All language subtitles for Hemlock Grove -S03E08 (Dire Night on the Worm Moon)

- I can't thank you
enough for arranging

this on such short notice.

- Well, times like
these, we have to move

quickly and stick together.

- That's so true.

Well, I've climbed
Mount Everest twice,

and that's not something
one does on one's own.

Beating this disease is--

it's an even taller
mountain to climb.

- Well, think of Godfrey as the
sherpa on whose back Hilary--

somebody rode
to Everest's summit.

- Huh.

Well, Sir Edmund
didn't actually

ride on Tenzing Norgay's back.

- Well, however he got there,
we'll be right there with you.

- Right.

- Norville Knox.

- Godfrey's very
own 10 Hot Norway.

- Dr. Johann Pryce, of course.

I'm an aficionado of your work.

Your paper
on glycosylated hemoglobin

led to some delicious
advances by my own team.

- It is an absolute
honor to meet you, sir.

May I congratulate you for
having utterly transmogrified

philanthropy from
a guilt-driven hobby

of the privileged to a dynamic
and transformative tool

that, when
systematically deployed

as you have done with such
insight and discipline,

has activated and energized
the scientific community

to levels of discovery
and innovation

never thought possible.

- Why don't you
just blow the guy?

- At least a dick in his
obsequious little mouth

would shut him up.

What?

- Well, I'm delighted
that a man of your stature

is just looking into this
wretched disease.

Now, is Dr. Pryce--

- Opir?

No, though the body
count he's racked up

beats both of ours combined.

In the name
of science, of course.

- May I?
- Yes, please.

By all means.

- I'll ask you to keep
the fawning to a minimum

when it's me in that body.

- No, you're not playing--

him?

- Handsome, check.

Opir, check.

Rich, double check.

- When you called, you said
he was coming to help us.

I thought--

- I was sitting right next
to him on his private plane.

What else was I
supposed to say?

- If we wipe his brain, it
will be a crippling blow

to everything I believe in.

- So it's a short list, then.

- This man is
responsible for shaping

the future of our civilization
through his patronage

to science.

- And yet, somehow, that future
never seemed to include you.

- No, I have access to the
Godfrey funds, the White Tower.

I want for nothing.

- Use your imagination.

His resources, his facilities,
they could all be ours.

Well, yours.

Or I'll just feast on him.

The scientific community will
crumble without his largesse.

I will die without
a surrogate body.

And your demonic perversions
masquerading as science

will be exposed
for the whole world to see.

- Impressive discovery, Pryce.

With our combined
resources, this thing

doesn't stand a chance.

- Quite so.

- Jesus, Johann, be a little
more careful with my new body,

will you, please?

- It's not yours.

Not yet.

Certain threats were
made about sharing

the fruits of my labor--

atrocities, I
believe you called

them-- with the authorities.

- I'm putting my life
in your bloody little hands.

Some insurance is only prudent.

When I'm certain you've held
up your end of the bargain,

I won't need any leverage.

- I'll perform the transfer.

You turn over whatever
information you have.

Do we have a deal?

I need to hear
you say the words.

- Oh, for fuck's sake, you're
such a suspicious little prick.

Yes, we have a deal.

This is your destiny.

I already know why
you're calling,

but if you're
feeling redundant,

state your need after the beep.

- D, honey, I got us breakfast.

- She's not here.

- Where is she?

- She didn't come
home last night.

I thought maybe she
crashed at your place.

- Well, she didn't.

- Where could she be?

- After all the lies
you've been telling her,

maybe she's on a bender.

- Destiny wouldn't do that.

And I came here to tell
her the whole story.

- Which version?

But your ass is covered no
matter what crock of shit

you and Baj are telling anyway.

I'm here every morning,
and I watch her cry

until there's nothing left.

I listen to her trying to
figure out how her cousin could

break her heart like this.

I'm there for her.

And you, ride or die,
go fuck yourself.

- I can't go back in time.

All I can do is try and find
her and make things better.

- You want to know what Destiny
was like before you showed up?

