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- Oh, fuck.

Hello?

Pryce?

Annie?

You shouldn't be walking around.

- I'm OK.

I'm OK.

Any pain or pressure?

- Just a little headache, that's all.

I guess I should thank you for saving my life again.

- Thank God, it was only a bump on the head.

- Why are you thanking God?

He let it happen.

And a slight bump on the head is exactly the wrong way

to think about a concussion.

Avoid any physical exertion for the next 24 hours.

- Sure.

Why are we in here?

- Well, because Annie, before becoming a registered nurse,

clearly was a Girl Scout.

I believe is the French equivalent.

She was worried you'd gotten bitten during the attack.

And she knew the rule that all Girl Scouts

know, French or otherwise, bring the doctor

the thing that bit you.

Autopsy time.

Oh, wow.

Right there in the Oval Office,

Mr. Johnson presents his own Johnson,

with a mighty flourish.

And he tells the Congressman, this, my friend,

is why we're in Vietnam.

A hundred years prior, another US president,

one Ulysses S. Grant, never let anyone

see him naked, for reasons unknown to

the historical record.

However, I have 3 and 1/2 theories why.

Number one, he had an infant-sized--

Subject is female, Caucasian,

5'8 and weighing 121 pounds.

Subject is cachectic, with large patches

of reticulated hyperpigmentation

on her chest, abdomen, and left anterior thigh,

consistent with melanoma.

- It's skinny and misshapen with that blue stuff

on its skin.

- Yeah, I got the gist.

Fingers are ossified, flexed

into an immobile, claw-like configuration,

with thickened, hypertrophic nails.

All the better to rip your heart out with, my dear.

Abnormal jaw flexibility.

An accessory sinus in the maxilla,

apparently filled with venom.

Sound familiar?

- You think this is one of us?

Upirs don't feed on other Upirs.

We can't.

We get horribly sick.

- Bone saw.

Well, that's--

Interesting.

- Sure.

Gray-mottled, highly vascular mass,

with extensions to the right upper quadrant of the abdomen

and the base of the neck.

- I have never seen a tumor this big.

- That's what makes it interesting.

- Jesus Christ!

Very interesting.

- Is that alive?

- The corpse isn't, by definition.

As for the tumor, highly differentiated structures,

reminiscent of a string of ganglia,

suggesting higher nervous system function.

- That thing's got a brain?

- And an appetite, apparently.

The tumors created a fistula from the esophagus

to a large pocket near the now unused original stomach.

- A cancer that thinks and eats?

- LoPS.

- Sorry?

- Lower peritoneal squamous lymphoma, LoPS.

It reminds me of a tumor structure

I dissected in medical school.

Let's have a look at Ms. LoPS' brain.

The tumor invests in multiple brain regions--

especially the frontal lobe.

- Reasoning, self control.

The optic nerve.

Vision.

- And the lateral hypothalamus.

- Hunger.

- Hypothesis.

The LoPS appears to be some previously

unknown fusion of cancer and a parasitic organism.

By employing the rapidly replicating cellular structure

of tumors to manipulate the nervous and digestive systems,

it can be speculated that the organism is modifying

the behavior of the host to allow

or even compel the consumption of the host's own species--

which means you, of course.

Hey, Destiny told me what happened.

I was just on my way to see you.

You OK?

- I'll be better.

Where have you been?

- Um--

Can I use your phone to call a cab?

I'm gonna head back to my hotel.

- You're welcome to stay here.

Bedroom's upstairs.

- OK.

- Ochoa.

I have to deal with, um--

I'll explain later, OK?

- OK.

- Well, I got something for you.

Just let me warn you, it's some crazy shit.

This a bad time?

You got company.

- Just a girl.

Oh, yeah?

How'd you meet her?

- Since when am I part of your investigation?

- Which brings me to--

I found this.

Remind you of anyone?

So what are you saying, this is Spivak's grandfather

or something?

Have you ever seen even a father and son look

exactly, completely alike?

This is Spivak.

- But that can't be possible.

- Here's the part where I sound like a fucking mental case.

I think we might be dealing with some kind of paranormal

outside-the-box-type shit.

- Actually, um, outside the box is good.

Focus there.

- How did you know about Omul Negru?

I thought your mom didn't teach you any Upir customs.

- You-- you're talking about this?

In the drawing?

- Yeah.

Omul Negru, the Upir Boogeyman.

- You know about it?

- Yeah, just that it's some Carpathian peasant story.

