All language subtitles for S01E03 - The Order of the Dragon

(gasp)

- It was quite a night you had

out in 433 Friday, Mr. Pullman.

Can we take a moment

for you to elaborate
on what you meant

when you said you'd been killed.
- What the fuck it usually mean?

- Heh. Well, you're sitting here
right now.

- They brought me back.

- How'd they pull that off?

- Cardio-cerebral resuscitation.

- Can you tell me about

ouroboros?

- Where'd you hear that?

(Pullman coughs.)
- Something you mentioned

repeatedly.
Can you tell me

its significance... to you?

- Where does the soul go?

That's why they killed us.

The plan. It's all
in their plan.

But this... it's not right.

It's not right that now we have
to see these things.

I don't want to see.

- Nice one, jerks.

You gave me a real scare there.

She sure looks real.

Baby, you sure look
a little pale.

Do you need... mouth to mouth?
- I'm having difficulty
following,

Frances.
- I see things.

- What do you see, Frances?

- You sure have pretty lips.

(gasp)

(scream)

- Who else is gonna die?

♪♪♪

(train horn in the distance)

(insects chirping)
(crow cawing)

(frogs croaking)

- Good morning.

- Thank you.

(Lynda clears her throat.)

- So, how was it?

What?

- Something was out there.

A scent.

- Of what? Milk-Bone?
(He laughs.)

- Something bad.

Look,

last night, you and my mom...
You're the only ones

who know. I need you
to keep it that way.

- Who would I tell?

Scout's honor.

All right.

I'm gonna go home and change.
Should I pick you up later?

- Hm. Poor thing.

The turn, it really takes it
out of him.

Coffee?

- School.

- Right.

Roman, Scout's honor.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Sweet boy.

(Their voices echo slightly.)
- This is one of the only rivers

in the world that flows north.

It confuses the birds.

They say that birds can

see the magnetic fields
of the earth. That's how
they know where to migrate.

What do you think it was
that brought us here?

- Is that blood?

- Yeah.

Long story.

Stupid-ass birds!

- Are you OK?

- We're in this together.

- Holy fuck!

(beastly roaring and snarling)

(insects chirping)

(train horn in the distance)

(police radio chatter)

- Tom.

- Norman.

Thanks for meeting me.

- Something on your mind?
- I got an odd call

this morning from the state
psychiatric board inquiring
about Pullman's condition.

They were asking
jurisdictional questions about

his transfer to Hemlock Acres.
- And that's odd because...?

- You don't get that kind
of call without a push.

The only folks around here

with that kind of clout are
your friends at the White Tower.

- I don't have friends
at the Tower.

(police radio chatter)

- Right.

Look, I'm probably
over-thinking it, but...

you know, you did me a hell
of a favor, and I thought
you deserved a heads-up.

- I appreciate that.

- [Sheriff? Dispatch.
They've found another body.]

(alarm clock buzzing)

(alarm switched off)
(sigh)

- God damn it.

He wants you to be strong.

- Are you leaving?

- I want to make morning mass.

- Why do I do this to myself?

All you know how to do is take.

(church bells pealing)

- Jesus, Clementine. I can smell
it on your pores from here.

- This from an Irishman?

- As someone who likes
to think of himself as
a surrogate father to you,

I reserve the right
to get hennish.

- I think you know my attitude
towards father figures.

I'm sorry for not returning
your calls.

- So you should be.

Do you have any idea of the risk
of hypertension for men my age?

- You need some help
getting up on that cross,
or did you bring a ladder?

(He laughs.)

- I hear Michael's in town.

- I heard the same thing.

Just ask.

- Have you seen him?
- He hasn't contacted me.

The feeling is mutual.

- So there's nothing for me
to worry about?

- If there was something for you
to worry about, you'd know
before either of us did.

- If that's a no,
that's good to hear.

Good to hear.

In other news.

This one's going

to be painful, even for you.

- [This is Car 2 responding
to the wild animal report
at, uh, Hastings and 3rd.]

- [Officer Brady, see the woman,
325 Park Vista.]

