All language subtitles for Hemlock Grove -S03E07 (Todos Santos)

- Pryce.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Pick up the phone.

Oh, God.

Hello, Olivia.

- Oh, God.

Thank God, Johann.

You're alive.

- Yeah, no thanks to you.

Look, I get it.

You weren't exactly
compos mentis.

You were desperate,
but if you want my help,

you're going to have to muster
a little more self-restraint.

- I'm sorry.

No
more physical assaults.

Understood?

- Yes, of course.

After
your little homicidal display,

I couldn't sleep.

So I've been up all
night, on your behalf,

and I'm close to figuring out
the bugs on your transfer.

- Well, that's wonderful.

Agreed.

- OK, let me throw on some
clothes, and I'll be over ASAP.

- No, no, no, no.

I still need a few more hours.

Oh, and by the way,
exactly what "other

motherfucker hanging
in the closet" were

you referring to last night?

Olivia?

- Mm, you brought this
on yourself, Isaac.

I thought you were
different than the others.

But you're all the same.

All the same.

You leave a girl hanging.

Well, at least today's Tuesday.

We could have been happy.

Why did you have
to fuck everything up?

Goodbye, Isaac.

There's no
dignity in dying.

Oh, God.

- Yeah.

Goodbye, Isaac.

Hello, Chango.

What's your take?

- I
- just have one thing

to say to all the flat-earthers
and anti-science kooks

out there, put
the crack pipe down.

- This can't be
the right place.

- The address is
on the invoice.

- Those fucking
morons in dispatch.

- Tell me if that
needs a little paprika.

All right.

There you go.

Is there
a Shelley Godfrey here?

I-- I'm Shelley.

We've got a delivery for you.

Oh.

Uh-- here.

I don't have any money.

Oh, it's, uh, prepaid.

I just need your signature.

- Blankets, toilet
paper, toothpaste,

toothbrushes, batteries,
flashlights, mittens.

"Stay warm.

I love you, Roman."

He sent this?

- Looks like we
got us an angel.

- Imagine my surprise
when I found out

that the crazy lady with the
knife is the fiancee of the guy

that you handed over.

And your cousin.

Don't you
think that's funny?

- What do you want?

- That chickenhead
attacked me on my turf,

in front of my people.

How the fuck does
she know so much?

She'd already be dead,
but you stepped up

and you did the right thing.

So I'm gonna give
you one last chance.

Get a leash on her,
or you both get murked.

- She won't be a problem.

I'll take care of it.

- No more warnings.

Get the fuck out of here.

With the
panspermia and intermingling

with protoplanetary disks,
a multifarious amount of marine

algae incorporates arsenic
into complex organic--

Mi
mama love-a mia

Mi mama love-a mia

Mi mama love-a mi--

What
are you doing here?

- I-- live here.

- Stay back.

Dr. Pryce here.

I've apprehended
an intruder in my quarters.

Send security right away.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

This must be some
sort of neural ghosting

from the previous
consciousness transfer.

- Acute anterior
phenyl discord,

being an indicator of synaptic
receptor obstruction.

- Quite so.

- My presentation in Geneva
clearly states, Mac-nam.

Third door to the right.

Doctor will see you now.

Unhappy.

Mac-nam.

- Subject appears
to be suffering

from cognitive dysphoria--
- Tiny fingers.

- --and disassociated
personality.

- Tiny, purple lunchmeat--

- Fragmentation--

- Resembles substructure--

which
suggests complications

from prior
experiments, full stop.

- Where am I?

Doctor from big tower.

Why is this?

- You have no memory
of how you got here?

Well, I'm not surprised
given the amount

of Rohypnol in your system.

Roofies?

You were drugged.

- Like for sexing a woman?

- Also used by the muggers
who attacked you last night.

- Attacked?

- Thankfully, you had the
presence of mind to come here.

We admitted you
for observation.

- Am I OK?

- Oh, yes, by the grace of God.

But I still want
to see you back here

next Tuesday for a follow-up.

Everything's fine.

Get this man some
clothes and see to it

that he gets home safely.