- Tell me.

- Uh-- I don't remember a lot of details.

- Anything.

- I have this Upir friend, Nate.

Well, you can talk to him.

He's an anthropology professor.

- OK. Call him.

Call him right now.

- It's that important?

- You have no idea.

- Well, I could take you to him if you want.

- Yeah.

It was totally uncanny.

Exactly like you said, he is completely crazy,

him and the gypsy, both.

I just played along and boom.

But I don't mean to minimize.

He didn't get into, uh-- what was it?

The immortal space lizard shit that you

were talking about, but--

- Yes, he's a lost cost.

What about Shelley?

- I was getting to that.

I'm pretty sure she's OK.

- She was there?

- Someone was upstairs.

From the way he acted when I asked him, guessing it was her.

- Guessing is nowhere near good enough.

This is my daughter.

- I will set up a camera outside of his place.

- Get me in there today.

Uh, breaking and entering, you do

know that is a felony, right?

Oh, f-- oh.

Oh, fuck!

Ah!

Fuck!

Fuck.

Fuck!

Dr. Pryce!

- Oh, thank you.

Thank you, Klaus.

I'd forgotten or couldn't remember

where I put the-- the-- the--

- Epipen.

- Exactly, epipen.

- You should have been using the containment module, sir.

- You're right, you're right.

Protocols.

Protocols, it's just that I got so caught up in this autopsy.

I still have more important work to do.

- Maybe you really just need to get some sleep, sir.

- No.

But, Klaus, it's just--

- Shelley?

Any sign?

- No.

- You said she was here.

- Actually, I didn't.

- You pull any shit with me--

- I'd be upset, too.

I'd be pissed off if my kid ran off,

after taking care of her the way that you did,

especially given how she's hanging

out with your fuck-up son.

Wherever she is, I'm gonna find her.

- OK.

You actually saw it.

- Yeah.

- The Boogeyman is real.

I can't believe what you've been through.

It's the worst thing in the world, losing a child.

- I think about her every second.

Does it ever get any better?

- I wish I could say yes.

But you can't blame yourself.

You took in this kid.

You gave her a home, loved her.

You're doing everything you can to find her.

Did your cousin ever tell you who he was?

The baby's father?

- Nah, just some guy.

Dude, I'm not actually gonna fuck her.

I'm just gonna take her home for the night,

you know, for Facebook.

- To be ironic.

Where's Destiny?

- Full day of mysterious female wedding rituals.

- What's this?

- Our next job.

Should have seen it.

He had a whole slideshow, very compelling.

- What kind of job?

- The fucking fantastic kind.

95 Lexington Street, do you know it?

- No.

- You should.

It's a jackpot.

All the cops in Western Pennsylvania, this

is where they store the guns they confiscate.

Four times a year, they truck them away to be melted

down in a blast furnace.

Next run's on Tuesday.

- You're gonna rob it first.

After.

Too many cameras at the storage facility.

We're gonna wait till it's en route,

then hit the vehicle here.

- Armed guards?

- Yeah.

It's not SEAL Team Six.

Two guys making minimum wage are

likely to shoot off their own dicks if anything goes down.

So if Nate comes off a little full

of himself at first, just remember,

he really is a genius, OK?

He's kind of famous in our community,

but you warm up to him.

He's super charismatic.

- You slept with him.

- Times Square, V-J Day, the whole city was in love.

- How old are you, really?

Do you know who else might be helpful?

Nate's girlfriend, Hannah.

Really smart.

History professor at Columbia.

- Mm-hmm.

- Annie, ma belle.

Good to see you. Hmm?

- Yes.

- Hi. Roman.

- Nate.

- Oh, it's a party.

- Now that you're here, it is.

Come in, come in.

That attractive young lady setting the table

is Megan Whitney.

- Hi.

And you know Julia and Mickey Hughes.

Annie.

Hi.

- Nice to see you.

Oh, and everybody, this is Roman.

- So you're the baby Upir.

Hey, don't worry.

We're in the tribe too.

You're Upirs?

- Mm-hmm.

- All of you?

- Nate told us about you, so we wanted

to welcome you to the fold.

- Do you all live nearby or something?

- He doesn't know about East Cornwall.

- I told you, he's new.

- Our little burg is about 35% Upir, by my own census.

- Where's Hannah?

- Later.

- Oh, let me guess, your student.

- No, of course not.

My physical therapist.

She's getting her degree in kinesiology.

