All language subtitles for Hemlock Grove -S03E06 (Pendant)

No one?

You can't think
of anyone who may have

had issues with your fiance?

She's already told you.

I asked her.

Andreas
had a criminal record.

You yourself have two
priors for prostitution.

- What difference
does that make?

- I thought it was a mugging.

- No, the caliber
of the firearm

used, the location
of the entrance

wound, and the body
being moved postmortem

all indicate to us that
this was a professional job.

What kind of jackpot
was he in, Destiny?

- I don't know.

- This could go
very badly for you.

If you know something
you're not telling us--

- What the fuck's
wrong with you?

You're threatening
her after she's lost--

- You need to cool off, pal.

- Look, we all want
to catch whoever did this.

But right now, we have
a funeral to get ready for.

- We can pick this
up another time.

You think of anything
in the meanwhile, call me.

- Sorry for your loss.

- The car's gonna
pick you up at noon.

OK?

- And I--

I picked out a poem from
that Rumi guy that you like.

So maybe Sophia can read it.

Destiny.

- Nik and Bajram--

- Yeah?

- --they were his best friends.

Why haven't they stopped by?

- Miss me?

- Holy shit!

- We're, like, two away.

Play it again, play it again.

- Yeah, yeah.

When she
hittin' the floor

Out here throwin' this moolah

She keeps askin' for more

- 500,000 views.

- I can't believe this.

- And the Tubey goes to.

- All I did was fall down.

- All right, this
is cool and all,

but we gotta monetize this--
movie rights, spin-offs,

talk shows, merchandising.

We are talking bank.

- Hey, Shelley.

Something just
happened in your room.

- What?

- I don't know, but you
better come check it out.

First
class, fabulous,

excellent, smart, hilarious

As some folks will someday be

I am a queen amongst a thousand

There ain't another woman
that could ever top me

Da-da-da, da-da-da

- You did this?

- Wall's a paint eater,
but Aitor fronted me

some extra canons
of Rust-O. 'Cause I

ain't about no toy shit.

Da, da,
da, da, woo-ooh

- Of course you're not.

- So you like it?

- I love it.

- Made it down to the Keys
in record time.

Checked out my boat.

You ought to see it.

30-footer, twin
Mercs, a walk-through

to the swim platform.

I hosed off
the pelican shit, and

turned around and came back.

- Why?

- My ex used to tell me that
I should see a therapist.

I have a habit of fucking up
the good things in my life.

Took off when you
asked for my help.

- So now what?

- Well, I'm here to do
what needs to be done,

only I gotta get paid.

- And that Roman Godfrey
gravy train has been derailed.

They owe you any back pay?

Any other clients?

- Nada.

I guess I could always
start selling my blood.

- No, no, no.

That would be a sinful waste.

- Isaac and Olivia's
lemonade stand?

- I have a better idea.

- I'm not asking
you to say a eulogy.

I'm asking you
to get your story

straight and show up to the
funeral, for Destiny's sake.

- Fuck that.

- No fucking way.

- The price she pays
for getting engaged to a

rat bastard.

- If nobody comes, she'll
know something's wrong.

- So?

- So, you know what she's like.

You know what she can do.

If she gets suspicious, she
will not drop this ever.

- A psychic who
didn't have a clue

her fiance was fucking
every Croat cooze

in the greater Pottstown area.

I'm not exactly
terrified by her powers.

- It doesn't take a clairvoyant
to know something's

wrong if you don't pay--

- Our hands are clean.

So I don't give a jumping
fuck what she turns up.

- Bajram?

Sophia and Destiny are close.

You gonna let her go
to the funeral alone?

- Do not bring our families
into this, Peter.

This is done.

Oh, I knew you were
rich, but shit.

- Actually, I was born
rich, then got really poor,

and then got really rich,
and then poor again.

- Yeah, that's just like me,
except without the rich parts.

- My family.

- Who is it?

- Shh.

He takes care of the place.

- Missed opportunity.

Peeing outdoors is one
of the great pleasures

in a man's life.

- Shh.

- If he catches us trespassing,
he'll call the police.

Shh, shh, shh.

- We need to talk.

- About your mother
slipping me information?

Yes, Roman.

I need to apologize for that.

- Yeah, why the fuck--

- She was blackmailing me.

And quite frankly, I was
not thinking clearly.

There were some emotional
issues I needed to address.

- You should have told me.

- Without question.

But you, Roman, also
should have been sharing

with me from the very start.

I understand your instincts.

She is your baby, after all.

But from now on, we
need to work together.

- Well, we gotta do something.

She's never going to stop.

- Actually, we don't
have to do anything

because she is going to stop.

