Hemlock Grove (2013–2015): Season 3, Episode 7 - Todos Santos - full transcript

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYS)
(WOMAN SINGS ARIA)
(CHILLING MUSIC)
(GASPS, THEN PANTS)
Pryce.
- (PHONE RINGS AT OTHER END)
- Come on. Come on. Come on.
Pick up the phone.
(PHONE RINGS)
- (RINGING CONTINUES)
- Oh, God.
(SIGHS) Hello, Olivia.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Oh, God.
Thank God, Johann. You're alive.
Yeah, no thanks to you.
Look, I get it. You aren't
exactly compos mentis.
You were desperate,
but if you want my help,
you're going to have to muster
a little more self-restraint.
- I'm sorry.
- No more physical assaults.
- Understood?
- Yes, of course.
After your little homicidal
display, I couldn't sleep.
So I've been up all night,
on your behalf,
and I'm close to figuring out
the bugs on your transfer.
- Well, that's wonderful.
- Agreed.
OK. Let me throw on some
clothes, and I'll be over ASAP.
No, no, no, no.
I still need a few more hours.
Oh, and by the way,
exactly what "other motherfucker
hanging in the closet"
were you referring to
last night?
- (CHILLING MUSIC)
- Olivia?
Mm. You brought this on
yourself, Isaac.
I thought you were different
than the others.
But you're all the same.
All the same.
You leave a girl hanging.
Well, at least today's Tuesday.
(GRUNTS)
Ahh!
(GROANS)
(LOUD THUDS)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
(DOGS BARK)
(DOGS CONTINUE BARKING)
(VEHICLE BEEPS)
We could have been happy.
Why did you have to
fuck everything up?
Goodbye, Isaac.
MAN: There's no dignity
in dying.
(GASPS)
Yeah.
Goodbye, Isaac.
Hello, Chango.
(THEME MUSIC)
- RADIO: What's your take?
- I just have one thing to say
to all the flat-earthers and
anti-science kooks out there -
put the crack pipe down.
- This can't be the right place.
- The address is on the invoice.
Those fucking morons
in dispatch.
Tell me if that needs
a little paprika.
Alright. There you go.
Is there a Shelley Godfrey here?
I...I'm Shelley.
We've got a delivery for you.
Oh. Uh... here.
I don't have any money.
Oh, it's, uh, prepaid.
I just need your signature.
Blankets, toilet paper,
toothpaste,
toothbrushes, batteries,
flashlights, mittens.
SHELLEY: "Stay warm.
I love you, Roman."
He sent this?
Looks like we got us an angel.
(CAR APPROACHES)
(CAR STOPS)
(CAR DOOR OPENS)
(CAR DOOR SHUTS)
Imagine my surprise
when I found out
that the crazy lady
with the knife
is the fiancée of the guy
that you handed over.
And your cousin. (CHUCKLES)
Don't you think that's funny?
What do you want?
That chickenhead attacked me
on my turf,
in front of my people.
How the fuck
does she know so much?
She'd already be dead,
but you stepped up,
and you did the right thing.
So I'm gonna give you
one last chance.
Get a leash on her,
or you both get murked.
She won't be a problem.
I'll take care of it.
No more warnings.
Get the fuck out of here.
- (WOMAN TALKS ON RADIO)
- (PERCUSSION MUSIC PLAYING)
WOMAN: A multifarious amount
of green algae
incorporates arsenic
into complex organic...
(MAN SINGS) ♪ Mi mama love-a mia
Mi mama love-a mia
♪ Mi mama love-a mi... ♪
- What are you doing here?
- I...live here.
Stay back.
Dr Pryce here. I've apprehended
an intruder in my quarters.
Send security right away.
(HANGS UP PHONE)
Keep your hands
where I can see them.
This must be some sort of
neural ghosting
from the previous
consciousness transfer.
Acute anterior phenyl discord,
being an indicator of
synaptic receptor obstruction.
Quite so.