[Potential prowler.]
- [Dispatch, this is]

[Tilson. I'm entering the alley
behind the Feed and Grain.
Possible animal sighting.]

[We've got some scared people
downtown today.]

- You got something

more pressing than the 10,000
calls still coming in?

- Sorry, Sheriff. I...

I was on the patch but...
it's been a fucked-up month.

- That it has.

- Sheriff?

I'm from Fish
and Wildlife Service.

- You guys get badges?
- That's what the badge says.

- Dr. Chasseur.

- Sheriff Sworn.

- They said you were headed
our way.

I wish it was
for fishing season.
We're a little light

on PhD's around here.
Drunk and disorderlies,
domestics we can handle,

but this is a little...
out of our jurisdiction.

- Happy to help.
I've seen it

all before.

- Sorry to hear that.

People in town are scared.

- They should be.

And Lisa Willoughby was found in
more or less the same condition

as Brooke Bluebell.
- Emphasizing "less".

Bite patterns indicate
it's the same animal,

but the body's left out there
too long to tell what species.

But, based on the condition
of Bluebell's car,

had to be a big one.
- No sign of the rest of her?

- What you see is what we found
at the scene.

- Given the lack of evidence
of violent struggle,

the body's condition
of exsanguination... we are

to believe that the animal
deposited her here?

- It seems that way.

- Yet leaving no trail to the
site of the actual killings.

- As with the Bluebell killing,
no tracks were discovered
at the scene.

- Well, it's a good thing
I'm wearing sensible shoes.

- Hey. Hey, sweetheart.
It's OK.

You can tell us.
We're your friends.

Us freshmen, we...
we gotta stick together.

- Come on. What'd you eat first?
I mean, I know

what I'd eat first.
- See? It's not so bad.

Who tasted better?

- Gotta be Brooke, right?
I mean, she was good to go.

- Did you do it fast or slow?

Grunt once for "fast".

- Dude, now you're being a dick.

But seriously, who's next?

Class of '17, pinky swear,
we're cool. We won't say shit.

- Fuck.
- (Roman): Hey.
- Sorry. I don't know

what's wrong. She just started
crying and shit and...
- Shh, shh, it's OK.

- We were trying to figure out
what's up, you know?

- Kiss him.

- What?

- Kiss his pretty little mouth.

- (girl): Oh!
(students laughing)

(students laughing)
- Get the fuck out of here!

- (girl): I can't believe
he did that!

(door opening)

- Everyone's scared shitless.

Are you sure it wasn't you?

- I never go out on an empty
stomach. Also, fuck you.

- Well, maybe you don't remember
doing it. Maybe you blacked out.

I mean, why else would you
show me the transformation?
Maybe you want to get caught.

- Jesus.

Here. Smoke this.

- It wasn't me.

- I know.

Vargulf.
- What?

- Vargulf.

A wolf will only attack if it's
hungry or if it's provoked...

If it's normal. A vargulf is
a wolf that's gone insane.

- Insane how?

- It doesn't eat what it kills.

That's not the way.
It's like a disease.

- You sure that's what this is?

How?

- I could smell it.
That night at the park.

You can tell a whole life
by a scent... sex,

health, fucking needs.

This wasn't like anything.
This was just anger.

- Is it someone you know?

- I never knew any others
except Nicolae.

But this is a strange town.
You can feel it on your balls.

- So, I guess we find him now.

- Who?

- The... the vargulf.

- Why?

- To make him stop.

Have you heard
of the Order of the Dragon?

It was a group of knights
from the Crusades.

My mom used to tell stories.

I've always wanted
to be a warrior.

I see things sometimes.

I hear these whispers,
but I don't always know

if they're real or not.
I need to do something.
- I know.

- What are you talking about?
You just told me...

- Roman, maybe this is something
you should be discussing with
your guidance counselor.

- The fuck is that supposed
to mean?!

- It means no! I know it's not
a word you're used to hearing,

but no. I'm sorry.
- Sorry?! Hey!

(door opening)

(door closing)

- (Tom): The girl who found
the body, Christina,

best friends with my daughters.

It's really messing her up.

