I saw you speaking to Destiny
in the receiving line.
Oh, yeah.
I never know what to say.
You know, death being what it is
and so forth.
"Oh, he's in a better place"
seems overused.
I spoke to her
and she told me what you said.
Seemed to really land with her.
- In a good way.
- Yeah?
Oh, well... Well, that's...
That's great.
To be honest,
I was a little worried.
Yeah? About what?
Eh, you know, just what I said.
Really? It sounded good.
Which part?
Shit.
Look, man,
I really don't have time...
What did you tell her?
I don't know.
Just that he was a hero.
- A hero?
- Yeah. I don't know.
Something... That he died
a hero. That's it. That's it.
We've been saying
that we don't know anything.
- Now because of you,
she knows we're lying. -Shit.
- I'm sorry.
- Oh. You're sorry?
- Like that fucking matters now?!
- Alright, I'll fix it.
- How? -I...I don't know. Just...
Alright, give me a minute.
- I'll think of something.
- No, no. You don't do anything.
You don't talk to anyone,
you don't do anything.
Just...just don't.
I don't know why
I'm poring over these files
because nothing in them
is going to help us find
your granddaughter...unless...
Where's...where's the pendant?
Chango. I left it right there.
I don't know.
Well, you saw me put it down
there, right?
- I don't remember exactly.
- I remember.
I...I left it right there.
Oh, God. Somebody broke in.
I don't see any signs
of forced entry.
I am not imagining this!
- Did you give anyone a key?
- No.
Your daughter,
the guy that she's with.
Isaac, I changed the locks.
It's gotta be around here
someplace.
I'll be right back.
Hello, Dr Deutsch.
Who...who are you?
For our purposes, a man who just
injected naloxone into your IV.
Hence, the immediate
withdrawal reaction
and the resurgent pain caused
by your underlying condition,
end-stage diabetes
with gangrene of the lower
extremities, I gather.
I apologise
for the inconvenience,
but we need to talk.
Who's Dr Deutsch?
- I'm Richard Auschlander.
- Of course you are.
When you were in Deutschland,
you were Deutsch,
but now you are in Ausland,
so you are an Auslander.
It's clever.
I'm surprised you managed
to slip a pun by the OSS.
What do you want?
I don't care about your service
with Der Führer.
After all, we're both
accomplished in our fields
and understand that scientific
inquiry knows no partisanship.
I need to find
one of our colleagues.
You worked with him
in Plum Island after the war
and knew him as Ryan Dunbrack.
I don't remember.
Then let me clear your mind.
I hope you like roses.
Please, Roman, don't do this...
I don't know exactly why
you're pulling away,
but I'm not gonna let you.
What happened to that security
guard, that is not who I am.
I was just trying
to protect you.
- And however many Hail Marys I
have to say to... -
You two know each other?
Y...you know each other?
This is my mother. This is who
I was warning you about.
Annie, Ochoa.
You don't have a life so
you're rooting around in mine.
It's fucking pathetic.
First Letha, now her?
You're quite the stickman,
fucking two of your sisters.
Only you can't put this one
on me.
I haven't seen him
in 60 years.
His interests, hobbies,
personal history,
aliases,
locations he frequented.
There was a town
in western Pennsylvania...
Hemlock Grove. What for?
I have no idea,
other than he was as obsessed
with the place
as he was about
the research he was doing.
What kind of research?
Weaponising an aggressive
neoplasm he'd isolated.
- In rats.
- Yes.
What else was he working on?
Something about estuaries
and water temperature,
non-carbon morphology.
For what purpose?
I have no idea.
Don't you find it
counterintuitive
that necrotic tissue
retains such a high degree
of nerve function?
Uh! Ahh!
I swear.
I asked to see his data.
I thought it...
it might be relevant
to the work I was doing
with Von Verschuer,
and he refused.
The twin experiments.
You're from Birkenau.
Children.
You experimented on children.
Children.
They were going to be dead soon
anyway,
and we gave them a better life
in the meantime - food.
You infected them
so you could watch them die.
You cut off their limbs
without anaesthesia,
removed their sexual organs.
- I was a scientist.
- A scientist?!
You're a butcher.
What...what are you doing?
What does it matter?
You're going to be dead soon,
anyway.
It's good
you're eating again.
It's not like I have to
worry about
fitting into a wedding dress.
You let me worry about getting
your money back, by the way.
Thank you.
I could use some
right about now.
You guys seem like
you're doing OK.
