Hemlock Grove (2013–2015): Season 3, Episode 9 - Damascus - full transcript
Roman and Peter discover something creepy at Spivaks. Olivia is running out of time and wants to get to Roman. Pryce conforts Shelley. Two unexpected deaths occur.
I have a hunger
that just won't quit.
And, baby,
I'm the chef in your kitchen
that's gonna keep feeding you
and feeding you
and feeding you...
Whoa, slow down.
- Mmm.
- Stop.
Yo, stop!
Listen. Hey. You need to stop!
You are killing yourself. Stop!
Remember the rats?
What's happening to me?
End stage, baby.
Vous is through.
Unless we can get you
into a host body pronto.
But I need a genetic match.
- The question's who.
- Well, only got two choices.
Annie's got the better ass,
and an accent that would give
a dead pope a hard-on.
But, since we talking 'bout you,
not me,
you should probably go
with Roman.
What you think?
You're telling me
to murder my son?
This is not a moral dilemma.
This is survival,
your life or his.
What's the question?
I need to get ready.
Bip, bip, bip.
It should only take
a couple hours
to get to Pecksville.
What's the plan
once we get there?
That's the plan?
Roman, we're not going
pheasant hunting.
That thing
had a 30-foot wingspan.
You got a better one?
I'm all over it.
Pryce is trying to come up with
a magic bullet or some shit,
but who the fuck knows?
She was so cold
when I found her.
So pale,
like it wasn't even her.
Just dumped her in a hole
like she was a piece of garbage.
I-I know you well enough
to know that...
..you're gonna beat yourself up
for this, no matter what.
Sooner or later,
you're gonna have to...
..find a way to live with
the choice that you made.
Now, you can take comfort
that the cocksucker
who did this to her
isn't breathing anymore.
You made him pay
for what he did,
and that's a good thing.
When we get back here,
we'll find a proper place
for her, OK?
Lay her to rest with the dignity
and the respect
that she deserves.
Yeah.
But right now, Peter,
I need you to help me.
Miranda and Nadia
still need you.
Ooh!
Looks like Elvis
has left the building.
Oh, mother-fucker!
No reason to go all ipso-nutso.
When that little prick
gets back,
you'll have the element
of surprise working for you.
Dig?
Mm.
Hm.
Hey!
Get off the road, creep!
Stop.
What the hell
are you doing?
Move it. Move it.
Get out of the way!
What's the matter
with you?
Move along. Hold on.
Keep it moving.
Nothing to worry about,
officers. I got this covered.
Not only have I found something
that gives my life
meaning and purpose,
but I finally have the perfect
use for these.
Hi.
Of course we're still on
for tonight.
I'll meet you at the restaurant.
Parsifal it is.
OK.
'Bye.
Anything?
I've tried everything
from polonium 210 to anthrax.
Spivak's cells neutralise
any reagent I introduce.
- It's like they're indestructible.
-Nonsense!
Natural selection is incapable
of providing perfect protection
from all pathogens.
When evolution enhances
a particular attribute
to maximise survival,
it creates a weakness
somewhere else.
We just have to find it.
Keep looking.
OK.
Yes.
When?
Admit her immediately.
I'll be right there.
Bip, bip, bip.
What happened to lying in wait
to achieve the element
of surprise?
I'm more concerned
about the element of death.
Yours, if we gotta wait around
on Roman too much longer.
- Next on the list?
- Annie?
You're never gonna find her
in time.
I'm fucked.
There is a plan B.
Someone who, while not upir,
is a genetic match nonetheless.
Shelley? No fucking way!
Well then,
decisions, decisions.
You want to be embalmed
or cremated?
It's the only option you got.
Trading a diseased body
for a grotesque one?
She got a man hittin'
that trim.
- That's more than you can say.
- No!
It's only temporary!
You use her anatomy
to get close to Annie or Roman,
then you muscle Pryce
to upgrade you
into one of your A-list kids.
But I have no idea
where Shelley is either.
Well, your daughter is having
a major sad right now,
thanks to you.
Cops put the kibosh on chez
shit-hole where she was living.
Her pervo BF is in the wind.
Roman's too self-involved
to give a shit about her.
Who's the one person
Shelley would turn to
in her time of need?
Room service.
Voila!
Butternut squash and Brussels
sprouts with a balsamic glaze.
One of your favourites,
if I'm not mistaken.
I'm not hungry.
The good news is your heart rate
is back to normal.
You scared the hell out of me.
Sorry.
Shelley, this is not something
to be taken lightly.
Why on earth
would you do such a thing?
I just wanted
to make the hurt stop.
Numbing the pain
does not address what causes it.
I don't belong here.
There's no place for me
in this world.
No, that's not true.
You went out on your own
and found a tribe.
I saw how those people
looked up to you.
Your strength, your sweetness,
made their lives better.
You allowed yourself to fall
in love, to be vulnerable.
It has taken me half a lifetime
to find the fortitude
to do something like that.
It takes a brave person to go
all in with their heart
like you have done.
Most people are too timid
to allow themselves
to feel anything.
I envy them.
- Sir, may I speak to you?
- Not now.
I've found something.
My apologies.
A very pressing matter
requires my immediate attention.
I will be back as soon as I can.
- Give me your phone.
- Hm?
Just give it to me.
Synced to GPS
so we can find each other
if we get separated.
How about we make sure
that doesn't happen?
Ouroboros.
It has something to do
with whatever Spivak is.
