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- Pryce.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Pick up the phone.

Oh, God.

Hello, Olivia.

- Oh, God.

Thank God, Johann.

You're alive.

- Yeah, no thanks to you.

Look, I get it.

You weren't exactly compos mentis.

You were desperate, but if you want my help,

you're going to have to muster a little more self-restraint.

- I'm sorry.

No more physical assaults.

Understood?

- Yes, of course.

After your little homicidal display,

I couldn't sleep.

So I've been up all night, on your behalf,

and I'm close to figuring out the bugs on your transfer.

- Well, that's wonderful.

Agreed.

- OK, let me throw on some clothes, and I'll be over ASAP.

- No, no, no, no.

I still need a few more hours.

Oh, and by the way, exactly what "other

motherfucker hanging in the closet" were

you referring to last night?

Olivia?

- Mm, you brought this on yourself, Isaac.

I thought you were different than the others.

But you're all the same.

All the same.

You leave a girl hanging.

Well, at least today's Tuesday.

We could have been happy.

Why did you have to fuck everything up?

Goodbye, Isaac.

There's no dignity in dying.

Oh, God.

- Yeah.

Goodbye, Isaac.

Hello, Chango.

What's your take?

- I - just have one thing

to say to all the flat-earthers and anti-science kooks

out there, put the crack pipe down.

- This can't be the right place.

- The address is on the invoice.

- Those fucking morons in dispatch.

- Tell me if that needs a little paprika.

All right.

There you go.

Is there a Shelley Godfrey here?

I-- I'm Shelley.

We've got a delivery for you.

Oh.

Uh-- here.

I don't have any money.

Oh, it's, uh, prepaid.

I just need your signature.

- Blankets, toilet paper, toothpaste,

toothbrushes, batteries, flashlights, mittens.

"Stay warm.

I love you, Roman."

He sent this?

- Looks like we got us an angel.

- Imagine my surprise when I found out

that the crazy lady with the knife is the fiancee of the guy

that you handed over.

And your cousin.

Don't you think that's funny?

- What do you want?

- That chickenhead attacked me on my turf,

in front of my people.

How the fuck does she know so much?

She'd already be dead, but you stepped up

and you did the right thing.

So I'm gonna give you one last chance.

Get a leash on her, or you both get murked.

- She won't be a problem.

I'll take care of it.

- No more warnings.

Get the fuck out of here.

With the panspermia and intermingling

with protoplanetary disks, a multifarious amount of marine

algae incorporates arsenic into complex organic--

Mi mama love-a mia

Mi mama love-a mia

Mi mama love-a mi--

What are you doing here?

- I-- live here.

- Stay back.

Dr. Pryce here.

I've apprehended an intruder in my quarters.

Send security right away.

Keep your hands where I can see them.

This must be some sort of neural ghosting

from the previous consciousness transfer.

- Acute anterior phenyl discord,

being an indicator of synaptic receptor obstruction.

- Quite so.

- My presentation in Geneva clearly states, Mac-nam.

Third door to the right.

Doctor will see you now.

Unhappy.

Mac-nam.

- Subject appears to be suffering

from cognitive dysphoria-- - Tiny fingers.

- --and disassociated personality.

- Tiny, purple lunchmeat--

- Fragmentation--

- Resembles substructure--

which suggests complications

from prior experiments, full stop.

- Where am I?

Doctor from big tower.

Why is this?

- You have no memory of how you got here?

Well, I'm not surprised given the amount

of Rohypnol in your system.

Roofies?

You were drugged.

- Like for sexing a woman?

- Also used by the muggers who attacked you last night.

- Attacked?

- Thankfully, you had the presence of mind to come here.

We admitted you for observation.

- Am I OK?

- Oh, yes, by the grace of God.

But I still want to see you back here

next Tuesday for a follow-up.

Everything's fine.

Get this man some clothes and see to it

that he gets home safely.