Ongoing clinical
observation of the subject

will be required to determine
the underlying cause

and extent of these
pathologies, full stop.

- You look like
you've got ringworm.

- What do you want from me?

I'm losing my mind.

You don't exist.

- Oh, my God.

What is truth?

What is fable?

Where is Ruth?

- And where is Mabel?

If one is aware that one
is losing one's mind,

one can't really be
losing it, right?

- What are you asking me for?

I don't exist.
- Go away!

Shoo!

Skedaddle.

Is that Isaac's phone?

- He left it to me in his will.

You were right.

This, uh, creep who took
up with your daughter

is not a good person.

OK, here's the plan.

First, we go drill this
Queequeg Antwerp a new asshole.

- "We"?

- Then we go to the tower and
we drill Pryce a new asshole.

New assholes for everybody.

Gonna
be a beautiful day.

And a toothbrush,
toothpaste.

- Any number on those?
- Um--

Two.
Oh.

Sorry,
yes, toothbrush.

You're welcome.

Uh, you can--

Yeah.

Here.

- Hey.
- All right.

Where is it?
Where is it?

Go long!
Go long!

Hi.

I'm big, but harmless.

Don't be scared.

I'm not.

- Welcome to Rooster Poot.

- "Poot"?

- Yeah.

It means, uh-- have we met?

- No.

Is there somewhere
we can speak alone?

My name's
Shelley, by the way.

- Yes, I know.

How did you come
to live in such a place?

Well,
it's a long story.

I'm not sure I'll
ever understand it.

It must seem quite awful here.

- Actually, I find
it quite beautiful.

- Really?

- Wow.

You like to read.

Always.

- My name is Annie.

I'm your sister.

It's true.

Your half-sister, actually.

- I know my dad
had a reputation

as a bit of a playboy
when he was young--

- It isn't a father we share.

It's our mother.

- No.

I would have known.

When I was born,
she was very, very young.

Not married, so--

- You're so beautiful.

It must have broken her
heart to give you up.

- She told me that it did.

- And my brother, does he know?

- Yes.

- He never told me.

- He just found out himself.

You know what I noticed
in your brother's house?

Not a single book.

And a house without books is
like a mind without thoughts.

- Why have you come?

- You were going
to kill him in public?

How stupid can you be?

- Fuck you.

If you mess with
him, he will come after you.

And you will end up
in the ground next to Andreas.

Is that what you had
in mind for your honeymoon?

- He was wearing the watch.

- Fuck the watch!

The watch came from
a fucking assembly line!

Hey, come on.

Just give me time, OK?

Hell, I'll find
out who did this.

- Where have you been lately?

And why do you keep
ducking my calls?

And where the fuck is my car?

- I told you.

We woke up
and Andreas was gone.

I waited.

I stayed, and he
didn't come back,

so I caught a ride home
with one of the other guys.

I figured he'd find his
way back eventually.

- So why didn't you tell
that to the cops yesterday?

- There was nothing to tell.

- So everything was
cool that night?

- Yeah.

- You guys have fun?

- What difference
does that make now?

- Because I want to know!

What did you do?

Did you get a stripper?

- Yeah.

Yeah, Roman sent
them up as a gift.

- "Them."

So there were more.

Two, more?

- Yeah, there were two.

- The cops called me
down to the station.

They played that 911
recording of the guy

who found Andreas's body.

- So?

- So whoever made
that call sounded

like he was trying
really, really

hard to disguise his voice.

- How do you know
they're disguising

their voice if you don't know
who it was in the first place?

- Because he sounded
like a fucking robot!

Why are you trying
to defend this guy anyway?

I'm not.
I'm not!

- I know that there's something
you're not telling me.

Either you're trying
to cover for someone,

or you're trying to protect
my feelings, but don't.

Because I'm strong
and I can take it.

We have never hidden
anything between us before.

Don't let this be the thing
that breaks us apart.

- Three boxes of assorted
week-old bread and,

uh, five crates of sweetie
frosted rice flakeys.

- Not very much.

- Well, it's enough
to eat well tonight.