She was happy.

And all you
found out about this cabin

is that it's not
in Connecticut?

- Its connection to Essex and
Plum Island nearby-- it seemed

reasonable to assume that--

- Quit your yammering.

You have nothing.

- I do not have nothing.

I have a blinding
headache and a fucking

facial tic from playing Where's
Waldo for the last 37

hours straight.

- Do you think I give a fuck?

If you can't find this place,
I'll shitcan you myself

and find someone who can.

- Are you gonna kill me now?

- I'm not a murderer.

Go on, get it over with.

I'll make it easy for you.

- I'm not a murderer!

You saw what happened.

She came in here
shrieking at me after I

was almost gunned down.

Then she hit me.

I shouldn't have hit her back,
but no way did I mean for--

- What about after that?

- She was dying.

If Peter saw her like that,
it wouldn't have mattered

if it was an accident or not.

He would have come after me
until one of us was dead.

And he wouldn't have
stopped with just me.

You were there too.

I didn't have a choice.

You have to understand that.

- I understand, Roman.

I do.

- I didn't mean to hurt anyone.

- But you did.

And you'll have to learn
to live with that.

I took many lives when
I was finding my way.

It wasn't until I turned
my life over to the will of god

that I was able
to accept myself--

in spite of what I'd done.

Penance.

Atonement.

Forgiveness.

These aren't just words.

- That shit doesn't
work for me.

The fucking priest man
told me so himself.

- I don't know what
this priest told you

or what you think you heard.

But I do know this.

There are many rooms
in my father's house.

- For me, I'm 100% certain
there's no room at the inn.

Fuck.

Remember what happens if he
finds out-- to him, to you.

- Destiny didn't
come home last night.

Is she here?

- I haven't seen her
since the funeral.

- Please excuse me.

Sorry I have
to leave so soon, but

I'm late for an appointment.

- What about you?

Has she reached out to you?

- No, she didn't.

- Destiny probably just needs
some space after all this.

She'll turn up.

Come on.

I got something to show you.

- This was in Trevor's head.

- And so was I.
I saw all of it--

the cabin, Spivak, everything.

- This is big.

- We're so close.

We should head over
to the White Tower

and keep the pressure
on them to find this place.

- I can't do anything until
I know where Destiny is.

- I've got to say, I
think you're overreacting.

This is the break we've
been waiting for, Peter.

- I'm not going to be any use
to us until I'm sure she's OK.

What happened to your hand?

- I was shooting
in the boardroom, I told you.

Destiny's a grown-ass woman.

What are you so worried about?

- Everything.

I'm worried she
went to the cops

and they're keeping her on ice
somewhere, or Milan got to her,

and now Spivak's going
around letting up on people.

Who the fuck knows
what happened to her?

- She already went
after Milan once.

- Yeah, if he gets
a whiff that I

do not have her under control,
she's going to be fucked.

- So if she's
planning on taking

another run at this prick--

- Yeah.

What am I supposed
to do, ring his doorbell

and be like, hey, by the way,
my cousin's going to try

and murder you again?

In case you haven't
taken her out already.

- I have another approach.

- Have as much as you want.

It's crabapple juice.

It's supposed to be
an antioxidant,

which I guess is a good thing.

- I wasn't snooping.

- This palace is
for the enjoyment

of all who enter within.

Oh.

- I was worried about you.

Where have you been?

- I needed a think--

a deep one, which I do best
when I'm by my lonesome

and when I have
my thinking cube.

It's my re-imagining
of a cultural icon--

blue symbolizing blue.

- What did you need
to think about?

- Butterflies.

- Butterflies?

- Well, the monarch butterfly
congregates in Maine

during the warmer
months because

of its fondness for milkweed.

I was thinking about hitting
the road, getting a look see.

It's supposed to be
a sight so beautiful

it moved God to invent
the eyeball so we could see it.

- You're leaving?

- I was hoping to change that
to the first person plural.

Two of us, open
road, butterflies.

We could leave tonight.

I sense reluctance.