- Mm.

Kl-- Klaus.

How are you?

Welcome.

- Dr. Pryce, um, you promised to get some sleep.

And I will.

But as I was drifting off, I had a thought.

The specific anaplastic cellular structures resemble

the procession of the horsemen and the Parthenon frieze,

which reminded me of an article in "The Lancet"

about equine telomeres and cellular immortalization,

which has prompted a theory about the physiology

of the Spivak creature's--

Well, in short, drumming is helping

me access my right brain.

I am making some real progress finding my shadow.

- Well, it's called potentiation.

The more you dilute a poison, the stronger

it becomes as a cure.

- Homeopathy is generally considered

a pseudoscience, Megan.

Call it what you want.

I have seen it work.

- When can I talk to him about--

- He said after dinner.

- If you don't mind my asking, what

have you been doing in the way of sustenance since you turned?

- Whatever I could find.

- Ah, you've been hunting.

- No, not really.

It's OK if you have.

I can't imagine what it would

be like without learning nonviolent feeding

from a responsible adult.

- There is a support group--

- No, honestly, I'm not hunting.

- Kid's fine.

Leave him alone.

Now, I have a very special amuse-bouche prepared.

- What is that?

Is it AB negative?

That's for Pishers.

This, my dear friends, is the holy fucking grail.

- Oh, my God.

- Want some?

Jesus Christ.

Rh null!

Oh, I know.

My parents told me about it.

But--

This is why I became a phlebotomist.

Come, come, come.

Oh, thank you.

- Mm.

The, um, metallic notes on the end is iron rich.

And you can tell the donor's a real meat eater, can't you?

- It's pretty incredible.

Right?

- Yeah, yeah, I guess.

What's, uh, Rh null?

- It's the rarest blood type.

Um, I think there's only 40 donors in the world

that we know of.

Sorry, it's just--

- I want to show you something.

All right, let's get on out of here.

Yeah.

- Make sure to use plenty of disinfectant on Ms. Ironic

before you bring her back.

Ah, you wish, brother.

- Hey.

I was just wondering.

The cops are making two stops to drop off the guns?

- Yeah.

- Why?

- Spread the business around.

I don't know, you have to ask them.

- The second stop is a blast furnace, which

makes sense for the guns.

But the first one is a medical waste incinerator.

So they're probably dropping off drugs too.

- I guess.

- In which case, the smart play would

be to make the move here--

instead of doing armed robbery here

in the middle of a busy downtown street

in the middle of the day.

Unless you're after the drugs too.

- You said you didn't want to be

involved in any new business.

Consider yourself not involved.

- You're slinging heroin now?

Who gives a shit if a bunch of rich gadje shoot up?

They're-- they're gonna do it anyway.

- What do you think the wolf pack are gonna

say when they see you tossing bags of dope

into the back of your truck?

- They're gonna be psyched.

They got a Christmas bonus.

- Do you think that your family would support this?

Do you think my mother would? - Come on.

You sold that Sebzilla shit.

- That was powdered milk, Andreas!

I was running game.

You brought a drug deal into Destiny's home.

- My home too, Peter.

- The Roma are not drug dealers.

- You're telling me what the Roma are.

Until I brought you into this group,

you were practically a gadje.

You had nothing.

You were nothing.

You really want to step to me, motherfucker?

Oh, shit.

Oh, God.

I'm really-- I'm really sorry, Peter.

I'm-- I'm so stressed out with the wedding and--

and the job.

Whew.

I-- I promise.

And we're-- we're gonna figure this out.

We'll both be happy.

- So the drugs?

- Ah, it's just details.

Come on, we're brothers now.

Let's not let business get in the way.

- Oh, this one's good.

- Blood pudding.

- Huh.

What's in it?

- Immunoglobulin, amino acids, plasma.

We all bring a different ingredient.

Everyone shares it.

It brings everyone together.

Here you go.

- That's good.

Fantastic in fact.

- Oh.

Did you want to chat before dinner?

- Yes, please.

I'm good, I'm good.

You got it?

Yeah!

I swear, you have the most

chaotic face I have ever seen.

This whole upper-right quadrant seems

to be galloping in a different direction than the rest of it.

May I?

They say the beauty is determined by symmetry.

But I gotta say, I find your whole gestalt

cool and unexpected.

I'm Aitor Quantic, by the way.

Shelley.

Why do you come here everyday?

- I'm supposed to take expired food to the dump, but it's--

it's completely edible.