My presentation in Geneva
clearly states...Mac-nam.
Third door to the right.
Doctor will see you now.
Unhappy. Mac-nam.
Subject appears to be suffering
from cognitive dysphoria...
- Tiny fingers.
- ..and dissociative personality.
- Tiny, purple lunchmeat...
- Fragmentation...
- Resembles substructure...
- ..which suggests complications
from prior experiments,
full stop.
Where am I?
Doctor from big tower.
Why is this?
You have no memory
how you got here?
Well, I'm not surprised
given the amount
of Rohypnol in your system.
Roofies? You were drugged.
Like for sexing a woman?
Also used by the muggers
who attacked you last night.
Attacked?
Thankfully, you had the presence
of mind to come here.
We admitted you for observation.
- Am I OK?
- Oh, yes, by the grace of God.
But I still want to see you
back here next Tuesday
for a follow-up.
Everything's fine.
Get this man some clothes,
and see to it
that he gets home safely.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
- (DOOR CLOSES)
- (DEVICE BEEPS)
Ongoing clinical observation
of the subject will be required
to determine the underlying
cause and extent
of these pathologies.
Full stop.
(DEVICE BEEPS)
(HUMS)
(CONTINUES HUMMING)
You look like
you've got ringworm.
What do you want from me?
(CLEARS THROAT)
I'm losing my mind.
You don't exist.
Oh, my God.
What is truth? What is fable?
- Where is Ruth?
- And where is Mabel?
If one is aware that
one is losing one's mind,
one can't really be
losing it, right?
What are you asking me for?
I don't exist.
Go away! Shoo! Skedaddle.
(MOBILE VIBRATES)
Is that Isaac's phone?
He left it to me in his will.
(MOBILE BEEPS)
(CHUCKLES)
You were right.
This creep who took up
with your daughter
is not a good person.
(TUTS) OK. Here's the plan.
First, we go drill this
Queequeg Antwerp a new asshole.
- "We"?
- Then we go to the tower.
And we drill Pryce
a new asshole.
New assholes for everybody.
(WHISPERS) Gonna be
a beautiful day.
(MOBILE BEEPS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (MAN SPEAKS)
- SHELLEY: Um...
- MAN: Oh. Sorry.
- SHELLEY: Yes.
AITOR: You're welcome.
- SHELLEY: Uh, you can...
- Yeah.
SHELLEY: Here.
SHELLEY: Hey.
MAN: Where is it? Where is it?
Go long! Go long!
Hi.
I'm big, but harmless.
Don't be scared.
(CHUCKLES) I'm not.
Welcome to Rooster Poot.
"Poot"?
Yeah. It means, uh...
Have we met?
No.
Is there somewhere
we can speak alone?
My name's Shelley, by the way.
Yes. I know.
How did you come to live
in such a place?
Well, it's a long story.
I'm not sure
I'll ever understand it.
It must seem quite awful here.
Actually, I find it
quite beautiful.
Really?
Wow.
(SPEAKS FRENCH)
You like to read.
Always.
My name is Annie.
I'm your sister.
It's true.
Your half-sister, actually.
I know my dad had a reputation
as a bit of a playboy...
It isn't a father we share.
- It's our mother.
- No. I would have known.
When I was born,
she was very, very young.
Not married, so...
You're so beautiful.
It must have broken her heart
to give you up.
She told me that it did.
And my brother. Does he know?
- Yes.
- He never told me.
He just found out, himself.
You know what I noticed
in your brother's house?
Not a single book.
And a house without books
is like a mind without thoughts.
Why have you come?
You were gonna kill him in
public? How stupid can you be?
Fuck you.
If you mess with him,
he will come after you,
and you will end up
in the ground, next to Andreas.
Is that what you had in mind
for your honeymoon?
- He was wearing the watch.
- Fuck the watch!
The watch came from
a fucking assembly line!
Hey, come on.
Just give me time, OK?
Hell, I'll find out
who did this.