Ongoing clinical observation of the subject

will be required to determine the underlying cause

and extent of these pathologies, full stop.

- You look like you've got ringworm.

- What do you want from me?

I'm losing my mind.

You don't exist.

- Oh, my God.

What is truth?

What is fable?

Where is Ruth?

- And where is Mabel?

If one is aware that one is losing one's mind,

one can't really be losing it, right?

- What are you asking me for?

I don't exist. - Go away!

Shoo!

Skedaddle.

Is that Isaac's phone?

- He left it to me in his will.

You were right.

This, uh, creep who took up with your daughter

is not a good person.

OK, here's the plan.

First, we go drill this Queequeg Antwerp a new asshole.

- "We"?

- Then we go to the tower and we drill Pryce a new asshole.

New assholes for everybody.

Gonna be a beautiful day.

And a toothbrush, toothpaste.

- Any number on those? - Um--

Two. Oh.

Sorry, yes, toothbrush.

You're welcome.

Uh, you can--

Yeah.

Here.

- Hey. - All right.

Where is it? Where is it?

Go long! Go long!

Hi.

I'm big, but harmless.

Don't be scared.

I'm not.

- Welcome to Rooster Poot.

- "Poot"?

- Yeah.

It means, uh-- have we met?

- No.

Is there somewhere we can speak alone?

My name's Shelley, by the way.

- Yes, I know.

How did you come to live in such a place?

Well, it's a long story.

I'm not sure I'll ever understand it.

It must seem quite awful here.

- Actually, I find it quite beautiful.

- Really?

- Wow.

You like to read.

Always.

- My name is Annie.

I'm your sister.

It's true.

Your half-sister, actually.

- I know my dad had a reputation

as a bit of a playboy when he was young--

- It isn't a father we share.

It's our mother.

- No.

I would have known.

When I was born, she was very, very young.

Not married, so--

- You're so beautiful.

It must have broken her heart to give you up.

- She told me that it did.

- And my brother, does he know?

- Yes.

- He never told me.

- He just found out himself.

You know what I noticed in your brother's house?

Not a single book.

And a house without books is like a mind without thoughts.

- Why have you come?

- You were going to kill him in public?

How stupid can you be?

- Fuck you.

If you mess with him, he will come after you.

And you will end up in the ground next to Andreas.

Is that what you had in mind for your honeymoon?

- He was wearing the watch.

- Fuck the watch!

The watch came from a fucking assembly line!

Hey, come on.

Just give me time, OK?

Hell, I'll find out who did this.

- Where have you been lately?

And why do you keep ducking my calls?

And where the fuck is my car?

- I told you.

We woke up and Andreas was gone.

I waited.

I stayed, and he didn't come back,

so I caught a ride home with one of the other guys.

I figured he'd find his way back eventually.

- So why didn't you tell that to the cops yesterday?

- There was nothing to tell.

- So everything was cool that night?

- Yeah.

- You guys have fun?

- What difference does that make now?

- Because I want to know!

What did you do?

Did you get a stripper?

- Yeah.

Yeah, Roman sent them up as a gift.

- "Them."

So there were more.

Two, more?

- Yeah, there were two.

- The cops called me down to the station.

They played that 911 recording of the guy

who found Andreas's body.

- So?

- So whoever made that call sounded

like he was trying really, really

hard to disguise his voice.

- How do you know they're disguising

their voice if you don't know who it was in the first place?

- Because he sounded like a fucking robot!

Why are you trying to defend this guy anyway?

I'm not. I'm not!

- I know that there's something you're not telling me.

Either you're trying to cover for someone,

or you're trying to protect my feelings, but don't.

Because I'm strong and I can take it.

We have never hidden anything between us before.

Don't let this be the thing that breaks us apart.

- Three boxes of assorted week-old bread and,

uh, five crates of sweetie frosted rice flakeys.

- Not very much.

- Well, it's enough to eat well tonight.

Let's get moving.

