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I was thinking maybe you were a no show.

- Middle of the day.

Hard to disentangle from work.

- So many flakes on the message board.

You never know.

But you're here now.

Let's see what I'm working with here.

- You're negative?

- Just tested.

All top and popper friendly, just like the posting says.

No!

No, Daddy.

Daddy, no.

Daddy, no.

Hey, it's me.

So listen, what happened yesterday with that guy

was a terrible thing.

And if I could take it all back, I--

but what happened before the shooting with us,

that was maybe the most beautiful thing, at least

for me.

All the gunfire in the world can't change that.

I'll say a prayer for the guy.

But call me back when you get this, OK?

I need to see you.

It's me, Roman.

You've reached Andreas.

I can't take your call.

Please leave a message.

- It's your fiancée calling again.

Where are you?

You were supposed to be here two hours ago.

Remember, I bought you a really expensive watch?

How about you try using it to tell the time, OK?

Call me.

And if you ran off to Vegas with some stripper,

just call me back, you dummy.

Directions to the body if you want it back.

If it was up to me, I'd leave that shithead with the rats,

just like the rest of the garbage.

Doesn't sound like you

want to be an Upir living in East Cornwall.

- Those things just kept coming.

- This is far worse than I imagined.

Things seem to have escalated precipitously.

- Six weeks ago, Arnold Spivak, MD,

morphs into a flying reptoid.

Then out of nowhere, this shit?

- Are the two related?

- You got to ask the question.

- I've been wondering the same thing

and analyzing these autopsy results,

looking for any connection to the Spivak genome.

- And?

- So far, nothing.

But now that this evidence has surfaced

linking Spivak to genetic research the Nazis were

doing, I--

- What evidence?

- Well, what I meant to say is, I should-- or rather,

I will do some investigating, see

if there's evidence that Spivak was aware of the research

the Nazis were doing.

That could tell us something.

I'm so glad you and Annie made it back from East Cornwall OK.

You are lucky.

- I make my own luck.

- He's not answering texts or returning calls,

and neither is Peter.

- Oh, they're still probably passed out cold.

Or Andreas is so hungover

that he can't move his lips to lie

about how he didn't do blow off a stripper's ass last night.

- No, Andreas doesn't do blow.

He has terrible sinuses.

No, this is the guy who calls me 12 times

a day about nothing.

- They stop talking to you when they get married.

- Which is fine.

It's when they stop listening that the trouble starts.

- He promised he would be back in time

to drive me to the bridal boutique.

It was his idea.

- You can worry about Andreas while you're trying on dresses.

The designer gets $100 deposit, and I don't

want to lose my money, OK?

Now let's go.

Hey, man.

Get back.

- It was mine.

Come on.

- I'll be there, Pancho.

Go back to that pupuseria you call a country.

- Give me that back.

And my name is not Pancho.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Now, now, now, now, now.

Seems like somebody here has gone to the anger place,

which is not a positive place.

- He took my personal shit, including two cans of potatoes.

The bag was left unattended,

therefore mine, according to the laws of the streets.

- The streets?

He trippin'.

- Give the young fella back his bag and his potatoes.

You can help yourself to as much

as you want from the truck.

- He's the one always stirring up this shit.

And who asked you anyway?

- All right, see, now you're going

to the blame place, which is not a positive place or

a creative place.

- How about you go to the shut the fuck up place?

- I warned you, but you wouldn't listen.

You were fierce out there, getting

all up in McDougal's grill.

- He hit you.

Well, he could have done the same to you.

- Well, I've got size on him, a face that can take a punch

and no one would notice.

- That's it.

That's why you seem so familiar to me.

- I seem familiar?

No one has ever said that to me.

- You are a James Cameron heroine.

- Good lord.

- Oh, a fierce and powerful woman.

A warrior, yet decidedly feminine.

Larger than life literally, and idiosyncratically beautiful.

- Boy, you must have been hit pretty hard.

Do you know what day it is?

- It's Tuesday.

I was picking up a load of corn niblets in town.

- Who's the president of the United States?

- Like it even matters.

The theater is showing one of James Cameron's movies,

an underappreciated classic portending the greatness

to come, "Piranha 2."