It represents
the end of the world.
Well, at least we know
we're in the right place.
I'll check the back.
Jesus fucking Christ!
Back room's clear.
Shit.
Why am I getting the feeling
this is not a wine cellar?
Oh, fuck.
Ugh!
Jesus. I think that's his nurse.
What the fuck
did he do to her?
Nothing.
Well, if they're not here,
they might still be alive.
Yeah, and we're right back
to where we fucking started.
- Roman.
- What do you got?
- Upir toxin.
- Meaning what?
Well, I've always wondered
why your kind
developed this physiological
characteristic.
It has little effect
on human prey
and only negative consequences
on other upir.
Peter's here.
I'm putting you on speaker.
Spivak is a sulfur-based
life form.
Upir toxin has an extremely high
concentration of nitrogen oxide.
It would only take
a minute amount
to cause an extremely
robust reaction
should the two substances
come into contact.
This toxin
is your evolutionary advantage
over a competing species,
the reason you were able
to wipe them out.
We need to extract it
from the glands in your mouth.
- I can just bite him.
- You could.
However, judging
from his research
into estuarial breeding,
you'll probably be running into
more than just Spivak.
There's more of him?
My guess is there soon will be.
Given he's the male
of his species,
as far as I can determine,
he would need female ova
to fertilise.
The most plentiful and resilient
are found in infants.
Nadia.
That's why he took her.
That would be
a logical assumption.
Roman, I need you to get back
to the lab immediately.
I can perform the procedure and
start stockpiling an arsenal.
We don't have time.
We need to keep looking.
There is another way,
but you would need access
to medical supplies.
That's not gonna be a problem.
Let's just hope
Mr Rumancek has a steady hand
and can follow instructions.
This is a bad idea.
No argument from me.
Well, it's not ideal,
but here we are.
OK. I guess, open.
Wider.
Now, I need you to insert
the needle into the soft tissue
just to the right of the uvula.
What the hell is that?
The projection on the posterior
edge of the soft palate.
Can you speak normally, please?
It looks like a speed bag
at a boxing gym.
Oh, that thing.
You should have just said that.
Now slide it in
a quarter of an inch.
Any more and you'll puncture
the Eustachian.
What happens if I do that?
Roman will be permanently deaf.
Great. Just fucking do it.
Hold still.
You should feel
a slight pop
when you puncture
the glandular sac.
Oh, shit.
- Did you feel it?
- I don't know.
Pull back on the plunger.
If it's yellow, we're good.
If it's red,
I'll start preparations
to fit Roman for a hearing aid.
- Oh, you're not fucking helping!
- Ugh.
Ugh.
- You OK?
- Fan-fucking-tastic.
Well done!
Something's in there.
I gotta call you back.
Miranda.
Oh, fuck.
Bad things happen to the people
that mean most to us.
You ever wonder why that is?
So what are we supposed to do?
Just leave her here like this?
There's nothing
we can do for her.
Right now,
finding Nadia's
the only thing that matters.
What the fuck is that?!
Careful.
Eugh!
Fuck off.
There.
It's a passageway. Come on.
Sulfur.
Whoa, whoa.
Let's see if Pryce was right.
That'll work.
Hello, sweetheart.
Did you come to gloat?
- Of course not.
- Then why are you here?
Because you're my daughter,
and it breaks my heart
to see you suffer.
People are cruel, Shelley.
I tried to warn you.
All I wanted to do
was keep you from getting hurt.
But I couldn't.
I failed.
You were right about me, Mother.
I do feel too much.
Shelley.
I'll always be there for you.
Right now,
I need you to be there for me.
Where do you think
this is taking us?
Nowhere.
It's a fucking dead end.
- Wait! There's a hatch.
- Let's go.
- Hey, Roman.
- What?
In case this goes wrong,
there's something I need to say.
Everything that's happened...
..you've always been there
for me.
You've had my back.
Thank you.
We're family.
In regard to the upir toxin,
comma,
Blinsky, comma,
a competent but
lesser intellect, comma,
was able to successfully
divine its efficacy, semicolon,
a fact which a second-rate mind
will mis-characterise
as incontrovertible proof
of his genius, comma,
a tautology which already
sickens me, full stop.
For someone darkening death's
door, you're looking buoyant.
Shall I assume you've achieved
that elusive peace
that passeth understanding?
Assume whatever you like.
The sky is blue,
the cows are smiling,
and I've found a solution
to my problem.
It's a temporary fix, but we can
work out the kinks later.
One mustn't abandon hope,
but we mustn't be blinded
by self-delusion either.
You can come in now, dear.
Even for you,
this is beyond twisted.
You really have lost touch
if you think I would
countenance this for a second.
Well, then you have to
re-acquaint yourself
with the patient bill of rights,
which obliges you to provide
any and all requested care
in a timely fashion
when the integrity of my health
and body is threatened,
doing so with courtesy
and respect...
God damn you, Olivia!
Unleash whatever hell you want,
you rancid bitch.
Expose my work,
throw me into prison,
burn this place to the ground,
but I will never agree to this!
Oh, Johann, such a flair
for the dramatic.
You really
should have been an actor.
You would have done quite well.
How dare you
force your daughter.
Force? I'm not forcing her
into anything.
It's what she wants.
Isn't that right, dear?
100%.
Shelley,
how could you agree to that?
She's my mother. She's dying.
And she said you could put me
up in the cloud
so I could rest, so I wouldn't
have to feel miserable.