Shelley's mom.

How'd you find me here?

- Tell him he doesn't get to ask the questions.

- Never mind about that.

I don't know what you're up to, but I'm not

buying the Mother Teresa act.

I know what you've done.

So how'd it feel?

Did you hear the bone snap?

- Come on.

Admit it.

It was a little bit exciting deep down, wasn't it?

- Would you stop it?

- Stop what?

- Did you hear your victim scream?

- No.

That was 20 years ago.

- Still dead, though, I imagine.

- I served my time.

- You skipped out on your probation.

- I was just a kid.

- There's an outstanding warrant for your arrest.

- Ma'am, I'm taking good care of Shelley.

Oh, I just bet he is.

- And I'm feeding people.

Trying to make my life worth something.

- Do you think I give a fuck about your life?

I suggest you get into your beater

and get gone permanently.

- But Shelley--

- I ever hear her name in your mouth again,

and you will beg to be incarcerated to get

out from under my shit rain.

Walk away now, and I will consider

not telling my daughter what a vicious, fraudulent little

prick you really are.

You coming?

- You OK, boss?

Yeah.

- So what happened to the story we came up with?

Hmm?

Look, the cops came and visited Destiny yesterday.

How long do you think it's going

to be before they land on us?

We need to get our story straight.

Should we go over it again?

We met at the warehouse.

We said hello to Shandor and the guys,

and then we went to the cabin, and we got blasted.

Let's say we ordered a couple of strippers.

No.

We'll say Roman sent them up.

You know, at least we can stick to that.

- Two whores.

- No, strippers.

- All right, two strippers.

They worked out on each other.

Roman brought them, and then-- - No, no, no.

Roman wasn't there.

He sent them up.

- They brought a tough guy because those girls,

they always come with security.

- No guy, just the women.

Look, they came, we partied.

You know, they left.

We played cards.

We crashed.

When we woke up, Andreas wasn't there, and we waited for him,

he didn't come back.

That's not so hard, is it?

- Who the fuck are you?

Walking in here, telling people what to do.

I told you, you and--

and Destiny, you could both go and fuck yourselves.

- Destiny figured out that Milan is involved.

- Yeah?

How'd she do that?

- I don't know, but she went after him last night.

- You better put a fucking muzzle on that bitch,

otherwise, I'm going to-- - Come on!

I'm already taking serious heat from Milan, all right?

He's-- he's going to come after all of us if we

don't get our shit straight.

- Yeah.

"Our shit."

Yeah?

I'm calling the shots now.

- Yeah.

- So you and your problems--

you need to step the fuck away.

- Health, youth, and vitality are essential,

as is a strong mind.

You don't want your prodigious intellect

uploaded into a cortex with insufficient capacity.

- What's that fucking brown nose up to?

- Quiet.

You wouldn't be bullshitting me now, would you, Johann?

Because we know how that plays out.

- Olivia, we've been over this.

- Game recognize game, homie.

What's your hustle?

A successful outcome is in our mutual best interests.

- Whatever the fuck that means.

I cannot stress strongly

enough how important it is that you find an Upir host.

You stand a far better chance of reducing

neural transfer rejection.

- What's that?

- Nothing you need to worry about

if you listen to my instructions to the letter.

- But where are you going to find--

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Not me, you.

I'll do the transfer procedure, but you're

going to find your own host.

And you're going to have to move fast.

You're going to be trying to find a viable candidate

from a demographic that's been ravaged by disease and

homicidal violence and whose already

small number is certainly dropping precipitously.

- I don't know any Upirs.

I don't even like Upirs.

- And I'm sure I needn't mention

that because of your condition, it would behoove you to get on

it sooner rather than later.

- Sooner rather-- sooner rather than later.

Got it.

It's as soon as--

Where am I going to find an Upir that fits the bill?

- Well, you gotta know somebody.

Hey, remember that guy you used to cheat on your husband with?

- Norman?

