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- Mm.

Mm.

Have a good time.

But not too good.

- I don't even want to go.

The guys insisted.

It's just gonna be a lot of drinking, poker, guys

lighting their farts on fire.

- And that chick at the Saddlestrap

in Finleyville who can shoot ping-pong

balls out of her cooch?

Strippers are fine, but no hookers.

I don't want you bringing bugs back into our bed.

- Everything I want is right here.

- Hey, make sure that Peter has a good time.

He needs it.

Done.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Bring a toothbrush.

"Spivak's genome sequencing now complete,

comma, markers for a cartilaginous skeletal

structure and several cold-water indices

can be isolated and identified.

Dr. Arnold Spivak," end quote.

Full stop.

Histological preparation and observation

via standard microscopy reveals evenly distributed structures

resembling subcutaneous mucous glands, comma,

which further suggest amphibious

rather than reptilian genesis.

Full stop.

Far more troubling is the evident phenotypic

morpho-fluidity, which allows the organism to assume

the simulacra of human form and consciousness

while maintaining--

Attention, please.

A biological contaminant has been detected.

Quarantine procedures have been initiated.

- Blinsky! Open the door!

- I can't.

Contamination protocols have been triggered.

There's no manual override.

- But I didn't do anything!

This must be some malfunction.

Please, try to relax.

The air sys-- systems are running the diagnostics.

If there's been an error, the system will auto-correct

and the quarantine will be lifted.

- When?

Hard to say with any degree of certainty,

given the variables.

- Blinsky, bring me my meds immediately.

- What?

- Bring me my meds!

- Of course, I'd be happy to, but unfortunately,

the containment module is not equipped

with a pass-through apparatus.

I talked to the guys about boosting

the drugs and shit.

And I gotta say, they just don't think it's a problem.

- What happened to the fucking ice-cream trucks?

- Yeah, I'm still doing that too.

Come on, man.

How about a little rhythm here?

Everything I do is for Destiny.

You know that.

- Oh, and this is how you plan to take care of her,

by getting your ass shot off?

Hey, be sure to get her knocked up so your kids never

know their father 'Cause that's what's gonna happen when

your shit plan goes sideways.

- OK, look, maybe you're right.

Maybe the whole heist thing needs rethinking.

- Oh, you think maybe the heist thing needs rethinking?

- That's what I said.

What the fuck do you want from me?

- I want you to show me that you can be trusted.

Be like hey, spittin' hot shit

- Where is everybody?

Hello?

Anybody here?

- Shit.

- Fuck.

I mean what I say

That's why I'm up in there

That's respect DIA

President O-trauma, the way I'm running shit

Y'all can dig it like I--

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

- Andreas, Peter, where are you?

Oh, my fucking head.

I need some air.

- You OK?

- What I told you last night about Letha--

- You can't put that on yourself.

- I kept my daughter locked in a soundproof box.

And I never knew how to love her.

That is on me.

Promise me you won't tell anybody.

OK.

- Especially Peter.

He would never understand.

- I'm very good at keeping secrets.

- These things last night, why do

you think they were after us?

- I don't know.

Maybe it's our turn.

I'm OK now. I can drive.

- No, you're not even close to fine.

- I'm fine.

- And you need blood.

We both do.

- So maybe you and I should hunt after all.

- I got a better idea.

Let's rob a bank.

Dr. Pryce's line.

Dr. Blinsky speaking. - Where is he?

I'm sorry, Ms. Godfrey.

Dr. Pryce is indisposed at the moment.

- Fuck that.

Tell him to wipe his ass.

I'll be there in 15 minutes.

Oh my god.

- Morning.

- 'Tis.

- People get up early around here.

- Yeah.

There's not much to do after sundown.

It gets pretty cold, dark.

What you got there?

Emily Dickinson, huh?

- I love her stuff.

There was a long time, maybe my whole life, really,

when it felt like she was my only friend.

Probably sounds silly.

- No, not at all.

"Hope is the thing with feathers

that perches in the soul, and sings

the tunes without the words.

And never stops at all."

- What are you doing?

- Wait and see.

- Mind if I try?

- Do your thing.

Thanks.

- Yes?

- What kind of fucked up shit did you do in your last life

to get punished with a mug like that?

Shit.

And I thought I'd seen ugly in my day.