- They treat me bad
enough around here.

Why would it be
different anywhere else?

I'm a big freak.

- I believe it was Jimi
Hendricks who urged us

to wave our freak flag high.

You, being taller
than most, are ideally

suited to do just that.

It's time for you to get
out there, go some of those

places you've only read about.

I'd be honored
mightily if you'd have

me as your fellow traveler.

- Big decision.

- Yeah, as decisions
go, probably--

which will require a think.

And this.

- Olivia.

Olivia.

Congratulations.

The transfer was a success.

Meet the new you.

- Oh, my god.

I'm-- I'm--

- What is it?

Visual discrepancies?

Blurred vision?

Haloing?

- I'm-- I'm a fucking hunk.

- I take that you mean
your condition is satisfactory?

- Oh, better than satisfactory.

I feel-- I feel healthy.

Oh, it's been so long I've
forgotten what it's like.

And my mind--

I've got my mind back.

Oh, that little bastard
is finally gone.

- What little bastard?

- Never mind.

Wow.

This is what all
the fuss is about?

- I'm swinging
one of these, now

I'm just plain better than
every woman on the planet?

I could get used to this.

Ooh.

Ooh.

Mm.

Sheesh.

Doesn't take much
to get it excited.

- You'll have the rest
of your unnaturally long life

struggling to avoid
all the trouble

your new friend gets you into.

But right now, it's time
to follow through on our deal.

You get rid of your leverage,
then we get rid of the old you.

- Snuffed out in our sleep
after such a valiant struggle.

Sad.

- No, but here you are,
ready to carry the torch.

It's not a death.

It's more like a rebirth.

- Still, I'd like to do
something for her.

Send her out on a high note.

- What exactly did
you have in mind?

- I need to take the new
body out for a test drive

before you 86 the old one.

God knows she could use a lay.

- Your narcissism
truly knows no bounds.

After you've finished,
I expect you to hold

up your end of the bargain.

- Yeah, sure.

Fine.

Whatever you want.

- Then by all means,
Olivia, go fuck yourself.

- Olivia.

- Are you-- are we--

did it work?

- Mommy, you have no idea.

- What?

What?

- However, comma,
previous experiments

have resulted in spontaneous
neural decompensation, comma,

possibly resulting
in death, which would be--

--highly desirable
and cause for celebration.

- Don't listen to him.

It is a blemish, that's all.

- I'm not telling you anything
we didn't already know.

- I am not horrific!

- OK, I overstated the case.

But, dear girl, you and I
both know you're not well.

- I warned you that
this would happen.

- Did you have a better
idea to keep me alive?

No.

- Both of you, stop it!

- Johann, she is batshit crazy.

- Crazy is not a dispositive
term, medically speaking.

- She's arguing with
an imaginary friend.

I'm pretty sure
that qualifies as

crazy pretty much everywhere.

- I am still here, and you are
going to treat me with respect.

Because without me,
you would not be me.

- Everybody pipe down!

Identity dissonance
would not be

an issue if we'd gotten
rid of the old anatomy,

as I'd recommended.

- Mm, you're right.

I think we need to get
rid of this thing,

the sooner, the better.

- Oh, first you
want to fuck me,

and now you want
to throw me away.

You really are
the perfect male specimen.

- Maybe next time
you'll listen to Chango.

There is a reason I'm
revered as a demigod.

- Honey, look.

This is what we wanted.

And I'm healthy for the first
time in who knows how long.

And I can see.

I can really see what this
disease has done to us.

- Is it really that bad?

- Can't you see that we just
want what's best for you?

- Do not patronize me.

- Olivia, meet Olivia.

- Hard nosing the highway?

- Aitor is leaving town.

- You're going with
him, of course.

- I'm thinking about it.

Dumpster dived this.

Not sure I can fit
everything in it, though.

- Always better to pack light.

- Not sure I want to go.

Finally have
somewhere I belong.

I have friends.

- You gotta put your tag
in different cities

if you want to be a legend.

- I don't want to be a legend.

- You pretty much already are.