Let's get moving.

Shelley's mom.

How'd you find me here?

- Tell him he doesn't
get to ask the questions.

- Never mind about that.

I don't know what you're
up to, but I'm not

buying the Mother Teresa act.

I know what you've done.

So how'd it feel?

Did you hear the bone snap?

- Come on.

Admit it.

It was a little bit exciting
deep down, wasn't it?

- Would you stop it?

- Stop what?

- Did you hear
your victim scream?

- No.

That was 20 years ago.

- Still dead,
though, I imagine.

- I served my time.

- You skipped out
on your probation.

- I was just a kid.

- There's an outstanding
warrant for your arrest.

- Ma'am, I'm taking
good care of Shelley.

Oh, I
just bet he is.

- And I'm feeding people.

Trying to make my life
worth something.

- Do you think I give
a fuck about your life?

I suggest you get
into your beater

and get gone permanently.

- But Shelley--

- I ever hear her name
in your mouth again,

and you will beg to be
incarcerated to get

out from under my shit rain.

Walk away now,
and I will consider

not telling my daughter what
a vicious, fraudulent little

prick you really are.

You coming?

- You OK, boss?

Yeah.

- So what happened
to the story we came up with?

Hmm?

Look, the cops came
and visited Destiny yesterday.

How long do you
think it's going

to be before they land on us?

We need to get
our story straight.

Should we go over it again?

We met at the warehouse.

We said hello
to Shandor and the guys,

and then we went to the cabin,
and we got blasted.

Let's say we ordered
a couple of strippers.

No.

We'll say Roman sent them up.

You know, at least
we can stick to that.

- Two whores.

- No, strippers.

- All right, two strippers.

They worked out on each other.

Roman brought them, and then--
- No, no, no.

Roman wasn't there.

He sent them up.

- They brought a tough
guy because those girls,

they always come with security.

- No guy, just the women.

Look, they came, we partied.

You know, they left.

We played cards.

We crashed.

When we woke up, Andreas wasn't
there, and we waited for him,

he didn't come back.

That's not so hard, is it?

- Who the fuck are you?

Walking in here, telling
people what to do.

I told you, you and--

and Destiny, you could both
go and fuck yourselves.

- Destiny figured out
that Milan is involved.

- Yeah?

How'd she do that?

- I don't know, but she
went after him last night.

- You better put a fucking
muzzle on that bitch,

otherwise, I'm going to--
- Come on!

I'm already taking serious
heat from Milan, all right?

He's-- he's going to come
after all of us if we

don't get our shit straight.

- Yeah.

"Our shit."

Yeah?

I'm calling the shots now.

- Yeah.

- So you and your problems--

you need to step the fuck away.

- Health, youth,
and vitality are essential,

as is a strong mind.

You don't want
your prodigious intellect

uploaded into a cortex
with insufficient capacity.

- What's that fucking
brown nose up to?

- Quiet.

You wouldn't be bullshitting
me now, would you, Johann?

Because we know
how that plays out.

- Olivia, we've been over this.

- Game recognize game, homie.

What's your hustle?

A successful outcome is
in our mutual best interests.

- Whatever the fuck that means.

I cannot
stress strongly

enough how important it is
that you find an Upir host.

You stand a far better
chance of reducing

neural transfer rejection.

- What's that?

- Nothing you need
to worry about

if you listen to my
instructions to the letter.

- But where are
you going to find--

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Not me, you.

I'll do the transfer
procedure, but you're

going to find your own host.

And you're going
to have to move fast.

You're going to be trying
to find a viable candidate

from a demographic that's
been ravaged by disease and

homicidal violence
and whose already

small number is certainly
dropping precipitously.

- I don't know any Upirs.

I don't even like Upirs.

- And I'm sure I
needn't mention

that because of your condition,
it would behoove you to get on

it sooner rather than later.

- Sooner rather-- sooner
rather than later.

Got it.

It's as soon as--

Where am I going to find
an Upir that fits the bill?

- Well, you gotta
know somebody.

Hey, remember that guy you used
to cheat on your husband with?