It'll be like
a digital vacation,
giving you
all the time you need
to cook up another one
of those beings in the tank.
It would take years
to create another Prycilla.
It might not even be possible.
And the full effects of
long-term consciousness storage
are unknown.
Your mind stream might
lose bits of data, be corrupted.
Whole parts of your personality
could degrade
or be lost altogether.
I don't care.
I want to go away.
It's too hard trying to be me.
What for?
A question that has been asked
since the dawn of time,
but you won't find the answer
this way.
I don't care about the answer.
For all I know,
the answer is the booby prize.
I'm sorry. I will not.
You have no idea
what you're asking me to do.
I'm asking my friend
to make the pain stop,
and if you won't,
I'll find another way.
Ask Dr No if he really
wants that on his head.
I'm not saying a word. She's
doing just fine on her own.
Like you haven't been
fanning the flames.
It's what I want.
Please, Uncle Johann.
I'll need to remap
your neural pathways first.
He even thinks about
fucking with you,
you rip his trachea out.
He cares about her too much.
Listen, Olivia doesn't care
about you. She is using you.
If you could see who she really
is, what she's done...
- It doesn't matter.
- What's taking so long?
Charting a neural network
isn't a slapdash proposition,
Olivia.
I don't recall it
being this complicated
when you uploaded
my consciousness.
Shelley's mind is a good deal
more intricate than your own.
- Little bitch.
- I'm almost ready.
It took me 20 years
to realise how much
I wanted your heart.
Now it's mine.
- Uncle Norman.
- Turn it off.
Turn it off now, or I'll end
your miserable fucking life!
- No!
- Ugh!
You killed him!
Shelley, no, I...
It's... It's fake.
Something he created
on his computer.
You know I could never
do something like that.
He's trying to turn you
against me.
Stop lying to me.
All you ever do is lie!
How does it feel
to not be able to breathe?
Now you know how I've felt
my entire life because of you!
- Shelley, please!
- I hate you!
But I'm not like you.
I may look like one, but you've
always been the real monster.
Remove Mrs Godfrey
from the premises.
And you'd better make sure
this is the last time I see her
in this building again.
You're done,
you little shit-stain!
It's all gonna come
crashing down!
Over here.
It's coming from here.
Arggh!
Shit, what the hell
is going on?
Nothing good.
Hey.
- Ugh!
- Hey. We're here to help, OK?
We're gonna help you.
- Come on.
- Arggh!
Pull him out,
you'll rip his skin off.
The thing that brought you here,
where is he?
We're gonna try to get you
out of here.
I can't go. Mustn't go.
He keeps me alive for them.
I am f-food.
Did he have a baby with him?
Egg baby. Eve. Gone now.
So many. All swimming.
- Where is she?
- Poor Eve!
He wants his rib back.
I am real big now.
It hurts so bad!
Tell me where the fuck she is!
Adam! With Adam.
Eve's with Adam.
Gave her the apple.
She's mother.
I am having the babies.
I am food for them.
Eve is food for Adam.
Sausage.
Ugh! Ugh!
Ugh!
Arggh!
Ah, the miracle
of birth.
Is there anything more
beautiful? Hello, boys!
Persistent little buggers,
aren't you? Good for you!
Good for you!
It's Peter, right?
I don't think we've been
properly introduced.
Government's name is Arnold
Spivak. You can call me, uh...
Oh, it doesn't matter.
Miranda spoke very highly
of you.
Both of you, actually.
no matter how hard
I prodded her - and boy, did I -
I could never get her to pick
a favourite between you two.
So, I would love
to introduce you to the family.
Roman, alright, couldn't have
done this without you.
Well, more specifically,
you know,
you and that Godfrey
blood line of yours.
Holy mackinaw.
All its beautiful mutations.
You know, 2,000 years
of nurturing.
I gave it some tweaks along
the way, but finally a miracle.
Letha. It was you.
- You made her pregnant.
- Well, listen.
I may have wings,
but I'm no angel, alright?
But I would have enjoyed...
Where's Nadia?
Such wonder.
Such magnificence all around
you as the life force is reborn
to restore order
and maintenance,
rescue our fair sister Earth
from a thug species
that beats, plunders, slashes,
and ass-rapes her daily.
You're beholding
that which will return her
to her pristine fecundity,
and all you can think to say is,
"Where's Nadia?"
Answer the fucking question.
This is the new Eden.
I'm the new Adam, calling
his people back from the dead.
What the fuck
are you talking about?
Today's an official holiday.
She'll be transmuted into flesh
of my flesh, blood of my blood.
She's being prepared for
the feast. I'm gonna eat.
Enough! Tell me where she is.
You'll be gone soon.
Wolven too.
Humans belong to us.
No more competing for food.
Tell me.
Or what?
We'll kill them all.
Do it!
No! No!
Don't fucking move!
What did you do with her?
You dim-witted fruit bat.
You've got no idea
what I've had to endure.
Oh, you're safe. You're safe.
I've missed you so much.
Come on.
Let's get out of here.
Mm-hm.
Dr Pryce?
If I came barging
into your bedroom,
all moist and beady-eyed,
while you were begging for
sexual favours from Mrs Blinsky,
would you consider yourself
ill-used?
- I'm sorry, sir, but...
- I think you would.
And you'd be perfectly justified
in feeling that way,
as I do now.
There's a disturbance
in the lobby.
Then call security.