(insects chirping)

(police radio chatter)

- Weird.

- Can we, uh...
be of any assistance?

- There are no tracks...

aside from what I take are
your tracking dogs.

Soft pads...
(snarling)

...clipped nails.

- Isn't that what we said?

- No, you said none were found.

A real tracker can trace a man's
steps through a city
from a helicopter.

I can tell you a girl under
a hundred pounds came

from that direction
at a relaxed pace,

ran off

in a state of distress.

This print was made
by a Caucasian male,
approximately 200 pounds;

at some point suffered an injury
to his left knee.

- How do you know Caucasian?
- It's Pennsylvania.

What I can't tell you is

what kind of animal left
Lisa Willoughby here

or what direction it came from.

Of course, there's been nearly
a week for the tracks
to degrade, but...

we're still talking about
an animal of sufficient size

to drag a 60-pound load
an unknown distance.

And that...

officers...

is very weird.

- In your experience, why would
an animal do that?

- In my experience, it wouldn't.

Kind of goes against the grain
of being a predator.

- My cat drags creatures home
all the time.

- It's not your turn to talk
when you're not holding
the retard stick.

- He's right.

The only logical motive for it

to be left here is if it was
meant to be discovered.

A trophy.

- I'm sorry... what kind
of animal has a motive?

- It's necessary for a predator
to anticipate the evasions
of its prey in advance,

requiring a basic theory
of mind.

So...

...one that's capable
of empathy.

(phone ringing)

- Hey.

- Hey, you home?

- [No, I'm at the, uh, OBG.]
- The what?

- The gynecologist.

No jokes. Baby date.

You there?

- Yeah.

- [What's wrong?]

- I just, um...

- Letha Godfrey?
- OK. They're playing
my song. I gotta go.

- 'K.

- We're ready for you.

And how are you today?
- I'm good, thank you.
How are you?

(bell tolling faintly)

- Do you want to get lunch
at the club?

- Are you sure you have time?

- Yeah.

- She has irises.

And yes, I know
I'm being a feminist

in calling her "she".

I wonder what color
her eyes are.

I think I need some air.

(window opening)

(blues music playing quietly)

(He drums on the bar.)
- Got a happy hour?

- Just missed it.

- My luck.
- ID?

- Can do.

Whiskey, please.
Straight.

- Coming up.

- Shee-it.

- Hey. Can you do me a favor?
Come down to the bar.

Yeah, he's here.

OK.

(police siren in the distance)

- (woman): I can't
believe we're doing this.
- I... this is... Yeah, well,

hey, this is what you wanted
to do, so... Yeah, it's what
you wanted to do. Yeah.

- So let's try something new.
- No, we're gonna do it, yeah.

- And open, OK?
Let's just be open.
- All right, this is just not...

(skirt bells jangling)

(funky music playing quietly)

- I first made my vows
to the goddess 6,000 years ago.

And over various lifetimes

and incarnations...
I have served her

as priestess, sorceress,
and healer.

I've bathed in the flames
of Ishtar and Babylon

and danced for Diana in Corinth.

My name is Destiny... and...

I will be your sacred whore.

(woman laughs.)

It's OK to laugh.

Laughter makes us like children.
Also, feel free to look around.

I'm assuming this is
your first time.

- Yeah, you could say that.
(woman laughs.)

- Good. I love when couples are
openhearted enough
to come to me.

Or, as is often the case,
the woman lost a bet.

- No, actually.
- Nope.

- Well, either way, I bring them
grace, healing,

compassion, caring,
communication,

and intimacy.

But, before we get
to the fun stuff, I have to ask

one question.
This is a pure process

which involves channeling
mysterious and powerful forces

that put me in personal danger.

Are you on or near your moon?

- No. No.

- Oh. No. Nope.

- Good.

(Destiny retching)
(object crashing to the floor)

(Woman screams.)
- (man): Jesus Christ!

(Woman screams.)
- Oh, my god!

Oh, my god! Oh, shit!
(Destiny retching)

- W-We... We're so sorry. Here,
it's everything I got.

Just take it, take it.
- Leave and never come back!