Where have you been lately?
And why do you keep
ducking my calls?
And where the fuck is my car?
I told you.
We woke up and Andreas was gone.
I waited. I stayed,
and he didn't come back.
So I caught a ride home
with one of the other guys.
I figured he'd find his way
back, eventually.
So why didn't you tell that
to the cops yesterday?
There was nothing to tell.
So everything was cool
that night?
- Yeah.
- You guys have fun?
What difference
does that make now?
Because I want to know!
What did you do?
- Did you get a stripper?
- Yeah.
Yeah, Roman sent them up
as a gift.
"Them." So there were more.
- Two, more?
- Yeah, there were two.
The cops called me down
to the station.
They played that 911 recording
of the guy
who found Andreas' body.
So?
So whoever made that call
sounded like
he was trying really, really
hard to disguise his voice.
How do you know
they're disguising their voice
if you don't know
who it was in the first place?
Because he sounded like
a fucking robot!
Why are you trying to defend
this guy, anyway?
I'm not, I'm not!
I know that there's something
you're not telling me.
Either you're trying
to cover for someone,
or you're trying to protect
my feelings, but don't.
Because I'm strong,
and I can take it.
We have never hidden anything
between us before.
Don't let this be the thing
that breaks us apart.
Three boxes
of assorted week-old bread
and five crates
of sweetie frosted rice flakeys.
Not very much.
Well, it's enough
to eat well tonight.
Let's get moving.
Shelley's mom.
How'd you find me here?
Tell him he doesn't get
to ask the questions.
Never mind about that.
I don't know what you're up to.
But I'm not buying
the Mother Teresa act.
I know what you've done.
So how'd it feel?
Did you hear the bone snap?
Come on. Admit it.
It was a little bit exciting,
deep down, wasn't it?
- Would you stop it?
- Stop what?
Did you hear
your victim scream?
No. That was 20 years ago.
Still dead, though, I imagine.
- I served my time.
- You skipped out on probation.
I was just a kid.
There's an outstanding warrant
for your arrest.
Ma'am...I'm taking
good care of Shelley.
- (SCOFFS) Oh, I just bet he is.
- And I'm feeding people.
Trying to make my life
worth something.
Do you think I give a fuck
about your life?
I suggest you get into your
beater and get gone permanently.
But Shelley...
I ever hear her name
in your mouth again,
and you will beg
to be incarcerated
to get out
from under my shit rain.
Walk away now,
and I will consider
not telling my daughter
what a vicious, fraudulent
little prick you really are.
You coming?
You OK, boss?
(SIGHS) Yeah.
So what happened to the story
we came up with?
Hmm?
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS
IN THE BACKGROUND)
Look, the cops came
and visited Destiny yesterday.
How long do you think it's gonna
be before they land on us?
We need to get
our story straight.
Should we go over it again?
We met at the warehouse.
We said hello to Shandor
and the guys,
and then we went to the cabin,
and we got blasted.
Let's say we ordered
a couple of strippers.
No. We'll say
Roman sent them up.
You know,
at least we can stick to that.
- Two whores.
- No, strippers.
Alright, two strippers.
They worked out on each other.
- Roman brought 'em, and then...
- No, no, no.
Roman wasn't there.
He sent them up.
They brought a tough guy,
'cause those girls,
- they always come with security.
- No guy. Just the women.
Look. They came. We partied.
You know, they left.
We played cards. We crashed.
When we woke up,
Andreas wasn't there,
and we waited for him,
he didn't come back.
That's not so hard, is it?
Who the fuck are you?
Walking in here,
telling people what to do.
I told you, you and Destiny,
you can both go
and fuck yourselves.
Destiny figured out
that Milan is involved.
Yeah? How'd she do that?
I don't know, but she went
after him last night.
You better put a muzzle
on that bitch, otherwise...
Come on! I'm already taking
serious heat from Milan.
Alright?
He's gonna come after all of us
if we don't get
our shit straight.
