All language subtitles for Hemlock Grove -S03E02 (Souls on Ice)

- Enough.

Any more fluid, and her eyes
will pop like champagne corks.

- Sorry.

- Uh, skin is pink and rigid.

The index of the arterial
solution is wrong.

What percentage
formaldehyde did you use?

- I followed the formula.

- If you had, she wouldn't
be as hard as a carrot.

- Well, maybe--

- There are no maybes
when preparing the dead.

Let me see how you
aspirate the cavity.

You're liquefying organs,
not performing liposuction.

Let's try to finish
this by tonight.

Oh, shit, Jesus.

The family hired us
to prepare their loved

one for eternal rest,
not defile the dead.

- Sorry, I-- I didn't
mean to defile--

- Just go while I try
to unfuck this mess.

- I think I know
what I did wrong.

Next time--

- No more next times.

You're fired.

You got fired again?

I mean,
you have no idea how

completely fucked-up death is.

Before this, it

was accounting, after
you were shit-canned

by the driving school.

- I just haven't figured out
what color my parachute is.

This
baby growing inside me

on account of you is gonna
need food, diapers, and

braces, and college tuition.

- I'll start sending
out my resume tomorrow.

You walk
in this apartment unemployed

again, you're gonna be
the one on the table getting

your insides hoovered out.

And trust me, I'm not playing.

I'm prepared to do
whatever it takes.

Layla?

Annie?

Rich people always
have the best bathrooms.

- I thought you split.

- It's a bright, sunny morning
in the Age of Aquarius,

and that meth head is
somewhere else by now.

- Yeah, that
wasn't a meth head.

I'm not even sure it was human.

Whatever the fuck it was, it
went straight for my chest.

- Yeah, but you're safe now.

And I should be getting
back to my hotel.

- So you are disappearing, huh?

- I didn't mean
to ruin your breakfast.

- How often do you feed?

- When I get hungry.

- What do you do
with the bodies?

- You actually
think I kill people?

- Don't you?

- No.

I mean, not anymore.

It's not like we're still
living in the dark ages.

Hasn't anyone shown you?

- Shown me what?

- How to live in the wild.

- I'm the only upir I know.

- What about your parents?

- I'm a self-starter.

- Well, I certainly don't
go around butchering people.

- So school me.

- Most of us work in jobs
that keep us close to blood--

doctors, lab techs, EMTs.

- Where do you fit in?

- ER nurse.

- Must be like a kid
in a candy store.

- Roman?

What the fuck happened?

- There.

Isn't that better?

- Thank you.

- Now you don't need me to help
you with these every morning.

- Do I have to?

- You'll feel better if you do.

- I don't feel anything
when I take them.

- Oh, darling, that
is a good thing.

Your problem has been that
you've always felt too much.

Now open wide.

Good girl.

- Hi.

I-- I-- I am so sorry
for the intrusion, but, um, I--

I'm a patient of Dr. Godfrey's.

Was-- is--

am.

But I saw you
in the market yesterday,

and I recognized you from
the photo on his desk.

- You followed me?

- Well, I was hoping
that you could help me

get in touch with Dr. Godfrey.

Uh, he never notified
me that he was leaving,

and-- and his mail's piling up.

I-- I was worried about him.

- Hmm.

Um, if you don't
mind, my daughter

was very close
with Dr. Godfrey,

and I don't wanna upset her.

Oh, of course, I'm not
looking to upset anyone.

- You know, I--

I try to put on a brave
face for her,

but Norman left so suddenly
with no real explanation.

It's been difficult.

I can only imagine.

And so unlike Dr. Godfrey.

- Which is why I'm
beginning to worry something

may have happened to him.

- No, it's way too early
to give in to despair.

That's what I
keep telling myself,

but he took off
to London, said he

needed some time for himself.

Then he stopped calling.

I still have some friends
at Scotland Yard from my time

on the London stage.

Um, I reached out to them.

I just wanted to make
sure he was OK.

Did they find anything?

- No, nothing so far, which is
better than a corpse, I guess.

- Uh--

- Uh, why don't you, um,
leave me your number,

and then the moment we
hear from Norman, I'll--

I'll give you a call?

- Uh, that would be--
that would be great.

I-- I would truly
appreciate that.

