All language subtitles for Hemlock Grove -S03E04 (Every Beast)

- Mm.

Mm.

Have a good time.

But not too good.

- I don't even want to go.

The guys insisted.

It's just gonna be a lot
of drinking, poker, guys

lighting their farts on fire.

- And that chick
at the Saddlestrap

in Finleyville who
can shoot ping-pong

balls out of her cooch?

Strippers are fine,
but no hookers.

I don't want you bringing
bugs back into our bed.

- Everything I
want is right here.

- Hey, make sure that
Peter has a good time.

He needs it.

Done.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Bring a toothbrush.

"Spivak's genome
sequencing now complete,

comma, markers
for a cartilaginous skeletal

structure and several
cold-water indices

can be isolated and identified.

Dr. Arnold Spivak," end quote.

Full stop.

Histological preparation
and observation

via standard microscopy reveals
evenly distributed structures

resembling subcutaneous
mucous glands, comma,

which further
suggest amphibious

rather than reptilian genesis.

Full stop.

Far more troubling is
the evident phenotypic

morpho-fluidity, which
allows the organism to assume

the simulacra of human
form and consciousness

while maintaining--

Attention, please.

A biological contaminant
has been detected.

Quarantine procedures
have been initiated.

- Blinsky!
Open the door!

- I can't.

Contamination protocols
have been triggered.

There's no manual override.

- But I didn't do anything!

This must be some malfunction.

Please, try to relax.

The air sys-- systems are
running the diagnostics.

If there's been an error,
the system will auto-correct

and the quarantine
will be lifted.

- When?

Hard to say
with any degree of certainty,

given the variables.

- Blinsky, bring me
my meds immediately.

- What?

- Bring me my meds!

- Of course, I'd be happy
to, but unfortunately,

the containment
module is not equipped

with a pass-through apparatus.

I talked
to the guys about boosting

the drugs and shit.

And I gotta say, they just
don't think it's a problem.

- What happened to the fucking
ice-cream trucks?

- Yeah, I'm still
doing that too.

Come on, man.

How about a little rhythm here?

Everything I do is for Destiny.

You know that.

- Oh, and this is how you
plan to take care of her,

by getting your ass shot off?

Hey, be sure to get her
knocked up so your kids never

know their father 'Cause
that's what's gonna happen when

your shit plan goes sideways.

- OK, look, maybe you're right.

Maybe the whole heist
thing needs rethinking.

- Oh, you think maybe the heist
thing needs rethinking?

- That's what I said.

What the fuck
do you want from me?

- I want you to show me
that you can be trusted.

Be like
hey, spittin' hot shit

- Where is everybody?

Hello?

Anybody here?

- Shit.

- Fuck.

I mean what I say

That's why I'm up in there

That's respect DIA

President O-trauma,
the way I'm running shit

Y'all can dig it like I--

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

- Andreas, Peter,
where are you?

Oh, my fucking head.

I need some air.

- You OK?

- What I told you last
night about Letha--

- You can't put
that on yourself.

- I kept my daughter
locked in a soundproof box.

And I never knew
how to love her.

That is on me.

Promise me you
won't tell anybody.

OK.

- Especially Peter.

He would never understand.

- I'm very good
at keeping secrets.

- These things
last night, why do

you think they were after us?

- I don't know.

Maybe it's our turn.

I'm OK now.
I can drive.

- No, you're not
even close to fine.

- I'm fine.

- And you need blood.

We both do.

- So maybe you and I
should hunt after all.

- I got a better idea.

Let's rob a bank.

Dr. Pryce's line.

Dr. Blinsky speaking.
- Where is he?

I'm sorry, Ms. Godfrey.

Dr. Pryce is indisposed
at the moment.

- Fuck that.

Tell him to wipe his ass.

I'll be there in 15 minutes.

Oh my god.

- Morning.

- 'Tis.

- People get up
early around here.

- Yeah.

There's not much
to do after sundown.

It gets pretty cold, dark.

What you got there?

Emily Dickinson, huh?

- I love her stuff.

There was a long time,
maybe my whole life, really,

when it felt like she
was my only friend.

Probably sounds silly.

- No, not at all.

"Hope is the thing
with feathers

that perches
in the soul, and sings

the tunes without the words.

And never stops at all."

- What are you doing?

- Wait and see.

- Mind if I try?

- Do your thing.

Thanks.

- Yes?

- What kind of fucked up shit
did you do in your last life

to get punished with
a mug like that?

Shit.

