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(sighing and panting)

Oh, you're so weird, Roman.

- But I like it.
- Shh!

You don't know my name.

Oh! Sorry.

You didn't like that?

Oh, no, baby. It's très kinky.

This is too much.

You know my name?

You're the kid
in the candy store.

(He chuckles.)

This is the part
where you leave.

(girl):OK, girls!
Are we ready?

(little girls):Yeah!

And go! One, two, three,
four, five, six,

jump, seven, eight!
Go one, two... strong arms!...

three, four, five, six,
jump, seven, eight!

Go one, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, jump!

Go one, two, three, four, five,
six... last jump... seven, eight!

Woo! (Laughing)

So, particle physics.
What does that mean?

In essence, we are starting with
Einstein's theory of relativity,

we're moving on to the Big Bang
theory, and then it goes right back

to what I said before...
particles.

So, it means the particles of the largest
structure are equal to the particles

of the smallest structure.
Any questions?

- Ms. Bluebell.
- This was

not as "accessible"
to lay readers as you said.

I believe what I said was
MORE accessible to lay readers.

And if you think that's
not true, I'd be happy

to lend you my master's thesis.
You didn't like it.

I loved it.

There's just...

so much more happening
than what you think you see.

Well, why don't you keep it?

Really?

I insist. Here.

(rail road crossing bell)

(cell phone notification)

(train horn)

(train horn)

(screaming)

Ah!

(rustling nearby) Ah!

(panicked breathing)

(bumping and shuffling)

(shuffling)

(loud thud) Ah! Ah!

Ah! Ah!

(flesh tearing)

(flesh tearing) (screaming)

(ringing)

(girl screaming in agony)

(flesh tearing)

♪♪♪

Is there a house?

I think it's half a house.

Uhhuh.

It's home sweet home!

Ah, let's get, uh, cozy. OK.

(train horn in the distance)

(dog barking in the area)

Hello, neighbor.

(train horn in the distance)

Oh, man. Vince.

He was sad when he was sober.

Vince was sober?

Yeah, when it counted.

(softly): Ah, we're in business.

Oh.

- I'm gonna go for a walk.
- OK.

- Go to town.
- Yeah. Hang those herbs up,

though, before you go.

Oh, man.

Oh, this is just...

Oh, baby.

Bye, Mom!

(dog barking)

Perfect timing.

- You're mommy's little thief.
- Huh? Where's the, uh... - Oh, yeah.

- ...the thing?
- I put all of our tools

in here, OK?

You didn't need my help at all
to clean up this place.

Oh, I cleaned!

Looks pretty nice.

(train horn in the distance)
(She sighs.)

(dog barking in the area)

You know what they say
about pearls before swine?

Uh... no.

Ah, well, I'll tell ya later.
I cooked pork chops but...

it's OK.

OK. (Pouring)

To our new home.

(speaking a foreign language)

(snake shrieking)

Ah!Mil truj!

You're a gypsy.

- And you're a stalker.
- I've seen you swimming

in my grandparents' pond.

- So you've seen me naked.
- I don't care.

It's just that I'm a novelist,
so it's important to me

to understand people's
motivations.

You're a novelist, huh?

- Impressive.
- Why swim in their pond

when the river's right there?

'Cause the river's polluted
as balls.

And to get your facts straight,

I'm only a half-breed...
technically.

My grandfather, Nicolai,
he was full Kalderash Roma

from the Carpathians, but... he came to
the States and he married gadje woman.

What does any of that mean?

It means us Rumanceks will
forever ride the earth

on two horses
with only one ass.

You want a beer?

Beer kills brain cells.

Ah. Some of us have extra,
then.

Well, then the guy who used
to live here must have been...

a rocket scientist.

What happened to him?

Vince, my uncle, died
of alcohol poisoning.

Do you worship the devil?

Do we worship the devil,
she says.

Each point represents
an element,

the topmost being the soul.

Plus, it looks fuckin' metal.

What?

Are you a werewolf?

Now we know who your literary
influences are.

You gonna find me a vampire
to have a sexless

- three-way with?
- Gross.

But your index and middle
fingers are the same length.

And they say that makes you
a werewolf.

Jesus.

Where did you get
something like that?

