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- Oh, no, they just won't quit.

- Baby, let your chef in your kitchen.

I can feed you.

I can feed you.

Slow down.

Stop.

Yo, stop.

Listen, hey, you need to stop.

You are killing yourself.

Stop.

- Remember the rats?

- What's happening to me?

- End stage, baby.

You is through.

Unless we can get you into a host body pronto.

- I need a genetic match.

The question is who?

- Well, you've only got two choices.

Annie has got the better ass and an accent that would

give a dead pope a hard-on.

But since we talking about you, not me,

you should probably go with Roman.

I don't know.

What you think?

- You're telling me to murder my son.

- This is not a moral dilemma.

This is survival, your life for his.

What's the question?

- I need to get ready.

- Bip, bip, bip.

- It should only take a couple of hours to get to Pecksville.

- What's the plan once we get there?

That's the plan, Roman?

We're not going pheasant hunting.

That thing had a 30-foot wingspan.

- You got a better one?

I'm all over it.

Pryce is trying to come up with a magic bullet or some shit,

but who the fuck knows?

- She was so cold when I found her.

So pale.

Like it wasn't even her.

Just dumped her in a hole like she was a piece of garbage.

- I know you well enough to know

that you're gonna beat yourself up for this no matter what.

Sooner or later, you're gonna have to find a way to live

with the choice that you made.

Now you can take comfort that the cocksucker

who did this to her, he isn't breathing anymore.

You made him pay for what he did.

And that's a good thing.

When we get back here, we'll find a proper place for her.

OK?

Lay her to rest with the dignity and the respect

that she deserves.

Yeah.

But right now, Peter, I need you to help me.

Miranda and Nadia still need you.

- Ooh.

Looks like Elvis has left the building.

Ugh.

Motherfucker.

- No reason to go all ipso nutso.

When that little prick gets back,

you have the element of surprise working for you.

Dig?

- Hmm.

Hmm.

Hey!

Get off road, freak!

- Stop.

What the hell are you doing?

Get out of my way!

What's the matter with you?

Come on.

- Nothing to worry about, officers.

I got this covered.

Not only have I found something that

gives my life meaning and purpose,

but I finally have the perfect use for these.

- Hi.

Of course we're still on for tonight.

I'll meet you at the restaurant.

Parsifal it is.

OK.

Bye.

Anything?

- I've tried everything from polonium 210 to anthrax.

Spivak's cells neutralize any reagent I introduce.

It's like they're indestructible.

- Nonsense.

Natural selection is incapable of providing perfect protection

from all pathogens.

When evolution enhances a particular attribute

to maximize survival, it creates

a weakness somewhere else.

We just have to find it.

Keep looking.

- OK.

- Yes?

When?

Admit her immediately.

I'll be right there.

- Bip, bip, bip.

- What happened to lying in wait to achieve

the element of surprise?

- Well, I'm more concerned about the element of death,

yours, if we gotta wait around on Roman too much longer.

Next on the list?

- Annie?

- You're never gonna find her in time.

- I'm fucked.

There is a plan B. Someone who, while not Upir,

is a genetic match nonetheless.

- Shelley?

No fucking way.

- Well, then.

Decisions, decisions.

You want to be embalmed or cremated?

It's the only option you got.

- Trading a deceased body for a grotesque one?

- Hey, she got a man hitting that trim.

That's more than you can say.

- No.

It is only temporary.

You use her anatomy to get close to Annie or Roman.

Then you muscle Pryce to upgrade you

into one of your A-list kids.

- But I have no idea where Shelley is, either.

- Well, your daughter is having a major sad right now,

thanks to you.

Cops put the kibosh on Shea's shithole where she was living.

Her pervo BF is in the wind.

Roman is too self-involved to give a shit about her.

Who's the one person Shelley would

turn to in her time of need?

Room service.

Voila.

Butternut squash and Brussel sprouts with a balsamic glaze.

One of your favorites.

If I'm not mistaken.

- I'm not hungry.

- The good news is your heart rate is back to normal.

You scared the hell out of me.

- Sorry.

- Shelley, this is not something to be taken lightly.

Why on Earth would you do such a thing?

- Just wanted to make the hurt stop.

Numbing the pain does not address what causes it.