Wanna go?

- To the movies?

- And then after, we can go to the dump and watch raccoons

forage for scraps and whatnot.

It's a date night.

- A date.

I can't-- I'm not--

I can't.

- Hello.

I'm returning a call from this number.

If you could give me a call back, I'd appreciate it.

Thanks.

- Sorry I'm late.

From the desk of Roman Godfrey?

That little sociopath is a business tycoon?

Who would have thunk?

He's got me running down wrong numbers now

looking for the kid.

- What'd you find out about Shelley?

- Your daughter has taken up residence at the Godfrey Mill.

- Oh, good heavens.

That place is a rat's nest of dope fiends, winos, and bums.

- The truck that they used to move her things out

- of your apartment is-- - Her things?

That's stolen property.

That belongs to me.

- In any case, the vehicle is registered to an Aitor Quantic

of Two Rivers, Wisconsin.

38 years old.

Pennsylvania driver's license.

Probably the guy she rolls with.

- My daughter doesn't roll with anyone.

Certainly, not some middle-aged pervert.

I want him arrested.

- For?

- Burglary, for one.

He broke into my house.

- She resides at that address.

It's not a burg--

- This predator is manipulating a young girl's broken mind.

Why are you siding with him?

What's the matter?

You've never seen a mother heartsick over a troubled teen?

- I'm not taking his side, but you can't use the police

to declare war on some guy that Shelley apparently

wants to hang out with.

- What man wants to hang out with a girl

that looks like that?

I-- I'll forbid her from having anything to do with him.

- As a former bad boy, the quickest way

to get a girl to bend over is for her mom or dad

to disapprove of you.

It's like giving her Spanish fly.

Chango.

He's a protector of children.

- What are you talking about?

- I want you to wear this.

In my culture, Chango is a big deal.

- Getting my daughter back is going to take a little more

than lucky charms.

- Chango is also the spirit guide of self-control.

Losing one's shit accomplishes nothing.

My gift to you.

- Chango?

- Spanish slang for monkey?

And my grandmother's nickname for me.

- Suits you.

Thank you.

Is this a destination wedding?

Vegas? Beach in Hawaii?

No, a church.

We're staying local.

- Gets complicated enough without throwing

airports into the mix.

You'll want something a little more formal.

Maybe a cathedral train?

She'll look just like an angel floating on a cloud.

- Fuck!

- Or maybe a naughty princess.

- Let's talk about color.

This one comes in natural beige, bone, and biscuit.

- Could you try Bajram again?

- It just goes to voicemail.

- With your height, you could really

own the mermaid silhouette.

- What colors does it come in?

- Natural beige, bone, and biscuit.

- Maybe they got arrested.

- You better buy that dress quick before all

the money is used for bail.

We can make this

out of organza, silk, batik, shantung, brocade, or satin.

- OK, Andreas, I'm officially pissed.

Where the fuck are you?

All I can say is you better have a good fucking excuse.

What colors does it come in?

- Natural beige, bone and--

- Biscuit.

- Biscuit.

- Have some more kimchi.

There's plenty.

We got a lot of this stuff.

You ready to get back on that stage?

- This is when I could probably use those drugs

they were giving me.

I don't want to go up there and keel over again.

- All right, here's what you do when you get nervous.

You look at nervous, and you say welcome.

I recognize you.

You're nervous.

Who do you belong to?

You look around, and you say, hey, anybody lose nervous?

He's right over here.

You go do what you got to do, and

you let somebody else figure out who nervous belongs to.

- Got it.

- And push the kimchi.

Got a shitload.

Yo, girl.

- I wrote something I was going to read to you today.

Then I came across something I like

better because it reminds m--

it reminds me of someone I love very much, who I miss a lot.

The poem was written by Richard Brautigan.

It's called "Boo, Forever."

This is for you, Uncle Norman, wherever you are.

Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top,

I am haunted by all the space I will live without you.

All right.

Yeah.

Woo!

Let's go!

Woo!

That was great.

- There's more kimchi than we know what to do with.

Take as much as you like.

Give some to your friends.

Pass along the abundance.

- So this is how you've been spending

your time while I've been practically

catatonic with worry.

- Mother, what are you doing here?

