All language subtitles for Hemlock Grove -S03E09 (Damascus)

- Oh, no, they just won't quit.

- Baby, let your chef
in your kitchen.

I can feed you.

I can feed you.

Slow down.

Stop.

Yo, stop.

Listen, hey, you need to stop.

You are killing yourself.

Stop.

- Remember the rats?

- What's happening to me?

- End stage, baby.

You is through.

Unless we can get you
into a host body pronto.

- I need a genetic match.

The question is who?

- Well, you've only
got two choices.

Annie has got the better
ass and an accent that would

give a dead pope a hard-on.

But since we talking
about you, not me,

you should probably
go with Roman.

I don't know.

What you think?

- You're telling me
to murder my son.

- This is not a moral dilemma.

This is survival,
your life for his.

What's the question?

- I need to get ready.

- Bip, bip, bip.

- It should only take a couple
of hours to get to Pecksville.

- What's the plan
once we get there?

That's the plan, Roman?

We're not going
pheasant hunting.

That thing had
a 30-foot wingspan.

- You got a better one?

I'm all over it.

Pryce is trying to come up with
a magic bullet or some shit,

but who the fuck knows?

- She was so cold
when I found her.

So pale.

Like it wasn't even her.

Just dumped her in a hole like
she was a piece of garbage.

- I know you well
enough to know

that you're gonna beat yourself
up for this no matter what.

Sooner or later, you're gonna
have to find a way to live

with the choice that you made.

Now you can take comfort
that the cocksucker

who did this to her, he
isn't breathing anymore.

You made him pay
for what he did.

And that's a good thing.

When we get back here, we'll
find a proper place for her.

OK?

Lay her to rest with
the dignity and the respect

that she deserves.

Yeah.

But right now, Peter,
I need you to help me.

Miranda and Nadia
still need you.

- Ooh.

Looks like Elvis has
left the building.

Ugh.

Motherfucker.

- No reason to go
all ipso nutso.

When that little
prick gets back,

you have the element
of surprise working for you.

Dig?

- Hmm.

Hmm.

Hey!

Get off road, freak!

- Stop.

What the hell
are you doing?

Get out of my way!

What's
the matter with you?

Come on.

- Nothing to worry
about, officers.

I got this covered.

Not only have I
found something that

gives my life
meaning and purpose,

but I finally have
the perfect use for these.

- Hi.

Of course we're
still on for tonight.

I'll meet you
at the restaurant.

Parsifal it is.

OK.

Bye.

Anything?

- I've tried everything from
polonium 210 to anthrax.

Spivak's cells neutralize
any reagent I introduce.

It's like they're
indestructible.

- Nonsense.

Natural selection is incapable
of providing perfect protection

from all pathogens.

When evolution enhances
a particular attribute

to maximize
survival, it creates

a weakness somewhere else.

We just have to find it.

Keep looking.

- OK.

- Yes?

When?

Admit her immediately.

I'll be right there.

- Bip, bip, bip.

- What happened to lying
in wait to achieve

the element of surprise?

- Well, I'm more concerned
about the element of death,

yours, if we gotta wait around
on Roman too much longer.

Next on the list?

- Annie?

- You're never gonna
find her in time.

- I'm fucked.

There is a plan B.
Someone who, while not Upir,

is a genetic match nonetheless.

- Shelley?

No fucking way.

- Well, then.

Decisions, decisions.

You want to be
embalmed or cremated?

It's the only option you got.

- Trading a deceased
body for a grotesque one?

- Hey, she got a man
hitting that trim.

That's more than you can say.

- No.

It is only temporary.

You use her anatomy to get
close to Annie or Roman.

Then you muscle
Pryce to upgrade you

into one of your A-list kids.

- But I have no idea
where Shelley is, either.

- Well, your daughter is
having a major sad right now,

thanks to you.

Cops put the kibosh on Shea's
shithole where she was living.

Her pervo BF is in the wind.

Roman is too self-involved
to give a shit about her.

Who's the one
person Shelley would

turn to in her time of need?

Room service.

Voila.

Butternut squash and Brussel
sprouts with a balsamic glaze.

One of your favorites.

If I'm not mistaken.

- I'm not hungry.

- The good news is your heart
rate is back to normal.

You scared the hell out of me.

- Sorry.

- Shelley, this is not
something to be taken lightly.

Why on Earth would
you do such a thing?

- Just wanted to make
the hurt stop.