They just want you to throw it away, so you buy more.

So I bring it here.

Waste not, want not, and so forth.

How about you?

What about me?

What brings you to Rooster Poot?

But that's what the residents call this place.

And I have yet to see a rooster around here.

And I wouldn't know a poot if I stepped on one.

But getting back to you.

- Just needed a place to stay.

- Well, as places go, it's upwind of the dump.

I've stayed in worse.

Come on down if you get hungry.

We got pinto beans, all you can eat.

- Do you think you actually saw something like this?

Not like, that's exactly what I saw.

- You're certain.

- 100%.

- Holy fuck.

No, no, no.

Uh, listen-- here it is.

I'm always losing this fucking thing.

This is an illuminated manuscript

from 14th-century Norway.

- It's him.

- The Jormungandr.

That's what the Norse myths call it, at least.

It goes by other names, too.

The Omul Negru.

Um, the Babylonians called it something completely different.

- So what is it?

- The myths say it was a serpent dropped into the ocean

by the gods.

It grew so large, wrapped itself around the entire world,

until it was able to bite its own tail.

And it foretold the end of days.

When the Jormungandr would constrict,

choking all other life on the planet,

the orb whirls, the apocalypse.

- It can't be real.

- As a single entity, no.

I think I would have noticed a giant dragon

wrapped around the earth.

But I do have a theory I've been working out

with some paleo-geneticists, I think

the Jormungandr wasn't a single entity but our ancient memory

of an entire species, our evolutionary adversaries,

if you will.

Anyways, I think we wiped them all out,

just like the homo sapiens did to the Neanderthals.

- Think again.

And what would it be like, the one who survived?

- Well, if the folk tales about the Omul Negru have

any basis in reality, it's--

inconceivably vicious.

Like there's this one story out of the Crimea that is--

- Nate.

- --totally fucking insane.

No, listen to this.

Actually, take whole children and

grind them up into sausages.

- Shut up!

Shut the fuck up.

- What the hell was that?

- Megan?

Megan?

Megan?

- Can we just stick to what's important here?

How well do you know this guy?

- Well enough.

- Is he on drugs? Is he crazy?

Because if there's any truth to what he's saying

- I believe him.

Annie, this is world-changing, epic shit.

I need to get him in a room with a video camera and

any documentation he has that we--

- OK, I'll get it.

You go talk to him.

Yes?

- Hi, Annie.

You look great.

- Hannah?

- What's going on?

- We gotta get out of here.

Roman, we gotta go.

- What's going on? - It's a--

Oh, God!

Megan.

- Where do we go? Where do we go?

- This way! Follow me!

- Wait! My wife!

- What the fuck are you doing, man?

She's gone! - I have to!

- She's gone!

- I have to!

- Let's go.

Come on, hurry up!

This way!

Get in!

Those were-- those were Hannah's cousins.

- They're running in packs now.

- It's spreading somehow.

- Wait, you've seen this before?

- Just one.

Some kind of disease Upirs are getting.

- Great.

I thought the fucking Boogeyman being real wasn't enough.

- OK, we got to barricade--

Annie, open the door!

We'll feed on the others, and we'll let you go.

- Oh, you're gonna let her go?

Total fucking lie, Hannah!

- Says the guy who was fucking his masseuse.

- She's a kinesiologist, you fucking psycho!

Did you know that, uh, hippopotami are the closest

relative to the whale?

No way.

- That's a true, actual fact, because at one time, whales or

the, uh, mammals that became whales,

they walked on dry land.

Then 50 million years ago or thereabout, they

decided to pull up stakes and head back to the ocean

from whence they came.

Why?

One individual, let's call him, uh, Moe.

He did not look like the others.

He-- he was an outcast.

He was fat.

He had short arms and tiny feet.

But see, Moe was soon to discover that being an outcast

also gave him power because he was

forced to think for himself.

He was tough because nobody had his back.

So into the drink he goes.

He's splashing around.

He's having a grand old time.

Now the others saw this, and they went, mm,

I want me some of that, which is how fat Moe, the outcast,

became Wet Moses, the first whale who led his pod out

of their vapid, mud-caked existence,

and into the vast blue ocean, a place

where there is never a rainy day.

- Hey!

So, did you get my message?

Should we invite the Nehamkins?

- Uh, old Nehamkins or young Nehamkins?

- Oh, both because we went to their wedding.

But then if we invite them, we have to invite

the whole Dimitri clan.