- Well, I hope you're pleased.

Sullying the Godfrey name while slumming with these filthy,

lice-infested halfwits.

After all we've done trying to rescue you from insanity,

this is how you repay us?

Welcome to Rooster Poot.

I am Aitor Quantic.

- Oh, I know who you are.

And you're going to wish we never crossed paths.

Come along, dear.

Let's get you home and deloused before you

go completely insane.

- I have never felt more sane in my life.

- Are you coming home, or do I need to send

for the men in white coats?

- I'm starting to think maybe I'm not the one who's crazy.

- So that was mom.

- Yep.

What time is that movie?

You know who's responsible for this?

Labor unions with their brotherhoods,

picket signs, shutting down the factories

that built this country.

Turning that Godfrey Mill into the black hole

of Hemlock Grove.

A cesspool of filth and indolence,

garbage eaters, and idiots defecating

in front of each other.

And this is where my daughter feels right at home.

This is not my fault. This is so not my fault.

How could I have failed so miserably?

First Roman, now Shelley.

- I have half a mind to run screaming for the hills myself.

I'm not even your kid.

- All those hours in labor, pushing and screaming,

for what? To be told I don't matter?

I don't count for anything?

- Now you know Annie feels.

That is her name, isn't it?

Your daughter who came looking for you

the other day, who you sent packing.

For someone who spent all those years on stage,

that was a mighty thin performance.

- She'd probably end up hating me anyway.

- Or you get a fresh start and make sure that doesn't happen.

I might actually like my father if I was meeting

him for the first time.

And who knows?

Maybe you get a few pointers on how to fix

things with the other two.

- I wouldn't hold my breath with Roman.

I guess you never know.

I'll let Chango be my guide.

- Oh--

Aw.

- Andreas is going to wish he stayed MIA when

he gets the bill for this.

- I don't think he's ever going to come back.

It's going to be OK.

That is ridiculous, honestly.

Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

What's happening, D?

Somebody!

S--

- What do you think, Chango?

Do I look maternal enough?

No.

No one needs to look maternal.

No sign of disease.

Oh, you really do have exquisite hands, Olivia.

She's damn lucky to have climbed out of this gene pool.

I've always been terrified the day would come when you would

find me and want answers.

I-- I don't deal with fear at all well.

I run away from it.

That's what I did, or tried to, by shutting the door

in my daughter's face.

I wouldn't blame you if you did the same thing to me.

I just-- before you close the door,

I want to apologize for the way I treated you the other day.

And for the things that happened over a century ago.

He was a surgeon at the base in Basra.

I was a Red Cross nurse at a refugee hospital.

- He was handsome.

- Love at first sight over amputations and

sucking chest wounds.

And here is your granddaughter, Katerina.

She's 7 there.

High scorer for her team.

That was taken a week before the accident.

- She has your eyes.

- Pryce tried to play it off, but he's

not that good of an actor.

The coincidence of him mentioning evidence

of Spivak the day after Ochoa showed

us that picture strikes me.

It's awfully coincidental.

You gonna answer that?

Logic would suggest-- would show us the leak.

I mean, we already don't trust him.

Right.

- Somehow, Olivia, toxic, manipulative cunt that she is,

got a hook into him.

So I left him a message with his landlord

saying it was from Olivia to meet her at the same place

as last time.

$20 says he'll take the bait.

Yeah.

Peter?

Peter.

Are you OK?

There he is.

They taught me everything

I'll ever need to know about faith, Katerina especially.

She died in my arms.

But I know she'll always be perfect, whole,

and complete, wherever she is.

- To me, faith is a word that describes

something you know isn't real, but you wish it was.

Faith is a sad word in a way.

- What do you believe in?

- I believe in the world and all its hot mess.

The gift of being Upir is you get to live

in it for a very long time.

- No light.

Turn it off, please.

No light.

Thank you.

It's just a thing of mine.

I've been a nurse since 1914.

I worked in a field hospital during the Battle of the Marne.

In seven days, there were 250,000 French casualties.

You can't imagine.

- I think I remember reading something about that somewhere.

- Then I moved back to France in 1944.

My fiancé at the time was a Canadian Army officer.