- I don't belong here.

There's no place for me in this world.

- No, that's not true.

You went out on your own and found a tribe.

I saw how those people looked up to you.

Your strength, your sweetness made their lives better.

You allowed yourself to fall in love, to be vulnerable.

It has taken me half a lifetime to find the fortitude

to do something like that.

It takes a brave person to go all in with their heart

like you have done.

Most people are too timid to allow

themselves to feel anything.

- I envy them.

- Sir, may I speak to you for a minute?

- Not now.

- I found something.

- My apologies.

A very pressing matter requires my immediate attention.

I will be back as soon as I can.

- Give me your phone.

- Hmm?

- Just give it to me.

I synced the GPS so we can find each other if we get separated.

- How about we make sure that doesn't happen?

Bora Boras.

It has something to do with whatever Spivak is.

It represents the end of the world.

- Well, at least we know we're in the right place.

I'll check the back.

- Jesus fucking Christ.

- Backroom is clear.

- Shit.

Why am I getting the feeling this is not a wine cellar?

Oh.

Fuck.

- Jesus.

I think that's his nurse.

What the fuck he do to her?

- Nothing.

- Well, if they're not here, they might still be alive.

- Yeah, and we're right back to where we fucking started.

Roman?

- What have you got?

- Upir toxin.

- Meaning what?

Well, I've always

wondered why your kind developed

this physiological characteristic.

It has little effect on human prey

and only negative consequences on other Upir.

- Peter is here.

I'm putting you on speaker.

Spivak is a software-based life form.

Upir toxin has an extremely high concentration

of nitrogen oxide.

It would only take a minute amount

to cause an extremely robust reaction should the two

substances come into contact.

This toxin is your evolutionary advantage

over a competing species, the reason

you're able to wipe them out.

We're going to need to extract it

from the glands in your mouth.

- I could just bite him.

You could do that.

However, judging from his research into estuary breeding,

you're probably going to be running

into more than just Spivak.

- There's more of him?

If there aren't already,

my guess is there soon will be.

Now, given that he's the male of his species,

as far as I can determine, he would

need female ova to fertilize.

The most plentiful and resilient are found in infants.

- Nadia.

- That's why he took her.

That would be a logical assumption.

Roman, I need you to get back to the lab immediately.

I can perform the procedure and start stockpiling an arsenal.

- We don't have time.

We need to keep looking.

Well, there is another way.

But you would need access to medical supplies.

- Yeah, that's not gonna be a problem.

Well, then, let's

just hope Mr. Rumancek has a steady hand

and can follow instructions.

- This is a bad idea.

- No argument from me.

Well, it's not ideal, but here we are.

- OK, I guess open.

Wider.

Now I need you

to insert the needle into the soft tissue

just to the right of the uvula.

- What the hell is that?

- It's the conical projection on the posterior

edge of the soft palate.

- Can you speak normally, please?

- It looks like a speed bag at a boxing gym.

- Oh, that thing?

You should have just said that.

Now slide it in a quarter of an inch.

Any more, and you'll puncture the eustachian.

- What happens if I do that?

- Roman will be permanently deaf.

- Great.

Just fucking do it.

- Hold still.

You should feel a slight pop when you

puncture the glandular sac.

- Oh, shit.

- Did you feel it? - I don't know.

Well, I need you

to pull back on the plunger.

If it's yellow, we're good.

If it's red, I also have preparations to fit

Roman for a hearing aid.

- You're not fucking helping.

- Ah.

- You OK?

- Fan-fucking-tastic.

- Well done.

- Something's in there.

- I gotta call you back.

- Miranda.

- Fuck.

- Bad things happen to the people that mean most to us.

You ever wonder why that is?

So what are we supposed to do, just leave her here like this?

There's nothing we can do for her.

Right now.

Finding Nadia's the only thing that matters.

What the fuck is that?

Careful.

Fuck off.

There.

It's a passageway.

Come on.

Silver.

- Whoa, whoa.

Let's see if Pryce was right.

- That'll work.

- Hello, sweetheart.

- Did you come to gloat?

- Of course not.

- Then why are you here?

- Because you're my daughter.

It breaks my heart to see you suffer.

People are cruel, Shelley.

I tried to warn you.