- Norman?

He's dead.

- Not Norman.

The guy you were cheating
on both JR and Norman

with, if one can be said
to be cheating on the man

that one's already cheating
on one's husband with.

- Benson Charles.

I had all three of them
dancing my tune.

Ended badly.

Caught that fucker
cheating on me.

- Got to let that go, girl.

Water under the bridge.

- Maybe.

Might even get a good
laugh out of it.

How I found lipstick
on his drawers.

- Cocksucker red.

Cocksucker red?

That's funny.

- Just tell him
to do it for me.

Oh.

I should
get one of those.

And then I ask him,
"What happened to Shandor

and all those other people?"

And he tries to tell
me that, "Oh,

maybe work was slow and Shandor
gave him a few days off."

And when he saw that that
wasn't sticking, he said, "Hey,

we're Gypsies.
We disappear.

That's what we're good at."

And I said, "Yeah, maybe you're
good at being full of shit."

- Andreas is dead.

All those other
people are missing.

And they expect
us not to notice.

What the fuck?

Hey, babe.

Hi, girls.

I'm just here
for my bowling stuff.

There it is.

- Baj, sit.

- OK.

I'm sorry for your loss.
- Yeah, I know.

You told me at the funeral.

- Oh, yeah.

I still am.

- Thank you.

I just wish I was there with
him at the end, you know.

But at least he was surrounded
by his friends having

fun, right?

- Yeah.

- What kind of fun?

- Uh-- Roman
brought a stripper.

- I thought Roman wasn't there.

- Yeah.

That's right.

He wasn't.

- So how many
strippers were there?

- Uh-- strippers--

- Peter said three.

- Three.

That's it.

- Three's a lot of strippers.

- Yeah, there were two.

Two-- two were there,
but then one left, and

then another one came back.

Two-- two more came back.

- So what about this sex tape
everyone's been talking about?

- Who-- who told you that?

How did you find
out about that?

I heard you
whispering about it

on the phone the other
night with one

of your asshole buddies.

Look, it was
a home movie kind of thing.

- What did Andreas
have to do with it?

Was it like a porn thing with
the strippers or something?

- I don't know.

- Was Andreas in it?

- I don't know.

I didn't see it.
I just heard about it.

- When was the last
time you saw Andreas?

- At the funeral.
- Alive.

- At the party.

At the party.

And then he must have
gotten up before I--

before I woke up
because I didn't see him.

So, I-- babe, I'm sorry.

I got to go to the toilet.

Yeah, you go to the toilet.

Andreas
made his choices.

I knew what I was getting
with him, but I just thought--

we would have
a little more time.

It's weird, but the worst
part of this

is knowing that
Peter is lying to me.

- Well, you guys were so close.

- Well, we shared everything
together, our whole lives.

Us against the world.

When can
I see you again?

Soon, I hope.

- You are coming back, right?

- Where is your friend Aitor?

I'd like to meet him.

- He's probably out on runs.

I think you'd like him.

I know I would.

- Well, then you'll
just have to come

back and meet him yourself.

Just promise you
won't disappear.

- You're a blessing
to us all, Shelley.

God loves you especially.

Never forget that.

I'm
thinking about my baby

When she used to lay--

- I only got a few minutes.

I'm late for a board meeting.

What's up?

- I'm going to tell
Destiny the truth.

All of it.

- We've already discussed this.

You can't do that.
It's not an option.

- I don't care.

I'm sick of lying, and she's
going to find out anyway.

- Peter--
- No.

You've got
to trust me on this.

- No, I'm done.

- OK, you do what you want, but
don't drag me into this hole

you're digging yourself into.

You're going to lose her.

You know that, right?

Mrs. Charles?

- Yes?

- Olivia Godfrey.

Ben and I were friends
many years ago.

- I'm afraid the wake
was yesterday.

- What?

- Yesterday.

Well, but here you are.

No sense standing
out in the cold.

Please, do come in.

I was just putting up a kettle.

Would you like some tea?

- A wake?

Benson had quite
a few female friends.

It was a weakness of his.

But we all have
our imperfections.