Saw a lady once who had her whole face cut off by a lawn

mower, looked better than you.

I don't give two shits what that judge said.

Admit it.

You got away with murder.

Didn't you?

Huh?

- Yep.

And you know why?

Because I enjoy killing--

dogs, cats, people.

Kill, kill, kill.

It's a calling, really.

So you better keep that in mind when you go to sleep tonight.

'Cause this doesn't close.

And I'll be watching you.

OK, guys, that was--

That's all clear?

There's a lot--

Yeah, you got something.

You got something.

- Welcome to the Rooster Boost Playhouse!

- I figured out the caviar was stepped on.

It's gotta be what this is about.

- Impossible. I handled it.

You saw. - Croats are fucking crazy.

- I don't give a fuck what the reason was.

We got to hit back, and twice as hard.

- Take it easy.

I know it's hard, but just--

- Did they deserve this?

Huh?

You all knew these folks, Shandor, the rest of them.

- I say we fuck 'em up.

Turn the snow red with their blood, rat-shit cowards.

- Oh, hey, hey.

The Croats aren't the only ones we've grifted, all right?

For all we know, this could have

been somebody else altogether.

- Yeah, it could have been the guys

we jacked the stuff from originally.

Either way, we're not going to war with anyone.

- You calling the shots now, Peter?

- We gotta take care of them first.

- I say we walk the fuck away like we were never here.

- No, we leave them here, the cops will be up our asses

so fast.

I say we pull the backhoe around, dig a hole.

A few Gypsies fall off the face of the Earth,

who's gonna give a damn?

- They're family, not some fucking trash to be thrown out!

- Come here.

- Fucking animals.

- Andreas, you gotta calm down.

- But these--

- Get the guys to put the bodies on a truck.

Appoint someone to drive it to a long-term lot somewhere,

lock it up, let the bodies freeze.

And that'll buy us some time to figure

out what to do with them.

- Yeah, I already thought of that.

- And everyone else scrubs every

inch of this place with bleach--

walls, floors, everywhere.

And when they're done and there's not

a drop of blood left to be found,

they're going to start scrubbing some more.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

OK.

Give me your car keys.

- Why?

Where are you going?

- I'm going to find out who did this.

Just-- just clean up this mess and don't do anything

else until I get back.

OK?

Keys.

- Hey, babe.

Hey, creamsicle.

So, what's up?

- Did you get there OK?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I was just checking in, like I said I would.

Is everything OK?

- All good.

I just called to say I love you and, uh, I miss you.

- Me too.

Did you like your big surprise?

- Uh, what?

Don't tell me

some asshole broke into the car and stole it last night.

- The watch.

Sorry, yeah.

God, it's-- it's beautiful, baby.

I love it.

Good.

OK, well, say hi to the boys for me.

I will.

Just be careful, OK?

- What do you mean?

Nothing.

Just, you know, your men are out of town.

- Since when do I need you and Peter to take care of me?

- Since never.

Just-- just take care.

Sure.

- I love you so much.

- I love you too, babe.

- No, no, no!

Don't shoot!

Please, just let us go!

- Stop!

Roman, enough!

Let's just get out of here.

From Zion, perfect in beauty, from the rising

of the sun to where it sets, God shines forth.

A fire devours before him.

- He was gonna kill you.

- He'd be alive if we weren't who we are, what we are.

Greedy, barbarous, and cruel.

- My people are dead, and you're out walking

around buying groceries. I want to know why.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- I swear to God, if you lie, I'll take your eye.

How much did they pay you to rat us out?

- The Croats are moving their product to their retailers

on the street.

If they found out it had been stepped on,

they'd have trashed the load.

And I'd be hanging by a bridge with a hook through my tongue.

- I want to know who's responsible.

- You tell me your people have been killed.

Do you think I'm consulted about such things?

All I know is fish eggs.

- You're going to make some calls.

And you're going to put me in a room with who's in charge.

I want a meeting.

- But I'm nobody.

I have no authority.

- Do it.

- Are you sure you wouldn't prefer spending

the night at my place?

- I think I need to be alone.

- When will I see you again?

- Ms. Godfrey, it would be best for all concerned

if you would just take a minute and

listen to what I have to say.

- Would you mind telling me what exactly is going on here?

- Dr. Pryce is in containment.