He's dead.

- Not Norman.

The guy you were cheating on both JR and Norman

with, if one can be said to be cheating on the man

that one's already cheating on one's husband with.

- Benson Charles.

I had all three of them dancing my tune.

Ended badly.

Caught that fucker cheating on me.

- Got to let that go, girl.

Water under the bridge.

- Maybe.

Might even get a good laugh out of it.

How I found lipstick on his drawers.

- Cocksucker red.

Cocksucker red?

That's funny.

- Just tell him to do it for me.

Oh.

I should get one of those.

And then I ask him, "What happened to Shandor

and all those other people?"

And he tries to tell me that, "Oh,

maybe work was slow and Shandor gave him a few days off."

And when he saw that that wasn't sticking, he said, "Hey,

we're Gypsies. We disappear.

That's what we're good at."

And I said, "Yeah, maybe you're good at being full of shit."

- Andreas is dead.

All those other people are missing.

And they expect us not to notice.

What the fuck?

Hey, babe.

Hi, girls.

I'm just here for my bowling stuff.

There it is.

- Baj, sit.

- OK.

I'm sorry for your loss. - Yeah, I know.

You told me at the funeral.

- Oh, yeah.

I still am.

- Thank you.

I just wish I was there with him at the end, you know.

But at least he was surrounded by his friends having

fun, right?

- Yeah.

- What kind of fun?

- Uh-- Roman brought a stripper.

- I thought Roman wasn't there.

- Yeah.

That's right.

He wasn't.

- So how many strippers were there?

- Uh-- strippers--

- Peter said three.

- Three.

That's it.

- Three's a lot of strippers.

- Yeah, there were two.

Two-- two were there, but then one left, and

then another one came back.

Two-- two more came back.

- So what about this sex tape everyone's been talking about?

- Who-- who told you that?

How did you find out about that?

I heard you whispering about it

on the phone the other night with one

of your asshole buddies.

Look, it was a home movie kind of thing.

- What did Andreas have to do with it?

Was it like a porn thing with the strippers or something?

- I don't know.

- Was Andreas in it?

- I don't know.

I didn't see it. I just heard about it.

- When was the last time you saw Andreas?

- At the funeral. - Alive.

- At the party.

At the party.

And then he must have gotten up before I--

before I woke up because I didn't see him.

So, I-- babe, I'm sorry.

I got to go to the toilet.

Yeah, you go to the toilet.

Andreas made his choices.

I knew what I was getting with him, but I just thought--

we would have a little more time.

It's weird, but the worst part of this

is knowing that Peter is lying to me.

- Well, you guys were so close.

- Well, we shared everything together, our whole lives.

Us against the world.

When can I see you again?

Soon, I hope.

- You are coming back, right?

- Where is your friend Aitor?

I'd like to meet him.

- He's probably out on runs.

I think you'd like him.

I know I would.

- Well, then you'll just have to come

back and meet him yourself.

Just promise you won't disappear.

- You're a blessing to us all, Shelley.

God loves you especially.

Never forget that.

I'm thinking about my baby

When she used to lay--

- I only got a few minutes.

I'm late for a board meeting.

What's up?

- I'm going to tell Destiny the truth.

All of it.

- We've already discussed this.

You can't do that. It's not an option.

- I don't care.

I'm sick of lying, and she's going to find out anyway.

- Peter-- - No.

You've got to trust me on this.

- No, I'm done.

- OK, you do what you want, but don't drag me into this hole

you're digging yourself into.

You're going to lose her.

You know that, right?

Mrs. Charles?

- Yes?

- Olivia Godfrey.

Ben and I were friends many years ago.

- I'm afraid the wake was yesterday.

- What?

- Yesterday.

Well, but here you are.

No sense standing out in the cold.

Please, do come in.

I was just putting up a kettle.

Would you like some tea?

- A wake?

Benson had quite a few female friends.

It was a weakness of his.