I was a nursing sister.

- What happened to him?

- He saw combat in the Ardennes during the Battle of the Bulge.

PTSD.

We drifted apart.

- You do like soldier boys.

And the war machine.

Staying that close to the meat grinder,

you must have had an endless supply of blood and guts.

One great, big buffet.

- That's not why I became a combat nurse.

It was a way for me to atone.

- For what?

- All the innocent lives I took feeding in the world

when I was a young Upir.

I had an epiphany.

And ever since--

- Oh, please tell me you're not one of those

self-loathing vegan vampires.

- Not at all.

But I think there is a more humane way to feed.

- A fat man in a restaurant does not feel the need

to atone for his pork chop.

And that's the last time I ever saw my father.

You see, darkness for me washes away all the bad things.

They messed with your head real good, buddy--

--'cause that is some fucked up shit.

He was a-- a beautiful boy.

Strong.

He had sweet eyes, blue as Robin's eggs.

Smelled like hay.

Was always laughing.

We were children, babies, really.

Grown ups would never let us be together, of course.

A stable boy.

We were going to run away, your father and I.

Where to?

- The Greek Islands.

I mean, we didn't even know where

Bucharest was, let alone Greece,

but that was our grand scheme.

We'd wait for the warm weather, and then we'd steal away

in the middle of the night.

- Very romantic.

- He was going to be a fisherman.

- And you?

- A fisherman's wife, I guess.

When I found out I was pregnant with you,

I told him we needed to leave sooner, you know,

before I started showing.

So he told me he was going to the next village

to steal a plow horse.

That was the last I saw of him.

- You must have been heartbroken.

- I cried and cried.

I loved him.

I missed him, hated him, loved him again.

And by the time I delivered, I was just angry.

I mean, I'm grateful to him, though.

He taught me a valuable lesson.

Men leave.

- Not all men.

All men.

It's what they do.

I mean, even your Todd.

- No.

Maybe not at the time or

in the manner of his choosing, but here you are alone.

I know you have your faith or whatever

and you think he's somewhere perfect, whole, and--

- Complete, yeah.

- But he's not here.

- But he is in here.

Just because I can't see him--

Or smell him, or touch him, or fuck him.

All you can do is be angry.

Angry you can do alone.

I used to feel so free

Scrounged up some bronzing and defining sculpting

fixator's powder and lipstick.

- Can I ask you something that stays here?

- First date?

- Pretty obvious, I guess.

- Don't trip.

It's like going somewhere by yourself, only

with another person hanging around.

You know, I've graft bombed faces on plenty of buildings.

If you want, I can see what I can do.

- Thanks.

We'd be at it for days.

It would take a lot of spackle, modeling clay, and a hot glue

gun to renovate this facade.

If Aitor wants to take me to the movies or whatever,

it's going to have to be as is.

- They pulled you out of me and then-- and they took you away.

They wouldn't let me hold you or even look at you.

I was punished just for asking where you'd been sent.

I would lie awake at night, wondering where you

were, what your life was like.

Did you ever come looking for me?

- No, no.

Records being the way they were in those days,

there was no way I could find you.

- But did you ever look for me?

- I-- I always thought about you on your birthday

and on Christmas Day.

- You had money.

Did you hire someone to track me down?

It's not a hard question.

- No.

And you sh-- you should be thankful for that.

I'm not the world's best mom.

I have two other children who will tell you as much.

We're not very close.

And I-- I take responsibility for that.

But I-- I learned from my mistakes,

and I want things to be different with us.

We've been honest with each other.

We're different people who look at the world differently.

But I want us to look past those differences,

past the mistakes I made, past the circumstances

that separated us.

And I want us to find the things

that draw us closer together.

Will you do that with me?

- Yes.

- Oh, my firstborn, I found you.

What's he doing?

Did he spot us?

Hell if I know.

Right Here.

Turn here.

Something you boys curious about?

Might want to ask instead of skulking around

like a couple junior G-men.

- Don't think I need to ask.

I already know the answer.

You were just on your way to meet with Olivia just now,

like you've been doing all along.

- If your issue is, do I have other clients that I work for?

You don't pay me enough to buy my exclusivity.

- How is she paying you, hmm?