- Well, I can see that, Blinsky.

I'd like to know why.

- Well, that is a matter of some conjecture.

Either a vir--

- Olivia!

Get that little maggot to open this door.

- How long does he need to stay in there like that?

- Well, that's another known unknown.

- I fucking hate boxes!

- Well, speaking of boxes, what's up with those rats?

- What rats?

- The ones on your computer devouring each other.

- You hacked into my computer?

- I want you to explain why you're

watching cannibal rat porn and what it has to do with me.

- How did you--

- It doesn't matter.

Explain.

- I work with lab rats all the time.

That's what they're for.

- You didn't answer the question.

- This might come as a shock, but not everything in this lab

or elsewhere on the planet is about you, Olivia!

- Are you hiding Shelley in the White Tower somewhere?

Because if you are--

- You lost Shelley?

- No, I didn't lose Shelley, she just--

- God damn it! - You know what?

- I knew it! - Johann.

- What did you do with her?

- No, I'm getting sick and tired--

- The second she got out, you got your--

- Shut up! - --hands on her.

- I'm telling you, shut up!

Give it to me straight.

Is my cancer back?

Maybe.

And maybe not.

Now, you open this door and you let me take my meds.

And then I will tell you everything I know.

- Open the door. Give him his meds.

- I can't.

There's no manual override, as Dr. Pryce well knows.

- He says you can't open it. - Don't listen to him.

He's lying.

No.

- I suppose there's no delicate way to say this.

Dr. Pryce is going through the classic stages

of drug withdrawal.

- Oh, I had no idea how bad his addiction had become.

- People rarely do.

We should consider this unexpected development

a gift, a kind of cosmic intervention, if you will.

Soon, the drug will have released its insidious hold,

and recovery can begin.

- Did you trap him in there on purpose?

- What?

How can you even suggest such a thing?

- You did.

You stuck him in there to get clean.

- I did no such thing.

- A masterstroke, and deeply compassionate.

I've been very worried about him, the self-abuse.

It takes a truly extraordinary man

to shoulder a burden like that, restoring that once brilliant

mind to sanity, no matter the consequences to your own career

or reputation.

Dr. Pryce can't do this alone.

He's gonna need all the help he can get.

So I guess it'll be up to us to love him through this.

- Yes, it will indeed.

He should be through the worst of it in another 24 hours.

- So to be clear, there's no contamination?

- Only the poison he's got himself hooked on.

- Open the door now.

- But you just said that--

- Do what I say, and this little ruse stays between us.

Otherwise, you can kiss your career goodbye.

Hello?

- Olivia, you're going to want to get down here.

Shelley's at your apartment.

My apartment?

She's with some dude.

What dude?

I have no idea.

They don't look like they're sticking around.

So you're going to want to put a little fire under it.

- Look, I have an errand to run.

Now, you keep him in there until I get back,

or I'll have your ass on a spit.

Are we clear?

- Yes, I think so. - No!

Are we clear?

- Yes.

- Fuck.

- This is where it starts.

And this is where it ends.

- What's that supposed to mean?

Brianna is the picture

of wedding-day perfection.

In just four short weeks and a little more than 7,000 over

budget, Julius made Brianna's wedding wash-out

into a wedding wonderland.

Everything about it

was just totally magical.

Julius was so caring and understanding.

This fully mature male

Grant's gazelle senses danger.

Too late. - Mm.

The leopard is

already in motion, taking down its prey

as the rest of the herd--

--scatters in panic.

- Who is it?

- Surprise!

- Hi.

- Surprise.

- Hey.

All right.

- What are the streets telling you, cousin?

- It was the Croats.

- Well, while you were out there confirming the obvious,

me and the pack came up with a plan.

- They're all gonna be at their shithole social club tonight.

- We're going to chain the doors shut from the outside

and torch the place with everyone inside.

Cremate them all.

- Yeah!

- Everyone, huh?

Women too?

- Let every corpse be a lesson.

Shock and awe, brother.

Shock and motherfucking awe!

- OK.

We hit back.

But we hit back smart, surgically.

We're going to take one head, Milan's.

- We have to take the same number

of lives they took from us. - No.

- It's the law.

It's got to be that way.

- No!

Just Milan's.

When we wave that prick's head around,

he becomes the symbol for the bloodbath that he caused.