It's what makes us what we are.

- And what we are is
very much the same.

- Oh, I'd already guessed that.

Benson's taste in the ladies
ran exclusively to Upir.

Please.

I'm actually going
to miss his lame alibis

and dumb excuses for all his
various trysts and liaisons.

It was rather entertaining.

This
one's a keeper.

We're done.

Not so fast.

- I'm sorry?

- Would you mind
telling me how Ben died?

- Oh, ironically, Ben was
supposed to go to Toronto

for some sort
of emergency conference

about this dreadful surge
in Upir-on-Upir violence.

Ironically, Ben was murdered by
one of those things on the way

to the airport.

- Dear God, no.

To be honest,
my doctor's surprised

I even survived
the shock of losing him.

- Oh.

You know how those shrinks are.

Anything to keep you coming
back for those 45-minute hours.

- Oh, it was my cardiologist.

Congenital heart defect.

Rare in Upirs, apparently.

Hmm.

Well, I could go at any minute.

I do hope they find
some answers up in Toronto.

This really is getting scary.

- Well, who's all going
to be at this gathering?

- Oh, all the heavy
hitters in our tribe.

Invitation's around here
somewhere with all the details.

Hmm.

You really are an inspiration.

All alone, and so very brave.

- Hmm.

Well, Ben would have
expected nothing less of me.

- Oh.

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?

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.

- Could you play
it again, please?

There's a
man on the sidewalk passed out.

I don't think he's breathing.

- Hello.

What's the eminent Dr. Pryce
got you working on these days,

if you don't mind me asking?

- Amphibious adaptation and--

breeding habits
in estuarine environments.

Interesting.

Which ones?

All of them.

- Why?

- Because Dr. Pryce told me to.

Where have you been, anyway?

- I've been out with
the flu, but I'm--

I'm better now.

- You shouldn't have come
back in if you're still sick.

- I'm not contagious, and Pryce
needed me to gather some data

for the quarterly meeting.

- Yeah, well-- take
your non-contagious contagion

elsewhere, would you?

That growth in this sector
has exceeded our projections

for three of the last
four quarters

and is a full 27%
above real revenue

for the same quarter
of the last year.

After a standard
cost of materials

rise of 3%, an admirable 19%--

Something
troubling you?

You look unhappy.

- If I want a shoulder
to cry on, I'll call you.

from our expansion here.

- Peter got himself jammed
up with some idiot Gypsy

friends of his.

- I never understood what you
saw in that boy, huh, unless--

- Unless what?

- Well, I've always wondered
if your relationship

was more than--

he is a very handsome
young man, is he not?

That's
way out of line, Pryce.

Way off base.

No need
to get defensive.

It's not an illogical
assumption.

Oh, it's
a wrong assumption.

- You make it sound like I'm
accusing you of a high crime.

Now going forward, one
of our major initiatives

will be to increase demand.

- Is my mother dead yet?

- Not since the last time
you asked me yesterday.

pharmaceuticals that
Godfrey Industries has pushed

through clinical trials.

- It'll be strange to live in
a world without Olivia in it.

developing
products portfolio

will be the key to creating
awareness in our customers

that there is relief
available for those diseases

that previously they may
have been unaware they

were suffering from.

It should be noted that 38%
of our cumulative expenditures

for this quarter have been
attributed to marketing.

- Roman, for the love
of Christ, get down!

- Drop your weapon!

Well, well, well.

- Clear a surgical
suite 4, stat, and

have the full clearance
emergency OR team standing by,

and the consciousness
transfer apparatus

wheeled in and booted up.

Move!

Time is short!

- Jesus fucking Christ.

- The body was
depleting blood supply

and draining brain
function, what's left of it.

If I could keep his frontal
lobe viable long enough,

by pumping super-oxygenated
blood through it,

we could get a glimpse
into his short-term memory.

Increase blood flow
to 1,000 cc's per minute,

1 amp epi, and drop the pump
temp to 34 Centigrade.

Capture venous return,
oxygenate it, and send it back.

God damn it, Blinsky, do it!