Girl falls down,
next thing you know,

she's got 2 million views.

- How is that even possible?

- Nacho tweeted the link
to Snoop Dogg, got his co-sign.

Another million
hits, who knows?

He'll be rolling up here
wanting to produce your shit.

- What shit?

- You put this
place on the map.

- So why would I want to leave?

- You got to take this energy
that you got someplace new

and make your mark there.

And when you do, that place
will tag you right back.

You feel me?

- No.

But I don't think I'm cut
out for that kind of life.

- You owe it
to yourself to find out.

Damn.

Still missing something.

- Butterflies.

- That's real spit.

- I have run every test,
checked for cerebral ischemia

by monitoring
microcirculatory blood flow.

- Any HD fluorescence?

- You ever wonder if he
just makes this shit up?

- You close your yap.
I'll handle him.

- You ask me
a question, I answer it,

you tell me to close my yap.

- I don't care what
your tests say.

Something's not right with him.

- I know firsthand
how disconcerting it

can be to take a cold,
hard look at oneself.

And you, of all people.

- It's a living
nightmare, trust me.

- But the fact is this
was a successful transfer.

- You want me to believe that
thing has all my thoughts,

all my memories, everything
that makes me me?

- Unfortunately for him, yes.

But Olivia, we've
been through this.

- Oh, she understands
perfectly well how this works.

The old anatomy is
just getting cold feet.

- I am not letting
you get rid of me

until I know for sure
that me is the real me.

- You want to test me?

- Sure.

- OK.

Take your best shot.

- Ask him what our first
leading role was.

- What was our first
leading role?

- Lady Macbeth.

- Easy.

The real you would know
how you got the role.

- That's right.

And how did we get that role?

- Fucked the producer every
Sunday after the matinee

for the run of the show.

He would weep every
time he orgasmed.

- Mm, a detail I'd
just as soon forget.

- Oh, Chango must be
throwing a holy shit

fit about this
transfer business,

because he needs to find
another idiot's imagination

to become a figment of.

Is that proof enough for you?

If she wants to stick
around, who cares.

Let her suffer and die
a horrible death

while I'm living
large and getting

more ass than a toilet seat.

- There.

I would never say
something that vile.

- You're just jealous
because you know it's true.

I'm hitting my stride,
and you haven't

been able to walk
into a room and turn heads

since the Volstead
Act was repealed.

- You conceited bastard!

- OK, enough, enough,
enough, enough, enough.

Nobody is going anywhere as
long as this sword of Damocles

is hanging over my head.

- Oh, well, I'll
make the call for you

and end this little blackmail.

I know everything she knows.

- The individual entrusted
with chapter and verse

of his many crimes against
humanity answers only

to Olivia Godfrey.

- Mm-hmm.

- The real Olivia Godfrey.

- Olivia.

If you want to stick around and
watch nature run its course,

I can't stop you.

But there's something I
think you'd like to see.

- Really, Johann?
More rat porn?

- What you're about
to see is a test

subject in the advanced
stages of the disease,

much like yourself.

- He kills all of his friends.

I know.

This one
goes a step farther.

After rewiring
the brain of the host

to prey upon its own
species, the disease

triggers a complete
self-cannibalization.

All part of Spivak's
plan, no doubt,

to eradicate
the entire species.

In a few days, or maybe a few
hours, this will be you.

This is what I'm trying
to spare you from.

The transfer worked.

Your legacy is secure.

Don't you want to go out in a
manner of your own choosing?

- This is not going
to happen to me.

I can't.

- Olivia, have the good sense
to know when you've won.

- We're looking for Destiny.

- Fuck!

Gah!

You have no idea the shit rain
you cockroaches walked into.

Your entire bloodlines--
Rumancek, Godfrey--

are about to become extinct.

Yeah, I know who you are.

- He thinks he
knows who we are.

Funny, huh?

- Hmm.

- Are you ready to take
us seriously now?

- God, our father, your power
brings us to birth.

Your providence
guides our lives.

And by your command,
we return to dust.