Your mother has
the lobe cancer.

She's getting sicker every day.

She will deteriorate
and become hideous.

A monster, really,
or more of one.

Judging from the neural
plaque we observed

during that autopsy,
her mind will be

the first to go precipitously.

And the pain-- let's just say
death will be a relief for her.

- How long?

- A month, less.

This disease is terra
nova for everyone.

- That's one less problem.

- Eventually.

But if you prefer your organs
on the inside of your body,

I would suggest that you
steer clear as the disease

moves into its final stages.

She's already begun
hunting your kind.

- Why is no one here?

- People are here.

It was just short notice where.

- Where are his friends?

- Are you ready?

Andreas was a dreamer.

His dream was to make
everyone around him

happy, especially Destiny,
who he loved very much.

In their short time
together, he looked after her

and she looked after him.

And all he wanted
was to look after her

for the rest of their lives.

Andreas, you were my friend.

You were going to be my family.

I'm so sorry to see you go.

- So you just keep pounding
till your hand gets sore.

And just when you think
you can't pound anymore,

it goes soft.

Melts in your mouth with
a sweet, salty taste.

- Not in this mouth.

You know you're
gonna change your mind once you

chow down on mine. 'Cause
my conch fritters are

the toast of Duvall Street.

Hey, what are you staring at?

You got a problem
with a Brown man

kicking it with a white lady?

Didn't think so.

- Would you relax?

You're imagining things.

- Why was he staring?

- Because I'm not
wearing a bra.

Is something
wrong, I mean, with us?

Did I do something?

- No.

I have to work some things out.

- We're gonna get through this.

- Um, Andreas really
wanted to have kids.

He never stopped talking
about the babies.

And kids can be a real
pain though, too.

He died a hero.

Never forget that.

- What do you mean
he died a hero?

- Just in the sense
that he was good--

man, he was a good
man in a heroic way.

Good man.

It must be beautiful.

- No, it's not about village.

It's about sense of history.

- Excuse me.

Hey.

Everything all right?

- I want to be
alone with Andreas.

- Please.

Don't do this.

I'll pay you, I'll
give you whatever.

- Task, pause read back.

Task, search all
mentions of Dr. Deutsch.

33 mentions.

Shall I read them all?

- No.

Task, search state
licensing registries,

1946 to present
for "Auschlander,"

the first initial R, physician
or research scientist.

I have found
a Richard Auschlander,

retired 1993.

Current address 67 Maple Drive,
Bloomfield Hills, Michigan.

- Story time.

It's lunch.
We want a story.

- Yeah, man.

- Yeah, man, let's
hear something.

- Come on.

- Then, a story you shall have.

A story about loving.

There was a boy who fell
deeply, passionately in love

with a girl.

Certain natural
processes took place.

And she found herself with
child and yearned to marry.

But the year was 1959.

And they lived
in the State of Virginia,

where it was against the law.

He was white and she was Black.

So they went up
to our nation's capitol

to make her an honest woman.

When they returned,
they were arrested

because they were married.

They were loving.

- Did they fight it?

- To the Supreme
Court, June 1967.

They won.

That's why no one
can tell us who

to marry today,
because of loving,

Mildred and Richard Loving.

True story.

Eight years later, a drunk
driver hit their car.

Richard was killed.

Mildred lost an eye.

She never remarried.

I've spent a good deal of time
on my own, separate and apart,

wondering if I was
someone worth loving.

I'm pretty sure most
of us have felt that way

at one time or another.

Then the other day it
occurred to me, maybe

I'm the one who needs
to do the loving.

And you know what?

I haven't felt alone,
separate, or apart since.

- Hey.

- Beautiful service.

Very moving.

- I saw you speaking to Destiny
in the receiving line.

- Oh, yeah.

I never know what
to say, you know, death

being what it is and so forth.

Oh, "he's in a better
place" seems overused.

- I just spoke to her.

And she told me what you said.

Seemed to really land
with her in a good way.

- Yeah?

Oh, well, that's--
that's great.

To be honest, I was
a little worried.

- Yeah?

About what?

- You know, just what I said.

- Really?

Sounded good.

Which part?

- Shit.

Fuck, man, I really
don't have time--

- What did you tell her?

- I don't know.

Just that he was a hero.

- A hero?

- Yeah, I don't
know, something,

that he-- that he died a hero.

That's it.
That's it.

- We've been saying that
we don't know anything.

Now because of you, she
knows that we're lying.

- Shit I'm sorry.

- You're sorry?

Like that fucking matters now.

- All right, I'll fix it.

- How?

I-- I don't know.

All right, just
give me a minute.