All I wanted to do was keep you from getting hurt.

But I couldn't.

I failed.

- You were right about me, Mother.

I do feel too much.

- Shelley.

I will always be there for you.

Right now, I need you to be there for me.

Where do you think this is taking us?

Nowhere.

It's a fucking dead end.

Wait, there's a hatch.

Let's go.

- Hey, Roman.

- What?

- In case this goes wrong, there's

something I need to say.

Everything that's happened, you've

always been there for me.

You've had my back.

Thank you.

- We're family.

- In regard to the Upir toxin, comma, Blinsky, comma,

a competent but lesser intellect, comma,

was able to successfully divine its efficacy, semicolon,

a fact, which his second-rate mind will mischaracterize

as incontrovertible proof of his genius,

comma, a tautology which already sickens me, full stop.

For someone darkening death's door, you're looking buoyant.

Shall I assume you've achieved that elusive peace

that passeth understanding?

- Assume whatever you like.

The sky is blue, the cows are smiling,

and I found a solution to my problem.

It's a temporary fix, but we can work out the kinks later.

One mustn't abandon hope,

but we mustn't be blinded by self-delusion, either.

- You can come in now, dear.

- Even for you, this is beyond twisted.

You really have lost touch if you think I would

countenance this for a second.

Well, then you have to reacquaint yourself

with the patient bill of rights, which obliges you

to provide any and all requested care

in a timely fashion when the integrity of my health and body

is threatened, doing so with courtesy and respect and--

- Goddamn you, Olivia!

Unleash whatever hell you want, you rancid bitch.

Expose my work.

Throw me into prison, burn this fucking place to the ground.

But I will never agree to this.

- Oh, Johann, such a flair for the dramatic.

You really should have been an actor.

You would have done quite well.

- How dare you force your daughter.

- Force my--

I'm not forcing her into anything.

It's what she wants.

Isn't that right, dear?

- 100%.

- Shelley?

How could you agree to that?

- She's my mother.

She's dying.

And she said she could put me up in the clouds

so I could rest.

So I wouldn't have to feel miserable.

- It will be like a digital vacation,

giving you all the time you need to cook up another one

of those beings in the tank.

- It would take years to create another Priscilla.

It might not even be possible.

And the full effects of long-term consciousness storage

are unknown.

Your mindstream might lose bits of data or be corrupted.

Whole parts of your personality could

degrade or be lost altogether.

- I don't care.

I want to go away.

It's too hard trying to be me.

What for?

- A question that has been asked since the dawn of time.

But you won't find the answer this way.

- I don't care about the answer.

For all I know the answer is the booby prize.

- I'm sorry.

I will not.

You have no idea what you're asking me to do.

- I'm asking my friend to make the pain stop.

And if you won't, I'll find another way.

- Ask Dr. No if he really wants that on his head.

- I'm not saying a word.

She's doing just fine on her own.

- Like you haven't been fanning the flames.

It's what I want.

Please, Uncle Johann.

- I'll need to remap your neural pathways first.

- He even thinks about fucking with you,

you rip his trachea out.

- He won't.

He cares about her too much.

- I need you to listen to me.

Olivia doesn't care about you.

She's using you.

If you could see who she really is, what she's done.

- It doesn't matter.

- What's taking so long?

- Charting a neural network isn't a slapdash

proposition, Olivia.

- I don't recall it being this complicated when

you uploaded my consciousness.

Shelley's mind is a good deal

more intricate than your own.

Little bitch.

- I'm almost ready.

- It took me 20 years to realize

how much I wanted your heart.

Now it's mine.

- Uncle Norman.

- Turn it off.

Turn it off now, or I'll end your miserable fucking life.

- No!

You killed him!

- No, he faked something he created on his computer.

You know I could never do something like that.

He's trying to turn you against me.

- Stop lying to me.

All you ever do is lie!

How does it feel to not be able to breathe?

Now you know how I felt my entire life because of you.

- Shelley, please.

- I hate you.

But I'm not like you.

I may look like one, but you've always been the real monster.

- Remove Mrs. Godfrey from the premises.

And you better make sure this is the last time I see

her in this building again.

- You're done, you little shit stain!

It's all gonna come crashing down!

Over here.

It's coming from here.