Numbing the pain does
not address what causes it.

- I don't belong here.

There's no place
for me in this world.

- No, that's not true.

You went out on your own
and found a tribe.

I saw how those people
looked up to you.

Your strength, your sweetness
made their lives better.

You allowed yourself to fall
in love, to be vulnerable.

It has taken me half a lifetime
to find the fortitude

to do something like that.

It takes a brave person
to go all in with their heart

like you have done.

Most people are
too timid to allow

themselves to feel anything.

- I envy them.

- Sir, may I speak
to you for a minute?

- Not now.

- I found something.

- My apologies.

A very pressing matter requires
my immediate attention.

I will be back
as soon as I can.

- Give me your phone.

- Hmm?

- Just give it to me.

I synced the GPS so we can find
each other if we get separated.

- How about we make sure
that doesn't happen?

Bora Boras.

It has something to do
with whatever Spivak is.

It represents
the end of the world.

- Well, at least we know
we're in the right place.

I'll check the back.

- Jesus fucking Christ.

- Backroom is clear.

- Shit.

Why am I getting the feeling
this is not a wine cellar?

Oh.

Fuck.

- Jesus.

I think that's his nurse.

What the fuck he do to her?

- Nothing.

- Well, if they're not here,
they might still be alive.

- Yeah, and we're right back
to where we fucking started.

Roman?

- What have you got?

- Upir toxin.

- Meaning what?

Well, I've always

wondered why
your kind developed

this physiological
characteristic.

It has little
effect on human prey

and only negative
consequences on other Upir.

- Peter is here.

I'm putting you on speaker.

Spivak is
a software-based life form.

Upir toxin has an extremely
high concentration

of nitrogen oxide.

It would only take
a minute amount

to cause an extremely robust
reaction should the two

substances come into contact.

This toxin is
your evolutionary advantage

over a competing
species, the reason

you're able to wipe them out.

We're going to need
to extract it

from the glands in your mouth.

- I could just bite him.

You could do that.

However, judging from his
research into estuary breeding,

you're probably
going to be running

into more than just Spivak.

- There's more of him?

If there aren't already,

my guess is there soon will be.

Now, given that he's
the male of his species,

as far as I can
determine, he would

need female ova to fertilize.

The most plentiful and
resilient are found in infants.

- Nadia.

- That's why he took her.

That would
be a logical assumption.

Roman, I need you to get
back to the lab immediately.

I can perform the procedure and
start stockpiling an arsenal.

- We don't have time.

We need to keep looking.

Well,
there is another way.

But you would need access
to medical supplies.

- Yeah, that's not
gonna be a problem.

Well, then, let's

just hope Mr. Rumancek
has a steady hand

and can follow instructions.

- This is a bad idea.

- No argument from me.

Well, it's
not ideal, but here we are.

- OK, I guess open.

Wider.

Now I need you

to insert the needle
into the soft tissue

just to the right of the uvula.

- What the hell is that?

- It's the conical
projection on the posterior

edge of the soft palate.

- Can you speak
normally, please?

- It looks like a speed
bag at a boxing gym.

- Oh, that thing?

You should have just said that.

Now slide
it in a quarter of an inch.

Any more, and you'll
puncture the eustachian.

- What happens if I do that?

- Roman will be
permanently deaf.

- Great.

Just fucking do it.

- Hold still.

You should
feel a slight pop when you

puncture the glandular sac.

- Oh, shit.

- Did you feel it?
- I don't know.

Well, I need you

to pull back on the plunger.

If it's yellow, we're good.

If it's red, I also
have preparations to fit

Roman for a hearing aid.

- You're not fucking helping.

- Ah.

- You OK?

- Fan-fucking-tastic.

- Well done.

- Something's in there.

- I gotta call you back.

- Miranda.

- Fuck.

- Bad things happen to the
people that mean most to us.

You ever wonder why that is?

So what are we supposed to do,
just leave her here like this?

There's nothing
we can do for her.

Right now.

Finding Nadia's the only
thing that matters.

What the fuck is that?

Careful.

Fuck off.

There.

It's a passageway.

Come on.

Silver.

- Whoa, whoa.

Let's see if Pryce was right.

- That'll work.

- Hello, sweetheart.

- Did you come to gloat?

- Of course not.

- Then why are you here?

- Because you're my daughter.

It breaks my heart
to see you suffer.

People are cruel, Shelley.

I tried to warn you.