And I thought I'd
seen ugly in my day.

Saw a lady once who had her
whole face cut off by a lawn

mower, looked better than you.

I don't give two shits
what that judge said.

Admit it.

You got away with murder.

Didn't you?

Huh?

- Yep.

And you know why?

Because I enjoy killing--

dogs, cats, people.

Kill, kill, kill.

It's a calling, really.

So you better keep that in mind
when you go to sleep tonight.

'Cause this doesn't close.

And I'll be watching you.

OK, guys, that was--

That's all clear?

There's a lot--

Yeah, you got something.

You got something.

- Welcome to the Rooster
Boost Playhouse!

- I figured out
the caviar was stepped on.

It's gotta be what
this is about.

- Impossible.
I handled it.

You saw.
- Croats are fucking crazy.

- I don't give a fuck
what the reason was.

We got to hit back,
and twice as hard.

- Take it easy.

I know it's hard, but just--

- Did they deserve this?

Huh?

You all knew these folks,
Shandor, the rest of them.

- I say we fuck 'em up.

Turn the snow red with
their blood, rat-shit cowards.

- Oh, hey, hey.

The Croats aren't the only
ones we've grifted, all right?

For all we know,
this could have

been somebody else altogether.

- Yeah, it could
have been the guys

we jacked the stuff
from originally.

Either way, we're not
going to war with anyone.

- You calling
the shots now, Peter?

- We gotta take
care of them first.

- I say we walk the fuck
away like we were never here.

- No, we leave them here,
the cops will be up our asses

so fast.

I say we pull the backhoe
around, dig a hole.

A few Gypsies fall off
the face of the Earth,

who's gonna give a damn?

- They're family, not some
fucking trash to be thrown out!

- Come here.

- Fucking animals.

- Andreas, you gotta calm down.

- But these--

- Get the guys to put
the bodies on a truck.

Appoint someone to drive it
to a long-term lot somewhere,

lock it up, let
the bodies freeze.

And that'll buy us
some time to figure

out what to do with them.

- Yeah, I already
thought of that.

- And everyone
else scrubs every

inch of this place
with bleach--

walls, floors, everywhere.

And when they're
done and there's not

a drop of blood
left to be found,

they're going to start
scrubbing some more.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

OK.

Give me your car keys.

- Why?

Where are you going?

- I'm going to find
out who did this.

Just-- just clean up this
mess and don't do anything

else until I get back.

OK?

Keys.

- Hey, babe.

Hey, creamsicle.

So, what's up?

- Did you get there OK?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I was just checking
in, like I said I would.

Is everything OK?

- All good.

I just called to say I love
you and, uh, I miss you.

- Me too.

Did you like your big surprise?

- Uh, what?

Don't tell me

some asshole broke into the car
and stole it last night.

- The watch.

Sorry, yeah.

God, it's-- it's
beautiful, baby.

I love it.

Good.

OK, well, say hi
to the boys for me.

I will.

Just be careful, OK?

- What do you mean?

Nothing.

Just, you know, your men
are out of town.

- Since when do I need you
and Peter to take care of me?

- Since never.

Just-- just take care.

Sure.

- I love you so much.

- I love you too, babe.

- No, no, no!

Don't shoot!

Please, just let us go!

- Stop!

Roman, enough!

Let's just get out of here.

From Zion, perfect
in beauty, from the rising

of the sun to where it
sets, God shines forth.

A fire devours before him.

- He was gonna kill you.

- He'd be alive if we weren't
who we are, what we are.

Greedy, barbarous, and cruel.

- My people are dead,
and you're out walking

around buying groceries.
I want to know why.

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- I swear to God, if you
lie, I'll take your eye.

How much did they pay
you to rat us out?

- The Croats are moving their
product to their retailers

on the street.

If they found out it
had been stepped on,

they'd have trashed the load.

And I'd be hanging by a bridge
with a hook through my tongue.

- I want to know
who's responsible.

- You tell me your people
have been killed.

Do you think I'm consulted
about such things?

All I know is fish eggs.

- You're going
to make some calls.

And you're going to put me
in a room with who's in charge.

I want a meeting.

- But I'm nobody.

I have no authority.

- Do it.

- Are you sure you
wouldn't prefer spending

the night at my place?

- I think I need to be alone.

- When will I see you again?

- Ms. Godfrey, it would
be best for all concerned

if you would just
take a minute and

listen to what I have to say.

- Would you mind telling me
what exactly is going on here?