I don't know. TV or whatever.

So, are you a werewolf,
or what?

Sure.

Are you a retard?

No.

My heightened werewolf senses
indicate otherwise.

I don't think you're supposed
to use that word.

Yeah. "Werewolf" is
pretty racist.

I prefer "sexy man-beast".

Again, gross. I mean "retard".

I know what you meant.

(Police siren bleeps.)

- That's Tom.
- Tom?

He's my friend's dad.
He's cool.

- I go to school with his kids...
- No. Ha. Know when to say when.

You're weird.

There's the door.

And kind of mean.

But good material.

I'm a patron of the arts.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

Jesus! Do the fields need
tilling?

Much as it pains me to deprive

monsieur of his customary
14 hours, he has an appointment.

Oh, shit. I completely spaced.

I told Letha I'd squire her
to the amusement park later.

Take her tomorrow.

School starts tomorrow.

Precisely why you need
new clothes.

I don't need new clothes.

It's taken me 17 years
to perfect my look, all right?

Apparently not enough time to learn the
distinction between vintage and old.

These rags are retired.
You're going shopping.

Isn't Norman saying

that in this economy
we need to be backing off

on the conspicuous
consumption front?

- It makes us unsympathetic.
- And I suppose

if your Uncle Norman lent you
The Communist Manifesto,

I'd have to find recipes
for borscht.

May I, darling?

Roman, you're an adult...
more or less.

If you'd rather spend the day
with your cousin

than your mother, just say so.

I'd rather hang out
with Letha.

Of course, darling.

Now, I'm not sure
Norman would approve, but...

I've arranged a small surprise
for indulging your poor

old mother on the last day
of your summer vacation.

You rented out Pennsylmania?

(He laughs.) - I did.

All right.

Hey, girls.

- Hello.
- Hey, Dad!

Oh, thank God.
I could eat a phonebook.

(Woman chuckles.)

- They don't make those anymore.
- Well, you can

have her's too, because evidently
your daughter is off sushi now.

- Since when?
- I'm not

off sushi; I'm off mercury.

(cell phone ringing)
Hey, what are you reading?

Hey, Rome. She what?

- Angels?
- Pennsylmania?

OK! See you then.

(laughing)

OK, wait, let me try.

Ah... ah!

(She laughs.)

Bellissima!

- All right, all right.
- Wait. OK.

Last man... last man standing!

- Feel the Zen.
- Wait, one, two, three!

Ooh. Wow.

What do you want to name it?
(laughing)

Huh. Do you know
that Pennsylvania has

more hate groups per capita
out of any state in the country?

It's about time
we won something.

We also lead the nation
in Hoho consumption.

I wonder if there's
a correlation.

The moral superiority
of being skinny?

Hmm.

Come on.

Mm, not tonight.

Seriously?

Mm, I'm not in the mood.

Come on! When else are you gonna
get on this without a line?

When have you ever
stood in line?

- What do you think they think of us?
- Who?

Exactly.

So... what am I thinking?

Mmm... that you wish
the summer would never end.

I'm thinking that it's time
to go home.

Really?

- Mm-hmm.
- Come on, no.

- Mm-hmm!
- Do you want Bob?

Yeah!

Come on, cuz,
let's get out of here.

(Roman laughing)

Hey, Hemingway.

Don't call me that.

OK.

I guess summer's over.

(heavy footsteps)

(girls laughing)

(girl moaning)
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Hey, sis.

There's this kid at my school.
He's an upir.

An upir?

Yeah, but I don't think
he knows it himself.

He has a sister...
she isn't upir.

I don't know
what she is. She is

so big, she fills up a doorway.

They're the Godfreys.

That family seems fucked up.

The Godfreys are my business.

Stay away from them.

- I am.
- OK.

And? Have we got anything more enlightening
to report from our first day at school?

There's this new kid.

He's a gypsy. This girl's been spreading
all these crazy rumors about him.

I think he's related to that guy
in the trailer by the river.

Filth.

(thunder)

Pryce told me you were here!

Pryce called you?

That's funny.

What is it?

What is it?

What is it?

My legacy! (Thunder)

My legacy.

It's not even two years old!

It's already 40 pounds!

It knows what you're feeling

from across the room!
You know how it knows that?