All I wanted to do was
keep you from getting hurt.

But I couldn't.

I failed.

- You were right
about me, Mother.

I do feel too much.

- Shelley.

I will always be there for you.

Right now, I need you
to be there for me.

Where do you
think this is taking us?

Nowhere.

It's a fucking dead end.

Wait, there's a hatch.

Let's go.

- Hey, Roman.

- What?

- In case this
goes wrong, there's

something I need to say.

Everything that's
happened, you've

always been there for me.

You've had my back.

Thank you.

- We're family.

- In regard to the Upir
toxin, comma, Blinsky, comma,

a competent but lesser
intellect, comma,

was able to successfully
divine its efficacy, semicolon,

a fact, which his second-rate
mind will mischaracterize

as incontrovertible
proof of his genius,

comma, a tautology which
already sickens me, full stop.

For someone darkening death's
door, you're looking buoyant.

Shall I assume you've
achieved that elusive peace

that passeth understanding?

- Assume whatever you like.

The sky is blue,
the cows are smiling,

and I found a solution
to my problem.

It's a temporary fix, but we
can work out the kinks later.

One mustn't
abandon hope,

but we mustn't be blinded
by self-delusion, either.

- You can come in now, dear.

- Even for you, this
is beyond twisted.

You really have lost
touch if you think I would

countenance this for a second.

Well, then you
have to reacquaint yourself

with the patient bill
of rights, which obliges you

to provide any
and all requested care

in a timely fashion when the
integrity of my health and body

is threatened, doing so with
courtesy and respect and--

- Goddamn you, Olivia!

Unleash whatever hell you
want, you rancid bitch.

Expose my work.

Throw me into prison, burn this
fucking place to the ground.

But I will never agree to this.

- Oh, Johann, such
a flair for the dramatic.

You really should
have been an actor.

You would have done quite well.

- How dare you
force your daughter.

- Force my--

I'm not forcing
her into anything.

It's what she wants.

Isn't that right, dear?

- 100%.

- Shelley?

How could you agree to that?

- She's my mother.

She's dying.

And she said she could
put me up in the clouds

so I could rest.

So I wouldn't have
to feel miserable.

- It will be like
a digital vacation,

giving you all the time you
need to cook up another one

of those beings in the tank.

- It would take years
to create another Priscilla.

It might not even be possible.

And the full effects of
long-term consciousness storage

are unknown.

Your mindstream might lose
bits of data or be corrupted.

Whole parts
of your personality could

degrade or be lost altogether.

- I don't care.

I want to go away.

It's too hard trying to be me.

What for?

- A question that has been
asked since the dawn of time.

But you won't find
the answer this way.

- I don't care
about the answer.

For all I know the answer
is the booby prize.

- I'm sorry.

I will not.

You have no idea what
you're asking me to do.

- I'm asking my friend
to make the pain stop.

And if you won't,
I'll find another way.

- Ask Dr. No if he really
wants that on his head.

- I'm not saying a word.

She's doing just
fine on her own.

- Like you haven't been
fanning the flames.

It's what I want.

Please, Uncle Johann.

- I'll need to remap
your neural pathways first.

- He even thinks about
fucking with you,

you rip his trachea out.

- He won't.

He cares about her too much.

- I need you to listen to me.

Olivia doesn't care about you.

She's using you.

If you could see who she
really is, what she's done.

- It doesn't matter.

- What's taking so long?

- Charting a neural network
isn't a slapdash

proposition, Olivia.

- I don't recall it being
this complicated when

you uploaded my consciousness.

Shelley's
mind is a good deal

more intricate than your own.

Little bitch.

- I'm almost ready.

- It took me 20
years to realize

how much I wanted your heart.

Now it's mine.

- Uncle Norman.

- Turn it off.

Turn it off now, or I'll end
your miserable fucking life.

- No!

You killed him!

- No, he faked something
he created on his computer.

You know I could never
do something like that.

He's trying to turn
you against me.

- Stop lying to me.

All you ever do is lie!

How does it feel to not
be able to breathe?

Now you know how I felt
my entire life because of you.

- Shelley, please.

- I hate you.

But I'm not like you.

I may look like one, but you've
always been the real monster.

- Remove Mrs. Godfrey
from the premises.

And you better make sure
this is the last time I see

her in this building again.

- You're done, you
little shit stain!

It's all gonna
come crashing down!

Over here.

It's coming from here.