But we all have our imperfections.

It's what makes us what we are.

- And what we are is very much the same.

- Oh, I'd already guessed that.

Benson's taste in the ladies ran exclusively to Upir.

Please.

I'm actually going to miss his lame alibis

and dumb excuses for all his various trysts and liaisons.

It was rather entertaining.

This one's a keeper.

We're done.

Not so fast.

- I'm sorry?

- Would you mind telling me how Ben died?

- Oh, ironically, Ben was supposed to go to Toronto

for some sort of emergency conference

about this dreadful surge in Upir-on-Upir violence.

Ironically, Ben was murdered by one of those things on the way

to the airport.

- Dear God, no.

To be honest, my doctor's surprised

I even survived the shock of losing him.

- Oh.

You know how those shrinks are.

Anything to keep you coming back for those 45-minute hours.

- Oh, it was my cardiologist.

Congenital heart defect.

Rare in Upirs, apparently.

Hmm.

Well, I could go at any minute.

I do hope they find some answers up in Toronto.

This really is getting scary.

- Well, who's all going to be at this gathering?

- Oh, all the heavy hitters in our tribe.

Invitation's around here somewhere with all the details.

Hmm.

You really are an inspiration.

All alone, and so very brave.

- Hmm.

Well, Ben would have expected nothing less of me.

- Oh.

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?

The Nestor building on Hope 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.

- Could you play it again, please?

There's a man on the sidewalk passed out.

I don't think he's breathing.

- Hello.

What's the eminent Dr. Pryce got you working on these days,

if you don't mind me asking?

- Amphibious adaptation and--

breeding habits in estuarine environments.

Interesting.

Which ones?

All of them.

- Why?

- Because Dr. Pryce told me to.

Where have you been, anyway?

- I've been out with the flu, but I'm--

I'm better now.

- You shouldn't have come back in if you're still sick.

- I'm not contagious, and Pryce needed me to gather some data

for the quarterly meeting.

- Yeah, well-- take your non-contagious contagion

elsewhere, would you?

That growth in this sector has exceeded our projections

for three of the last four quarters

and is a full 27% above real revenue

for the same quarter of the last year.

After a standard cost of materials

rise of 3%, an admirable 19%--

Something troubling you?

You look unhappy.

- If I want a shoulder to cry on, I'll call you.

from our expansion here.

- Peter got himself jammed up with some idiot Gypsy

friends of his.

- I never understood what you saw in that boy, huh, unless--

- Unless what?

- Well, I've always wondered if your relationship

was more than--

he is a very handsome young man, is he not?

That's way out of line, Pryce.

Way off base.

No need to get defensive.

It's not an illogical assumption.

Oh, it's a wrong assumption.

- You make it sound like I'm accusing you of a high crime.

Now going forward, one of our major initiatives

will be to increase demand.

- Is my mother dead yet?

- Not since the last time you asked me yesterday.

pharmaceuticals that Godfrey Industries has pushed

through clinical trials.

- It'll be strange to live in a world without Olivia in it.

developing products portfolio

will be the key to creating awareness in our customers

that there is relief available for those diseases

that previously they may have been unaware they

were suffering from.

It should be noted that 38% of our cumulative expenditures

for this quarter have been attributed to marketing.

- Roman, for the love of Christ, get down!

- Drop your weapon!

Well, well, well.

- Clear a surgical suite 4, stat, and

have the full clearance emergency OR team standing by,

and the consciousness transfer apparatus

wheeled in and booted up.

Move!

Time is short!

- Jesus fucking Christ.

- The body was depleting blood supply

and draining brain function, what's left of it.

If I could keep his frontal lobe viable long enough,

by pumping super-oxygenated blood through it,

we could get a glimpse into his short-term memory.

Increase blood flow to 1,000 cc's per minute,

1 amp epi, and drop the pump temp to 34 Centigrade.

Capture venous return, oxygenate it, and send it back.