That way, they got no more skin left in the game.

Everyone goes home and moves on with their lives.

Yes?

- So you just watched them drive away and you did nothing?

- There were two of them.

And your daughter is 7 feet tall.

I felt a physical confrontation would have been asymmetrical.

- Well, then why didn't you follow them?

- I am following them.

I slapped a GPS tracker on the guy's truck.

And my guy at the DMV is running plates.

They won't get far.

- She's taken up with a common thief, an addict probably.

She'll be completely under his control.

- I know junkies, Olivia.

This guy didn't fit the bill, not by a long shot.

- Well, maybe he-- maybe he's kidnapping her,

selling her to God knows who for God knows what.

- I didn't get that vibe.

She seemed pretty happy.

- Because he's got her doped out of her mind

on all sorts of drugs.

Why are you doing this to me?

- Nobody's doing anything to you.

It looked like she was having fun.

You remember fun.

- Stealing her mother blind?

You call that fun?

My daughter doesn't know the first thing about anything.

She doesn't have the sense God gave little chickens.

She's not planning on coming back, is she?

I was never there for her.

- Hi.

I was wondering if I might--

- Whatever you're selling, magazines, carrot seeds, Jesus,

I am not interested.

- I'm not selling anything.

If I could come in, I'll explain.

- I don't let total strangers into my house.

- Please.

- I'm not feeling well.

Not that it's any of your concern, so.

Remove your fucking hand from my door.

- I'm your daughter.

- You're insane.

Magdalena.

- Who put you up to this?

- My father said he never stopped loving you.

He said you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever met.

His name was Dimitri.

- He lied.

Whoever told you that was a liar.

They all are.

They tell you something pretty, whatever you need to hear,

but they always leave.

- I don't want anything from you, except to understand

why you gave me up.

It couldn't have been easy.

I heard the stories.

You were practically a child yourself.

I didn't come to make your life harder.

But I have to know.

This is where I'm staying.

Come find me when you're ready.

- This town is just full of crazy people.

- Yeah.

- Yeah!

- That was amazing.

- Your turn.

- My turn?

To do what?

- Whatever you want.

That stage is a window into your soul.

- I can't go up there.

The whole idea terrifies me.

- Well, that's exactly the reason to do it.

Run at that barking dog.

Make your fears your ally.

- I wouldn't even know what to do.

- It doesn't matter what you do, only that you do.

And you have my solemn word, this is not going

on your permanent record.

- I can't.

I don't even--

- Some Emily.

What would the Belle of Amherst think

if she knew you were denying the gift

of her poetry, her heart to all these gentle folk.

Do it for her.

Speak her words out loud.

- Well, you put it that way, I'd

be a total Eeyore to say no.

- You'll be fine.

- Yeah!

Yeah.

- "I tried to think a lonelier thing than any I had seen.

Some polar expiation, an omen in the bone of death's

tremendous nearness.

I probed retrieveless things.

My duplicate to borrow."

- Ah, yeah!

There is a deletion referred

to as V2-V4 deletion--

They did not analyze the presence or

the absence of--

- Johann, please.

Talk to me.

- Fuck you.

You two have had it in for me since the beginning.

- Johann, honestly.

The containment

module has been determined to be contamination-free.

Thank you for your patience.

Quarantine protocols are terminated.

- That was not supposed to happen.

He's not through it yet.

Mm.

- Doc.

The breaker on the diagnostic sensors was tripped.

Triggered a warning light on the main panel.

I reset it for you.

- That is what's growing inside of me?

- Yours will be a little smaller, of course.

I have your scans right here.

- And that is?

- Oh, that's the host body it was withdrawn from.

Oh, you have no idea how much better I feel.

- Well, that's not going to happen to me.

You're going to fix it.

I mean, you can just cut it out of me, right?

- Unfortunately, the organism so entwines the brain

and spinal cord that extracting it

would almost always kill the patient.

- Well, then, chemo?

Radiation?

- Anything's worth a try, I suppose.

- Worst case, you'll just whip up another creature like

the one in the tank, and I'll just, you know, feed on it,

like I did with you-know-who.

- Growing another creature would take 18 months minimum.

You haven't got that long.

- What are you saying, Johann?

- Spivak created this disease.