Lord, those who die still
live in your presence.

Their lives change,
but do not end.

- You're welcome to stay
as long as you like.

That's what the Lord's
house is for.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

- You can pray for me, Father.

What?

What the fuck are you?

- You tell us
everything we need to

and you'll never
have to find out.

- I never saw your cousin,
but I can help you find her.

- What, putting up flyers?

- I'll call Luca.

He's the guy I had
watching her ever

since she tried
to stick a knife in me.

You keep tabs on her enemies
if you want to survive.

- He makes one phone call, his
crew's going to swarm on us.

- I could have took out
your whole fucking organization

for what Andreas did.

But you convinced me
to listen to reason.

Don't throw that away
on account of something

I had nothing to do with!

- He's lying.

He's lying.

- We don't know that.

- I offered to help
not get myself killed.

- If I get the slightest
itch that you're lying

or you try to bolt--

you're going to call your guy.

And if she doesn't turn
up, I want you to feel--

- Hey, Peter, is
this Andreas watch?

You said it was a Panerai?

- When I find Destiny,
I'm going to make

sure that she gets this.

- I'll set you up with
a slow morphine drip

until you fall asleep,
and then I will gradually

increase the dosage
to make your transition

as peaceful as possible.

- That doesn't sound
too unpleasant.

- Well, if a sudden cardiac
arrest from drug overdose

is your thing--

- Everything that
I said before--

you know us.

We speak without thinking
how our words affect those

that we care about the most.

But from where I stand,
I see a very brave woman.

And I will do my best
to live up to our legacy.

- Lies.

- What else was he
gonna say, don't

let the door hit you
in the ass on your way

to eternal nothingness?

- Just try to relax.

- You'll be dead soon.

- Johann, I know we've
had our differences.

But I want you to know, you've
always been a worthy adversary.

Pass me the phone.

There's a scientist I have
to rescue from a certain sword

of Damocles.

- Do not do this.

With Knox's money,
maybe we could find--

- Look, time
for bargaining has passed

along with anger and denial.

All that's left
now is acceptance.

Wasn't much to it.

I just left a packet with a
lawyer, along with instructions

to leak it to the press
if he didn't hear from me

every other day.

Skip Osaka.
Put me through.

I'm afraid he's busy.

- I don't care if he's busy.

It's Olivia Godfrey.

Can you please hold?

- I'm on hold.

- You're as good
as your word, Olivia.

I'll never forget it.

- He says as he
jizzes his pants,

because he's free at last.

- You remember what Father told
us after the peasant uprising

in Moldova?

He said-- he said--

he said the piehole is for
loading and unloading magnum

like the Andalusian girls.

Miss Godfrey, Dr. Pryce,
the specimen I was testing is--

something
is wrong here.

Johann, like the Thunder said,
someone else was in here.

What's happening to me?

- The fuck is going
on here, Joann?

This was your plan all along.

Get me out of the picture,
knowing full well

that gash man over
here would spaz out,

leaving you cock of the walk.

- I-- I knew there'd be risks.

There are always risks.

But the odds--

- Kill, kill, kill.

- I thought you two being
Opirs, the genetic material

would be more than a match.

- Remember this?

I'm gonna finish
the job this time.

- You kill me, there'll be no
one to keep you from devouring

yourself like that rat--

gagging on your own intestines,
chewing on your own shit.

- Ew.

- You said something about this
match not being close enough?

- Anything that
significantly diverges

from your genomic synthesis
will end up exactly like that.

It's just a matter of time.

You have to admit,
it was a good plan.

- When we're on the same
side, we're unstoppable.

So finding a candidate closer
to my genomic synthesis--

are we talking family members?

- Well, I would have to analyze
the nucleotide sequencing.

- Get to work.

Don't fuck this up.

- What about him?

- Waste not, want not.

- Well, then, I'll
leave you to it.

- Enough.

We need him alive.

Enough!

- Destiny was here.

Where is she no?

- I never saw her.

- Why did you have her ring?

This has been in our family
for generations.