God damn it, Blinsky, do it!

- He said he was off this week with the flu, but this is--

- No, no, no, no.

Not the flu.

Do you smell that?

The rotten egg smell?

Sulfur.

I detected that earlier in the boardroom.

Now Spivak must have gotten his clutches on our young friend.

I can capture the electrical output

of Trevor's visual cortex to an enhanced computer visual system

I've been developing.

The technology's still enough for testing,

so it'll be a crap shoot.

Damn it.

It's just as I feared.

Trevor's brain is no longer capable of

disambiguous thought.

Now, what's needed is a healthy mind

to boost the signal, to function as a router of sorts

that will amplify the neural impulses,

giving clarity to whatever's left of memory.

- I'll do it.

No, the procedure is not without risk.

We'll use a janitor or some other undocumented worker

in case of malfunction.

- There's no time for that, doc.

Hook me up.

- OK, let's do it.

- You like?

- Hmm.

- Built to last.

Legs from here to there, pleasantly

conjoining where they conjoin.

- Yes.

- Real Deal Holyfield.

- Is that all your Neanderthal gender can think about?

What about her mind?

- I thought it was gonna be your mind.

This is just the vessel to hold it in.

- It's just plain disrespectful, the way

you're objectifying her.

- So is this little slice of heaven

coming home with us or what?

- Are you serious?

She could hire herself out as a can opener with that overbite.

Hold that thought for a moment.

Hold it.

Hold it.

- Burst suppression alpha coma.

Intermittent delta.

Approaching flatline.

You're losing him. - I can see that, Blinsky.

You idiot!

I'm standing right here.

He's gone.

Fuck.

- Wait.

One eye's operating in the complete absence

of electro-cerebral activity.

I'm going need to do an immediate enucleation.

Blinsky, get me a number 4 ocular retraction speculum.

- They're all in the primate lab.

Should I go get them?

- No, no, there's not enough time.

Goddamn it.

Why do I have to do everything myself?

Out, vile jelly.

God damn you, Spivak.

Johann Pryce.

Oh, you're looking well, which is most unfortunate.

Do you know in all the years we lived

in the same shitty little town, never

once did you invite me over to your lab?

But then, you were a world-renowned scientist,

and I, a humble country doctor.

- You fucked up, Spivak.

You got a lot of my board members killed,

but you missed Pryce and me.

Oh, well, thank you for your clarification

of the completely obvious, you obnoxious little turd.

- I've mapped your genome.

I know everything about you down to

your base nucleic couplings.

Then you get two gold stars next to your name

and can be the hall monitor these last days.

You're a sulfur-based life form.

Unique?

Yes.

Capable of surviving under the harshest conditions?

Yes.

But an Earth-based life form made of flesh and blood

and quite mortal.

Circle gets the square.

Bravo.

- We're going to find you, Spivak,

and I'm going to kill you, you sick Jormungandr fuck.

Well, good luck with that, golden boy.

Oh, and by the way, thank you for fathering Nadia.

She has been very, very useful to me.

You have no idea.

And a nice facility you got here, Johann.

Trevor, mm-hmm, gave me a cook's tour before he met

with your board of directors.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Well, my, uh, my fellow peers, thank you.

Welcome.

Thank you for coming.

Who's that?

I've proceeded in my own research--

- Norville Knox.

Revolutionized hemodialysis, created

synthetic immunoglobulin, holds dozens of patents.

He made a fortune in med tech, worth north of a billion.

What I wouldn't do to get my hands

on a piece of that action.

- --nor is it contained to North America.

Five Upir killed in Sydney, Australia, last three days,

14 in Tokyo, 44 in Kuala Lumpur, hundreds more

in Moscow, Madrid, Tangiers, Montevideo, Mexico City.

It is a global problem, and it's

accelerating exponentially.

We need to determine how and why.

It would appear that we are falling

sick and devouring our own.

I have no explanation for any of this,

since no specimens have been properly examined, thus far.