Shit, what
the hell's going on?

Nothing good.

Hey.

Hey, we're here to help, OK?

We're gonna help you.

Come on.

- Don't pull him out.

You'll rip his skin off.

The thing that brought
you here, where is he?

I'm gonna try to get
you out of here.

- I can't go.

Musn't go.

He keeps me alive for them.

I am food.

- Did he have a baby with him?

- A baby, Eve.

Gone now.

So many all swimming.

- Where is she?

- Poor Eve.

He wants his rib back.

I am real big now.

It hurts so bad.

- Tell me where
the fuck she is!

- Adam.

With Adam.

Eve is with Adam.

Eve and the apple.

She's mother.

I am having the babies.

I am food for them.

Eve is food for Adam.

Sausage.

Ah,
the miracle of birth.

Is there anything
more beautiful?

Hello, boys.

Persistent little
buggers, aren't you?

Good for you.

Good for you.

It's Peter, right?

I don't think we've been
properly introduced.

Government's name's
Arnold Spivak.

You can call me--

oh, it doesn't matter.

Miranda spoke very
highly of you.

Both of you, actually.

No matter how hard
I prodded her.

And boy, did I. I
could never weirdly

get her to pick a favorite
between you two fellas.

So I would love to introduce
you to the family.

Roman?

All right, couldn't have
done this without you.

Well, more
specifically, you know,

you and that Godfrey
bloodline of yours.

Holy macka.

All its beautiful mutations.

You know, 2,000
years of nurturing.

I gave it some tweaks along the
way, but finally, a miracle.

- Letha.

It was you?

You made her pregnant.

Well, listen, I may
have wings, but I'm no angel.

All right?

But I must say, I
would have enjoyed--

- Where's Nadia?

- Such wonder,
such magnificence

all around you
as the life force

is reborn to restore
order and maintenance.

Rescue our fair sister Earth
from a thug species that beads,

plunder, slashes
and ass rapes her daily.

You're beholding that
which will return

her to her pristine fecundity.

And all you can think
to say is, where's Nadia?

- Answer the fucking question.

- This is the new Eden.

I'm the new Adam, calling his
people back from the dead.

- What the fuck are
you talking about?

- Today's an official holiday.

It should be transmuted
into flesh of my flesh,

blood of my blood.

She's being prepared
for the feast.

I'm gonna eat.

- Enough!

Tell me where she is.

- You'll be gone soon.

Wolven, too.

Humans belong to us.

No more competing for food.

- Tell me.

- Or what?

- We'll kill them all.

Do it.

No!

No!

- Don't fucking move!

What did you do with her?

- You dim-witted fruit bat.

You've had no idea what
I've had to endure.

- You're safe.

You're safe.

I missed you so much.

Come on, let's get out of here.

- Mm.

- Dr. Pryce?

If I came barging
into your bedroom

all moist and beady eyed
while you were begging

for sexual favors
from Mrs. Blinsky,

would you consider
yourself ill used?

- I'm sorry, sir.

I think you would.

And you'd be perfectly
justified in feeling that way,

as I do now.

- There's a disturbance
in the lobby.

- Then call security.

It's the Greek
gentleman you performed

the transfer experiment on.

He's having a medical
emergency and

refuses to see anyone but you.

I wasn't sure how you
wanted to handle it.

- Delicately.

- I can have him
removed, if you like.

- No.

No.

Bring him down to the lab.

I'll be right there.

Hi.

- I'm running
a little bit late.

Would you hate me If I
asked you to meet me here?

I can give you the tour.

I think you'll be
very impressed.

Sounds great, Johann.

- You're a darling.

Bye.

- And these voices
you're hearing,

what are they saying to you?

- Not many voices.

Just one.

Then pain in head starts.

Everything turn black.

When I wake, I know awful
things I have done I will find.

- What kind of things?

- Last night, I find cat
nailed to table in kitchen.

Head is cut off, stomach open.

All insides in jars.

I can't believe.

I think, who has
done such evil?

And then I find blood
on my shirt, and I know.

What is broken with me?

- Whatever it is,
I'm going to fix it.

You have my word.

- Impostor.

You prance around my laboratory
pretending to be me.

You're a spy.
Admit it.

- I need you to calm
down, Johann.

You're experiencing
neural pathway dysphoria.

- You're not going
anywhere until you tell

me who you're working for.

- The synaptic pairings
are degenerating.