New flat screen, Lexus.
Did Bajram hit the jackpot?
He generally stays away
from talking about business.
Sounds like Andreas.
Me and Baj,
it's all don't ask, don't tell.
Still, you hear things, though,
right?
If I got money coming to me
from his share of whatever,
it would help if I knew
what they were up to.
Something with the Croats
up in Pottstown.
That's all I know.
And you didn't hear it from me.
Oh, Shelley.
Oh!
I've missed you so much.
Hey. Where'd you go?
- Are you OK?
- Where'd you find this?
I didn't. I didn't even notice
it until you pointed it out.
It was you - it was you
this whole time
playing tricks on me,
gaslighting me.
- I don't even know what that
means. -Do not fuck with me!
Listen to me,
I can't help noticing
that something's going on
with you.
Whatever it is,
I just want to help.
I've got cancer.
It's in my body.
It's probably in my brain.
It's all over my skin.
That's why the guy downstairs
was staring at me.
I'm losing it. I'm so scared.
Show me.
Show me what scares you.
You don't want to see that.
Try me.
Does it hurt?
Just to look at.
My turn.
Ouch.
Compound fracture of the radius.
Bone was sticking
right through the skin.
Three broken ribs,
and you can't see it
but cracked my skull open too.
My God, what happened?
Work related.
Dispute with a client, actually.
And what happened to the client?
I let him live.
I noticed that about you.
You have kind eyes.
I get that a lot.
Do you, now?
Don't worry.
Momma's gonna make it
all better.
That is a no-no.
Ladies first.
So, I'm gonna come by
every morning
after I drop off Charlie.
- You really don't have to do
that. -Well, I'm gonna.
- We're gonna get through this.
- I'm already doing better.
'Bye.
- I'll get you some sheets.
- I'm not sure I'm going to stay.
I just want to talk about
some stuff.
No, no.
Of course you're staying.
She'll have to call the cops
before I give you back.
I'm not talking about
going back to Mom's.
I left there a week ago.
You never told me.
- Uh, I don't know...I was...
- She never told me.
She fucking lost you
and she didn't tell me.
Mom didn't lose me,
I left on my own.
- Fucking cunt!
- Don't say that.
- I hate that word.
- You're defending her?
I'm not. I'm...I'm just
telling you what happened.
You have no idea -
you have no fucking idea
what she is and what she's done.
I would fucking kill her,
except she'll be rotting in hell
soon enough.
What do you mean?
She'll be out of our lives
for good.
Why? Where is she going?
Is she sick?
Yessiree. As good as dead.
- Oh, my God.
- Come on, Shelley.
The shit that she did to you...
Jesus.
She fucked you up worse than
what you look at in the mirror.
What are you saying? I'm ugly?
- No, that's not what I meant.
- Why are you talking like this?
Because it's the fucking truth!
OK?
You can hide in your pretty
poems all you want,
but in the real world
people fuck each other over.
They shit all over you.
And if you're less shit on
and less fucked over,
maybe you win.
That's why I've done
everything I can -
everything I can to protect you
from that...
..death cunt.
I wanted advice
from someone I trusted.
This I could get from Mom.
I made a mistake coming here.
No, Shelley.
You're not leaving.
You don't get to tell me
what I can do.
Neither does she.
Now, out of my way.
Blinsky,
research project.
Amphibious breeding
in estuarine environments.
Of course. And what specifically
about that topic?
Everything - I want every study
done since 1946 summarised,
plus, the names of
all the scientists involved,
living or dead.
Oh, and anything you can find
on sulfur-based life forms.
Also...
I want you to know
that I'm done with this.
- You're quitting artificial stimulants?
- Responsibly.
I've devised a detailed program
to wean myself
by gradually titrating down
the dosages,
thus avoiding the ravages
of abrupt withdrawal.
May I say, sir, how pleased I am
that you are saying yes
to a clean and sober life.
There are no answers
in those pills, sir.
Only pain and heartache
for you and for those...
Blinsky.
I can finish the research
by the end of the week.
- Tomorrow.
- Tomorrow?
First thing.
Thank you, Blinsky.
Oh, God.
Another one?
Haven't seen you in here before.
Good to know someone's keeping
track of where I've never been.
We don't get a lot of outsiders
coming through here.
- That's the scoop.
- Really?
Where would you be getting
this scoop?
- Around.
- And your interest being?
Exploring my Croatian roots.
I hear a lot of bad boys
come in here.