And, um-- uh, let
me just say, I knew

you were innocent all along.

Free Shelley.

- Why don't you ever talk
about Uncle Norman with me?

- He's gone, and, um, it's
painful for-- for all of us.

- You think this had anything
to do with those guys?

- Could have been, but it
doesn't seem like their style.

- What about the other
one, from the White Tower,

the rooftop guy?

- Yeah.

No, I don't know.

We have to find out either way.

What on Earth are
you guys talking about?

- Can you be a gentleman for
once and call your date a cab?

Who said
she's going anywhere?

Just hang out for a sec, OK?

I'd be dead if it
wasn't for her.

- And you wanna
thank her by getting

her hip deep in our shit?

- She's different.

Yeah, I
don't care how well

trained her gag reflex is.

She's an upir.

- She tracked me down
somehow, said she was

looking for others like her.

- So she's stalking you?

We ended up
kind of stalking each other.

- OK, so-- so with everything
we got going on right now,

you think you should trust her
just because she's an upir?

- No, I-- I don't know.

If she wanted
to hurt me, she could

have let that thing last night
finish the job, but she didn't.

Now if you scare
her off, I'll never

know how she fits
in to any of this

or how I fit
in to things in general.

- Hey there!

Hey, we're in here.

- You forgot some clothes.

What the fuck?

- Someone broke in.

- Not someone.

Something.

- You don't know that.

- No, I think I do.

What is she doing?

Well, we need
to take her to a hospital.

- I'm fine, I'm fine.

- No, this is serious.
- I'm fine.

- You could have some
internal bleeding.

- It's OK.
She's a psychic.

- So what was it?

- I don't know.

I don't wanna.

But after it attacked you, I--

I think it went to that
mortuary on Holden Street.

What do you think?

- We should check it out.

- What do you have for me?

- Interview view transcripts,
Spivak's credit report,

military service record
for Mirinda's father,

and the proposed scope of the
investigation moving forward.

Did you know that the name
Spivak is Ukrainian?

It means song.

- Fascinating.

- I got nothing,
but unless I keep

generating what looks
like work product,

Roman's gonna quit
opening his wallet.

- And that would be
bad for both of us.

- Here is something
interesting.

I found this in Spivak's
apartment a while back.

Who was Ryan Dunbrack?

- It took a lot of searching,
but this is Dunbrack, there.

That photo was
taken 70 years ago.

Spivak hasn't aged a bit.

Can you fucking believe that?

- It does strain credulity.

- Now, either I've
discovered a tear

in the space-time continuum, or
it's gotta be Spivak's old

man, right?

- Dead ringer.

- So I give Roman this big
pile of nothing to chew on.

I hope it's enough
to keep him paying out.

But I-- I don't know.

It seems mighty thin.

- I, uh--

I think it's time I told
you the truth about my son.

The Vikings, right?

Terror of the northern seas.

Ax is dripping with
blood, villages

burned to the ground, rape.

If you two ever
fell into their clutches,

I shudder to think
what they'd do to you.

Great horned devils.

Anyway, the Vikings--
they took their shields,

dented and blood-stained
in battle, huh?

Heated them up,
poured batter on them,

and the aebleskiver was born.

Huh, look at that.

Voila.

That is breakfast south
of the Galdhopiggen.

A lot of controversy surround
this little piece of paradise.

Baking soda versus yeast,
maple syrup versus honey.

Plain old sugar.

And, my Lord,
there's been like,

you know, like, a 300-year
holy war over the stuffing.

Apple slices, dried fruit,
jam, berries, even cheese,

for God's sake.

But the key
to aebleskivers, ladies,

is, uh, the, uh, lemon zest.

- Shut up.
- It's the key.

- Shut up.
- Lemon zest.

- Shut up.

Hey, shut up!

- After all our years
together, huh?

How many flu seasons
we've been through?

This is how you treat me?

Oh, God.

I'm so looking forward
to getting out of this city.

Just me and the girls, huh?

It's supposed to be all
snow angels, reindeers,

and cozy evenings by the fire.

Then this.

Oh, well, come on, girl.

Hey.

After all markers have
been exhaustively inspected,

comma, 632 AFLP markers
were recorded, full stop.