You know it knows
because of the light!

The fucking light!

Have you considered putting
Shelley in a special care...

Do not call her that!

Do not call that abortion
by my daughter's name!

I know it's my fault! I know!

I brought evil into our house!

- Oh, come on, J.R. Come on!
- And she may look like a woman,

and she may fuck like a woman,

but I will not be deceived!

I hired a private investigator

to find her people.

Guess what, Norman?

She doesn't have any.

There are no people!

Will you help me?

I'll help you find
the right kind, yes.

No. Help me destroy her.

Before she destroys
our family.

You're my goddamn brother!

No one's going
to destroy anyone, J.R.

No one.

Now, maybe it's best you come and stay
with me and Marie for a little while, huh?

Yeah.

(whispering): I know
you're fucking her.

(thunder)

(thunder)

(quiet wheezing)

(Wheezing stops.)

(Wheezing resumes.)

I'm sorry, Roman.

(thunder)

(thunder)

♪
♪ How my love with go on ♪

♪ Till you come in springtime ♪

♪ Till the last nightingale has
sung its love song ♪

♪ Count on the beating
in my heart ♪

♪ To spend another night
without you ♪

♪ There's a place for us
we can find ♪

Really, J.R. Not again.

What are you?

Annoyed, exasperated,
sexually underwhelmed.

Shall I go on?

What... are you?

Pull the trigger. Find out.

What do you want from me,
Olivia?

Hmm. Paradox of a woman.

The fact that you have to ask
means you could never give it.

♪ Till the last nightingale
has sung its love song ♪

♪ Count on the beating
in my heart... ♪
♪

What about our son?

He was born with the caul.

He will always be mine.

(gun cocked)

(song ending) (thunder)

(gunshot) (thunderclap)

(scratching)

Oh, angel.

Come here.

It's all right, Roman. You'll be
so much stronger than he was.

(thunderclap)

(vehicle pulling in)

(vehicle door opening)

Norman.

What a wonderful surprise.

Is this a serious proposal?

Perhaps I spoke too soon.

A 60% proposed increase
for research and development

funding alone,
following a 30% increase

from last quarter.

Would you like to come inside?

I can offer you, um,
a coffee... or a Valium.

With no accompanying report of
anything approaching transparency

of what exactly we're
setting out to produce.

Money. We produce money.

Your brother taught me that.
I can't imagine why it gives you

- so much difficulty.
- Neither could my brother.

You know, darling, if it's transparency
you're after, you could just

simply ask Dr. Pryce
what he wants the money for.

Well, he's the only person I know
who's a better liar than you are.

He most certainly is not!

Oh, don't be cute, Olivia.
You're bad at it.

Come inside.

(He chuckles.)
I can at least deduce

what really brought you to
my bloody doorstep in comfort.

(He sighs.)

Pennsylmania, Olivia?
I mean, really?

Oh, come on, Dr. Killjoy.

They won't be children
much longer.

It's an insult to the town.

Well aware of your love affair
with appearances.

And no favor to the kids either. You
know, you can spoil Roman all you want,

but leave my daughter
out of it.

I, um... can't control...

who Roman decides
to spend his time with.

Well, no one was accusing you

of having any control
over him.

(gasp)

(police radio chatter)

Oh, man, that's bad.

That's really bad.
I know her family.

I went to school with her dad.

That's pretty tough.
First day at school.

Some first day.

- Anything in the perimeter?
- No sign of a weapon, Sheriff. - Tracks?

- No. Nothing. It's all hard-packed sand.
- The car was all busted up

on the road. Window broken in.

Jesus Christ.

Who could've done that?

Who's that kid?

Bring him to me.

- Boy. Come here, please.
- Me, sir?

- You're the only boy I see.
- I was just walking through.

- Just come here, please, OK?
- OK.

The sheriff would
like to have a word with you.

You live around here, son?

Yeah. Home's that way,
and school's that way,

so I was... I was
just walking through.

Did you happen to hear
anything last night?

No, sir. It was a quiet night.

What's your name?

It's Peter, sir, uh, Rumancek.

- What... what's going on here?
- Get his statement, get his ID,

- make sure he gets to school.
- OK. Come on. Come on.