I love me some bad boys,
especially when
they're my people.
Well, you found the right place.
Stick around.
If the sun decided to be
a graffiti artist
instead of the centre
of the solar system,
I imagine it'd paint
something like this.
Hard to understand
why it's against the law
to make something so beautiful.
I thought
maybe I scared you away.
I scared myself.
You OK?
I guess I was just
wandering around,
looking for some answers.
Did you find any?
Not really.
Nothing that sounded
like the truth, anyway.
The truth.
There's an endangered species.
But if you're searching
for truth,
you need a lantern.
Like Diogenes.
Ever heard of Diogenes?
Tell me about him.
We begin our story back in the days
of Alexander the Great.
Diogenes of Sinope,
who was to become
one of the greatest philosophers
of the ancient world,
begged for a living
and often slept in a large
ceramic jar in the marketplace.
No luck finding Mr Wrong?
Uh, he probably would have
left me broken-hearted
and pregnant, anyway.
Trust me, you dodged a bullet.
Get us the usual table,
alright?
OK, time to have a little fun,
hey, girls?
It's Peter.
Leave a message.
Peter. Peter, he's here.
The guy who killed Andreas
is here.
Uh, at a restaurant
in Little Zagreb in Pottstown.
Please, can you bring the guys?
Come. Hurry, please.
Hey.
I'm leaving town.
The road out of here
is that way.
OK. Um, I want to explain first.
I owe it to you. Roman...please.
I came here
looking for my mother.
And I heard about you,
so I tracked you down.
And when I saw you, I thought
you were probably, like me,
born with the caul.
I had to be certain.
Well, you got your answer.
And you had a million
opportunities to tell me
what was up - you didn't.
I know. I kept waiting
for the right time.
- At the blood bank, I wasn't
thinking straight. -Bullshit!
You picked me up at a bar
wearing a little black
fuck-me dress.
Couldn't tear your eyes away
from me getting my dick sucked.
- Then you followed me home.
- OK, yeah.
My feelings for you
are complicated, yes.
Seems pretty fucking
straightforward to me.
Or was that all just
a part of your grieving process
for your dead husband and kid?
Whatever happened
between you and Letha
and then losing her like that,
and now Nadia...
..I guess I thought you,
of all people,
might find it in your heart
to forgive me.
Forgive you for what?
Being so thoughtless
and selfish.
Please...Roman, I'm sorry.
Is that it?
Is that your apology?
From the bottom of my heart,
please believe me.
I mean, look at me.
I'm begging you...
Enough!
My strong sense is begging.
It's not what your mouth
does best.
The way you talk about
our mother, her cruelty,
is that where you get yours?
It's a shame.
It's a shame...
It's a shame you're my sister
'cause that was
some damn fine pussy.
Is that what you want?
Is that what it takes to earn
your forgiveness?
- Letting you fuck me?
- It's a place to start.
You arrogant, fucking prick!
Arrgh!
See you boys again
tomorrow.
- 'Night.
- 'Bye, bro.
Go wait in the car, alright?
- Peter, it's him. It's him.
- Put it down.
Put the knife down. Let it go.
Let it... Put it down.
What the fuck?
- Get in the car. Now!
- No, Peter, no.
- You know him!
- No.
Yes, he looked right at you!
- Because you were going to knife
him. -He has Andreas's watch.
- What watch? -The watch
I gave him a few days ago.
You were gonna stab somebody
because of a watch
that could've been
one of 100 watches?
Why are you letting him
get away? I know it's him.
- You're not thinking right.
- I know it's him.
You were gonna get killed.
He could've killed you.
- I can't lose you!
- I know it's him.
So we get some of the guys
to do something. Call the cops.
Fucking do something, Peter!
I know it's him. I know.
- You have to drop it. OK?
- We have to do something.
Drop it.
Expect lows
in the mid-20s overnight.
Now we have some breaking news.
We've just received
news of another murder
in Hemlock Grove.
Daniel Garcia, 59, has been
found brutally murdered
in the mansion
that was once the home
of industrialist J.R. Godfrey.
Isaac?
Mr Garcia was a property
manager on the estate...
If you change your mind,
you can chow down on mine...
..'cause my conch fritters
are the toast of Duval Street.
What you staring at?
Got a problem with a brown man
kicking it with a white lady?
Actually, I was born rich,
then got really poor,
and then got really rich
and then poor again.
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
He can hear us.
Ahh!
What do I have to do
to make you stay?
We'll see each other soon.