- What would I want
with a stone that small?

Hmm?

I couldn't fence
it if I wanted to.

- A trophy like
Andreas's watch?

- Maybe somebody doesn't
want us choosing.

They're framing me, pitting
us against each other.

- Who would want to do that?

- Fucking rivals.

Italians.

Chinatown boys.

The Mexicans.

- Sure, yeah, blame
it on the Mexicans.

- You-- you were over
looking at my stuff

when that ring appeared.

- What are you trying to say?
- Fuck this!

Fuck!

He could be telling the truth.

And if he's being set up,
she could still be alive.

- He's having her followed.

Her grandmother's ring
was in his dressing room.

We gotta face the facts here.

Destiny's not coming back.

- We don't know that.

I mean, she could have--

she could-- she could--

she could-- ooh.

- I'll find out what
he did with her.

- No more.

No more!

I can't!

I can't.

- I know what you did.

You don't want to cop
to it, that's fine.

But right now, let's see what
your errand boy, Luca, knows.

- No one followed her.

- You say you always keep
tabs on your enemies.

Either you're lying
then or lying now.

Which one is it?

- I read somewhere
that a broken femur

is the most painful injury
the human body can experience.

- Mm.

It was a fucking--

it was a fucking trap.

I didn't do anything
to that chick.

You know how many
enemies I have?

Hmm?

Destiny, she never even rated.

- Where is she?

- Jesus.

Fuck!

Fuck!

OK!

I'll tell you.

She-- uh, she came.

She came looking for revenge
for what we did to her man,

just like you said.

And I put her on a plane
out of the country,

just like we did with that
whore who was fucking Andreas.

She-- she knew that it was
catch a flight or a bullet.

I didn't do anything
to her, I swear.

- You're lying.

- Uncle Johann.

- Shelley, you have
become such a celebrity.

- Well, what are
you doing here?

- I'm afraid it's
not a social call.

It's about your mother.

- Is she OK?

Roman told me she's sick.

- She is not at all well.

If you see her
coming, I need you

to call me immediately
and promise to get as far away

as you can, no matter what.

- Oh, my god.

Is she going to be OK?

- She's receiving state of the
art medical attention, which

I'm overseeing personally.

- Then she's in good hands.

The best.

Can you keep a secret?

I'm leaving Hemlock
Grove tonight.

This time tomorrow, I'll be up
in Maine chasing butterflies.

- I don't think it's safe for
you to be traveling all alone.

- Can you keep another secret?

- Sometimes I fear
that's all I'm good at.

- I have a boyfriend.

Now that you're here,
I'll introduce you.

I already know
you'll get along.

Aitor gets along
with everybody.

- You are truly
full of surprises.

I am so happy for you, Shelley.

Truly happy.

Can I share a secret of my own?

- Do tell.

- I've been seeing
someone myself.

- What's he like?

- It feels--

I don't know how
to describe it.

- Like you can be
your ideal self.

Because that's what he
sees when he looks at you.

- What am I going
to do without you?

- Write.

Every day.

- Well-- well, where is
your special someone?

I can't wait to meet him.

- I almost believed him.

- He was a good liar,
but he got what he deserved.

- Still, Destiny's
dead because of me.

- Edgecliff Woods--
told me his guys

were going to bury us there.

- I swear I didn't make him up.

- No, I don't think Aitor
Quantic is something anybody

could make up.

- There he is.

- Story time.

- You're gonna love this.

- There's a story about
a man and three wishes.

There's no genie,
but there is a bottle.

Because our man
was a drinking man.

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Yeah!

- And one night, he found
himself face to face

with one of his darkest fears.

This particular bottle
that had given him so much

joy and pleasure was empty.

In fact, there wasn't a drop
left in the whole house,

and no money to buy more.

That's when he made
his first wish.

He summoned all the powers
from realms seen and unseen,

and wished for another bottle.

And when he opened
his eyes, he saw

all the empty
bottles lying around

and realized his wish
had been granted.

He could take
them to the store,

collect the deposit
money, and buy more booze.