- He said he was off this week
with the flu, but this is--

- No, no, no, no.

Not the flu.

Do you smell that?

The rotten egg smell?

Sulfur.

I detected that earlier
in the boardroom.

Now Spivak must have gotten his
clutches on our young friend.

I can capture
the electrical output

of Trevor's visual cortex to an
enhanced computer visual system

I've been developing.

The technology's still
enough for testing,

so it'll be a crap shoot.

Damn it.

It's just as I feared.

Trevor's brain is no longer
capable of

disambiguous thought.

Now, what's needed
is a healthy mind

to boost the signal, to
function as a router of sorts

that will amplify
the neural impulses,

giving clarity to whatever's
left of memory.

- I'll do it.

No, the procedure
is not without risk.

We'll use a janitor or some
other undocumented worker

in case of malfunction.

- There's no time
for that, doc.

Hook me up.

- OK, let's do it.

- You like?

- Hmm.

- Built to last.

Legs from here
to there, pleasantly

conjoining where they conjoin.

- Yes.

- Real Deal Holyfield.

- Is that all your Neanderthal
gender can think about?

What about her mind?

- I thought it was
gonna be your mind.

This is just the vessel
to hold it in.

- It's just plain
disrespectful, the way

you're objectifying her.

- So is this little
slice of heaven

coming home with us or what?

- Are you serious?

She could hire herself out as a
can opener with that overbite.

Hold that
thought for a moment.

Hold it.

Hold it.

- Burst suppression alpha coma.

Intermittent delta.

Approaching flatline.

You're losing him.
- I can see that, Blinsky.

You idiot!

I'm standing right here.

He's gone.

Fuck.

- Wait.

One eye's operating
in the complete absence

of electro-cerebral activity.

I'm going need to do
an immediate enucleation.

Blinsky, get me a number 4
ocular retraction speculum.

- They're all
in the primate lab.

Should I go get them?

- No, no, there's
not enough time.

Goddamn it.

Why do I have to do
everything myself?

Out, vile jelly.

God damn you, Spivak.

Johann Pryce.

Oh, you're looking well,
which is most unfortunate.

Do you know in all
the years we lived

in the same shitty
little town, never

once did you invite
me over to your lab?

But then, you were
a world-renowned scientist,

and I, a humble country doctor.

- You fucked up, Spivak.

You got a lot of my board
members killed,

but you missed Pryce and me.

Oh, well, thank
you for your clarification

of the completely obvious,
you obnoxious little turd.

- I've mapped your genome.

I know everything
about you down to

your base nucleic couplings.

Then you get two
gold stars next to your name

and can be the hall
monitor these last days.

You're
a sulfur-based life form.

Unique?

Yes.

Capable of surviving under
the harshest conditions?

Yes.

But an Earth-based life
form made of flesh and blood

and quite mortal.

Circle gets the square.

Bravo.

- We're going
to find you, Spivak,

and I'm going to kill you,
you sick Jormungandr fuck.

Well, good luck
with that, golden boy.

Oh, and by the way, thank
you for fathering Nadia.

She has been very,
very useful to me.

You have no idea.

And a nice facility
you got here, Johann.

Trevor, mm-hmm, gave me
a cook's tour before he met

with your board of directors.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Well, my, uh, my fellow
peers, thank you.

Welcome.

Thank you for coming.

Who's that?

I've proceeded
in my own research--

- Norville Knox.

Revolutionized
hemodialysis, created

synthetic immunoglobulin,
holds dozens of patents.

He made a fortune in med tech,
worth north of a billion.

What I wouldn't
do to get my hands

on a piece of that action.

- --nor is it contained
to North America.

Five Upir killed in Sydney,
Australia, last three days,

14 in Tokyo, 44 in Kuala
Lumpur, hundreds more

in Moscow, Madrid, Tangiers,
Montevideo, Mexico City.

It is a global
problem, and it's

accelerating exponentially.

We need to determine
how and why.

It would appear
that we are falling

sick and devouring our own.

I have no explanation
for any of this,

since no specimens have been
properly examined, thus far.