Yeah. "Our shit."
Yeah.
I'm calling the shots now,
so you and your problems...
You need to step the fuck away.
Health, youth, and vitality
are essential,
as is a strong mind.
You don't want
your prodigious intellect
uploaded into a cortex
with insufficient capacity.
What's that fucking
brown nose up to?
Quiet.
You wouldn't be bullshitting me,
now would you, Johann?
'Cause we know
how that plays out.
Olivia, we've been over this.
Game recognise game, homie.
What's your hustle?
JOHANN: A successful outcome
is in our mutual best interests.
Whatever the fuck that means.
JOHANN: I cannot stress
strongly enough
how important it is
that you find an upir host.
You stand a far better chance
of reducing
neural transfer rejection.
What's that?
Nothing you need worry about
if you listen to my instructions
to the letter.
- But where are you gonna find...
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Not me. You.
I'll do the transfer procedure.
But you're going to find
your own host.
And you're gonna
have to move fast.
You're gonna be trying
to find a viable candidate...
..from a demographic
that's been ravaged
by disease
and homicidal violence
and whose already small number
is certainly dropping
precipitously.
I don't know any upirs.
I don't even like upirs.
And I'm sure I needn't mention
that because of your condition,
it would behoove you
to get on it
sooner rather than later.
Sooner rather...
Sooner rather than later.
Got it. It... Sooner...
Where am I gonna find
an upir that fits the bill?
You gotta know somebody.
Hey, remember that guy you used
to cheat on your husband with?
Norman? He's dead.
Not Norman.
Guy you were cheating on
both J.R. and Norman with,
if one can be said to be
cheating on the man
that one's already cheating
on one's husband with.
Benson Charles.
I had all three of them
dancing my tune.
Ended badly.
Caught that fucker
cheating on me.
Got to let that go, girl.
Water under the bridge.
Maybe. Might even get
a good laugh out of it.
How I found lipstick
on his drawers. (CHUCKLES)
- (LIFT BELL DINGS)
- Cocksucker red.
(OLIVIA LAUGHS)
Cocksucker red?
(OLIVIA LAUGHS)
That's funny.
Oh.
- (BEEP!)
- (LIFT STARTS)
(WHISPERS)
I should get one of those.
And then I ask him,
"What happened to Shandor
and all those other people?"
and he tries to tell me,
"Maybe work was slow and Shandor
gave him a few days off."
And when he saw that that wasn't
sticking, he said, "Hey.
"We're Gypsies. We disappear.
That's what we're good at."
And I said, "Yeah. Maybe you're
good at being full of shit."
Andreas is dead. All those
other people are missing.
And they expect us not to
notice. What the fuck?
- (DOOR CLOSES)
- BAJ: Hey, babe.
Hi, girls.
I'm just here
for my bowling stuff.
There it is.
Baj...
Sit.
OK.
- I'm sorry for your loss.
- Yeah. I know.
- You told me at the funeral.
- Oh, yeah. I still am.
Thank you.
I just wish I was there
with him at the end, you know.
But at least he was surrounded
by his friends
having fun, right?
Yeah.
What kind of fun?
Uh... Roman brought a stripper.
I thought Roman wasn't there.
Yeah. That's right. He wasn't.
So how many strippers
were there?
Uh...
Strippers...
Peter said three.
Three. That's it.
Three's a lot of strippers.
Yeah. There were two.
Two...two were there.
But then one left
and then another one came back.
Two...two more came back.
So what about this sex tape
everyone's been talking about?
Who...who told you that? How
did you find out about that?
I heard you whispering about it
on the phone the other night
with one of your
asshole buddies.
(BAJ SIGHS) Look, it was
a home movie kind of thing.
What did Andreas
have to do with it?
Was it like a porn thing
with the strippers or something?
- I don't know.
- Was Andreas in it?
I don't know. I didn't see it.
I just heard about it.
When was the last time
you saw Andreas?
- At the funeral.
- Alive.