- Dr. Pryce is in containment.

- Well, I can see
that, Blinsky.

I'd like to know why.

- Well, that is a matter
of some conjecture.

Either a vir--

- Olivia!

Get that little maggot
to open this door.

- How long does he need
to stay in there like that?

- Well, that's
another known unknown.

- I fucking hate boxes!

- Well, speaking of boxes,
what's up with those rats?

- What rats?

- The ones on your computer
devouring each other.

- You hacked into my computer?

- I want you
to explain why you're

watching cannibal rat porn
and what it has to do with me.

- How did you--

- It doesn't matter.

Explain.

- I work with lab
rats all the time.

That's what they're for.

- You didn't answer
the question.

- This might come as a shock,
but not everything in this lab

or elsewhere on the planet
is about you, Olivia!

- Are you hiding Shelley
in the White Tower somewhere?

Because if you are--

- You lost Shelley?

- No, I didn't lose
Shelley, she just--

- God damn it!
- You know what?

- I knew it!
- Johann.

- What did you do with her?

- No, I'm getting
sick and tired--

- The second she got
out, you got your--

- Shut up!
- --hands on her.

- I'm telling you, shut up!

Give it to me straight.

Is my cancer back?

Maybe.

And maybe not.

Now, you open this door
and you let me take my meds.

And then I will tell
you everything I know.

- Open the door.
Give him his meds.

- I can't.

There's no manual override,
as Dr. Pryce well knows.

- He says you can't open it.
- Don't listen to him.

He's lying.

No.

- I suppose there's no
delicate way to say this.

Dr. Pryce is going
through the classic stages

of drug withdrawal.

- Oh, I had no idea how bad
his addiction had become.

- People rarely do.

We should consider this
unexpected development

a gift, a kind of cosmic
intervention, if you will.

Soon, the drug will have
released its insidious hold,

and recovery can begin.

- Did you trap him
in there on purpose?

- What?

How can you even
suggest such a thing?

- You did.

You stuck him
in there to get clean.

- I did no such thing.

- A masterstroke,
and deeply compassionate.

I've been very worried
about him, the self-abuse.

It takes a truly
extraordinary man

to shoulder a burden like that,
restoring that once brilliant

mind to sanity, no matter the
consequences to your own career

or reputation.

Dr. Pryce can't do this alone.

He's gonna need all
the help he can get.

So I guess it'll be up to us
to love him through this.

- Yes, it will indeed.

He should be through the worst
of it in another 24 hours.

- So to be clear,
there's no contamination?

- Only the poison he's
got himself hooked on.

- Open the door now.

- But you just said that--

- Do what I say, and this
little ruse stays between us.

Otherwise, you can kiss
your career goodbye.

Hello?

- Olivia, you're going
to want to get down here.

Shelley's at your apartment.

My apartment?

She's with some dude.

What dude?

I have no idea.

They don't look like
they're sticking around.

So you're going to want
to put a little fire under it.

- Look, I have
an errand to run.

Now, you keep him
in there until I get back,

or I'll have
your ass on a spit.

Are we clear?

- Yes, I think so.
- No!

Are we clear?

- Yes.

- Fuck.

- This is where it starts.

And this is where it ends.

- What's that supposed to mean?

Brianna is the picture

of wedding-day perfection.

In just four short weeks and
a little more than 7,000 over

budget, Julius made
Brianna's wedding wash-out

into a wedding wonderland.

Everything about it

was just totally magical.

Julius was so caring
and understanding.

This fully mature male

Grant's gazelle senses danger.

Too late.
- Mm.

The leopard is

already in motion,
taking down its prey

as the rest of the herd--

--scatters in panic.

- Who is it?

- Surprise!

- Hi.

- Surprise.

- Hey.

All right.

- What are the streets
telling you, cousin?

- It was the Croats.

- Well, while you were out
there confirming the obvious,

me and the pack
came up with a plan.

- They're all gonna be at their
shithole social club tonight.

- We're going to chain
the doors shut from the outside

and torch the place
with everyone inside.

Cremate them all.

- Yeah!

- Everyone, huh?

Women too?

- Let every corpse be a lesson.

Shock and awe, brother.

Shock and motherfucking awe!

- OK.

We hit back.

But we hit back
smart, surgically.

We're going to take
one head, Milan's.

- We have to take
the same number

of lives they took from us.
- No.

- It's the law.

It's got to be that way.

- No!

Just Milan's.

When we wave that
prick's head around,

he becomes the symbol for
the bloodbath that he caused.