So he jumped in his truck
and hauled ass out of there.

But he didn't check
the view as he backed up,

so he didn't see what
made the loud and

terrible thunk he heard when
the truck rolled over it.

He made a second wish.

He summoned those powers
from realms seen and unseen.

Please, please, please don't
let it be the neighbor's dog.

Lo and behold, his
wish was granted.

It wasn't the neighbor's dog.

It was an old man
just walking by.

Cause of death-- tire
tracks on or about the head.

I went to jail
for vehicular homicide.

I did my time.

When I was released,
I thought I

knew more than the authorities,
so I skipped out on parole.

I was still suffering from that
disease of self that got me

drinking in the first place.

I've been a fugitive
ever since.

Now, this former
drinking man is me.

I made a third wish.

I wished for something
so rare, so impossible,

the odds of me finding it
were due south of none.

All the powers from realms seen
and unseen notwithstanding.

I wished for a soulmate.

And a woman so rare,
so beautiful, and unique

came unto me causing
me to say, what's up?

I, uh, asked her
to come away with me.

To run away would
be more accurate,

because I can't stay here.

I'm afraid of being
caught for what I did.

That's my disease itself,
rearing its ugly head.

Because-- because what I
was really asking her to do

was hide herself in the world.

She's already done
enough hiding.

That wouldn't be fair.

I wish things
could be different.

But I'm all out of wishes.

So with this siren song as my
swan song, I bid you all adieu.

- We should get out of here.

- Don't go.

I love you.

Stay where you are.

Please do not run.

I repeat, do not run.

You will make it
worse for yourself.

What?

It's late.

Who is this?

- Yeah, hi.

This is Detective Israel.

I'm hoping you can help me
with an ongoing

homicide investigation.

I'm following up
on a lead regarding

the murder of Meryl
Sammis and his family.

They were found frozen to death
in South Erie last week.

- I don't even
know who that is.

If this is some kind of a prank
call, I'm not in the mood.

- Helmet Smorgasbord.

Does that mean anything to you?

Mr. Sammis texted that
to your phone the day he died.

- Where did you say
you were calling from?

South Erie.

- Blinsky.

I wasn't sleeping.

- You weren't answering
your phone, either.

Erie.

Erie, Pennsylvania.

That's where we
need to be looking.

Put it in the fucking computer!

Even with the zip
code, this would take a while.

- We got him.

We fucking got him!

Mwah!

- I'm looking
for some protection.

- I'm fresh out of condoms.

Try holding an aspirin
between your knees.

- I live alone,
and there have been some

break-ins in my neighborhood.

- Say no more.

Just so happens,
we're having a world's

gone to shit special
this week for the ladies.

Taurus 4541, great
conceal and carry.

A Smith and Wesson MP 22,
and the SIG Sauer P226,

all available
in breast cancer pink.

- Mm.

I was thinking more along
the lines of a Desert Eagle.

Recoil on a weapon
like that will

land you on your pretty
little bubble butt

back in last Tuesday.

- You guys didn't think my
pretty little bubble butt was

so helpless when we
were dropped in the LZ

to patch up Chosen
Company, 2nd Battalion,

after the Battle of Wanat.

God's Own Angels, I
think the GIs called us.

- Sorry about the jokes.

- It's all right.

Nothing I haven't heard before.

I need some hollow points,
125 grain, jacketed.

- Jesus, what kind of burglars
are we talking about here?

- The kind you drop fast
and they don't get up.

That's
as sweet as it came

In that Malibu Rum

With a mouth full of smiles

Like 12 million suns

But go messing with her, son

She'll put you in check

With your ass in the air

And a boot on your neck

Rambo Breezy ain't scared

She just throwing it down

So you best come correct

Or get run out of town

'Cause she'll swarm like a G

On you and your sack

Over under, don't matter

'Cause you lost the bet

She plank so good

She plank so hard

Got a plank like her

Or we pull your card

We be planking too

Do you be planking, boo

Mo planking, mo planking

Ha, ha