It's the Greek gentleman
you performed
the transfer experiment on.
He's having a medical emergency
and refuses to see anyone
but you.
I wasn't sure
how you wanted to handle it.
Delicately.
- I can have him removed.
- No.
No. Bring him down to the lab.
I'll be right there.
- Hi.
- I'm running a little bit late.
Would you hate me
if I asked you to meet me here?
I guess that would be OK.
I can give you the tour. I think
you'll be very impressed.
Sounds great, Johann.
- You're a darling!
- 'Bye.
And these voices you're hearing,
what are they saying to you?
Not many voices. Just one.
Then pain in head starts.
Everything turn black.
When I wake, I know awful things
I have done
I will find.
What kind of things?
Last night, I find cat
nailed to table in kitchen.
Head is cut off. Stomach open.
All insides in jars.
I can't believe.
I think,
"Who has done such evil?"
Then I find blood on my shirt,
and I know.
What is broken with me?
Whatever it is,
I'm going to fix it.
You have my word.
Oh! Oh!
Ugh!
Impostor.
You prance around my laboratory,
pretending to be me.
You're a spy. Admit it.
I need you to calm down,
Johann.
You're experiencing
neural pathway dysphoria.
Tell me who you're working for.
The synaptic pairings
are degenerating.
We can control it with
serotonin, but I need you...
Where did this Gustav
tell you to make the drop?
He's working for the Chinese,
no doubt.
Johann, you need to listen to me
very carefully.
I need you to concentrate.
Our consciousness is...
Corrupted.
In order to prevent it
from decompensating further,
a cranial implant...
Don't think I don't know
what you're doing.
You want me dead
so you take credit for my work.
Steal the glory for yourself
for accomplishments
your second-rate mind
could never conceive of.
Commodum ex injuria
sua nemo habere debet.
Ugh!
No-one should have advantage
from his own wrong.
Ugh!
Ugh!
Uncle Johann?
Oh, my.
Help! We need help!
Dr Blinsky!
Someone, please!
Anybody. Please.
How do I make it stop?
The location of the wound...
The blood flow,
the abdominal aorta...
- There's nothing to be done.
- No. Uncle Johann...
It's alright, sweetheart.
It's alright.
There's got to be something.
Tell me what to do.
A small favour.
Uh.
It's...
..so...
Could you let Johann Pryce
know that Randolph is here?
Please have a seat.
I have a BA in child studies
and a master's
in family counselling.
- Impressive.
- Inevitable, really.
Dad left right after I was born,
Mom worked three jobs
and I raised two brothers.
I love kids,
and they always say
you should do what you love,
so this is what I do.
To be very clear, um,
discretion is a primary concern.
I'm happy to sign
a confidentiality agreement.
I worked as a nanny for some
extremely high-profile people,
so I know the drill.
Alright then.
When can you start?
You tell me.
I'll have a room ready for you
this afternoon.
- 4:00?
- Sounds good.
I'll see you then.
- Thank you, Mr Godfrey.
- Roman.
- 'Bye for now.
- 'Bye.
Is her job looking after Nadia
or breastfeeding you?
I just want what's best for the kid.
She has a master's degree.
- How is Nadia?
- She's still sleeping.
I'll feed her when she wakes up.
Are you sure you want to bring
another stranger
into this house?
We're not gonna be able to keep
our eyes on her 24/7, Peter.
What are we supposed to do now?
Just move on
like nothing happened?
A lot of unimaginable,
awful shit went down,
but it's where it belongs,
in the past.
Yeah, well,
if you find the reset button
that turns off the pain,
let me know where it is.
Peter.
I thought you left town.
I needed to speak to you first.
Because you deserve
to know the truth.
Whatever went down between
you and Roman isn't my business.
He killed your cousin.
What?
Destiny came to the house,
looking for you.
She was very upset.
Started saying a lot of shit,
accusing him of being involved
in her fiancé's death,
and it got out of control.
He hit her.
She fell and cracked her head.
It was bad,
but she was still alive.
But he knew
you'd never forgive him, so...
He broke her neck
and buried her in the woods
to make the whole thing
just go away.
Why would you tell me that?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Because that's what happened.
I don't know what your sick
fucking agenda is,
but I know who killed Destiny,
and he's been dealt with.
Then whatever revenge you took
was on the wrong person.
You're lying.
How would I know you handed over
Andreas to prevent a gang war?
How would I know that Destiny
was suspicious of the 911 call?
You were fucking Roman,
and he was running his mouth...
How would I know about the cross
on Destiny's forehead?
Tell me, Peter.
Because I watched him kill her,
and I made that cross
with Destiny's blood...
..because there was nothing
I could do to stop him.
And he made me promise
never to tell you.
I didn't want to believe
he was capable of such cruelty,
but that's who Roman Godfrey is.
He destroys every life
he touches.
I can't allow him
to go on doing that.
What are you gonna do about it?
Kill him.
No, you can't do that.
Atonement comes in all shapes
and sizes.
No.
It should be me. I'm his friend.
I'll do it.
He won't see it coming.
Then you're going to need these.
The bullets are tipped
with heparin.
Two shots to the head
will put him down long enough
to finish him off.
What's the knife for?
You have to cut out his heart.
That's the only way
to make certain an upir dies.
There's a Gypsy camp in Munhall.
Tell them I sent you.
Take Nadia.
You two will be safe there.
I'll call you when it's done.
How do I know
you're not a cop?