So I am in a bit of a standstill.

- If you had a big cock and his money--

- I'd rule the world.

- Hmm.

- Blinsky, I need you to run the pattern

recognition comparisons against NOAA satellite images.

- That rooftop could be anywhere.

Anywhere it's winter.

Which, at this time of the year,

narrows it down to Northern America,

Canada, Northern Europe, Russia, Mongolia, and--

I know where it's winter.

- Oh, and Blinsky, before you get started,

cancel my dinner with Randolph.

And please send flowers along with my apologies.

It's going to be a long night.

Go home.

Roman.

Relax.

Data still needs to be analyzed.

If there's anything further, I will call you.

- All right.

Destiny?

Well, I didn't expect to see you again.

- I came to say goodbye.

- Yeah, that's what you said last night before you

fucked me like a honey badger.

- I thought we could part civilly like adults, but--

So what does that mean?

"I'm leaving," or "Please, Daddy, fuck me some more"?

- I wish I'd never touched you in the first place.

I hate myself for it.

- You should, but yet here you are, showing

up, looking for seconds.

- OK, so what about you?

You claim to love Miranda and care more than anything

for the child you fathered, but you carry on with me--

like they don't exist.

- Yeah, well, as far as I'm concerned, we're done.

I'm done.

- Yeah.

Over and out.

By the way, I hate roses.

They're only good for covering up the smell of the dead.

Fuck.

What does she want?

Let's just be quiet.

Maybe she'll go away.

- Where the fuck is Peter?

- I thought he was with you.

He's not here.

- He's been hiding from me.

Search the place.

He's not here.

- You know he's been lying and lying to cover for his lies

ever since he came back to Hemlock Grove

and you two dusted off your little sister act?

- Not my problem.

- Yeah, it is your fucking problem

because I know you're involved, and I want to know how.

- You're out of your mind.

Who were the strippers you sent?

- What were their names? - What?

- I want to talk to them.

- I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about,

but you're starting to piss me off.

So why don't you turn yourself around and go the fuck home.

- Tell me how Andreas's body was found.

- How should I know?

There's a guy

on the sidewalk passed out.

I don't think he's breathing.

- What did Peter--

what did Peter tell you?

- It was you.

You were the voice on the tape.

- What did he say? - Nothing.

He was covering your ass.

I figured it out all by myself.

What did this guy on the pavement who wasn't breathing

look like?

Did he look like Andreas?

Did he look like Andreas with a fucking bullet

in the back of his head?

Was the reason Andreas wasn't breathing because of you, you

fucking piece of shit?

- Fuck it, and fuck you!

Andreas was too stupid to be allowed to live.

All those people died because of him.

- Bullshit.

- Have you seen that guy Shandor lately?

Do you know why they closed down the warehouse?

All of them dead because of Andreas.

- Lies.

- I didn't have anything to do with his death.

Peter did. - No, you're lying!

- He didn't have a choice. - Andreas wasn't like that.

- No fucking choice.

It was that or more people were going to die

- Ever since you came into Peter's life, it's been one--

- Peter was trying to protect you.

- I'm not fucking listening to you!

I fucking hate you!

Peter was protecting you,

and I was just trying to help him out.

So don't you come into my house and walk over me with

your "fuck-you" shoes and tell me

what I did or didn't do to your lowlife,

piece of shit boyfriend.

Roman, please.

We've got to take her to a hospital.

Roman, please.

Call 911.

Hurry, please.

Roman.

What are you doing?

How could you?

How could you?

Will you kill me, too?

"A fire devours before him, and around him a tempest rages.

He summons the heavens above and the Earth

that he may judge his people.

"Gather to me these consecrated people who made a covenant

with me by sacrifice."

And the heavens proclaim his righteousness,

for he is a God of justice."

As you walked into the room

You saw him and you knew

You could see it in his eyes

And on his body too

Skin and bones

He was just--