Arrgh!
Arrgh!
Ahh!
Ugh!
Ohh!
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?
You recognise the voice?
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.
It's not gonna get me.
It's...it's...
it's trying to take my mind.
No. No, no, no.
No, no, no fucking way.
I am not the fucking disease!
It's not going to kill me.
What you were gonna do
to Shelley,
you're gonna do for me -
a body.
A body. A body.
You're gonna stick me in it.
No cancer, no fucking disease.
I don't give a shit
how you do it, but you will.
Or you'll end up in my closet...
..like that other motherfucker.
You can't think of anyone
who may have had issues
with your fiancé?
- She's already told you.
- I asked her.
Andreas had
a criminal record.
You yourself have two priors
for prostitution.
What difference does that make?
I thought it was a mugging.
No, the calibre of the firearm used,
the location of
the entrance wound
and the body being moved
post-mortem
all indicate to us that
this was a professional job.
What kind of jackpot
was he in, Destiny?
I don't know.
This could go very badly for you
if you know something
you're not telling us.
What the fuck's wrong with you?
Threatening her after she's...
You need to cool off, pal.
Look, we all want to catch
whoever did this.
But right now we have a funeral
to get ready for.
We can pick this up
another time.
If you think of anything
in the meanwhile, call me.
Sorry for your loss.
The car is going to
pick you up at noon, OK?
And I, uh...I picked out a poem
from that Rumi guy
that you like,
so maybe Sophia can read it.
Destiny...
Nik and Bajram.
Yeah?
They were his best friends.
Why haven't they stopped by?
Miss me?
Holy shit!
We're, like, two away.
- Play it again, play it again.
- Yeah, yeah.
Uh-oh.
500,000 views.
- I can't believe this.
- And the Tubey goes to...
All I did was fall down.
This is cool and all,
but we gotta monetise this.
Movie rights, spin-offs,
talk shows, merchandising.
- We're talking bank.
- Hey, Shelley.
- Something just happened
in your room. -What?
I don't know, but you better
come check it out.
You did this?
Well, it was a paint eater,
but Aitor fronted me
some extra cannons of Rust-O
'cause I ain't about
no toy shit.
Course you're not.
So, you like it?
I love it.
Made it down to the Keys
in record time.
Checked out my boat.
You oughta see it.
30-footer, twin Mercs,
a walk-through
to the swim platform.
I hosed off the pelican shit,
turned around and came back.
Why?
My ex used to tell me
that I should see a therapist.
I have a habit of fucking up
the good things in my life.
Took off when you asked
for my help.
So now what?
Well, I'm here to do
what needs to be done,
only I gotta get paid.
And the Roman Godfrey
gravy rain has been derailed.
They owe you any back pay?
Any other clients?
Nada.
I guess I could always start
selling my blood.
No, no, no.
That would be a sinful waste.
Isaac and Olivia's
lemonade stand?
I have a better idea.
I'm not asking you to say
a eulogy.
I'm asking you to get
your stories straight
and show up to the funeral
for Destiny's sake.
- Fuck that.
- No fucking way.
The price she pays for getting
engaged to a rat bastard.
If nobody comes,
she'll know something's wrong.
- So?
- So?
You know what she's like,
you know what she can do.
If she gets suspicious,
she will not drop this, ever.
A psychic who didn't have a clue
her fiancé was fucking
every Croat cooze
in the greater Pottstown area.
I'm not exactly
terrified by her powers.
It doesn't take a clairvoyant to
know something's wrong if you...
Our hands are clean!
So I don't give a jumping fuck
what she turns up.
Bajram?
Sophia and Destiny are close.
Gonna let her go
to the funeral alone?
Do not bring our families
into this, Peter.
This is done.
Cabrón. This is una casa grande.
Oh, I knew you were rich,
but, shit.
Actually, I was born rich,
then got really poor,
and then I got really rich,
and then poor again.
Yeah, that's just like me
except without the rich parts.
My family.
- Who is it?
- Shh.
He takes care
of the place.
Missed opportunity.
Peeing outdoors is one of the
great pleasures in a man's life.
Shh.
If he catches us trespassing,
he'll call the police.
Shh, shh, shh. Shh.
We need to talk.
About your mother
slipping me information?
Yes, Roman.
I need to apologise for that.
- Yeah. Why the fuck...
- She was blackmailing me.
And, quite frankly,
I was not thinking clearly.
There were some...emotional
issues I needed to address.