I can work with that.
I don't kiss.
Save that for another girl.
How did you find out?
It was Annie, wasn't it?
Fuck you.
that just won't quit.
And, baby,
I'm the chef in your kitchen
that's gonna keep feeding you
and feeding you
and feeding you...
Whoa, slow down.
- Mmm.
- Stop.
Yo, stop!
Listen. Hey. You need to stop!
You are killing yourself. Stop!
Remember the rats?
What's happening to me?
End stage, baby.
Vous is through.
Unless we can get you
into a host body pronto.
But I need a genetic match.
- The question's who.
- Well, only got two choices.
Annie's got the better ass,
and an accent that would give
a dead pope a hard-on.
But, since we talking 'bout you,
not me,
you should probably go
with Roman.
What you think?
You're telling me
to murder my son?
This is not a moral dilemma.
This is survival,
your life or his.
What's the question?
I need to get ready.
Bip, bip, bip.
It should only take
a couple hours
to get to Pecksville.
What's the plan
once we get there?
That's the plan?
Roman, we're not going
pheasant hunting.
That thing
had a 30-foot wingspan.
You got a better one?
I'm all over it.
Pryce is trying to come up with
a magic bullet or some shit,
but who the fuck knows?
She was so cold
when I found her.
So pale,
like it wasn't even her.
Just dumped her in a hole
like she was a piece of garbage.
I-I know you well enough
to know that...
..you're gonna beat yourself up
for this, no matter what.
Sooner or later,
you're gonna have to...
..find a way to live with
the choice that you made.
Now, you can take comfort
that the cocksucker
who did this to her
isn't breathing anymore.
You made him pay
for what he did,
and that's a good thing.
When we get back here,
we'll find a proper place
for her, OK?
Lay her to rest with the dignity
and the respect
that she deserves.
Yeah.
But right now, Peter,
I need you to help me.
Miranda and Nadia
still need you.
Ooh!
Looks like Elvis
has left the building.
Oh, mother-fucker!
No reason to go all ipso-nutso.
When that little prick
gets back,
you'll have the element
of surprise working for you.
Dig?
Mm.
Hm.
Hey!
Get off the road, creep!
Stop.
What the hell
are you doing?
Move it. Move it.
Get out of the way!
What's the matter
with you?
Move along. Hold on.
Keep it moving.
Nothing to worry about,
officers. I got this covered.
Not only have I found something
that gives my life
meaning and purpose,
but I finally have the perfect
use for these.
Hi.
Of course we're still on
for tonight.
I'll meet you at the restaurant.
Parsifal it is.
OK.
'Bye.
Anything?
I've tried everything
from polonium 210 to anthrax.
Spivak's cells neutralise
any reagent I introduce.
- It's like they're indestructible.
-Nonsense!
Natural selection is incapable
of providing perfect protection
from all pathogens.
When evolution enhances
a particular attribute
to maximise survival,
it creates a weakness
somewhere else.
We just have to find it.
Keep looking.
OK.
Yes.
When?
Admit her immediately.
I'll be right there.
Bip, bip, bip.
What happened to lying in wait
to achieve the element
of surprise?
I'm more concerned
about the element of death.
Yours, if we gotta wait around
on Roman too much longer.
- Next on the list?
- Annie?
You're never gonna find her
in time.
I'm fucked.
There is a plan B.
Someone who, while not upir,
is a genetic match nonetheless.
Shelley? No fucking way!
Well then,
decisions, decisions.
You want to be embalmed
or cremated?
It's the only option you got.
Trading a diseased body
for a grotesque one?
She got a man hittin'
that trim.
- That's more than you can say.
- No!
It's only temporary!
You use her anatomy
to get close to Annie or Roman,
then you muscle Pryce
to upgrade you
into one of your A-list kids.
But I have no idea
where Shelley is either.
Well, your daughter is having
a major sad right now,
thanks to you.
Cops put the kibosh on chez
shit-hole where she was living.
Her pervo BF is in the wind.
Roman's too self-involved
to give a shit about her.
Who's the one person
Shelley would turn to
in her time of need?
Room service.
Voila!
Butternut squash and Brussels
sprouts with a balsamic glaze.
One of your favourites,
if I'm not mistaken.
I'm not hungry.
The good news is your heart rate
is back to normal.
You scared the hell out of me.
Sorry.
Shelley, this is not something
to be taken lightly.
Why on earth
would you do such a thing?
I just wanted
to make the hurt stop.
Numbing the pain
does not address what causes it.
I don't belong here.
There's no place for me
in this world.
No, that's not true.
You went out on your own
and found a tribe.
I saw how those people
looked up to you.
Your strength, your sweetness,
made their lives better.
You allowed yourself to fall
in love, to be vulnerable.
It has taken me half a lifetime
to find the fortitude
to do something like that.
It takes a brave person to go
all in with their heart
like you have done.
Most people are too timid
to allow themselves
to feel anything.
I envy them.
- Sir, may I speak to you?
- Not now.
I've found something.
My apologies.
A very pressing matter
requires my immediate attention.
I will be back as soon as I can.
- Give me your phone.
- Hm?
Just give it to me.
Synced to GPS
so we can find each other
if we get separated.
How about we make sure
that doesn't happen?
Ouroboros.
It has something to do
with whatever Spivak is.
It represents
the end of the world.
Well, at least we know
we're in the right place.
I'll check the back.
Jesus fucking Christ!