I'll think of something.

- No, no, you
don't do anything.

You don't talk to anyone.

You don't do anything.

Just-- just don't!

- I don't know why I'm
poring over these files.

Because nothing in them
is going to help

us find your granddaughter.

Unless--

- Where's-- where's
the pendant?

Chungo, I left it right there.

I don't know.

- Well, you saw me put
it down there, right?

- Well, I don't
remember exactly.

- I remember, I
left it right there.

Oh, God.

Somebody broke in.

- I don't see any
signs of forced entry.

- I am not imagining this!

Well, did you
give anyone a key?

- No.

- Your daughter,
the guy that she's with?

- Isaac, I changed the locks.

It's gotta be
around here someplace.

I'll be right back.

- Hello, Dr. Deutsch.

- Who-- who are you?

- For our purposes,
a man who just injected

naloxone into your IV.

Hence the immediate withdrawal
reaction and the resurgent pain

caused by your underlying
condition, end-stage diabetes

with gangrene of the lower
extremities, I gather.

I apologize
for the inconvenience,

but we need to talk.

- Who's Dr. Deutsch?

I'm Richard Auschlander.

- Of course, you are.

When you were in Deutschland,
you were Deutsch.

But now you're in Ausland,
so you are an Auschlander.

It's clever.

I'm surprised you managed
to slip a pun by the OSS.

- What do you want?

- I don't care about
your service with Der Führer.

After all, we're both
accomplished in our fields

and understand that scientific
inquiry knows no partisanship.

I need to find one
of our colleagues.

You worked with him in Plum
Island after the war

and knew him as Ryan Dunbrack.

- I don't remember.

- Then let me clear your mind.

- I hope you like roses.

- Please, Roman, don't do this.

- I don't know exactly
why you're pulling away,

but I'm not going to let you.

What happened to that security
guard, that is not who I am.

I was just trying
to protect you.

And however many Hail
Marys I have to say to--

- You two know each other?

- You know each other?

This is my mother.

This is who I was
warning you about.

Annie, Ochoa, you
don't have a life,

so you're rooting
around in mine.

It's fucking pathetic.

- First Letha, now her?

You're quite the stick man,
fucking two of your sisters.

Only, you can't
put this one on me.

I haven't
seen him in 60 years.

- His interests, hobbies,
personal history, aliases,

locations he frequented.

- There was a--

a town in Western Pennsylvania.

- Hemlock Grove.

What for?

I have no
idea, other than he

was as obsessed with the place
as he was about the research he

was doing.

- What kind of research?

- Oh, weaponizing an aggressive
neoplasm he'd isolated.

- In rats?

- Yes.

- What else was he working on?

- Something about estuaries
and water temperature,

non-carbon morphology.

- For what purpose?

- I have no idea.

- Don't you find
it counterintuitive

that necrotic tissue
retains such a high degree

of nerve function?

I swear.

I asked to see his data.

I thought it-- it might
be relevant to the work I

was doing with Von Verschuer.

And he refused.

- The twin experiments.

You're from Birkenau.

Children.

You experimented on children.

Children.

They were going
to be dead soon anyway.

We gave them a better
life in the meantime--

food.

- You infected them so you
could watch them die.

You cut off their limbs
without anesthesia.

Remove their sexual organs.

- I was a scientist.

- Scientist?

You're a butcher.

- What-- what are you doing?

- What does it matter?

You're going to be
dead soon anyway.

It's good
you're eating again.

- It's not like I
have to worry about

fitting into a wedding dress.

- You let me worry
about getting

your money back, by the way.

- Thank you.

I could use some
right about now.

You guys seem like
you're doing OK.

New flat screen, Lexus.

Did Bajram hit the jackpot?

- He generally stays away
from talking about business.

- Sounds like Andreas.

- Me and Baj, it's all
don't ask, don't tell.

- Still, you hear
things, though, right?

If I got money coming to me
from his share of whatever,

it would help if I knew
what they were up to.

- Something with
the Croats up in Pottstown.

That's all I know.

And you didn't hear it from me.

- Oh, Shelley.

Oh.

- I missed you so much.

- Hey, where'd you go?

Are you OK?

- Where'd you find this?

- I didn't.

I didn't even notice it
till you pointed it out.

- It was you.

It was you this
whole time, playing

tricks on me, gaslighting me.

- I don't even know
what that means.

- Do not fuck with me!

Listen to me.

I can't help noticing that
something's going on with you.

Whatever it is, I
just want to help.

- I've got cancer.

It's in my body.

It's probably in my brain.

It's all over my skin.

That's why the guy
downstairs was staring at me.