Rumancek.

- Vince Rumancek?
- Gypsy trash.

I'll take you in my cruiser.
Come on. You can

sit in the front, but
don't touch anything.

...police are describing is
as one of the most grizzly...

Hey. Hey, Shelley.

...In local memory. A young
student was found killed...

What is it?

And partially disemboweled
earlier this morning in Kilberry Park

of south Hemlock Grove.
(radio switched off)

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

It's OK. It's OK. I'm here.

(Shelley sniffles.)

I'm here.

It's OK.

The coroner has tentatively
identified the victim

as Brooke Bluebell, 17,
a student attending.

Penrose High School.
Bluebell was last seen

leaving school
yesterday afternoon,

and her car was reportedly
discovered near the crime scene.

Officials are refusing
to speculate

on the cause of death,
but eyewitnesses suggest

the ferocity of the attack suggests
an animal may have been responsible.

Officials are asking for
anyone who may have

seen any suspicious
behavior in the park area

- to contact the sheriff's office.
- (Girl): Bet he knows something about it.

(girl): Gypsy creep.

- Come on.
- That's the guy you think is a werewolf?

(cell phone ringing)

- [Hello?]
- Hey, Letha.

- Oh, my god, Dad.
- Can this be real?

I just really needed
to hear your voice, OK?

Yeah. It's good
to hear your voice too.

I love you, OK, Letha? I...

[It's very important right now that
you know how much I love you.]

Yeah, I know.

I love you too.

You really hate coming here,
don't you, Norman? Me too!

Just when I was getting used
to the sound of crickets.

It's a fucking nightmare.

It is that.

I see that girl and I can't help but
think it could've been one of mine.

Well, it could've been
any of ours.

I'll put you two together.
That's all.

Look, I don't know what it is
with you and Dr. Pryce,

but he is the closest available
scientific authority.

You really gonna make
me ask Olivia...

- You know what he did.
- No, I don't. None of us do.

Sheriff!

Norman.

Uh... Doctor,
sorry to bother you.

- We know you're busy.
- No apology necessary.

A tragedy like this
relieves one of adhering

to the standard
social conventions.

It shouldn't even require the summons
of a majority shareholder. Norman,

how's your family?

Let's assume if normally I don't
want you asking about my family,

today doesn't change
a goddamn thing.

Certainly.

You were going to ask me
about an animal attack.

Well, uh, we don't know
what it is.

Oh, the autumn is unkind,
little flower.

(screaming)

Mm-hmm.

- Huh.
- We're wasting our time.

Mmhmm.

Based on subcutaneous bite
patterns, I believe you can

with certainty exclude from your
list a suspect on two legs.

We didn't find any animal
tracks at the scene.

Which is peculiar, but I can
only tell you what I see.

Her... phone was on
when it happened.

I got the impression that whatever
it was that was attacking her

wanted her to watch.

Fear is an intoxicant
to apex predators.

It is not unusual for them
to disembowel prey animals

and consume the fat
between the essential organs

to keep them alive
as long as possible

- during the process.
- You do realize a girl is dead.

And in the interest of saving
precious time, I will mourn her passing

subsequent our conversation.

Was there anything else?

He's all yours.

No. Thank you, Doctor.

I need... Do you trust
his analysis or not?

I don't trust if you drew your gun and
shot him blood would leave his veins.

In the midst of the throne
shall feed them,

and shall lead them to living

fountains of waters:

And God...

All right, man.

(PA):Tonight's vigil
for Brooke Bluebell will be held

at Penrose High Stadium.

Hemlock High students are
encouraged to attend.

It'll be at 7 o'clock tonight.
Thank you.

Could an upir have done it?

It's not their style...
usually.

The vigil being held
later tonight...

your sister would
like to attend.

Pass. I've spent all day
around fucking crying girls.

Did you know her?

Didn't think there was a
pair of pom-poms in a

50-mile radius that wasn't
within your purview.

I didn't know her.
Different crowd, I guess.

How are you, darling?

I'm fine.
Why wouldn't I be fine?

Do you see me as someone
you can trust?

Yeah.

Peter!

Peter, dinner!

Peter!

PETER!

(Roman): What did it
feel like?

What did what feel like?

Killing that girl.