Back room's clear.
Shit.
Why am I getting the feeling
this is not a wine cellar?
Oh, fuck.
Ugh!
Jesus. I think that's his nurse.
What the fuck
did he do to her?
Nothing.
Well, if they're not here,
they might still be alive.
Yeah, and we're right back
to where we fucking started.
- Roman.
- What do you got?
- Upir toxin.
- Meaning what?
Well, I've always wondered
why your kind
developed this physiological
characteristic.
It has little effect
on human prey
and only negative consequences
on other upir.
Peter's here.
I'm putting you on speaker.
Spivak is a sulfur-based
life form.
Upir toxin has an extremely high
concentration of nitrogen oxide.
It would only take
a minute amount
to cause an extremely
robust reaction
should the two substances
come into contact.
This toxin
is your evolutionary advantage
over a competing species,
the reason you were able
to wipe them out.
We need to extract it
from the glands in your mouth.
- I can just bite him.
- You could.
However, judging
from his research
into estuarial breeding,
you'll probably be running into
more than just Spivak.
There's more of him?
My guess is there soon will be.
Given he's the male
of his species,
as far as I can determine,
he would need female ova
to fertilise.
The most plentiful and resilient
are found in infants.
Nadia.
That's why he took her.
That would be
a logical assumption.
Roman, I need you to get back
to the lab immediately.
I can perform the procedure and
start stockpiling an arsenal.
We don't have time.
We need to keep looking.
There is another way,
but you would need access
to medical supplies.
That's not gonna be a problem.
Let's just hope
Mr Rumancek has a steady hand
and can follow instructions.
This is a bad idea.
No argument from me.
Well, it's not ideal,
but here we are.
OK. I guess, open.
Wider.
Now, I need you to insert
the needle into the soft tissue
just to the right of the uvula.
What the hell is that?
The projection on the posterior
edge of the soft palate.
Can you speak normally, please?
It looks like a speed bag
at a boxing gym.
Oh, that thing.
You should have just said that.
Now slide it in
a quarter of an inch.
Any more and you'll puncture
the Eustachian.
What happens if I do that?
Roman will be permanently deaf.
Great. Just fucking do it.
Hold still.
You should feel
a slight pop
when you puncture
the glandular sac.
Oh, shit.
- Did you feel it?
- I don't know.
Pull back on the plunger.
If it's yellow, we're good.
If it's red,
I'll start preparations
to fit Roman for a hearing aid.
- Oh, you're not fucking helping!
- Ugh.
Ugh.
- You OK?
- Fan-fucking-tastic.
Well done!
Something's in there.
I gotta call you back.
Miranda.
Oh, fuck.
Bad things happen to the people
that mean most to us.
You ever wonder why that is?
So what are we supposed to do?
Just leave her here like this?
There's nothing
we can do for her.
Right now,
finding Nadia's
the only thing that matters.
What the fuck is that?!
Careful.
Eugh!
Fuck off.
There.
It's a passageway. Come on.
Sulfur.
Whoa, whoa.
Let's see if Pryce was right.
That'll work.
Hello, sweetheart.
Did you come to gloat?
- Of course not.
- Then why are you here?
Because you're my daughter,
and it breaks my heart
to see you suffer.
People are cruel, Shelley.
I tried to warn you.
All I wanted to do
was keep you from getting hurt.
But I couldn't.
I failed.
You were right about me, Mother.
I do feel too much.
Shelley.
I'll always be there for you.
Right now,
I need you to be there for me.
Where do you think
this is taking us?
Nowhere.
It's a fucking dead end.
- Wait! There's a hatch.
- Let's go.
- Hey, Roman.
- What?
In case this goes wrong,
there's something I need to say.
Everything that's happened...
..you've always been there
for me.
You've had my back.
Thank you.
We're family.
In regard to the upir toxin,
comma,
Blinsky, comma,
a competent but
lesser intellect, comma,
was able to successfully
divine its efficacy, semicolon,
a fact which a second-rate mind
will mis-characterise
as incontrovertible proof
of his genius, comma,
a tautology which already
sickens me, full stop.
For someone darkening death's
door, you're looking buoyant.
Shall I assume you've achieved
that elusive peace
that passeth understanding?
Assume whatever you like.
The sky is blue,
the cows are smiling,
and I've found a solution
to my problem.
It's a temporary fix, but we can
work out the kinks later.
One mustn't abandon hope,
but we mustn't be blinded
by self-delusion either.
You can come in now, dear.
Even for you,
this is beyond twisted.
You really have lost touch
if you think I would
countenance this for a second.
Well, then you have to
re-acquaint yourself
with the patient bill of rights,
which obliges you to provide
any and all requested care
in a timely fashion
when the integrity of my health
and body is threatened,
doing so with courtesy
and respect...
God damn you, Olivia!
Unleash whatever hell you want,
you rancid bitch.
Expose my work,
throw me into prison,
burn this place to the ground,
but I will never agree to this!
Oh, Johann, such a flair
for the dramatic.
You really
should have been an actor.
You would have done quite well.
How dare you
force your daughter.
Force? I'm not forcing her
into anything.
It's what she wants.
Isn't that right, dear?
100%.
Shelley,
how could you agree to that?
She's my mother. She's dying.
And she said you could put me
up in the cloud
so I could rest, so I wouldn't
have to feel miserable.
It'll be like
a digital vacation,
giving you
all the time you need
to cook up another one
of those beings in the tank.