Construction of the
first-generation linkage map

proved successful,
semi-colon, however, comma,

I have jack shit.

- You're either doing too
many drugs or too few.

- Do you have a specific
need or is this one of your I

think I'll go fuck
with Pryce visits?

- I have received
some information

about our dear
friend Dr. Spivak.

Now, why don't
you be a dear and,

uh, fetch me some nutrient?

Essex.

Essex.

Essex lime.

Lime.

Plum.

Yes, plum.

- What the fuck are
you babbling about?

Johann?

- What?

May I keep these?

- Help yourself.

Now, what does a girl have
to do to get a glass of hemo

around here?

- The nutrient?

I flushed it.

- You did what?

- You have only
yourself to blame.

- Oh, get my kite down.

- It's on that branch.

You have to chop it down
or something, be we cant.

- I can't.
It will break.

- I can get that down for you.

- There we go.

You're such a good girl.

Come here.

Come here.

Oh.

There we go.

There we go.

Yeah.

Ooh.

Miranda.

What are you doing?

The little girl's getting
bigger every day, huh?

The ocular chromatic
progression's

just turned out beautiful.

I mean, those eyes of hers just
a much calmer arctic blue now,

aren't they?

Don't have to worry
about hemorrhaging

to death every time the kid
feels threatened now.

- What did you do to her?

I really ought to show
you the basement

sometime, because there
are some wondrous things

to see down there.

Because the times, baby,
they are a-changin.

You don't wanna fuck
with Croatian pussy, my friend.

It sucks you right inside.

Time stands still till finally
have to claw your way back out

like you're being born again.

- A lot of fish had to fuck
to make that much caviar, huh?

You were smart to come to us.

Been wanting to get
into business with you

guys for a while, huh?

Seemed like the right
opportunity.

- I count 100 units,
and if we give you 2.25 each--

- Hmm.

That's a little low.

Consider it
a-- a discount that will

generate future opportunity.

Best and final.

- Let's do it.

- So that's 2.25
for the caviar.

Let's say 50k for the truck.

- Please, it's no
charge for the truck--

a gift to our new friends.

I learned a long
time ago never to accept

anything free from a gypsy.

- So with the truck, you lucky
pikers are $2.3 million richer.

What
the fuck's going on?

Last night, there
were only 50 crates.

- And only $1
million on the table.

What
a difference a day makes.

- You stepped on it.

- I found a way
to make us more money.

- And I didn't tell you 'cause
I didn't want you freaking out,

like this.

- This?

This isn't me freaking out.

This is me trying to figure
out what to do when the shit

goes off with these guys.

- Trust me, I--

I have everything
under control.

- Milan's got
a guy, the Tongue.

He wants to test the merch.

- The Tongue?

Really?

They got a guy
called the Tongue?

- Peter.

- No, fuck the caviar
and fuck the money!

Let's get out of here before
they figure out what you did.

- Come on, come on.

You keep your shit
together out there, OK?

Come on.

Shit.

- What?

- I'm getting a lot of noise.

Nothing specific,
but there's definitely

something not right here.

- No shit something's
not right here.

Look at this place.

- Mortuaries are
like cemeteries.

It's like being tuned
into 100 different radio

stations at once.

- Look, this thing
was after me.

What are we dealing with here?

- Why don't you two take a look
around and let me do my thing?

- You're gonna be OK?

- Yeah, I'm totally
down with the dead.

They don't lie.

They don't pick
their noses, and

they don't break your heart.

- All right.

You know,
I'm so glad you came

around the meat-eating thing.

That's how the human
brain evolved, you know?

What is it?

I'm not sure.

Um, a deer, I think.

- Life in the wild, huh?

No doubt drawn by the salt-lick
I put out back.

Nature on parade,
unsullied by man.

- Come on.

Come on.

I'm coming back for you.

Were Adam
and Eve really alien visitors?

That's what a new
study suggests.

- Be specific.

There are 38 races of aliens,
you waste of clothes.

Bernarians, Silurians--

Alpha Draconians,
Zeta Reticulans,

Naga, Iguanoids, the Greys,
Dogons, the Little People,

the Nordics.

Frickin' idiot.

Did Norman come back?

Is he OK?

- No, sadly.

Uh, I just needed
someone to talk to, and--

and your address
was on your card.