- You should have told me.
- Without question.
But you, Roman, also should have
been sharing with me.
From the very start.
I understand your instincts -
she's your baby after all -
but from now on
we need to work together.
Well, we gotta do something.
She's never gonna stop.
Actually, we don't
have to do anything
because she is going to stop.
Your mother has the LoPS cancer.
She's getting sicker every day.
She will deteriorate
and become hideous.
A monster, really,
or...or more of one.
Judging from the neural plaque
we observed during that autopsy,
her mind will be the first
to go, precipitously,
and the pain...
Let's just say
death will be a relief for her.
- How long?
- A month.
Less.
This disease is Terra nova
for everyone.
- That's one less problem.
- Eventually.
But if you prefer your organs
on the inside of your body,
I would suggest
that you steer clear
as the disease moves into
its final stages.
She's already begun hunting
your kind.
Why is no-one here?
People are here.
It was just short notice.
Where are his friends?
Are you ready?
Andreas was a dreamer.
His dream was to make everyone
around him happy...
..especially Destiny...
..who he loved very much.
In their short time together,
he looked after her
and she looked after him.
And all he wanted
was to look after her
for the rest of their lives.
Andreas...
..you were my friend.
You were going to be my family.
I'm so sorry to see you go.
So you just keep pounding
till your hand gets sore
and just when you think
you can't pound anymore,
it goes soft, melts in your
mouth with a sweet, salty taste.
Not in this mouth.
You're gonna change your mind
once you've chowed down on mine
'cause my conch fritters
are the toast of Duval Street.
Hey, what you staring at?
Got a problem with a brown man
kicking it with a white lady?
Didn't think so.
Would you relax?
You're imagining things.
- Why was he staring?
- Because I'm not wearing a bra.
Something wrong?
I mean, with us -
did I do something?
No. I have to work
some things out.
We're gonna get through this.
Um...
Andreas really wanted
to have kids.
He never stopped talking about
the babies.
But...um...kids can be
a real pain, though, too.
He died a hero.
Never forget that.
What do you mean,
he died a hero?
Just that in...the sense
that he was good...
..man - he was a good man.
In a heroic way.
Good... ..man.
It must be beautiful.
It's not about village.
It's about sense of history.
Excuse me.
Hey. Everything alright?
I want to be alone with Andreas.
Ugh!
Please...don't do this.
I'll pay you,
I'll give you whatever.
Task - pause, read back.
Task - search all mentions
of Dr Deutsch.
33 mentions.
- Shall I read them all?
- No.
Task - search state licensing
registries 1946 to present
for 'Auschlander',
first initial 'R',
physician or research scientist.
I have found
a Richard Auschlander. Retired 1993.
Current address 67 Maple Drive,
Bloomfield Hills, Michigan.
Story time. It's lunch.
- We want a story.
- Yeah, man.
Yeah, man. Let's hear something.
Then a story you shall have.
A story about...loving.
There was a boy who fell deeply,
passionately in love
with a girl.
Certain natural processes
took place...
..and she found herself
with child and yearned to marry.
But the year was 1959
and they lived
in the state of Virginia
where it was against the law.
He was white and she was black.
So they went up
to our nation's capital
to make her an honest woman.
When they returned,
they were arrested
because they were married.
They were loving.
Did they fight it?
To the Supreme Court, June 1967.
They won.
That's why no-one can tell us
who to marry today
because of loving -
Mildred and Richard Loving.
True story.
Eight years later,
a drunk driver hit their car.
Richard was killed,
Mildred lost an eye.
She never remarried.
I've spent a good deal of time
on my own...
..separate and apart...
..wondering if I was someone
worth loving.
I'm pretty sure most of us felt
that way at one time or another.
Then the other day
it occurred to me,
maybe I'm the one
who needs to do the loving.
And you know what?
I haven't felt alone,
separate or apart since.
Hey.
Beautiful service.
Very moving.
I saw you speaking to Destiny
in the receiving line.
Oh, yeah.
I never know what to say.
You know, death being what it is
and so forth.
"Oh, he's in a better place"
seems overused.
I spoke to her
and she told me what you said.
Seemed to really land with her.
- In a good way.
- Yeah?
Oh, well... Well, that's...
That's great.
To be honest,
I was a little worried.
Yeah? About what?
Eh, you know, just what I said.
Really? It sounded good.
Which part?
Shit.
Look, man,
I really don't have time...
What did you tell her?
I don't know.
Just that he was a hero.