The rats were test subjects, prototypes

engineered to manage their disease by feeding

on their own species.

- Well, does that work?

Does it fix it if I just feed on other healthy--

- Regrettably, no.

From my experience, from my observation,

it just delays the inevitable.

It's pretty much a lose-lose situation.

- And you know this how?

- Spivak recorded his plans in great detail using microdot

technology, a quaint encryption trick of the mid-20th century.

They just made everything really tiny

and hoped nobody would find it.

It's all there in its original German.

From its repeated references to--

Um, "making the world upir-free."

And--

"The pathogen doesn't affect human beings exposed to it."

It's abundantly clear that Spivak's development

of the LoPS pathogen was and is the primary catalyst

for the extermination of all upir.

- Does Roman have it?

- Not to my knowledge, no.

- Of course he doesn't.

How long before I--

- Well, I'd just be guessing, but without treatment,

I'd say a month, give or take.

And as I mentioned, there currently is no treatment.

Try not to stress.

If there is a cure, I'll find it.

- Remember, Pryce, if I die, my failsafe plan

to reveal your entire sick, sordid past will kick in.

You'll spend the rest of your days a hunted man.

So you'll be needing your peppy pills to keep

you very fucking motivated.

- Dick.

Dick.

- These are for you.

'Cause you're gonna own Andreas's pretty soon.

Ooh!

- Hey, not to worry.

It's gonna be great.

- Which one of you is Destiny Rumancek?

- Oh my God!

- Yeah!

Take it off!

- Yes!

- Woo!

Woo-hoo!

- Oh my God!

Long time coming, still gotta--

- It doesn't seem like anybody's home.

- Shh.

Knock you down like a domino

Settin' a blaze like the wildfires in California

Because I'm equipped the brains to bring brothers the pain

And that's never gonna change

More like a light drizzle of rain

Energy into creating this monstrous ish

Put my soul in everything I spit

Lyrics of raw feeling

- What the fuck is going on?

- Finally, our guests of honor.

We were starting to feel foolish standing around

in the dark, but here you are.

You like movies, Andreas?

What kind?

Comedies?

Scary movies?

Porn?

Do you know what kind of movies I like?

I like comedies.

I like porn, but I like comedies more.

- You like that, don't you, you filthy bitch?

- Oh, baby, that's right.

Say it.

Say it.

Fuck me with that big fat Gypsy cock.

Say it.

Fuck me with that big, fat Gypsy cock.

Where do you want

this big, nasty load, baby?

Anywhere you want to shoot it,

you hot fucking Gypsy bastard.

Oh, fuck.

Just make sure to erase this thing after.

I'm not stupid.

I'm just going to show it to my friend, Tiff.

She gets off on this shit.

- This piece of shit whore is the daughter you raised.

Are you proud, Mama, of the cum jug you gave birth to?

You put your family on a plane, and you fly as

far away from here as you can.

You understand?

If I ever see your faces again, I will cut you into pieces

and feed you to my dogs.

- Let's go.

- You got our people killed.

And you were going to take more innocent

lives to cover up that?

It ends here.

I need your word.

- Come on.

I let the pussy cloud my judgment.

Every man here knows what it's like.

I made a terrible mistake.

I'm sorry.

- You have my word.

Peter, Peter, don't do this.

Please, Peter.

No more takedowns, I promise, OK?

The pack's yours.

You're the boss.

- You thought you could join our family?

That I was going to let you ruin my cousin's life?

- Your cousin will hate you forever.

You fucking coward!

Turning your own blood over to these shitheads.

Cocksucker!

Motherfucking cocksucker!

I'll see you in hell, you filthy fucking faggot!

I'm Mr.

Joy, and I am back

And we can do it like this

We can do it like that

It's an old fact that we can never be wack

'Cause we sell--

Love is not to

brag, baby

Love is not to boast

But you I love the most from pillar to post

Uh, Welton Irie come for chant down Babylon

Say, Mr. Irie come for chant down Babylon

Now me say, Nebuchadnezzar, the king of Babylon

Is spread out for him in a sardine pan

With I Welton Irie at the microphone stand

Me no worry, me right

You are tell me, say me wrong

We must come first.

And me not come second

Now may I go chant down Babylon

You know why?

Chant down Babylon

Come, Mr. Irie come for chant down Babylon

Wow, settle, settle down