So--

- Um, come in.

- Oh, I love the color choices.

Did your wife pick those out?

- No, no, no.

The tone-on-tone is all me.

I'm looking
for a taupe couch,

you know, to change things up.

- Hmm.

- I can do whatever I want now.

She left me.

- Oh, I am so sorry
to hear that.

- Ah, it's for the best.

Uh, but how are you holding up?

- Oh, I don't know.

I keep worrying, what
if he's not coming back?

There's so many things
I wanna tell him.

- Write them down.

That's what I do.

- That's a good idea.

- No, I-- I write
everything down.

Uh, it's one of the reasons why
the wife left, she tells me.

I wrote everything down
instead of saying it to her.

- Well, it's sometimes
easier that way.

- I never told Dr.
Godfrey she left me.

I didn't wanna come off
sounding like a failure.

- Oh, he wouldn't
have judged you.

He wasn't that sort of man.

- Would you mind
if we didn't talk

about him in the past tense?

Uh, just-- just superstitious.

- Yeah, I'm sorry.

I'm just, uh, giving in to
my worst fears, I suppose.

- Well, I am holding a high
thought that he's OK.

- Oh, you remind me
of Norman in so many ways.

- That is a nice thing to say.

But I'm not
as strong as he was--

is.

I'm not as strong as he is.

He's a good man.

- I'm bleeding.

What the-- what-- what
the hell is wrong with you?

Oh, God, that's
a new fucking carpet!

that's fine.

The Caspian
sturgeon has been hunted

to the brink of extinction.

You'll find it on America's
list of endangered species,

which, of course, makes
it illegal to import,

thus incredibly rare.

- And incredibly expensive.

Which is why most of the beluga
caviar sold in the US

is counterfeit.

Good for me, because I
specialize in authentication.

I'll be surprised if this
product is legitimate,

especially considering
the source.

- Is your fucking tongue
limbered up enough yet?

- The proof is in the taste
and the texture.

This is pure Caspian
sturgeon, as advertised.

- Oh, yeah.

- Are-- are you OK?

- Help me, please.

Please, do you
have a cell phone?

- Uh, I-- I don't
think I get service.

- Come on.

Hi, there.

Hey.

How you doing.

You're looking
for someone?

Yeah, my wife.

Yeah, she's, uh--

she's just borrowing my phone.

Miranda!

Sweetie, hey!

Where are you?

Is she OK?

- Yeah, yeah, she'll be back.

We had a little fight.
- OK.

- You know girls.

Oh, what do you got here?

- Oh, this is-- this is
our-- this is our little guy.

Oh, cool.

I'm pediatrician.

Oh, really?

Yeah.

Hey, let me take a look.

Yeah.

All right, oh,
my Lord, you're a big fella.

Oi, oi, oi.

Could you take
a quick look at this?

What is it?

Uh, oh, it's just under,
uh-- under his cap there, yeah.

Oh, it's
a little cradle cap.

Oh?

Yeah,
it's a cradle cap.

Nothing to worry about.

Should clear up in a week
or two with baby

shampoo and warm
water, all right?

But not too warm, Daddy.

Don't make it too warm.

Hey, there you are.

Isn't this a cute baby?

You know who'd love to pinch
this little guy's cheeks?

Pearl.

Yes, she would.

Yes, she would.

Oh, Pearl would be,
like, in baby heaven.

Pearl's my nurse.

- Oh, OK.

- She was.

- Oh.

- We better be
getting home now.

- Oh.

Oh.

Yeah.

Why don't you get
in the car, warm up?

Thanks for letting
the missus call home.

- Oh, well, lucky for her,
you were already on your way,

well, with the bad cell
phone coverage out here.

- Yeah, lucky for her.

What is this?

I think it's dinner.

Holy shit.

Most mortuaries
just wash the blood

and guts down the drain.

Then what's this for?

- Some turn it over
to medical waste companies.

- Medical waste, huh?

- OK, be a snob.

You can either go hungry
or feed on the living.

Hmm.

- What?

- It's cold.

- Well, it's refrigerated.

What did you see?

- May I?

- Knock yourself out.

it's just blood.

Once it stops pumping,
gravity takes over,

and it all settles
to the bottom.

"Renal failure."