At the party. At the party.
And then he must have gotten up
before I...
..before I woke up,
'cause I didn't see him.
So, I... Babe, I'm sorry.
I got to go to the toilet.
(LAUGHS INCREDULOUSLY)
Yeah, you go to the toilet.
- (DOOR CLOSES)
- (EXHALES)
Andreas made his choices.
I knew what I was getting
with him, but I just thought...
..we would have
a little more time.
It's weird,
but the worst part of this
is knowing that Peter
is lying to me.
Well, you guys were so close.
Well, we shared everything
together. Our whole lives.
Us against the world.
When can I see you again?
Soon, I hope.
You are coming back, right?
Where is your friend Aitor?
I'd like to meet him.
He's probably out on runs.
I think you'd like him.
I know I would.
Well, then you'll just have to
come back and meet him yourself.
Just promise
you won't disappear.
You're a blessing
to us all, Shelley.
God loves you, especially.
Never forget that.
(SOULFUL MUSIC PLAYS
IN THE BACKGROUND)
I only got a few minutes.
I'm late for a board meeting.
What's up?
I'm gonna tell Destiny
the truth. All of it.
We've already discussed this.
You can't do that.
It's not an option.
I don't care. I'm sick of lying,
and she's gonna find out anyway.
- Peter?
- No.
- You've got to trust me on this.
- No. I'm done.
OK, you do what you want,
but don't drag me into this hole
you're digging yourself into.
You're gonna lose her.
You know that, right?
(CLOSES COMPACT)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
- Mrs Charles?
- Yes?
Olivia Godfrey.
Ben and I were friends
many years ago.
I'm afraid the wake
was yesterday.
- What?
- Yesterday.
Well, but here you are. No sense
standing out in the cold.
Please. Do come in.
I was just putting up a kettle.
Would you like some tea?
A wake?
(KETTLE WHISTLES)
Benson had quite a few
female friends.
It was a weakness of his.
But we all have
our imperfections.
It's what makes us what we are.
And what we are
is very much the same.
Oh, I'd already guessed that.
Benson's taste in the ladies
ran exclusively to upir.
Please.
I'm actually going to miss
his lame alibis
and dumb excuses for all his
various trysts and liaisons.
It was rather entertaining.
This one's a keeper. We're done.
(WHISPERS) Not so fast.
I'm sorry?
Would you mind telling me
how Ben died?
Oh, ironically, Ben was
supposed to go to Toronto
for some sort of
emergency conference
about this dreadful surge
in upir-on-upir violence.
Ironically, Ben was murdered
by one of those things
on the way to the airport.
- Dear God, no.
- (SIGHS)
To be honest,
my doctor's surprised
I even survived
the shock of losing him.
Oh. You know
how those shrinks are.
Anything to keep you coming back
for those 45-minute hours.
Oh, it was my cardiologist.
Congenital heart defect.
Rare in upirs, apparently. Hmm.
Well, I could go at any minute.
- (SIGHS)
- (MOUTHS SILENT SCREAM)
I do hope they find some answers
up in Toronto.
This really is getting scary.
Well, who was all gonna be
at this gathering?
Oh, all the heavy hitters
in our tribe.
Invitation's around here
somewhere with all the details.
Mmm. You really are
an inspiration.
All alone, and so very brave.
Hmm. Well, Ben would have
expected nothing less of me.
Oh.
- (OPERA MUSIC PLAYS)
- (HUMS)
(BEEP!)
WOMAN: 911.
What is your emergency?
ROMAN: There's a man
on the sidewalk passed out.
- I don't think he's breathing.
- WOMAN: What's the address?
ROMAN: Nestor building on Hope Road.
I don't know the number.
WOMAN: Paramedics are on
their way. Is the man injured?
ROMAN: All I know is
he won't wake up.
Could you play it again, please?
(SIGHS)
(BEEP!)
ROMAN: There's a man
on the sidewalk passed out.
I don't think he's breathing.