- A hero?
- Yeah. I don't know.
Something... That he died
a hero. That's it. That's it.
We've been saying
that we don't know anything.
- Now because of you,
she knows we're lying. -Shit.
- I'm sorry.
- Oh. You're sorry?
- Like that fucking matters now?!
- Alright, I'll fix it.
- How? -I...I don't know. Just...
Alright, give me a minute.
- I'll think of something.
- No, no. You don't do anything.
You don't talk to anyone,
you don't do anything.
Just...just don't.
I don't know why
I'm poring over these files
because nothing in them
is going to help us find
your granddaughter...unless...
Where's...where's the pendant?
Chango. I left it right there.
I don't know.
Well, you saw me put it down
there, right?
- I don't remember exactly.
- I remember.
I...I left it right there.
Oh, God. Somebody broke in.
I don't see any signs
of forced entry.
I am not imagining this!
- Did you give anyone a key?
- No.
Your daughter,
the guy that she's with.
Isaac, I changed the locks.
It's gotta be around here
someplace.
I'll be right back.
Hello, Dr Deutsch.
Who...who are you?
For our purposes, a man who just
injected naloxone into your IV.
Hence, the immediate
withdrawal reaction
and the resurgent pain caused
by your underlying condition,
end-stage diabetes
with gangrene of the lower
extremities, I gather.
I apologise
for the inconvenience,
but we need to talk.
Who's Dr Deutsch?
- I'm Richard Auschlander.
- Of course you are.
When you were in Deutschland,
you were Deutsch,
but now you are in Ausland,
so you are an Auslander.
It's clever.
I'm surprised you managed
to slip a pun by the OSS.
What do you want?
I don't care about your service
with Der Führer.
After all, we're both
accomplished in our fields
and understand that scientific
inquiry knows no partisanship.
I need to find
one of our colleagues.
You worked with him
in Plum Island after the war
and knew him as Ryan Dunbrack.
I don't remember.
Then let me clear your mind.
I hope you like roses.
Please, Roman, don't do this...
I don't know exactly why
you're pulling away,
but I'm not gonna let you.
What happened to that security
guard, that is not who I am.
I was just trying
to protect you.
- And however many Hail Marys I
have to say to... -
You two know each other?
Y...you know each other?
This is my mother. This is who
I was warning you about.
Annie, Ochoa.
You don't have a life so
you're rooting around in mine.
It's fucking pathetic.
First Letha, now her?
You're quite the stickman,
fucking two of your sisters.
Only you can't put this one
on me.
I haven't seen him
in 60 years.
His interests, hobbies,
personal history,
aliases,
locations he frequented.
There was a town
in western Pennsylvania...
Hemlock Grove. What for?
I have no idea,
other than he was as obsessed
with the place
as he was about
the research he was doing.
What kind of research?
Weaponising an aggressive
neoplasm he'd isolated.
- In rats.
- Yes.
What else was he working on?
Something about estuaries
and water temperature,
non-carbon morphology.
For what purpose?
I have no idea.
Don't you find it
counterintuitive
that necrotic tissue
retains such a high degree
of nerve function?
Uh! Ahh!
I swear.
I asked to see his data.
I thought it...
it might be relevant
to the work I was doing
with Von Verschuer,
and he refused.
The twin experiments.
You're from Birkenau.
Children.
You experimented on children.
Children.
They were going to be dead soon
anyway,
and we gave them a better life
in the meantime - food.
You infected them
so you could watch them die.
You cut off their limbs
without anaesthesia,
removed their sexual organs.
- I was a scientist.
- A scientist?!
You're a butcher.
What...what are you doing?
What does it matter?
You're going to be dead soon,
anyway.
It's good
you're eating again.
It's not like I have to
worry about
fitting into a wedding dress.
You let me worry about getting
your money back, by the way.
Thank you.
I could use some
right about now.
You guys seem like
you're doing OK.
New flat screen, Lexus.
Did Bajram hit the jackpot?
He generally stays away
from talking about business.
Sounds like Andreas.
Me and Baj,
it's all don't ask, don't tell.
Still, you hear things, though,
right?
If I got money coming to me
from his share of whatever,
it would help if I knew
what they were up to.
Something with the Croats
up in Pottstown.
That's all I know.
And you didn't hear it from me.
Oh, Shelley.
Oh!
I've missed you so much.
Hey. Where'd you go?
- Are you OK?
- Where'd you find this?
I didn't. I didn't even notice
it until you pointed it out.