I know for a fact that she's broke since I'm

the one who cut her off.

Taking it out in trade?

- Now you're asking questions I can't answer.

You might want to powwow with the hippie

fortune teller chick.

Great tits, nice ass.

Oh.

Oh.

Whoa, whoa.

Easy, easy.

- What the fuck?

Are you trying to kill the guy?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- The fuck's wrong with you?

What the fuck was that, Peter, huh?

What's going on with you?

- Andreas was executed by the Croatian mob last night.

He made a porno starring him and one

of the shot caller's girls.

And I handed him over to the Croatians to make the peace.

Seven of our people got killed on account of what he did,

and he knew it.

He knew it.

But he was going to go to war, and

he was going to have more innocent people killed.

I had to put him down before more innocent

blood was spilled, OK?

I didn't have a choice.

I didn't have a choice, I swear.

But does that piece of shit go to his grave taking--

taking the mess that he made with him?

Yeah, no, that'd be too easy.

What am I supposed to do with a dead body?

Stop.

He should be in there.

- I'll call Pryce, give him a heads up.

- What about-- about what?

- Getting rid of this.

- No.

No, Andreas has to have a funeral.

Destiny needs closure to mourn her dead.

- That's a bad idea, Peter.

The corpse turns up, and police will be all over it.

You don't want that kind of exposure.

- No.

- Your call.

Come on, let's get him.

- Hello?

- Detective Zach Israel, Erie PD.

Who am I speaking with?

- May I ask what this is regarding?

Yeah, I'm returning

a call made from this number to a Merrill Samis.

- I don't know who that is.

So you're not aware that he's deceased?

- No, I'm sorry to hear that.

You called him three times.

- Oh, right.

Actually, I was returning a call.

He must have called me by mistake.

Three callbacks

to a number dialed by mistake.

That's pretty tenacious.

How about the words helmet smorgasbord?

Does that mean anything to you?

- Doesn't ring a bell.

Well, you see,

I'm asking because these deaths are homicides.

- Listen, I was just returning a call.

What it was about, I wouldn't want to speculate.

Well, if you think of anything

that might shed some light--

- I'll be in touch.

Manager said they were shipped the wrong

print by mistake, so they're showing

this instead of "Piranha 2."

- So we'll watch this.

- Well, it's unfortunate.

I think you'd really enjoy "Piranha 2."

It foreshadows many of the themes James Cameron

explores in his later work.

- Oh.

- The trope of the female protagonist as a canary

in a coal mine warning of the impending doom makes

its debut in "Piranha 2."

- If you want, we can ask for our money back and go

see "Piranha 2" another time.

- No, no, the movie doesn't matter.

I'm mostly interested in spending time with you

and getting to know each other better.

- I'd like that, too.

Oh, wow.

- I think he's telling the truth.

It's possible.

- You ever heard of the Anthropocene extinction?

- No.

- It's the end of life on this planet

as we know it on account of man.

That's what Anthropocene means.

It's happening as we speak.

- Oh.

- "Piranha 2," there's an early manifesto bearing witness

to the ecological destruction caused by man's interference

in the natural order, symbolized

in the film by genetically engineered,

flying, carnivorous grunions.

Isn't there somebody in your--

- Oh.

or something.

- It's also a romance.

- You think this is OK?

- Except for the surveillance cameras

we won't know about until the cops come knocking, sure.

On three.

1, 2, 3.

Shit.

I better call in a tip to 911 so he's not out here too long.

- I'll do it.

You need to stay as far away from this as you can.

- Thank you.

- Come on.

We gotta go.

Come on, Peter.

We gotta get out of here.

The warrior mother's journey takes

her into the dark realm--

in this case, the sunken ship to confront death-- and returns

enlightened and empowered.

Classic monomyth stuff.

- Aitor, you are a really interesting guy

with a lot of really interesting things to say.

- Well, I should shut up and let you watch this movie.

- It's pretty good, actually.

- I talk a blue streak when I get nervous.

Sewers became the new runway?

- You're nervous.

Runway?

- I thought--

- You mean, hey, everybody, I got nervous over here.

Who does nervous belong to?

I invariably find out nervous belongs to me.