So I am in a bit
of a standstill.

- If you had a big
cock and his money--

- I'd rule the world.

- Hmm.

- Blinsky, I need you
to run the pattern

recognition comparisons
against NOAA satellite images.

- That rooftop
could be anywhere.

Anywhere it's winter.

Which, at this
time of the year,

narrows it down
to Northern America,

Canada, Northern Europe,
Russia, Mongolia, and--

I
know where it's winter.

- Oh, and Blinsky,
before you get started,

cancel my dinner with Randolph.

And please send flowers
along with my apologies.

It's going to be a long night.

Go home.

Roman.

Relax.

Data still needs
to be analyzed.

If there's anything
further, I will call you.

- All right.

Destiny?

Well, I didn't expect
to see you again.

- I came to say goodbye.

- Yeah, that's what you
said last night before you

fucked me like a honey badger.

- I thought we could part
civilly like adults, but--

So what does that mean?

"I'm leaving," or "Please,
Daddy, fuck me some more"?

- I wish I'd never touched
you in the first place.

I hate myself for it.

- You should, but yet
here you are, showing

up, looking for seconds.

- OK, so what about you?

You claim to love Miranda
and care more than anything

for the child you fathered,
but you carry on with me--

like they don't exist.

- Yeah, well, as far as I'm
concerned, we're done.

I'm done.

- Yeah.

Over and out.

By the way, I hate roses.

They're only good for covering
up the smell of the dead.

Fuck.

What does she want?

Let's just be quiet.

Maybe she'll go away.

- Where the fuck is Peter?

- I thought he was with you.

He's not here.

- He's been hiding from me.

Search the place.

He's not here.

- You know he's been lying
and lying to cover for his lies

ever since he came
back to Hemlock Grove

and you two dusted off
your little sister act?

- Not my problem.

- Yeah, it is
your fucking problem

because I know you're involved,
and I want to know how.

- You're out of your mind.

Who were
the strippers you sent?

- What were their names?
- What?

- I want to talk to them.

- I have no idea what
the fuck you're talking about,

but you're starting
to piss me off.

So why don't you turn yourself
around and go the fuck home.

- Tell me how Andreas's
body was found.

- How should I know?

There's a guy

on the sidewalk passed out.

I don't think he's breathing.

- What did Peter--

what did Peter tell you?

- It was you.

You were the voice on the tape.

- What did he say?
- Nothing.

He was covering your ass.

I figured it out all by myself.

What did this guy on the
pavement who wasn't breathing

look like?

Did he look like Andreas?

Did he look like Andreas
with a fucking bullet

in the back of his head?

Was the reason Andreas wasn't
breathing because of you, you

fucking piece of shit?

- Fuck it, and fuck you!

Andreas was too stupid
to be allowed to live.

All those people
died because of him.

- Bullshit.

- Have you seen that
guy Shandor lately?

Do you know why they
closed down the warehouse?

All of them dead
because of Andreas.

- Lies.

- I didn't have anything
to do with his death.

Peter did.
- No, you're lying!

- He didn't have a choice.
- Andreas wasn't like that.

- No fucking choice.

It was that or more
people were going to die

- Ever since you came into
Peter's life, it's been one--

- Peter was trying
to protect you.

- I'm not fucking
listening to you!

I fucking hate you!

Peter was
protecting you,

and I was just trying
to help him out.

So don't you come into my house
and walk over me with

your "fuck-you"
shoes and tell me

what I did or didn't
do to your lowlife,

piece of shit boyfriend.

Roman, please.

We've got to take
her to a hospital.

Roman, please.

Call 911.

Hurry, please.

Roman.

What are you doing?

How could you?

How could you?

Will you kill me, too?

"A fire devours before him,
and around him a tempest rages.

He summons the heavens
above and the Earth

that he may judge his people.

"Gather to me these consecrated
people who made a covenant

with me by sacrifice."

And the heavens proclaim
his righteousness,

for he is a God of justice."

As you walked into the room

You saw him and you knew

You could see it in his eyes

And on his body too

Skin and bones

He was just--