Shit, what the hell's going on?

Nothing good.

Hey.

Hey, we're here to help, OK?

We're gonna help you.

Come on.

- Don't pull him out.

You'll rip his skin off.

The thing that brought you here, where is he?

I'm gonna try to get you out of here.

- I can't go.

Musn't go.

He keeps me alive for them.

I am food.

- Did he have a baby with him?

- A baby, Eve.

Gone now.

So many all swimming.

- Where is she?

- Poor Eve.

He wants his rib back.

I am real big now.

It hurts so bad.

- Tell me where the fuck she is!

- Adam.

With Adam.

Eve is with Adam.

Eve and the apple.

She's mother.

I am having the babies.

I am food for them.

Eve is food for Adam.

Sausage.

Ah, the miracle of birth.

Is there anything more beautiful?

Hello, boys.

Persistent little buggers, aren't you?

Good for you.

Good for you.

It's Peter, right?

I don't think we've been properly introduced.

Government's name's Arnold Spivak.

You can call me--

oh, it doesn't matter.

Miranda spoke very highly of you.

Both of you, actually.

No matter how hard I prodded her.

And boy, did I. I could never weirdly

get her to pick a favorite between you two fellas.

So I would love to introduce you to the family.

Roman?

All right, couldn't have done this without you.

Well, more specifically, you know,

you and that Godfrey bloodline of yours.

Holy macka.

All its beautiful mutations.

You know, 2,000 years of nurturing.

I gave it some tweaks along the way, but finally, a miracle.

- Letha.

It was you?

You made her pregnant.

Well, listen, I may have wings, but I'm no angel.

All right?

But I must say, I would have enjoyed--

- Where's Nadia?

- Such wonder, such magnificence

all around you as the life force

is reborn to restore order and maintenance.

Rescue our fair sister Earth from a thug species that beads,

plunder, slashes and ass rapes her daily.

You're beholding that which will return

her to her pristine fecundity.

And all you can think to say is, where's Nadia?

- Answer the fucking question.

- This is the new Eden.

I'm the new Adam, calling his people back from the dead.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

- Today's an official holiday.

It should be transmuted into flesh of my flesh,

blood of my blood.

She's being prepared for the feast.

I'm gonna eat.

- Enough!

Tell me where she is.

- You'll be gone soon.

Wolven, too.

Humans belong to us.

No more competing for food.

- Tell me.

- Or what?

- We'll kill them all.

Do it.

No!

No!

- Don't fucking move!

What did you do with her?

- You dim-witted fruit bat.

You've had no idea what I've had to endure.

- You're safe.

You're safe.

I missed you so much.

Come on, let's get out of here.

- Mm.

- Dr. Pryce?

If I came barging into your bedroom

all moist and beady eyed while you were begging

for sexual favors from Mrs. Blinsky,

would you consider yourself ill used?

- I'm sorry, sir.

I think you would.

And you'd be perfectly justified in feeling that way,

as I do now.

- There's a disturbance in the lobby.

- Then call security.

It's the Greek gentleman you performed

the transfer experiment on.

He's having a medical emergency and

refuses to see anyone but you.

I wasn't sure how you wanted to handle it.

- Delicately.

- I can have him removed, if you like.

- No.

No.

Bring him down to the lab.

I'll be right there.

Hi.

- I'm running a little bit late.

Would you hate me If I asked you to meet me here?

I can give you the tour.

I think you'll be very impressed.

Sounds great, Johann.

- You're a darling.

Bye.

- And these voices you're hearing,

what are they saying to you?

- Not many voices.

Just one.

Then pain in head starts.

Everything turn black.

When I wake, I know awful things I have done I will find.

- What kind of things?

- Last night, I find cat nailed to table in kitchen.

Head is cut off, stomach open.

All insides in jars.

I can't believe.

I think, who has done such evil?

And then I find blood on my shirt, and I know.

What is broken with me?

- Whatever it is, I'm going to fix it.

You have my word.

- Impostor.

You prance around my laboratory pretending to be me.

You're a spy. Admit it.

- I need you to calm down, Johann.

You're experiencing neural pathway dysphoria.

- You're not going anywhere until you tell

me who you're working for.

- The synaptic pairings are degenerating.