- What are you nervous about?

- A lot of things.

Mostly getting close to people.

Do you think it's possible that the--

- I understand.

Do I make you nervous?

- No.

But there is the whole issue of comportment regarding

a first kiss situation presenting itself

should we continue down this path,

which, objectively speaking, is completely terrifying.

- First kiss?

- See, I already ruined it.

Forget I said anything.

- You want to kiss me?

- Not if you don't want me to.

See, this is where I struggle, in that gray zone

of getting close to someone, knowing

or not knowing when it's appropriate

or not appropriate as a--

- I'd be fine with it, I think.

Maybe it would be better if we just called it our second kiss.

- I was worried when I didn't hear back, but--

are you OK?

- I'm good.

- You've hurt yourself.

Here, let me see.

- Really, I'm fine.

- You know what?

You need a stiff drink and a good meal.

There's this little bistro in Sewickley

I've been meaning to try.

- I really can't.

- Well, I suppose we can stay here

and order pizza like a couple of teenagers.

- Roman fired me.

- That pissy little prick.

- No, trust me, not working for your son is a good thing.

I've been doing some digging, and stuff I'm coming up with

is about as bad as it gets.

- Forget about Roman.

I want to tell you all about my afternoon with Annie.

- I-- I keep a fishing boat down in the Florida Keys.

I think I should go spend some quality time on board, far,

far away from here.

- What are you saying?

- If I leave now, ahead of rush hour,

I can get there by sunset tomorrow.

- What about Shelley?

- I got a buddy of mine checking in on that.

That guy she's with, turns out, has some priors.

So that's all in FedEx.

- You need to help me find my granddaughter.

- I hate to say it, but you know as well as anyone I'm

turning up nothing on that.

- But-- and Roman, I mean, you know what he's capable of.

Imagine how I feel.

You can't go.

- My car's packed.

I'm checked out of my place.

- And us?

Just really were getting to know one another.

For whatever reason, you and I really seem to click.

You seem to understand me.

Most men don't.

- I've enjoyed working with you, too.

And we'll definitely stay in touch.

You should plan a trip.

Get you out on the boat.

Gulf Stream's just a couple miles offshore.

There's a Marlin out there with your name on it, no question.

- You have to stay in Hemlock Grove.

I need you here with me.

- Come here.

- Don't leave.

We'll see each other soon.

- What do I have to do to make you stay?

Most people think the world's

going to end in a ball of fire or a blinding flash and

a giant mushroom cloud.

Personally, I think Armageddon's happening

all around us in slow motion.

- This is the way the world ends.

Not with a bang, but a whimper?

- Yep.

- Does it depress you?

- February depresses me.

Armageddon I'm OK with.

I mean, what are you going to do?

Hey, look.

From the video.

Hey, it's plankenstein.

In the flesh.

That's a lot of flesh, bro.

Shut the hell up and show her.

Mo' plankin'

Mo' plankin'

Mo' plankin'

Hey, that's you.

She plank so good

She plank so hard

Gotta plank like--

Yeah, awesome.

Move your car

Done.

Fire. Yeah.

- You're on YouTube.

- 4,000 hits so far.

- And Rich Girl just picked it up on their blog.

- You're going to be a star.

So cool.

- Told you guys.

Come on.

Let's go.

911, what's your emergency?

- There's a man on the sidewalk passed out.

I don't think he's breathing.

What's the address?

- That nester building on Oak Road.

I don't know the number.

Paramedics are on their way.

Is the man injured?

- All I know is he won't wake up.

Hello, my name is Johann.

I'm a scientist.

Yes, really.

I know a great deal about the building blocks of life.

I know next to nothing about how to live it,

even in part, let alone in full.

I'm 48 years old, and the time has come

for me to step into the light.

I know this is a journey I must make on my own.

Perhaps, along the way, I will find

a friend who can show me where the wall switch is hiding.

- I figured there had to be some sort of mistake,

so I went to the morgue.

I'm so sorry.

I am a feeling

Born without reason

Lost by myself

In the night, I'm a gambler

Cold-hearted rambler

Lost by myself

Oh, what a feeling

Time is an old friend

Who will not call ahead

He's always the voice in my head

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh