Hemlock Grove

I can't help wondering how you found us.

Hard not to follow a trail of bodies.

The trailer park.

The kid you tried to run over and then drown.

You must be very proud.

The boy on the tricycle. That was you.

- How many more have you butchered? - Too many.

That kid you thought you saved, his life was all that was required.

If you hadn't interfered, Mom would still be alive.

- That's on you. - But you did find us,

by the grace of God.

It means we're close to completing our mission.

Slaughtering families and murdering children, that's your mission?

We mourn every life taken.

But it's God's will, to save the souls of so many...

I don't know what fucking God you believe in,

but you're a bunch of sick fucks.

They always say that about those who bring disruption.

Noah, for instance. Then it started raining.

Who sent you?

Why don't you ask your God? It sounds like he has all the answers.

Where is the beast? The child you're protecting?

I'm not telling you dick.

Suffering brings enlightenment.

Peter, where are you? I got your half-assed message.

You better not try to do this without me.

Miranda's home alone with Nadia. I'm worried. Call me back.

- How are you feeling? - Peachy keen.

It's a big day for you.

I just reviewed the latest results from your last session,

and I'm pleased to report that your sed rate indicates

a robust monoclonal erythrocytic rebound.

After your last treatment today, your upir retroviral load

will be so low, we won't even be able to detect its presence.

You will, in effect, be symptom free, the hunger will be gone.

- What's wrong? - Something's come up... with the baby.

- Wh... Is she sick? - We need to postpone.

- No, no, you can't. - I can do what I want.

You are at a critical juncture.

If you don't go through with this final treatment,

the most virulent and resistant retroviral fragments

will rush into the microbial void, multiplying unchecked,

rebonding to your DNA, causing them to mutate with unpredictable

and potentially catastrophic results.

It will be virtually impossible to eradicate.

All of our gains, all of your suffering will be for naught.

Fine. Let's get this fucking thing over with.

We just need to get you prepped.

What do you wanna do today, little miss?

Oooh...

No, no, no, those aren't for eating, silly.

No, no.

Peekaboo!

Peekaboo!

Peekaboo!

Did you do that?

Peekaboo!

Call me as soon as Mr. Godfrey is out of prep.

- What the hell did you do now? - I've done many things.

- Could you be more specific? - Maybe you could tell me why

that Barbie doll you whipped up downstairs

is pretending to be my daughter!

I replicated Shelley's consciousness and transferred it to a perfect host.

I'm giving her a chance at a life she's never had,

a life free from ridicule and persecution.

You have no right to perform your experiments on my children!

Cut the shit, Olivia!

You have the maternal instincts of an arachnid.

Don't pretend you care about Shelley.

How dare you question my feelings for my daughter.

When she was a baby, you couldn't stand to hold her.

When she disappeared, you were relieved.

You couldn't even hide your look of revulsion when she came back.

- That's a vicious lie. - Roman was right.

The only thing you've ever been a mother to are your own selfish desires.

So... tell me why you're really here.

I'm dying.

- As we discussed... - You've created life in a laboratory.

Why can't you use the same process to save mine?

Olivia, it's apples and oranges.

Upir DNA isn't compatible with the genetic sequencing.

But I've fed on your failed experiments and they've sustained me.

Wouldn't it stand to reason that your perfected achievement

would not only sustain, but rejuvenate me?

You're grasping at straws, Olivia. Why would you even think this?

What am I supposed to do, give up and die?

Have you been talking to Dr. Zheleznova-Burdukovskaya?

She's leading you on. You have no idea who that woman really is.

And God save us all from her agenda, whatever it turns out to be.

In any case, you have the finest oncologist.

In fact, I was just talking about a new treatment that shows promise:

the extraction of an enzyme found only in the seeds

of the Zingiberiflorae family.

It replaces nutrients required by the cancer cells with empty calories.

Junk food, in essence, allowing your body to reabsorb the cancer

and process it through your digestive tract.

Just stay the course,

and rest in the knowledge that every day brings new miracles.

Thank you for the encouragement.

- I'm here to help. - Of course you are.

Mother, behold your son.

After today, the filth that you infected me with will be gone.

Time for second-guessing is passed.

This is our last opportunity. You must be strong.

He's my blood.

He's your enemy, the cause of your suffering.

- Mercy is for the weak. - Maybe there's another way.

"Death is the solution to all problems. No man, no problem."

Comrade Stalin said that.

What do you know about Zingiberiflorae...

Seeds? Is crackpot cancer treatment fad, totally discredited.

- Why? - No reason.

Hey. Come in. Thanks for coming.

Not a problem. What's going on?

Uh... This, um...

This is for you.

You know, I appreciate, really appreciate everything you've done...

I... I can't accept this. This is quadruple my...

Combat pay. Take the money, and the advice that you gave me.

Get out of this town.

There's nothing good here for anyone.

Thank you.

So, what are you gonna do?

Uh... Well, I always wanted to spend a winter in Paris,

or... any other place far, far away from here.

Before I lose my fucking mind.

Ah, you're doing the right thing.

Sooner or later, Olivia's gonna make a mistake.

She's gonna have to answer for what she's done.

I was trained to believe that monsters were codified in myth

to deal with the fears of the subconscious.

Now, I find that I've been sleeping with one for...

...twenty years.

Well...

- Take care of yourself, Norman. - Yeah. You too.

That's all I have.

I'll make the necessary preparations.

He'll need to come with me for a period of time.

- How long? - As long as it takes.

- What are you gonna do to him? - It's best you do not know.

You better think this through long and hard, Norman.

Blinding me with dollar signs so you can sneak away and whack your girlfriend?

What are you talking about?

Don't you think I know when someone's trying to get over on me?

So, what, are you following me now?

From your office to the gun store to here.

You decide to go with the hollow points?

You know what she is...

...what she's done.

Even if you manage to kill her, the cops are gonna grab you up.

And don't think for a second that I won't testify against you.

She destroyed my family.

It's a pretty day.

Last looks, Norman.

Lying in wait will get you special circumstances and the needle.

You need to go now.

Or what?

You gonna kill me too?

Give me the gun.

Where is she?!

You tell that backstabbing Cossack to come find me!

No time for sleep.

We still got miles to go.

Quicksilver.

One of the few things that'll kill a demon like you.

I believe your people refer to it as mercur.

Do you know how many thermometers I had to break to fill this?

It's got its own word in Gypsy for the kind of pain.

I must have been thinking of a different word.

Enough.

Why are you willing to suffer like this to protect a child

who will destroy us all?

Are you so far gone you can't see what you're doing,

unleashing hell on earth?

We both want the same thing: stop the killing.

But you hold the key.

Tell me where I'll find the demon.

"A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

while all about it, the darkness drops again

But I know

that twenty centuries of stony sleep

were vexed to nightmare

by a rocking cradle

And what rough beast,

its hour come round at last...

Were vexed to nightmare...

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"

Let's give him time to sit with his thoughts.

Hey, boss. You have a visitor.

- The smoking-hot PI. - Send her in.

What can I do for you, Miss Padilla?

I just stopped Norman Godfrey from murdering his girlfriend.

- That's quite an accusation. - We both know he has motive.

Means.

And me showing up at the front door just put a kibosh on his opportunity.

He's not thinking straight. He's gonna try it again.

Well, he's got a carry permit, hasn't broken any laws.

I can't put him in preventative detention without a court order.

Lean on him.

Tell him he's under surveillance. Do whatever the fuck you have to.