(TYPES)
Hello.
What's the eminent Dr Pryce
got you working on these days,
if you don't mind me asking?
Amphibious adaptation and...
..breeding habits
in estuarine environments.
Interesting. Which ones?
BLINSKY: All of them.
Why?
Because Dr Pryce told me to.
Where have you been, anyway?
I've been out with the flu,
but I'm...I'm better now.
(SNEEZES)
You shouldn't have come back in
if you're still sick.
I'm not contagious,
and Pryce needed me
to gather some data
for the quarterly meeting.
Yeah, well...
..take your non-contagious
contagion elsewhere, would you?
MAN: That growth in this sector
has exceeded our projections
for three
of the last four quarters
and is a full 27%
above real revenue
for the same quarter
of the last year.
After a standard
cost of materials rise of 3%,
an admirable 19%...
JOHANN: Something troubling you?
You look unhappy.
If I want a shoulder to cry on,
I'll call you.
Peter got himself jammed up
with some idiot Gypsy friends
of his.
I never understood
what you saw in that boy.
- Unless...
- Unless what?
Well, I've always wondered
if your relationship
was more than...
He is a very handsome young man,
is he not?
(CHUCKLES) That's way out
of line, Pryce. Way off base.
JOHANN: No need
to get defensive.
It's not
an illogical assumption.
ROMAN: Well,
it's a wrong assumption.
You make it sound like I'm
accusing you of a high crime.
Is my mother dead yet?
Not since the last time
you asked me, yesterday.
MAN:..pharmaceuticals
that Godfrey Industries
has pushed through
clinical trials...
It'll be strange to live in
a world without Olivia in it.
MAN:..developing products
portfolio will be the key
to creating awareness
in our customers
that there is relief available
for those diseases
that previously
they may have been unaware
they were suffering from.
It should be noted that 38%
of our cumulative expenditures
for this quarter
have been attributed
to marketing.
(CLICKS LOUDLY)
- (GUNFIRE)
- (PEOPLE SHOUT)
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
(GUNFIRE STOPS)
Roman, for the love of Christ,
get down!
- Drop your weapon!
- (GUNSHOTS)
(GUNSHOT)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(SNIFFS)
Well, well, well.
(LIFT BELL DINGS)
Clear surgical suite four, stat,
and have the full-clearance
emergency OR team standing by,
and the consciousness
transfer apparatus
wheeled in and booted up.
Move! Time is short!
Jesus fucking Christ.
The body was depleting
blood supply
and draining brain function,
what's left of it.
If I can keep his frontal lobe
viable long enough,
by pumping super-oxygenated
blood through it,
we could get a glimpse
into his short-term memory.
Increase blood flow to 1,000
cc's per minute, 1 amp epi,
and drop the pump temp
to 34 Centigrade.
Capture venous return,
oxygenate it, then send it back.
(SIGHS)
Goddamn it, Blinsky, do it!
(MACHINE BEEPS)
(MACHINE WHIRRS)
He said he was off this week
with the flu, but this is...
No, no, no, no.
Not the flu.
- Do you smell that?
- (SNIFFS)
The rotten egg smell? Sulfur.
I detected that earlier,
in the boardroom.
Spivak must have gotten his
clutches on our young friend.
I can capture the electrical
output of Trevor's visual cortex
to an enhanced computer visual
system I've been developing.
The technology's
still in alpha testing,
so it'll be a crap shoot.
(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)
(LOUD WHIRRING)
Damn it. It's just as I feared.
Trevor's brain is no longer
capable of disambiguous thought.
Now, what's needed is a healthy
mind to boost the signal,
to function as a router,
of sorts,
that will amplify
the neural impulses,
giving clarity to
whatever's left of memory.
- I'll do it.
- No. The procedure is not without risk.
We'll use a janitor or some
other undocumented worker,
in case of malfunction.
There's no time for that, doc.
Hook me up.
OK. Let's do it.