Hey, sweetie. Let me just get
cleaned up.

Yes. Suckers.

It's not your problem.

The vargulf is dangerous
but short-lived.

It's like...
any other disease.

It only gets stronger
until it consumes you.

- So he's gonna kill again.

- Mm-hmm. He won't stop...

until he destroys himself,

which really in the end is
what he wants the most.

This isn't mild-mannered
Bruce Banner.

This is Norman Bates. Just...

stay out of the way
and let nature take its course.

- But... I mean,
theoretically...

there's no way to help him
even if we knew who it was?

- Have you been sniffing
rubber cement?

Why are you talking like this?

- I'm just saying,
if we knew who it was.

- Well, then yeah. I'd put
a bullet between his eyes
before the next turn.

- Hm.

- Hm.

What are you not telling me?

- There's this upir.

- What?

- He's this kid at my school,
but I'm pretty sure

he doesn't even know it.
- You've asked him?

- Jesus Christ!
No, I haven't

asked him.
But he's confused.

I would know if he was
bullshitting me.

I don't know, he's...

trying to be the good guy
or something.

- What the fuck are you
and an upir having

a heart-to-heart about good guys
and bad guys for?

Do you think I'm
just blood capsules
and parlor tricks?

Hey! You're my cousin
and I love you,

but do not make me go in there.

- He knows.

- How much does he know?

- He was there
for the last turn.

- What the fuck, Peter?!

The one thing that you don't
ever, ever tell anyone with
your feet on hot coals

you only let an upir watch?!
- You were not there.

- I certainly wasn't.

- There's this thing.

I don't know.

We have the same dreams.

- I had a dream about that
the other night.

- Oh, my god.

- What?

- Oh.

Sweetie.

You've never had
a real friend before.

Look...

Run.

Run

before it's too late for you.

- Two girls brutally mauled
and killed. Now Hemlock Grove

police are asking the public
to report any unusual
activity...

- Good-looking girls.

Fuckin' tragic.
- ...the latest details
and breaking news at 10...

- What a world, huh?

What a world.

(blues music playing quietly)

(glasses clinking)
(billiard balls colliding)

(men talking)

(Man clears his throat.)

- You know what? Um...

I have a great idea for you.

Why don't you move over there?

There's a kids' section,
so, you know... nice spot.

- I'm good.

- Well,

you're too close.

And I appreciate you moving.

- Whatever he's having, on me.

In fact, another round
for the house.

- No.

Nobody needs your fucking money.

My brother lost his house
because of your father.

- Oh.

Have him call me.
I have extras.

(He clears his throat.)

Why don't you tell your brother
to be

a fuckin' man, huh?

(door opening and closing)

- Do it.

Hit him.

Come on, darling.

Do you remember the story
I used to tell you

of the Emperor Moth?

Just a little thing.

A naturalist once
came upon the cocoon
of this rare creature,

just as it was struggling
to emerge in its new form.

He watched as it writhed
and labored terribly
to shed its shell.

And then the neck
of the cocoon split. It seemed

to gain no progress.

Unable

to witness such a thing
of beauty suffer so...

the man produced a blade
and cut it free.

He cradled the new moth,
waiting for it to spread
its fine wings.

But the wings were undersized.

Its colors dull and ordinary.

Spared the struggle
that would have developed them,

The moth could now only crawl
on thin legs...

and soon died.

Hate me if you must,

but you are an emperor.

(Roman retching)

(baby crying inside)
- Hey there.

(person practicing piano inside)
- Hi, Tom.
- Chrissy,

there's somebody
I want you to meet.
This is Dr. Chasseur

and she's here to help out
the department for a bit.

- About the dead girl.

What are you a doctor of?

- Predatorothology.

- So you're like Hannibal Lecter
but for animals?

- Yeah, I suppose you could
think of it that way.

- Is it weird that this is
your job when you're a girl?

I mean, I don't mean
to be a jerk or anything,

but... well, I'm a novelist,
so it's important to me
to understand people's

motivations.
- Of course.
And to answer your question,

yes. And when I was a kid, I was
more interested in my brother's
dinosaurs than Barbies.