It was you - it was you
this whole time
playing tricks on me,
gaslighting me.
- I don't even know what that
means. -Do not fuck with me!
Listen to me,
I can't help noticing
that something's going on
with you.
Whatever it is,
I just want to help.
I've got cancer.
It's in my body.
It's probably in my brain.
It's all over my skin.
That's why the guy downstairs
was staring at me.
I'm losing it. I'm so scared.
Show me.
Show me what scares you.
You don't want to see that.
Try me.
Does it hurt?
Just to look at.
My turn.
Ouch.
Compound fracture of the radius.
Bone was sticking
right through the skin.
Three broken ribs,
and you can't see it
but cracked my skull open too.
My God, what happened?
Work related.
Dispute with a client, actually.
And what happened to the client?
I let him live.
I noticed that about you.
You have kind eyes.
I get that a lot.
Do you, now?
Don't worry.
Momma's gonna make it
all better.
That is a no-no.
Ladies first.
So, I'm gonna come by
every morning
after I drop off Charlie.
- You really don't have to do
that. -Well, I'm gonna.
- We're gonna get through this.
- I'm already doing better.
'Bye.
- I'll get you some sheets.
- I'm not sure I'm going to stay.
I just want to talk about
some stuff.
No, no.
Of course you're staying.
She'll have to call the cops
before I give you back.
I'm not talking about
going back to Mom's.
I left there a week ago.
You never told me.
- Uh, I don't know...I was...
- She never told me.
She fucking lost you
and she didn't tell me.
Mom didn't lose me,
I left on my own.
- Fucking cunt!
- Don't say that.
- I hate that word.
- You're defending her?
I'm not. I'm...I'm just
telling you what happened.
You have no idea -
you have no fucking idea
what she is and what she's done.
I would fucking kill her,
except she'll be rotting in hell
soon enough.
What do you mean?
She'll be out of our lives
for good.
Why? Where is she going?
Is she sick?
Yessiree. As good as dead.
- Oh, my God.
- Come on, Shelley.
The shit that she did to you...
Jesus.
She fucked you up worse than
what you look at in the mirror.
What are you saying? I'm ugly?
- No, that's not what I meant.
- Why are you talking like this?
Because it's the fucking truth!
OK?
You can hide in your pretty
poems all you want,
but in the real world
people fuck each other over.
They shit all over you.
And if you're less shit on
and less fucked over,
maybe you win.
That's why I've done
everything I can -
everything I can to protect you
from that...
..death cunt.
I wanted advice
from someone I trusted.
This I could get from Mom.
I made a mistake coming here.
No, Shelley.
You're not leaving.
You don't get to tell me
what I can do.
Neither does she.
Now, out of my way.
Blinsky,
research project.
Amphibious breeding
in estuarine environments.
Of course. And what specifically
about that topic?
Everything - I want every study
done since 1946 summarised,
plus, the names of
all the scientists involved,
living or dead.
Oh, and anything you can find
on sulfur-based life forms.
Also...
I want you to know
that I'm done with this.
- You're quitting artificial stimulants?
- Responsibly.
I've devised a detailed program
to wean myself
by gradually titrating down
the dosages,
thus avoiding the ravages
of abrupt withdrawal.
May I say, sir, how pleased I am
that you are saying yes
to a clean and sober life.
There are no answers
in those pills, sir.
Only pain and heartache
for you and for those...
Blinsky.
I can finish the research
by the end of the week.
- Tomorrow.
- Tomorrow?
First thing.
Thank you, Blinsky.
Oh, God.
Another one?
Haven't seen you in here before.
Good to know someone's keeping
track of where I've never been.
We don't get a lot of outsiders
coming through here.
- That's the scoop.
- Really?
Where would you be getting
this scoop?
- Around.
- And your interest being?
Exploring my Croatian roots.
I hear a lot of bad boys
come in here.
I love me some bad boys,
especially when
they're my people.
Well, you found the right place.
Stick around.
If the sun decided to be
a graffiti artist
instead of the centre
of the solar system,
I imagine it'd paint
something like this.
Hard to understand
why it's against the law
to make something so beautiful.
I thought
maybe I scared you away.
I scared myself.
You OK?
I guess I was just
wandering around,
looking for some answers.
Did you find any?
Not really.
Nothing that sounded
like the truth, anyway.
The truth.
There's an endangered species.
But if you're searching
for truth,
you need a lantern.
Like Diogenes.