I'm losing it.

I'm so scared.

- Show me.

Show me what scares you.

- You don't want to see that.

- Try me.

Does it hurt?

- Just to look at.

- My turn.

- Ouch.

- Compound fracture
of the radius.

The bone was sticking
right through the skin.

Three broken ribs,
and you can't see it,

but I cracked
my skull open too.

- My God, what happened?

Work related.

Dispute with
a client, actually.

- And what happened
to the client?

I let him live.

- I notice that about you.

You have kind eyes.

- I get that a lot.

- Do you, now?

Don't worry.

Mama's going to make
it all better.

- That is a no-no.

Ladies first.

So I'm gonna
come by every morning

after I drop off Charlie.

- You really don't
have to do that.

- Well, I'm gonna.

We're gonna get through this.

- I'm already doing better.

Bye.

- I'll get you some sheets.

- I'm not sure
I'm going to stay.

I just want to talk
about some stuff.

- Oh, no.

Of course, you're staying.

She'll have to call the cops
before I give you back.

- I'm not talking about
going back to mom's.

I left there a week ago.

- You never told me.

- I don't know what I was--

- She never told me.

She fucking lost you.

And she didn't tell me.

Mom didn't lose me.

I left on my own.

- Fucking cunt!

- Don't say that.

I hate that word.

- You're defending her?

- I'm not.

I'm-- I'm just telling
you what happened.

- You have no idea.

You have no fucking idea what
she is and what she's done.

I would fucking kill
her, except she'll be

rotting in hell soon enough.

- What do you mean?

- She'll be out
of our lives for good.

- Why?

Where is she going?

Is she sick?

- Yessiree, as good as dead.

- Oh my God.

- Come on, Shelley, the shit
that she did to you.

Jesus, she fucked you up
worse than what you're stuck

with looking at in the mirror.

- What are you
saying, I'm ugly?

- No, that's not what I meant.

- Why are you
talking like this?

- 'Cause it's
the fucking truth, OK?

You can hide in your pretty
poems all you want.

But in the real world,
people fuck each other over.

They shit all over you.

And if you're less shit
on and less fucked over,

maybe you win.

That's why I've done
everything I can,

everything I can to protect
you from that death cunt.

- I wanted advice from
someone I trusted.

This I could get from mom.

I made a mistake coming here.

- No, Shelley.

You're not leaving.

- You don't get to tell me what
I can do, neither does she.

Now, out of my way.

- Blinsky, research
project, amphibious breeding

in estuarine environments.

- Of course.

And what specifically
about that topic?

- Everything.

I want every study done
since 1946 summarized,

plus the names
of all the scientists

involved, living or dead.

Oh, and anything you can find
on sulfur-based life forms.

Also, I want you to know
that I'm done with this.

- You're quitting
artificial stimulants?

- Responsibly.

I've devised a detailed
program to wean myself

by gradually titrating
down the dosages,

thus avoiding the ravages
of abrupt withdrawal.

- May I say, sir, how pleased
I am that you are saying

yes to a clean and sober life.

There are no answers
in those pills,

sir, only pain and heartache
for you and for those who care.

- Blinsky.

- I can have the research
done by the end of the week.

- Tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?

- First thing.

Thank you, Blinsky.

- Oh, God.

- Another one?

I haven't seen you
in here before.

- It's good to know
someone's keeping track

of where I've never been.

- We don't get a lot of
outsiders coming through here.

- That's the scoop.

- Really?

Where would you be
getting the scoop?

- Around.

- And your interest being?

- Exploring my Croatian roots.

I hear a lot of bad
boys come in here.

I love me some bad
boys, especially

when they're my people.

- Well, you found
the right place.

Stick around.

- If the sun decided to be
a graffiti artist instead

of the center
of the solar system,

I imagine it'd paint
something like this.

- Hard to understand why
it's against the law to make

something so beautiful.

- I thought maybe
I scared you away.

- I scared myself.

- You OK?

- I guess I was just
wandering around,

looking for some answers.

- Did you find any?

- Not really.

Nothing that sounded
like the truth, anyway.

- The truth?

There is an endangered species.

But if you're
searching for truth,

you need a lantern
like Diogenes.

Ever heard of Diogenes?

- Tell me about him.

And leave
me all alone

- We begin our story
back in the days

of Alexander the Great.

Diogenes of Sinope, who was
to become one of the greatest

philosophers of the ancient
world, begged for a living,

and often slept in a large
ceramic jar in the marketplace.

- No luck finding Mr. Wrong?

- Uh, he probably would
have left me broken-hearted

and pregnant anyway.

- Trust me, you
dodged a bullet.