It would take years
to create another Prycilla.
It might not even be possible.
And the full effects of
long-term consciousness storage
are unknown.
Your mind stream might
lose bits of data, be corrupted.
Whole parts of your personality
could degrade
or be lost altogether.
I don't care.
I want to go away.
It's too hard trying to be me.
What for?
A question that has been asked
since the dawn of time,
but you won't find the answer
this way.
I don't care about the answer.
For all I know,
the answer is the booby prize.
I'm sorry. I will not.
You have no idea
what you're asking me to do.
I'm asking my friend
to make the pain stop,
and if you won't,
I'll find another way.
Ask Dr No if he really
wants that on his head.
I'm not saying a word. She's
doing just fine on her own.
Like you haven't been
fanning the flames.
It's what I want.
Please, Uncle Johann.
I'll need to remap
your neural pathways first.
He even thinks about
fucking with you,
you rip his trachea out.
He cares about her too much.
Listen, Olivia doesn't care
about you. She is using you.
If you could see who she really
is, what she's done...
- It doesn't matter.
- What's taking so long?
Charting a neural network
isn't a slapdash proposition,
Olivia.
I don't recall it
being this complicated
when you uploaded
my consciousness.
Shelley's mind is a good deal
more intricate than your own.
- Little bitch.
- I'm almost ready.
It took me 20 years
to realise how much
I wanted your heart.
Now it's mine.
- Uncle Norman.
- Turn it off.
Turn it off now, or I'll end
your miserable fucking life!
- No!
- Ugh!
You killed him!
Shelley, no, I...
It's... It's fake.
Something he created
on his computer.
You know I could never
do something like that.
He's trying to turn you
against me.
Stop lying to me.
All you ever do is lie!
How does it feel
to not be able to breathe?
Now you know how I've felt
my entire life because of you!
- Shelley, please!
- I hate you!
But I'm not like you.
I may look like one, but you've
always been the real monster.
Remove Mrs Godfrey
from the premises.
And you'd better make sure
this is the last time I see her
in this building again.
You're done,
you little shit-stain!
It's all gonna come
crashing down!
Over here.
It's coming from here.
Arggh!
Shit, what the hell
is going on?
Nothing good.
Hey.
- Ugh!
- Hey. We're here to help, OK?
We're gonna help you.
- Come on.
- Arggh!
Pull him out,
you'll rip his skin off.
The thing that brought you here,
where is he?
We're gonna try to get you
out of here.
I can't go. Mustn't go.
He keeps me alive for them.
I am f-food.
Did he have a baby with him?
Egg baby. Eve. Gone now.
So many. All swimming.
- Where is she?
- Poor Eve!
He wants his rib back.
I am real big now.
It hurts so bad!
Tell me where the fuck she is!
Adam! With Adam.
Eve's with Adam.
Gave her the apple.
She's mother.
I am having the babies.
I am food for them.
Eve is food for Adam.
Sausage.
Ugh! Ugh!
Ugh!
Arggh!
Ah, the miracle
of birth.
Is there anything more
beautiful? Hello, boys!
Persistent little buggers,
aren't you? Good for you!
Good for you!
It's Peter, right?
I don't think we've been
properly introduced.
Government's name is Arnold
Spivak. You can call me, uh...
Oh, it doesn't matter.
Miranda spoke very highly
of you.
Both of you, actually.
no matter how hard
I prodded her - and boy, did I -
I could never get her to pick
a favourite between you two.
So, I would love
to introduce you to the family.
Roman, alright, couldn't have
done this without you.
Well, more specifically,
you know,
you and that Godfrey
blood line of yours.
Holy mackinaw.
All its beautiful mutations.
You know, 2,000 years
of nurturing.
I gave it some tweaks along
the way, but finally a miracle.
Letha. It was you.
- You made her pregnant.
- Well, listen.
I may have wings,
but I'm no angel, alright?
But I would have enjoyed...
Where's Nadia?
Such wonder.
Such magnificence all around
you as the life force is reborn
to restore order
and maintenance,
rescue our fair sister Earth
from a thug species
that beats, plunders, slashes,
and ass-rapes her daily.
You're beholding
that which will return her
to her pristine fecundity,
and all you can think to say is,
"Where's Nadia?"
Answer the fucking question.
This is the new Eden.
I'm the new Adam, calling
his people back from the dead.
What the fuck
are you talking about?
Today's an official holiday.
She'll be transmuted into flesh
of my flesh, blood of my blood.
She's being prepared for
the feast. I'm gonna eat.
Enough! Tell me where she is.
You'll be gone soon.
Wolven too.
Humans belong to us.
No more competing for food.
Tell me.
Or what?
We'll kill them all.
Do it!
No! No!
Don't fucking move!
What did you do with her?
You dim-witted fruit bat.
You've got no idea
what I've had to endure.
Oh, you're safe. You're safe.
I've missed you so much.
Come on.
Let's get out of here.
Mm-hm.
Dr Pryce?
If I came barging
into your bedroom,
all moist and beady-eyed,
while you were begging for
sexual favours from Mrs Blinsky,
would you consider yourself
ill-used?
- I'm sorry, sir, but...
- I think you would.
And you'd be perfectly justified
in feeling that way,
as I do now.
There's a disturbance
in the lobby.
Then call security.
It's the Greek gentleman
you performed
the transfer experiment on.
He's having a medical emergency
and refuses to see anyone
but you.