That way, they got no more
skin left in the game.

Everyone goes home and moves
on with their lives.

Yes?

- So you just watched them
drive away and you did nothing?

- There were two of them.

And your daughter
is 7 feet tall.

I felt a physical confrontation
would have been asymmetrical.

- Well, then why
didn't you follow them?

- I am following them.

I slapped a GPS tracker
on the guy's truck.

And my guy at the DMV
is running plates.

They won't get far.

- She's taken up with a common
thief, an addict probably.

She'll be completely
under his control.

- I know junkies, Olivia.

This guy didn't fit
the bill, not by a long shot.

- Well, maybe he-- maybe
he's kidnapping her,

selling her to God knows
who for God knows what.

- I didn't get that vibe.

She seemed pretty happy.

- Because he's got her
doped out of her mind

on all sorts of drugs.

Why are you doing this to me?

- Nobody's doing
anything to you.

It looked like she
was having fun.

You remember fun.

- Stealing her mother blind?

You call that fun?

My daughter doesn't know
the first thing about anything.

She doesn't have the sense
God gave little chickens.

She's not planning
on coming back, is she?

I was never there for her.

- Hi.

I was wondering if I might--

- Whatever you're selling,
magazines, carrot seeds, Jesus,

I am not interested.

- I'm not selling anything.

If I could come
in, I'll explain.

- I don't let total
strangers into my house.

- Please.

- I'm not feeling well.

Not that it's any
of your concern, so.

Remove your fucking
hand from my door.

- I'm your daughter.

- You're insane.

Magdalena.

- Who put you up to this?

- My father said he
never stopped loving you.

He said you were the most
beautiful woman he'd ever met.

His name was Dimitri.

- He lied.

Whoever told you
that was a liar.

They all are.

They tell you something pretty,
whatever you need to hear,

but they always leave.

- I don't want anything from
you, except to understand

why you gave me up.

It couldn't have been easy.

I heard the stories.

You were practically
a child yourself.

I didn't come to make
your life harder.

But I have to know.

This is where I'm staying.

Come find me when you're ready.

- This town is just
full of crazy people.

- Yeah.

- Yeah!

- That was amazing.

- Your turn.

- My turn?

To do what?

- Whatever you want.

That stage is a window
into your soul.

- I can't go up there.

The whole idea terrifies me.

- Well, that's exactly
the reason to do it.

Run at that barking dog.

Make your fears your ally.

- I wouldn't even
know what to do.

- It doesn't matter what
you do, only that you do.

And you have my solemn
word, this is not going

on your permanent record.

- I can't.

I don't even--

- Some Emily.

What would the Belle
of Amherst think

if she knew you were
denying the gift

of her poetry, her heart
to all these gentle folk.

Do it for her.

Speak her words out loud.

- Well, you put
it that way, I'd

be a total Eeyore to say no.

- You'll be fine.

- Yeah!

Yeah.

- "I tried to think a lonelier
thing than any I had seen.

Some polar expiation, an omen
in the bone of death's

tremendous nearness.

I probed retrieveless things.

My duplicate to borrow."

- Ah, yeah!

There is a deletion referred

to as V2-V4 deletion--

They
did not analyze the presence or

the absence of--

- Johann, please.

Talk to me.

- Fuck you.

You two have had it in for me
since the beginning.

- Johann, honestly.

The containment

module has been determined
to be contamination-free.

Thank you for your patience.

Quarantine protocols
are terminated.

- That was not
supposed to happen.

He's not through it yet.

Mm.

- Doc.

The breaker on the diagnostic
sensors was tripped.

Triggered a warning
light on the main panel.

I reset it for you.

- That is what's
growing inside of me?

- Yours will be a little
smaller, of course.

I have your scans right here.

- And that is?

- Oh, that's the host body
it was withdrawn from.

Oh, you have no idea
how much better I feel.

- Well, that's not
going to happen to me.

You're going to fix it.

I mean, you can just
cut it out of me, right?

- Unfortunately, the organism
so entwines the brain

and spinal cord
that extracting it

would almost always
kill the patient.

- Well, then, chemo?

Radiation?

- Anything's worth
a try, I suppose.

- Worst case, you'll just
whip up another creature like

the one in the tank, and I'll
just, you know, feed on it,

like I did with you-know-who.

- Growing another creature
would take 18 months minimum.

You haven't got that long.

- What are you saying, Johann?

- Spivak created this disease.