Right
there in your eyes

- Give us the usual
table, all right?

- Yeah, I like that.

Yeah, let's go.

- Hey, man.

OK, time to have
a little fun, eh, girls?

It's Peter.

Leave a message.

- Peter.

Peter, he's here.

The guy who killed Andreas
is here at a restaurant,

Little Zagreb in Pottstown.

Please, can you bring the guys.

Come.

Hurry, please.

- Hey.

I'm leaving town.

- The road out
of here is that way.

- OK, I want to explain first.

I owe it to you.

Roman, please.

I came here looking for my
mother, and I heard about you.

So I tracked you down.

And when I saw you, I
thought you were probably

like me, born with the caul.

I had to be certain.

- Well, you got your answer.

And you had a million
opportunities

to tell me what was up.
You didn't.

- I know.

I kept waiting
for the right time.

Not the blood bank, I
wasn't thinking straight.

- Bull shit!

You picked me up
at a bar wearing

a little black fuck-me dress.

Couldn't tear your eyes away
from me getting my dick sucked.

Then you followed me home.

- OK, yeah.

My feelings for you
are complicated, yes.

- It seems pretty fucking
straightforward to me.

Or was that all just
a part of your grieving

process for your dead
husband and kid?

- Whatever happened
between you and Letha

and then losing her like
that, and now Nadia,

I guess I thought
you, of all people,

might find it in your heart
to forgive me.

- Forgive you for what?

- Being so thoughtless
and selfish.

Please, Roman, I'm sorry.

- Is that it?

Is that your apology?

- From the bottom of my heart,
please believe me.

I mean, look
at me, I'm begging.

- Enough.

My strong sense is begging.

It's not what
your mouth does best.

- The way you talk about
our mother, her cruelty,

is that where you get yours?

- It's a shame.

It's a shame.

It's a shame you're my sister.

Because that was
some damn fine pussy.

- Is that what you want?

Is that what it takes
to earn your forgiveness?

Letting you fuck me?

- It's a place to start.

- You arrogant fucking prick!

- All right, well,
see you boys tomorrow.

- Night.

Oh my goodness.

All right.
Yeah.

Where's my jacket?
Let's go.

- All right.

- Let's go.

Thanks again.

See you boys again tomorrow.

- Night.

- Bye, bro.

- Go wait in the car,
all right?

- Peter, it's him.
- Put it down,

- Peter, it's him.
That's the guy who--

- Put the knife down.

Let it-- put down the knife.

Put it down.

- What the fuck?

- Get in the car now!

- No, Peter, no.

- You know him!
- No.

- Yes, he looked right at you.

- Because you were
going to knife him.

- He has Andreas's watch.

- What watch?

- The watch that I gave
him a few days ago.

- You were gonna stab
somebody because of a watch

that could have been
one of 100 watches?

- He's getting away.

Why are you letting
him get away?

It's him, I know it.
- You're not thinking right.

- I know it's him.
- You were gonna get killed.

- I know it's him.
- He could've killed you.

- I know!
- I can't lose you.

- I know it's him.

So we get some of the guys
to do something.

Call the cops.

Fucking do something, Peter!

I know it's him.

I know.

- You have to drop it.

- We have to do something.

- Drop it.

Expect
lows in the mid 20s overnight.

Now we have some breaking news.

We just
received news of another murder

in Hemlock Grove.

Daniel Garcia, 59, has
been found brutally

murdered in the mansion
that was once

the home of industrialist JR--

- Isaac?

Mr. Garcia was a property

manager on the estate.

Police have not released--

- If you change your mind,
you can chow down on mine.

'Cause my conch fritters are
the toast of Duvall Street.

What are you staring at?

Got a problem with a Brown man
kicking it with a white lady?

Actually, I was born rich,
then got really poor,

and got really rich,
and then poor again.

Shh.

He can hear us.

- What do I have to do
to make you stay?

- We'll see each other soon.

911,
what's your emergency?

There's a man
on the sidewalk passed out.

I don't think he's breathing.

What's the address?

- You recognize the voice?

The Nestor
building on Hope Road.

I don't know the number.

Paramedics are on their way.

Is the man injured?

All I
know is he won't wake up.

- It's not gonna get me.

It's-- it's trying
to take my mind.

No.
No, no, no.

No, no, no.

No fucking way.

I am not the fucking disease.

It's not going to kill me.

What you were gonna
do to Shelley,

you're gonna do for me--

a body.

A body.

A body, you're gonna
stick me in it.

No cancer, no fucking disease.

I don't give a shit how
you do it, but you will.

Or you'll end up in my closet
like that other motherfucker.