(SLOW BROODING MUSIC PLAYS)
You like?
Hmm.
Built to last.
Legs from here to there,
pleasantly conjoining
where they conjoin.
(WOMAN SPEAKS QUIETLY)
Real Deal Holyfield.
Is that all your Neanderthal
gender can think about?
What about her mind?
I thought it was
gonna be your mind.
This is just the vessel
to hold it in.
It's just plain disrespectful,
the way you're objectifying her.
So is this
little slice of heaven
coming home with us or what?
Are you serious?
She could hire herself out as
a can opener with that overbite.
- (FLICKS SWITCH)
- (GRUNTS)
(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
(SCREAMS)
Hold that thought for a moment.
Hold it! Hold it.
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
Burst suppression alpha coma.
(BEEPING)
Intermittent delta.
Approaching flatline.
- You're losing him.
- I can see that, Blinsky.
You idiot!
I'm standing right here.
He's gone.
(FLATLINE BEEP)
(GRUNTS, THEN PANTS)
ROMAN: Fuck.
Wait, one eye's operating
in the complete absence
of electro-cerebral activity.
I'm gonna need to do
an immediate enucleation.
Blinsky, get me a number four
ocular retraction speculum.
They're all in the primary lab.
Shall I go get them?
No, no. There's not enough time.
Goddamn it.
Why do I have to do
everything myself?
Out, vile jelly.
(JOHANN GROANS)
Goddamn you, Spivak.
SPIVAK: Johann Pryce.
Oh, you're looking well,
which is most unfortunate.
Do you know in all the years
we lived in the same
shitty little town,
never once did you invite me
over to your lab?
But then, you were
a world-renowned scientist,
and I, a humble country doctor.
You fucked up, Spivak.
You got a lot of
my board members killed,
but you missed Pryce and me.
Oh, well, thank you
for your clarification
of the completely obvious,
you obnoxious little turd.
I've mapped your genome.
I know everything about you
down to your base
nucleic couplings.
Then you get two gold stars
next to your name
and can be the hall monitor
these last days.
You're a sulfur-based life form.
Unique? Yes.
Capable of surviving under
the harshest conditions? Yes.
But an Earth-based life form
made of flesh and blood
and quite mortal.
(APPLAUSE)
Circle gets the square. Bravo.
We're gonna find you, Spivak,
and I'm gonna kill you.
You sick Jörmungandr fuck.
Oh, good luck with that,
golden boy.
Oh, and by the way,
thank you for fathering Nadia.
She has been very, very useful to me.
You have no idea.
And nice facility
you got here, Johann.
Trevor, mm-hm,
gave me a cook's tour
before he met
with your board of directors.
(SQUELCHING)
(CHATTER)
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Well, my, uh...
my fellow upirs, thank you.
Welcome. Thank you for coming.
(WHISPERS) Who is that?
Norville Knox.
Revolutionised haemodialysis.
Created synthetic
immunoglobulin.
Holds dozens of patents.
He made a fortune in med tech.
Worth north of a billion.
What I wouldn't do to get my hands
on a piece of that action.
..nor is it contained
to North America.
Five upir killed in Sydney,
Australia. Last three days.
14 in Tokyo. 44 in Kuala Lumpur.
Hundreds more.
Moscow, Madrid, Tangiers,
Montevideo, Mexico City.
It is a global problem,
and it's accelerating
exponentially.
We need to determine
how and why.
It would appear
that we are falling sick
and devouring our own.
I have no explanation
for any of this...
..since no specimens have been
properly examined, thus far.
So I am at a bit
of a standstill.
If you had a big cock
and his money...
I'd rule the world.
Hmm.
Blinsky, I need you to run
the pattern recognition
comparisons
against NOAA satellite images.
That rooftop could be anywhere.
JOHANN: Anywhere it's winter.
Which, at this time of year,
narrows it down
to Northern America, Canada,
Northern Europe, Russia,
Mongolia and...