We can control it with serotonin.

But I need you--

- Where did this Gustav tell you to make the drop?

He's working for the Chinese, no doubt.

- Johann, you need to listen to me very carefully.

I need you to concentrate.

Our consciousness has become corrupted.

In order to prevent it from decompensating further,

a cranial implant.

- Don't think I don't know what you're doing.

You want me dead so you take credit for my work,

steal the glory for yourself, for accomplishments

your second-rate mind could never conceive of.

- No one should have advantage from his own wrong.

- Uncle Johann?

- Oh, my.

Help!

We need help!

Dr. Blinsky!

Someone, please.

Anybody?

Please.

How do I make it stop?

- The location of the wound, the blood

flow, the abdominal aorta.

Oh, there's nothing to be done.

- No, Uncle Johann.

- It's all right, sweetheart.

It's all right.

- There's got to be something.

Tell me what to do.

- A small favor.

It's so--

- Could you let Johann Pryce know that Randolph is here?

- Please have a seat.

- I have a BA in child studies and a master's

in family counseling.

- Impressive.

- Inevitable, really.

Dad left right after I was born.

Mom worked three jobs, and I raised two brothers.

I love kids.

And they always say you should do what you love.

So this is what I do.

- To be very clear, discretion is a primary concern.

- I'm happy to sign a confidentiality agreement.

I worked as a nanny for some extremely high-profile people.

So I know the drill.

- All right, then.

When can you start?

- You tell me.

- I'll have a room ready for you this afternoon.

- 4 o'clock?

- Sounds good.

I'll see you then.

- Thank you, Mr. Godfrey.

- Roman.

Bye for now.

- Bye.

- Is her job going to be looking after Nadia

or breastfeeding you?

- I just want what's best for the kid.

She has a master's degree.

How is Nadia?

- She's still sleeping.

I'll feed her when she wakes up.

Are you sure you want to bring another stranger

into this house?

- We're not gonna be able to keep

our eyes on her 24/7, Peter.

- What are we supposed to do now, just move on like

nothing happened?

- A lot of unimaginable, awful shit went down.

But it's where it belongs, in the past.

- Yeah, well, if you find the reset button

that turns off the pain, let me know where it is.

- Peter?

- I thought you left town.

- I needed to speak to you first.

Because you deserve to know the truth.

- Look, whatever went down between you and Roman

is really none of my business.

- He killed your cousin.

- What?

- Destiny came to the house looking for you.

She was very upset.

Started saying a lot of shit, accusing him of being involved

in her fiancé's death.

And it got out of control.

He hit her.

She fell and cracked her head.

It was bad, but she was still alive.

But he knew you'd never forgive him.

So he broke her neck and buried her in the woods

to make the whole thing just go away.

Why would you tell me that?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

- Because that's what happened.

- I don't know what your sick fucking agenda is,

but I know who killed Destiny, and he's been dealt with.

- Then whatever revenge you took was on the wrong person.

- You're lying.

- How would I know you handed over Andreas

to prevent a gang war?

How would I know that Destiny was--

- You were fucking Roman, and he

was running his mouth about shit he shouldn't

have been talking about!

- How would I know about the cross on Destiny's forehead?

Tell me, Peter.

Because I watched him kill her.

And I made that cross with Destiny's blood.

Because there was nothing I could do to stop him.

And he made me promise never to tell you.

I didn't want to believe he was capable of such cruelty.

But that's who Roman Godfrey is.

He destroys every life he touches.

I can't allow him to go on doing that.

- What are you gonna do about it?

- Kill him.

- No, you can't do that.

- Atonement comes in all shapes and sizes.

- No.

It should be me.

I'm his friend.

I'll do it.

He won't see it coming.

- Then you're going to need this.

The bullets are tipped with heparin.

Two shots to the head will put him down

long enough to finish him off.

- What's the knife for?

- You have to cut out his heart.

That's the only way to make certain an Upir dies.

- There's a gypsy camp in Munhall.

Tell them I sent you.

Take Nadia.

You two will be safe there.

I'll call you when it's done.

- How do I know you're not a cop?

I can work with that.

I don't kiss.

I save that for my girl.

- How did you find out?

It was Annie, wasn't it?

- Fuck you.