I knew the bite pressure

of a great white shark,

the vertical leap
of a Bengal tiger.

It just seemed
way more important to me
than girl stuff, you know?

- A lot of girl stuff seems...
frivolous to me.

Do you believe

in evolution?

- Oh. You certainly

are observant.

Uh, yes.

Personally,
if I took the trouble
of creating the world,

I wouldn't make a condition of
believing in me not believing
in dinosaurs.

- But aren't faith and science
basically irreconcilable?

- Yeah...

it can sure feel that way
sometimes.

(person practicing piano inside)

Well, aren't I lucky to be
talking to the next great
American novelist?

Hm? You know, 'cause the reason
I wanted to speak with you

is to see if those powers
of observation noticed any...

evidence

of the animal that did this.

(Christina screams.)

I'm sorry if this is upsetting

to you, but you are the only
person who encountered the area

in an uncorrupted condition.

So... do you remember seeing
any paw prints?

Any dragging marks
in the leaves?
- No.

He didn't... leave anything
like that.

- He?

- Hm.

Waste not, want not.
- (Lynda): Hurry up!

We gotta get out of here.
- Yeah, yeah!

Gotta run.

Shit.

- (Lynda): You know the drill.

Short and sweet, OK?

- Peter Rumancek?

- (Peter): Yes?

- I'm sorry to bother. We won't
take up much of your time.

Just have a few questions,
if it's not imposing.

- Yes, sir.

- I'd shake your hand,
but they seem to be occupied.

Hm. Very hirsute young man,

aren't you?
- Well, you'd have to tell me

what "hirsute" means, ma'am.
- It means, and forgive me
for saying, but, uh, furry.

- Oh! Guilty, ma'am.

- Peter, I'm Dr. Chasseur.

I'm a special agent with the US
Fish and Wildlife Service.

- I didn't realize
I was that hairy, ma'am.

- No. No, no, no.

I just, uh, well...

(purring)

Hello.
(meow)

Hey.

You moving in or out?

(train horn in the distance)

- Around, I suppose.

- Bit of a rambler myself.
Can you guess what
brought me here?

- Do you want me to, ma'am?
- Heh.

(baby talk): I'm here about
the animal attacks. Yes. OK?

Any theories yourself
on that score?
- No, ma'am.

But I've heard some
pretty good ones.
- Bet you have.

I don't suppose you are
by any chance a werewolf, Peter?

- I beg your pardon?

- When the moon is full, do you
walk in the skin of a wolf?

- (laughing): No, sir.

Ma'am. No, ma'am.

- Good.
Well, now that's settled.

- Can I possibly
ask why, ma'am...

- Do you know Christina Wendell?

- Yes, sir.

- You know she was the one
who discovered Lisa Willoughby?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Can you think
of any reason she might have

to think you were a werewolf,
Peter?

- Well,

because I told her, ma'am.

- Any particular reason
you told her?

- Because she asked me.

- Any particular reason
she asked?

- My middle and index finger are
the same length.

- This is an attribute
of werewolfism?

- Well, she seemed to think so,
ma'am, but I'm really not

an expert on the whole thing.
- So you continue to deny all
werewolf allegations.

- Yes, ma'am. There's
no such thing, ma'am.

- Hm. Do you really

believe that, Peter?

- I thought it was
a scientific fact, ma'am.

- Proving a negative is misuse
of both the term "science"
and "fact",

Peter.
- But I thought it was just this
close to scientific fact, ma'am.

- Are you aware of the term
"clinical lycanthropy"?

- No, ma'am.

- It's a condition.
It causes a subject to believe

that he or she is a werewolf
and then act accordingly.

- Well, it takes all kinds
to make a world, ma'am.

- Did you know either Lisa
Willoughby or Brooke Bluebell?

- No, ma'am.

- What were you and Roman
Godfrey doing in Kilderry Park,

at night, just after
the Bluebell killing?

- We were catching
fireflies, ma'am.

- Does Roman Godfrey think
he's a werewolf?

- I don't have his power
of attorney.

- Hazard a guess.
- I would guess not.