Ever heard of Diogenes?
Tell me about him.
We begin our story back in the days
of Alexander the Great.
Diogenes of Sinope,
who was to become
one of the greatest philosophers
of the ancient world,
begged for a living
and often slept in a large
ceramic jar in the marketplace.
No luck finding Mr Wrong?
Uh, he probably would have
left me broken-hearted
and pregnant, anyway.
Trust me, you dodged a bullet.
Get us the usual table,
alright?
OK, time to have a little fun,
hey, girls?
It's Peter.
Leave a message.
Peter. Peter, he's here.
The guy who killed Andreas
is here.
Uh, at a restaurant
in Little Zagreb in Pottstown.
Please, can you bring the guys?
Come. Hurry, please.
Hey.
I'm leaving town.
The road out of here
is that way.
OK. Um, I want to explain first.
I owe it to you. Roman...please.
I came here
looking for my mother.
And I heard about you,
so I tracked you down.
And when I saw you, I thought
you were probably, like me,
born with the caul.
I had to be certain.
Well, you got your answer.
And you had a million
opportunities to tell me
what was up - you didn't.
I know. I kept waiting
for the right time.
- At the blood bank, I wasn't
thinking straight. -Bullshit!
You picked me up at a bar
wearing a little black
fuck-me dress.
Couldn't tear your eyes away
from me getting my dick sucked.
- Then you followed me home.
- OK, yeah.
My feelings for you
are complicated, yes.
Seems pretty fucking
straightforward to me.
Or was that all just
a part of your grieving process
for your dead husband and kid?
Whatever happened
between you and Letha
and then losing her like that,
and now Nadia...
..I guess I thought you,
of all people,
might find it in your heart
to forgive me.
Forgive you for what?
Being so thoughtless
and selfish.
Please...Roman, I'm sorry.
Is that it?
Is that your apology?
From the bottom of my heart,
please believe me.
I mean, look at me.
I'm begging you...
Enough!
My strong sense is begging.
It's not what your mouth
does best.
The way you talk about
our mother, her cruelty,
is that where you get yours?
It's a shame.
It's a shame...
It's a shame you're my sister
'cause that was
some damn fine pussy.
Is that what you want?
Is that what it takes to earn
your forgiveness?
- Letting you fuck me?
- It's a place to start.
You arrogant, fucking prick!
Arrgh!
See you boys again
tomorrow.
- 'Night.
- 'Bye, bro.
Go wait in the car, alright?
- Peter, it's him. It's him.
- Put it down.
Put the knife down. Let it go.
Let it... Put it down.
What the fuck?
- Get in the car. Now!
- No, Peter, no.
- You know him!
- No.
Yes, he looked right at you!
- Because you were going to knife
him. -He has Andreas's watch.
- What watch? -The watch
I gave him a few days ago.
You were gonna stab somebody
because of a watch
that could've been
one of 100 watches?
Why are you letting him
get away? I know it's him.
- You're not thinking right.
- I know it's him.
You were gonna get killed.
He could've killed you.
- I can't lose you!
- I know it's him.
So we get some of the guys
to do something. Call the cops.
Fucking do something, Peter!
I know it's him. I know.
- You have to drop it. OK?
- We have to do something.
Drop it.
Expect lows
in the mid-20s overnight.
Now we have some breaking news.
We've just received
news of another murder
in Hemlock Grove.
Daniel Garcia, 59, has been
found brutally murdered
in the mansion
that was once the home
of industrialist J.R. Godfrey.
Isaac?
Mr Garcia was a property
manager on the estate...
If you change your mind,
you can chow down on mine...
..'cause my conch fritters
are the toast of Duval Street.
What you staring at?
Got a problem with a brown man
kicking it with a white lady?
Actually, I was born rich,
then got really poor,
and then got really rich
and then poor again.
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
He can hear us.
Ahh!
What do I have to do
to make you stay?
We'll see each other soon.
Arrgh!
Arrgh!
Ahh!
Ugh!
Ohh!
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?
You recognise the voice?
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.
It's not gonna get me.
It's...it's...
it's trying to take my mind.
No. No, no, no.
No, no, no fucking way.
I am not the fucking disease!
It's not going to kill me.
What you were gonna do
to Shelley,
you're gonna do for me -
a body.
A body. A body.
You're gonna stick me in it.
No cancer, no fucking disease.
I don't give a shit
how you do it, but you will.
Or you'll end up in my closet...
..like that other motherfucker.