The rats were test
subjects, prototypes

engineered to manage
their disease by feeding

on their own species.

- Well, does that work?

Does it fix it if I just
feed on other healthy--

- Regrettably, no.

From my experience,
from my observation,

it just delays the inevitable.

It's pretty much
a lose-lose situation.

- And you know this how?

- Spivak recorded his plans
in great detail using microdot

technology, a quaint encryption
trick of the mid-20th century.

They just made
everything really tiny

and hoped nobody would find it.

It's all there in its
original German.

From its repeated
references to--

Um, "making
the world upir-free."

And--

"The pathogen doesn't affect
human beings exposed to it."

It's abundantly clear
that Spivak's development

of the LoPS pathogen was
and is the primary catalyst

for the extermination
of all upir.

- Does Roman have it?

- Not to my knowledge, no.

- Of course he doesn't.

How long before I--

- Well, I'd just be guessing,
but without treatment,

I'd say a month, give or take.

And as I mentioned, there
currently is no treatment.

Try not to stress.

If there is a cure,
I'll find it.

- Remember, Pryce, if I
die, my failsafe plan

to reveal your entire sick,
sordid past will kick in.

You'll spend the rest
of your days a hunted man.

So you'll be needing
your peppy pills to keep

you very fucking motivated.

- Dick.

Dick.

- These are for you.

'Cause you're gonna own
Andreas's pretty soon.

Ooh!

- Hey, not to worry.

It's gonna be great.

- Which one of you
is Destiny Rumancek?

- Oh my God!

- Yeah!

Take it off!

- Yes!

- Woo!

Woo-hoo!

- Oh my God!

Long time
coming, still gotta--

- It doesn't seem
like anybody's home.

- Shh.

Knock you
down like a domino

Settin' a blaze like
the wildfires in California

Because I'm equipped the brains
to bring brothers the pain

And that's never gonna change

More like a light
drizzle of rain

Energy into creating
this monstrous ish

Put my soul
in everything I spit

Lyrics of raw feeling

- What the fuck is going on?

- Finally, our guests of honor.

We were starting to feel
foolish standing around

in the dark, but here you are.

You like movies, Andreas?

What kind?

Comedies?

Scary movies?

Porn?

Do you know what kind
of movies I like?

I like comedies.

I like porn, but I
like comedies more.

- You like that, don't
you, you filthy bitch?

- Oh, baby, that's right.

Say it.

Say it.

Fuck me with that
big fat Gypsy cock.

Say it.

Fuck me with
that big, fat Gypsy cock.

Where do you want

this big, nasty load, baby?

Anywhere
you want to shoot it,

you hot fucking Gypsy bastard.

Oh, fuck.

Just make
sure to erase this thing after.

I'm not stupid.

I'm just going to show
it to my friend, Tiff.

She gets off on this shit.

- This piece of shit whore
is the daughter you raised.

Are you proud, Mama, of the cum
jug you gave birth to?

You put your family
on a plane, and you fly as

far away from here as you can.

You understand?

If I ever see your faces again,
I will cut you into pieces

and feed you to my dogs.

- Let's go.

- You got our people killed.

And you were going
to take more innocent

lives to cover up that?

It ends here.

I need your word.

- Come on.

I let the pussy
cloud my judgment.

Every man here knows
what it's like.

I made a terrible mistake.

I'm sorry.

- You have my word.

Peter,
Peter, don't do this.

Please, Peter.

No more takedowns,
I promise, OK?

The pack's yours.

You're the boss.

- You thought you
could join our family?

That I was going to let
you ruin my cousin's life?

- Your cousin will
hate you forever.

You fucking coward!

Turning your own blood
over to these shitheads.

Cocksucker!

Motherfucking cocksucker!

I'll see you in hell, you
filthy fucking faggot!

I'm Mr.

Joy, and I am back

And we can do it like this

We can do it like that

It's an old fact that
we can never be wack

'Cause we sell--

Love is not to

brag, baby

Love is not to boast

But you I love the most
from pillar to post

Uh, Welton Irie come
for chant down Babylon

Say, Mr. Irie come
for chant down Babylon

Now me say, Nebuchadnezzar,
the king of Babylon

Is spread out for him
in a sardine pan

With I Welton Irie
at the microphone stand

Me no worry, me right

You are tell me, say me wrong

We must come first.

And me not come second

Now may I go chant down Babylon

You know why?

Chant down Babylon

Come, Mr. Irie come
for chant down Babylon

Wow, settle, settle down