(meow)

- Cat person?
- All creatures great or small,

ma'am.
(purring)

- Well, thank you

for being so open with us,
Peter. Very polite young man.

Silly questions, I know,

but hope we get
to speak again soon.

- Well, you know where
to find us.

- What are you gonna do?

- We can't leave.

(vehicle starting)

- Gypsy racist

bullshit. Here you go.

♪♪♪

- ♪♪ Drive on, drive on ♪

♪ My special one ♪

♪ Don't you stop till you know
you're gone ♪

♪ Your sister and me have
a set of keys ♪

♪ Don't you worry your head
about a thing ♪

♪ Drive on, drive on ♪

♪ My special one ♪

♪ Don't you stop till you know
you're gone ♪

♪ Drive on, drive on ♪

♪ My special one ♪

♪ Don't you stop till you know
you're gone ♪

♪ Your sister and me will
keep your place clean ♪

♪ So it shines when you finally
come home ♪

♪ Drive on, drive on ♪

♪ My special one ♪

♪ Don't you stop till you know
you're gone ♪♪

- Yes?

- Is Roman here?

- Oh, may I ask who's calling?

- It's Peter.

- Hmm. He's never
mentioned you.

- We share the same
English class.

- And this is in regard to...?

- Study group.

- Oh.

Wuthering Heights,

is it?

So, tell me, then: gypsy

orphan Heathcliff:
Byronic hero

or proto-Marxist class warrior?

- I'm still on chapter one.

- Yes. I suppose you are.

It doesn't end well for him.

Well, I'm afraid Roman isn't
home at the moment, so I will

tell him you stopped by.
Uh, Paul, was it?

- It's Peter.
(He clears his throat.)

- Yeah, well,
nice to meet you, Peter.

You have a caller.

- Yeah?

- We need to talk.

- Yeah, well, maybe this is
something you should be

discussing with your guidance
counselor, huh?

- Maybe I will.

- What's the big deal?

The Wendell girl totally
flipped out. They aren't
going to be taking it seriously.

- It's not that simple.
All right,

this woman is
what she says she is
like a Mexican hates fireworks.

- What is she?

- She's a digger.

- The only people who really
know what you are are
your mom and me.

And I know how to button up!

- That's not why I'm here.
- So what are you afraid
she digs up?

- Nicolae.

- He's still alive?
- No,

but if she goes deep enough,
she's gonna find out.

- What?

- Nicolae was a killer.

He killed one of our own.

That's where this comes from.
It stands for "Garjo".

"Outsider." Nicolae stood
outside of all worlds
and I stand

next to Nicolae.
- So what?

- It's in my blood.

Blood stains.

- What, she's gonna dig up
a body 5,000 miles
and 70 years away?

- She doesn't need to.
All she needs is a scent.

My people have gone away for
a lot of years for a lot less.

- Who do you think
this Chasseur really is?

- It doesn't matter.
All that matters is
not putting me in a cage.

It's too late for me to run now.

- So, what, then?

- We do what you said.

We find the vargulf
and we stop him.

- How?
- If there's time

before the next moon, help him.
It's possible he doesn't even
know what he's doing.

- If there's not?

- I kill him.

- You would do that?

- I would do what was necessary.

- Where would we start?

- Lisa Willoughby.

- Seems like a bit
of a dead end, don't you think?

- Well, what's left of her.
We find out where they're
burying here.

- Why?
- Because...
we're gonna dig her up.

(He laughs.)
- We're gonna dig her up.

(snarling)

(girl screaming)
(beastly roaring and snarling)

(Pullman yelling)

- (Norman): You wanted
to see me, Mr. Pullman?

- Another one, another one.
I don't want to see any more.

- Frances.

- Dad.

- Sorry.

I didn't mean to wake you up.

- It's fine.

You all right?

- No.

- Why don't you come over here?

Come on.

You don't have
to worry about me.

I'm gonna stay safe.

- (Pullman): I seen it.

- What... what did you see,
Frances?

- I seen the thing inside her.

- What do you mean?
The thing inside who?

- The thing
inside your little girl.

(screaming)