Hemlock Grove

OK, I... I... I, uh...

Whatever you heard about this place isn't true anymore.

I'm not here for that.

Well, what are you skulking around at this hour for, huh?

You better watch yourself. People don't know you.

They'll shoot you soon as look at you.

Point taken.

You take care of yourself too, OK?

Lock your door.

Motherfucker.

Hey. You don't think this is worth stopping for five minutes to talk about?

Five minutes, maybe... stopping, no.

The guy from the other dream, his name was Robert Dexter.

Fascinating.

He fell into a gorge a few days ago. He was carrying his baby.

They both died... They both died after we dreamed it!

Look, I got my own shit to deal with, and so do you,

seeing how you were just at my house whining about your mom.

Listen, if you don't give a shit, then why are you here?

Look, I had a fucked-up nightmare about something

really bad happening near mobile homes and railroad tracks.

Next thing I know, I'm on the road. Why, I couldn't tell you.

I just want this shit out of my head.

You didn't dream about the sign?

What sign?

- "Gone Sis." - How about when I get home

I'll send you my copy of The Interpretation of Dreams?

I just don't feel right about running off and abandoning these people.

- You're so good at it, though. - Have you ever done anything

for anyone else, ever? You weren't the only person

that lost someone. I was ready to move in,

get a job, be a father to her kid!

What happened?

Looks like a murder-suicide.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

What the hell are you doing?

I don't know.

Maybe you can use your special powers of augury to figure it out.

I told you it would fuck you up.

- What? - Turning against the moon.

Come on, that was two days ago.

And you've been a dick ever since. Pull up your shirt.

- Why? - Because you've been

walking around all stiff. I want to see how bad it is.

- Oh, shit. - It's pretty much gone.

Remember when you were 11,

you drew on one of Nicolae's grimoires and he was so pissed

he punched you?

Yeah, it's hard to forget since he broke my nose.

- He was just drunk. - He wasn't drunk.

He turned on the luna rea one too many times.

Every time, it gets harder to turn back.

Your body and your mind don't know what phase they're in.

You fall apart mentally and physically.

You've already started. It's the distrugere.

That's what killed him. And it's gonna kill you too.

Well, there's not a lot I can do about it now.

You can promise that you won't turn on a bad moon again.

Listen, cuz.

I promise. Happy?

We'll see.

Cheers.

- Hey, you. - Hey.

Your message last night, it was... so sweet of you.

I had an idea about your, uh, living arrangements.

Can we talk about it?

Sure. After you tell me why she was here.

We just bumped into each other. She's here about the lawsuit.

Maybe if you hang out outside, you can bump into her again

on her way back, hmm? Give her another hug.

You were never jealous of Marie when I was married to her.

You've got to leave this place, Olivia.

Why is Pryce keeping you here? Hmm?

He's helping me get well.

He's playing you.

He's treating you like an invalid so you'll feel powerless,

so you'll depend on him.

And I'm supposed to listen to the man who despises Pryce?

You're supposed to listen to the man who's also a doctor.

You're not an invalid.

You're not weak.

You're a beautiful, powerful woman.

Hey, kid.

I hired an assistant to keep out guys like you.

Tell HR to go a little huskier next time.

What's going on with you and your mom?

Nothing.

And I want to keep it that way.

She needs you, Roman. She had a close call.

Whatever it is, I urge you to move past it,

because when you lose somebody, there are no do-overs.

Good to know.

Yes?

Be right there.

Hey.

Hey. It's, uh, the tow truck guy, Peter.

Oh, Peter. I thought it was one of the many other

tow truck guys I know.

Heh. Uh, so, I called some salvage yards,

I found you a cheaper brake light assembly.

How much cheaper?

Uh, 200 bucks. It's over in Stonycreek.

Oh, yes, that is such a relief.

- When will it be ready? - Uh...

Your cousin said you were stressed. That is one major tension knot.

- Sorry, what'd you say? - Just one sec.

That is what you really need.

You ought to give up this, uh, monk thing.

YOLO, my friend, huh? Find love.

Hey.

Listen, do you mind if I come with?

It's like an hour's drive.

Not like I've got anything better to do.

And the butler here is giving me the creeps.

Yeah, I'll be over in 15.

Cool. Bye.

Listen to my advice. Meeting Destiny turned me into,

like, a... a different person.

You're my role model, Andreas.

Holding 300 patents, Godfrey Industries has revolutionized long-distance,

even trans-global, surgery.

A Godfrey-Industries-trained surgeon in Pennsylvania

performed a laparoscopic stomach surgery

on a 35-year-old male in Dublin, Ireland.

The surgeon controlled the incisions by operating an external console.

- What can I do? - Uh, sorry.

There weren't any calls, so I thought I could...

- What else? - Um... th... that video, um...

I watched it. I want the walkthrough of Pryce's lab.

I'll try his office again.

Element of surprise.

The retro-viral lottery, this is adverse state to the polypeptide...

- Yes, doctor. - We will need time to run more tests.

So, is this the first time a customer has ever asked for a ride along?

Yeah, but it's great, 'cause I'm making her pay for lunch.

So, uh, what have you been up to?

Just, oh, sitting around in that house.

You've been hanging out with Roman?

Meaning?

Meaning hanging out? I don't know.

Why are you so interested in him?

I'm not.

Then why are you so not interested in him?

I was just making conversation.

Did you two date the same girl?

Or... each other?

We... were friends, and we had a falling out.

Over what?

He's just not someone you should trust, OK?

Sorry. You brought it up.

Yeah?

You have received a collect call from the Hemlock County

Department of Corrections.

Please press 1 to accept the charges.

Just... just give me a sec, OK?

Hi. Oh, it's so good to hear your voice.

What?

No, no.

Lynda. Lynda. Lynda.

Everything's gonna be OK.

Yeah, and she's the best lawyer in the state.

Then I'll find the best lawyer in the whole country, OK?

OK. Good.

Wherever you are, I'm with you.

I miss you.

I love you.

Everything OK?

Yeah, it's just some bullshit I had to deal with.

Symphony 39 in E flat.

Written in the summer of 1788,

along with No. 40 in G minor

and No. 41 in C major.

Took Mozart three months

to write one major masterpiece and two minor ones.

Three months.

And you can't even deal with one teenager.

I don't know what "deal with" means.

But the reason I didn't kill Roman

is because I couldn't find any evidence he murdered my sister.

I've known Roman all his life.

He is a clinical psychopath.

I'm not gonna take out some kid just on your say-so,

especially when you and your order got your own agenda.

What's your deal with the White Tower, anyway?

Why does the Order of the Dragon

want to own half of a genetics company?

God is diversifying his portfolio.

- Any other suspects? - Yeah.

I'm going to find and kill...

sorry, deal with... whoever's responsible,

only when I know for sure.

Whatever you think you know about Hemlock Grove,

whatever your sister might have told you, know this:

you don't know a damn thing.

And when you walk out that door,

you lose my protection...

both financial...

and otherwise.

_

Are you OK?