I wasn't sure
how you wanted to handle it.
Delicately.
- I can have him removed.
- No.
No. Bring him down to the lab.
I'll be right there.
- Hi.
- I'm running a little bit late.
Would you hate me
if I asked you to meet me here?
I guess that would be OK.
I can give you the tour. I think
you'll be very impressed.
Sounds great, Johann.
- You're a darling!
- 'Bye.
And these voices you're hearing,
what are they saying to you?
Not many voices. Just one.
Then pain in head starts.
Everything turn black.
When I wake, I know awful things
I have done
I will find.
What kind of things?
Last night, I find cat
nailed to table in kitchen.
Head is cut off. Stomach open.
All insides in jars.
I can't believe.
I think,
"Who has done such evil?"
Then I find blood on my shirt,
and I know.
What is broken with me?
Whatever it is,
I'm going to fix it.
You have my word.
Oh! Oh!
Ugh!
Impostor.
You prance around my laboratory,
pretending to be me.
You're a spy. Admit it.
I need you to calm down,
Johann.
You're experiencing
neural pathway dysphoria.
Tell me who you're working for.
The synaptic pairings
are degenerating.
We can control it with
serotonin, but I need you...
Where did this Gustav
tell you to make the drop?
He's working for the Chinese,
no doubt.
Johann, you need to listen to me
very carefully.
I need you to concentrate.
Our consciousness is...
Corrupted.
In order to prevent it
from decompensating further,
a cranial implant...
Don't think I don't know
what you're doing.
You want me dead
so you take credit for my work.
Steal the glory for yourself
for accomplishments
your second-rate mind
could never conceive of.
Commodum ex injuria
sua nemo habere debet.
Ugh!
No-one should have advantage
from his own wrong.
Ugh!
Ugh!
Uncle Johann?
Oh, my.
Help! We need help!
Dr Blinsky!
Someone, please!
Anybody. Please.
How do I make it stop?
The location of the wound...
The blood flow,
the abdominal aorta...
- There's nothing to be done.
- No. Uncle Johann...
It's alright, sweetheart.
It's alright.
There's got to be something.
Tell me what to do.
A small favour.
Uh.
It's...
..so...
Could you let Johann Pryce
know that Randolph is here?
Please have a seat.
I have a BA in child studies
and a master's
in family counselling.
- Impressive.
- Inevitable, really.
Dad left right after I was born,
Mom worked three jobs
and I raised two brothers.
I love kids,
and they always say
you should do what you love,
so this is what I do.
To be very clear, um,
discretion is a primary concern.
I'm happy to sign
a confidentiality agreement.
I worked as a nanny for some
extremely high-profile people,
so I know the drill.
Alright then.
When can you start?
You tell me.
I'll have a room ready for you
this afternoon.
- 4:00?
- Sounds good.
I'll see you then.
- Thank you, Mr Godfrey.
- Roman.
- 'Bye for now.
- 'Bye.
Is her job looking after Nadia
or breastfeeding you?
I just want what's best for the kid.
She has a master's degree.
- How is Nadia?
- She's still sleeping.
I'll feed her when she wakes up.
Are you sure you want to bring
another stranger
into this house?
We're not gonna be able to keep
our eyes on her 24/7, Peter.
What are we supposed to do now?
Just move on
like nothing happened?
A lot of unimaginable,
awful shit went down,
but it's where it belongs,
in the past.
Yeah, well,
if you find the reset button
that turns off the pain,
let me know where it is.
Peter.
I thought you left town.
I needed to speak to you first.
Because you deserve
to know the truth.
Whatever went down between
you and Roman isn't my business.
He killed your cousin.
What?
Destiny came to the house,
looking for you.
She was very upset.
Started saying a lot of shit,
accusing him of being involved
in her fiancé's death,
and it got out of control.
He hit her.
She fell and cracked her head.
It was bad,
but she was still alive.
But he knew
you'd never forgive him, so...
He broke her neck
and buried her in the woods
to make the whole thing
just go away.
Why would you tell me that?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Because that's what happened.
I don't know what your sick
fucking agenda is,
but I know who killed Destiny,
and he's been dealt with.
Then whatever revenge you took
was on the wrong person.
You're lying.
How would I know you handed over
Andreas to prevent a gang war?
How would I know that Destiny
was suspicious of the 911 call?
You were fucking Roman,
and he was running his mouth...
How would I know about the cross
on Destiny's forehead?
Tell me, Peter.
Because I watched him kill her,
and I made that cross
with Destiny's blood...
..because there was nothing
I could do to stop him.
And he made me promise
never to tell you.
I didn't want to believe
he was capable of such cruelty,
but that's who Roman Godfrey is.
He destroys every life
he touches.
I can't allow him
to go on doing that.
What are you gonna do about it?
Kill him.
No, you can't do that.
Atonement comes in all shapes
and sizes.
No.
It should be me. I'm his friend.
I'll do it.
He won't see it coming.
Then you're going to need these.
The bullets are tipped
with heparin.
Two shots to the head
will put him down long enough
to finish him off.
What's the knife for?
You have to cut out his heart.
That's the only way
to make certain an upir dies.
There's a Gypsy camp in Munhall.
Tell them I sent you.
Take Nadia.
You two will be safe there.
I'll call you when it's done.
How do I know
you're not a cop?
I can work with that.
I don't kiss.
Save that for another girl.
How did you find out?
It was Annie, wasn't it?
Fuck you.