(JOHANN CLEARS THROAT)
I know where it's winter.
Oh, and, Blinsky,
before you get started,
cancel my dinner with Randolph.
And please send flowers
along with my apologies.
It's going to be a long night.
Go home, Roman. Relax.
Data still needs to be analysed.
If there's anything further,
I will call you.
Alright.
(STOPS INSERTING KEY)
(KNOCKS)
Destiny?
(DOOR LOCKS)
(SIGHS)
Well, I didn't expect
to see you again.
I came to say goodbye.
Yeah, that's what
you said last night
before you fucked me
like a honey badger.
I thought we could part civilly,
like adults.
- But...
- So what does that mean?
"I'm leaving"
or "Please, Daddy,
fuck me some more"?
I wish I'd never touched you
in the first place.
I hate myself for it.
You should,
but yet here you are,
showing up looking for seconds.
OK, so what about you?
You claim to love Miranda
and care more than anything
for the child you fathered,
but you carry on with me...
..like they don't exist.
Yeah, well, as far
as I'm concerned, we're done.
I'm done.
Yeah. Over and out.
By the way, I hate roses.
They're only good for covering
up the smell of the dead.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
ROMAN: Fuck. What does she want?
Let's just be quiet.
Maybe she'll go away.
Where the fuck is Peter?
I thought he was with you.
He's not here.
- He's been hiding from me.
- Search the place.
ANNIE: He's not here.
You know he's been lying
and lying to cover for his lies?
Ever since he came back
to Hemlock Grove
and you two dusted off
your little sister act.
- Not my problem.
- It is your fucking problem.
I know you're involved,
and I want to know how.
You're out of your mind.
What were the names
of the strippers you sent?
- What?
- I want to talk to them.
I have no idea what the fuck
you're talking about,
but you're starting
to piss me off.
So why don't you turn yourself
around and go the fuck home?
Tell me how Andreas' body
was found.
How should I know?
(MIMICS ROMAN'S VOICE)
There's a guy on the sidewalk.
Passed out.
I don't think he's breathing.
What did Peter...
What did Peter tell you?
It was you.
You were the voice on the tape.
- What did he say?!
- Nothing.
He was covering your ass.
I figured it out all by myself.
What did this guy
on the pavement
who wasn't breathing look like?
Did he look like Andreas?
Did he look like Andreas
with a fucking bullet
in the back of his head?
Was the reason
Andreas wasn't breathing
because of you,
you fucking piece of shit?
Fuck it, and fuck you!
Andreas was too stupid
to be allowed to live.
All those people died
because of him.
- Bullshit.
- Have you seen that guy Shandor lately?
Do you know why they
closed down the warehouse?
All of them dead
because of Andreas.
Lies. Lies.
I didn't have anything to do
with his death.
- Peter did.
- No. You're lying!
- Andreas wasn't like that.
- He didn't have a choice.
It was that or more people
were gonna die.
Peter was trying to protect you!
I'm not fucking
listening to you!
- I fucking hate you.
- Peter was protecting you.
I was just trying to help him
out, so don't come into my house
and walk over me
with your "fuck-you" shoes,
and tell me what I did
or didn't do
to your lowlife,
piece of shit boyfriend.
(ANNIE GASPS)
Roman, please. We've got
to take her to a hospital.
Roman, please.
Call 911.
Hurry, please.
(DESTINY GASPS FAINTLY)
ANNIE: Roman.
What are you doing?
(BONES CRACK)
How could you?
How could you?!
Will you kill me too?
"A fire devours before him,
"and around him a tempest rages.
"He summons the heavens above
"and the Earth,
that he may judge his people.
""Gather to me
these consecrated people
""who made a covenant
with me by sacrifice.'
"And the heavens proclaim
his righteousness,
"for he is a God of justice."
♪ As you walked
♪ Into the room
♪ You saw him and you knew
♪ You could see it
♪ In his eyes
♪ And on his body too
♪ Skin and bones
♪ He was just... ♪