In which case, we'll need a crowbar

to pry Uncle Pavel off of every single woman

under the age of 75.

So, Nehamkins, yay or nay?

- I don't really have an opinion.

So what are you doing here?

- Have you ever thought maybe you're

rushing into this whole thing?

I mean, how well do you really know this guy, really?

- This guy?

Andreas is this guy now?

- You've only been together for two months.

- Did you get in a fight?

- I'm just saying, you can read people better than anyone.

- I get what you're going through, losing Letha,

the baby.

And now you feel like you're losing me, but you're not.

You need to let go so that I can live my life.

Ride or die notwithstanding.

Come on, come on, come on, come on,

come on, come on, come on.

- Any sign of them?

- Not for a while now.

You got bars on your phone?

- No.

My neighbor has a landline.

One of you should make a run for it.

- One of us. - I tore my ACL.

- 30 years ago, Nate.

Yeah, but it still hurts a lot.

- Fuck it.

I'll do it.

- No, no, no, no, wait.

You don't even know where he lives.

- OK, it's really easy. You just go down the road.

You go underneath the bridge. He's right there.

You can't miss him. Go.

Get going. - Great.

- OK. - No, no, no.

And then if they're still out there?

- Then I'll run.

- We got one.

Open up! They're coming!

No.

No.

If you open it, they'll kill us too.

- Annie, what the fuck?

- Sorry, I can't help it.

Roman!

The barrel.

Oh, fuck.

Any abnormal bleeding?

- No.

Is my cancer back?

Is that why I can't feed?

- No, no.

No reason to think that.

And did you get a flu shot earlier this year?

- I don't have the flu.

- So it seems, but as for the shot?

- Yes, yes, I got a flu shot.

Norman dragged me there.

- At the pharmacy?

- No, Dr. Spivak's nurse gave it to me.

Oh, God.

Did Spivak do something to me?

He gave you a flu shot, apparently.

- Stop fucking with me, Johann.

What's this about?

When I have a diagnosis, you'll be the first to know.

In the meantime, I'd urge you to consider

taking drum lessons.

I never could have gotten in touch with my shadow

without them.

- Dark.

In the dark.

They're always in the fucking dark.

- You're feeling all right?

- Dark.

All the attacks are in the dark.

Here, in Hemlock too, I turned the light on outside.

They were fucked up.

They were disoriented.

- The tumor's wrapped around the optic nerve.

- Maybe they're sensitive to sunlight.

We just wait them out.

We'll have to leave before sunrise.

I now own a suit, and it didn't fall off a truck.

Two milestones reached.

- I promise you, we're gonna get out of here, OK?

- Nadia's mine.

I'm the father.

- Letha--

- She was my cousin.

She was my half sister.

I fucked her, and she died.

My mother, she forced me into doing it, against my will,

against Letha's will.

I didn't remember anything.

- God.

- It was all part of some fucked-up plan of hers

to make me the way she was.

And it worked.

- Letha didn't know?

- She thought the dad was an angel.

One day, my daughter's gonna ask me who her father is.

And I'm gonna have to tell her who I am and what I did.

It scares me.

It scares me way more than those things out there.

- If your daughter asks, you lie to her.

That's what parents do.

- Oh, Christ.

You know, I'm scared too, but you don't see me crying.

- Nate, help us!

Fucking coward.

- Hi, honey.

- Oh!

Ah!

- Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Girls, get over here!

- We gotta leave.

Come on.

- Yeah, I got-- you know, however many you need,

we have, tons of them.

I got to thinking, that stuff I said about symmetry and--

your face and whatnot, I say weird things sometimes.

I sure didn't mean to make you uncomfortable,

because, you know, the other thing besides symmetry that

determines beauty, big eyes.

And let me tell you, you got that in spades.

- Big eye.

- You look like one of those Keane paintings of the kids--

from the side, at least.

- From the front, I'm a Dali painting.

This was my dad's place.

this mill.

- Yeah, I kind of knew that.

You're pretty recognizable.

Wow.

So, technically, you own Rooster Poot.

- No one owns Rooster Poot.

Over the last 24 hours, your friend, Dr. Pryce,

went on a Google rampage.

Some videos of this drummer named Gene Krupa

but mostly about this place called Plum Island.

Apparently, it's a government germ laboratory in the '40s.

He found an old medical film, and he watched it a bunch.

- What's on it?

- You should probably watch it.

Maybe it'll make sense to you.