We can control it
with serotonin.

But I need you--

- Where did this Gustav
tell you to make the drop?

He's working
for the Chinese, no doubt.

- Johann, you need to listen
to me very carefully.

I need you to concentrate.

Our consciousness
has become corrupted.

In order to prevent it from
decompensating further,

a cranial implant.

- Don't think I don't
know what you're doing.

You want me dead so you
take credit for my work,

steal the glory for yourself,
for accomplishments

your second-rate mind
could never conceive of.

- No one should have
advantage from his own wrong.

- Uncle Johann?

- Oh, my.

Help!

We need help!

Dr. Blinsky!

Someone, please.

Anybody?

Please.

How do I make it stop?

- The location
of the wound, the blood

flow, the abdominal aorta.

Oh, there's nothing to be done.

- No, Uncle Johann.

- It's all right, sweetheart.

It's all right.

- There's got to be something.

Tell me what to do.

- A small favor.

It's so--

- Could you let Johann Pryce
know that Randolph is here?

- Please have a seat.

- I have a BA in child
studies and a master's

in family counseling.

- Impressive.

- Inevitable, really.

Dad left right
after I was born.

Mom worked three jobs,
and I raised two brothers.

I love kids.

And they always say you
should do what you love.

So this is what I do.

- To be very clear, discretion
is a primary concern.

- I'm happy to sign
a confidentiality agreement.

I worked as a nanny for some
extremely high-profile people.

So I know the drill.

- All right, then.

When can you start?

- You tell me.

- I'll have a room ready
for you this afternoon.

- 4 o'clock?

- Sounds good.

I'll see you then.

- Thank you, Mr. Godfrey.

- Roman.

Bye for now.

- Bye.

- Is her job going to be
looking after Nadia

or breastfeeding you?

- I just want what's
best for the kid.

She has a master's degree.

How is Nadia?

- She's still sleeping.

I'll feed her
when she wakes up.

Are you sure you want
to bring another stranger

into this house?

- We're not gonna
be able to keep

our eyes on her 24/7, Peter.

- What are we supposed to do
now, just move on like

nothing happened?

- A lot of unimaginable,
awful shit went down.

But it's where it
belongs, in the past.

- Yeah, well, if you
find the reset button

that turns off the pain,
let me know where it is.

- Peter?

- I thought you left town.

- I needed to speak
to you first.

Because you deserve
to know the truth.

- Look, whatever went
down between you and Roman

is really none of my business.

- He killed your cousin.

- What?

- Destiny came to the house
looking for you.

She was very upset.

Started saying a lot of shit,
accusing him of being involved

in her fiancé's death.

And it got out of control.

He hit her.

She fell and cracked her head.

It was bad, but she
was still alive.

But he knew you'd
never forgive him.

So he broke her neck
and buried her in the woods

to make the whole
thing just go away.

Why would
you tell me that?

What the fuck is
wrong with you?

- Because that's what happened.

- I don't know what
your sick fucking agenda is,

but I know who killed Destiny,
and he's been dealt with.

- Then whatever revenge you
took was on the wrong person.

- You're lying.

- How would I know you
handed over Andreas

to prevent a gang war?

How would I know
that Destiny was--

- You were fucking
Roman, and he

was running his mouth
about shit he shouldn't

have been talking about!

- How would I know about the
cross on Destiny's forehead?

Tell me, Peter.

Because I watched him kill her.

And I made that cross
with Destiny's blood.

Because there was nothing
I could do to stop him.

And he made me promise
never to tell you.

I didn't want to believe he
was capable of such cruelty.

But that's who
Roman Godfrey is.

He destroys every
life he touches.

I can't allow him
to go on doing that.

- What are you
gonna do about it?

- Kill him.

- No, you can't do that.

- Atonement comes
in all shapes and sizes.

- No.

It should be me.

I'm his friend.

I'll do it.

He won't see it coming.

- Then you're
going to need this.

The bullets are
tipped with heparin.

Two shots to the head
will put him down

long enough to finish him off.

- What's the knife for?

- You have to cut
out his heart.

That's the only way to make
certain an Upir dies.

- There's a gypsy
camp in Munhall.

Tell them I sent you.

Take Nadia.

You two will be safe there.

I'll call you when it's done.

- How do I know
you're not a cop?

I can work with that.

I don't kiss.

I save that for my girl.

- How did you find out?

It was Annie, wasn't it?

- Fuck you.