That means unfiltered.

We found refrigerated
blood downstairs.

"Drug overdose."

Nope.

Here we go.

"Gunshot wound."

See this?

No blood.

He's been completely drained.

The owner of this mortuary,
the one who got her chest

ripped out, she was upir.

That blood downstairs was
some bottom-shelf shit.

But a healthy young
man gets shot--

that is some fine dining.

- There was another upir
five miles from my house

and I never knew?

- Half the morticians
in the country are upir.

Trust me.

- I'm getting cremated.

- So that means that that
thing that attacked me--

- Was hunting upirs.

- Yeah.

- We need to talk.

- You can apologize
tomorrow, my friend.

Tonight is for celebrating.

- You could have killed
everyone today because you--

- Stepped on the caviar?

- What do you think
would have happened

if we failed that taste test?

- There was never
any chance of that.

The Tongue's got no
love for the Croats.

They own his ass, and they
never let him forget it.

- How do you know that?

- Me and him go way back.

I did a couple favors, made
some, uh, problems go away.

- That still doesn't--

- I paid him $50,000
to seal the deal.

We were fine.

To Andreas!

Andreas!

- Woo!

- If you ever walk me into
a situation where I don't--

- Oh, Peter, so dramatic.

- You could have made
my cousin a widow.

- OK, look, I'm sorry.

I should have told you.

But everything I did
was for Destiny so we

could get our lives straight.

I-- I got a plan.

I'm gonna to use my cut
of the money to buy

a fleet of ice cream trucks.

- Ice cream trucks?

- Yeah.

So you're
gonna put on a white shirt

and be the ice cream man?

- No.

I'm gonna own the fleet.

And here's the beauty of it.

I'm gonna use the trucks to
make a little book on the side.

Sell a little ice cream,
make the kids happy,

make a little book.

Keep the adults happy.

Kids happy, adults happy,
everybody's happy, right?

Yeah, it's gonna be beautiful.

Oh!

- Feeding
on a transient blood--

it's the medical equivalent
of drinking a glass of water

in the Ganges.

- I wasn't about to go
slumming for my supper.

I fed on a man
so meticulously bland

I figured it would be safe.

- Did you tidy up
after yourself,

or am I gonna be reading
about this in the paper?

- Don't worry.
He's fine.

Proud owner of his
first hickey.

God damn it, Johann,
what's wrong with me?

- You probably picked up a bug.

Get some rest and drink
plenty of fluids.

- That's it?

- That's it.

- Are you trying to poison me?

- Just plain old
everyday AB positive.

- What the fuck am
I supposed to eat?

- I don't know.

An upir having difficulty
tolerating blood--

I'm certainly intrigued
by the novelty.

Annie?

- I'm a mother and a wife--

or I was, before--

- You don't have
to talk about it.

- No, I want to.

I need to hear it
out loud sometimes.

We were heading off
to Thanksgiving, my husband,

my daughter, and me.

She was seven.

Special occasions like
that were the only time

she would let me do her hair.

She looked so pretty.

The truck hit, flipped
the car right over,

and I could see her braids
in the rear-view, twist

around and around.

I should have died.

In any rational
world, I would have.

When everyone you
know, everyone you love

dies before you,
how do you carry on?

Roman, it's still here.

- Obviously, you did
a bad thing, right?

But Pearl's poor choices
today clearly triggered some--

I don't know, weird
hormonal cascade in you.

Corticotropin, norepinephrine,
vasopressin, and, of course,

you know, adrenaline, the big
daddy in your mammalian fight

or flight cocktail.

So I forgive you, all right?

Plus, I am in such
a great mood.

No point in holding
a grudge, right?

Especially since the garde
á l'eau is complete.

Yeah, that's what we call
phase two in Babylonian.

Come see for yourself.

Spivak.

No, no.

- Oh, hey, don't be scared.

Huh?

The future awaits.

No escaping the future.

Come on.

- No.

- Oh.

Isn't that something?
- No.

- Huh?

To everything,
there is a season.

- No.

- Now it's our turn.

- Please, no.

- Oh, I couldn't have done
it without you, Miranda.

- Shelley!

Shelley, I am not
in the mood for games.

Annie!

Roman.

- What's wrong with him?

- He needs help.