Hemlock Grove

All right, then she comes running at me, like,

with a huge sheet cake and just throws it at my feet,

screaming about how I don't pay enough attention to her.

- What a skank. - Yeah, and then my buddy Mark,

who was high as fuck, just comes over, kneels down, sticks his face in it,

and starts eating it like a dog.

Yeah. And then she started to cry

and got her dad to throw me out of my own party, so...

- No way. - Yeah.

And that's why I don't celebrate my birthday.

That sucks.

Pretty funny though.

Yeah.

- No, wait. - I'm sorry. I thought that, uh...

- Chill. I just have to pee. - Oh.

Well, um, can I come?

Maybe when I get back.

You OK?

- I'm fine. - OK.

Hey, cutie.

- What have we got? - Twenty-52.

Those kids found the DB. All three pieces.

- Damn... - Yeah.

- Geek squad on its way? - Twenty minutes out.

I'm supposed to be balls deep in my wife right now

- instead of freezing 'em off out here. - Her birthday?

Had to give away tickets to the game on account of her ovulating.

You gotta to be one sick fuck to do something like this.

Female. Young, near as I can tell.

Been here 24 hours, give or take, judging from the insect larvae.

That girl's grave got robbed yesterday.

Any connection?

Eh... Let's leave that to the propeller heads.

I'm gonna go set up a perimeter before looky-loos and news trucks descend.

On that other matter...

- Let it soak. - Huh?

Next time you throw a hump into the missus,

let it soak.

Yeah.

May I ask what the two of you were doing out here so late?

We were on a date and...

See to it the plasma level is raised.

I want to increase amniotic nutritional value by a factor of three.

That will destabilize its growth rate. Is that wise?

My research in the Serbian camps indicated...

It's my understanding your subjects were human

and you weren't necessarily interested in their longevity.

Yes, but I am...

Yes, but what?

I will do it right away.

- Oh. This is a surprise. - You son of a bitch.

- Where's Marie? Where is she? - I have no idea.

She names you specifically in the lawsuit, and now,

surprise, surprise, she's gone?

Let go of me, Norman.

If I find out that you had anything at all to do with her disappearance,

I will tear you down and everything that you have ever built.

I'm sure that won't be necessary. But be careful.

Start tearing down my house,

you may be surprised by what comes crawling out of the rubble.

Fuck you, Johann.

I want the blueprints. Yes, the subbasement.

Scan and send them to me as soon as possible.

No, it's not gonna take a couple of days,

because you're gonna tell that miserable prick that I need them now!

Someone didn't come home last night.

Oh, crap, you scared me.

Is everything OK?

Yeah, actually, for the first time in a couple days, it is.

You missed my coq au vin.

You made it?

Well, Conway made it, but I'm pretty sure I told him to.

So, um, where were you?

I was out with a friend.

I didn't think you knew anyone in town.

I do now.

You make friends fast.

It's a gift.

So, I, uh, I got some good news.

Um, I found out my car might be ready this evening,

so I could be out of here by tonight.

But I just want to thank you for everything you've done for me.

You've been really kind, and... and I don't want to take advantage.

Are you OK?

Are you all right?

- Roman? - Please don't!

I'm sorry. I'm... just, um...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm late for a meeting. I really don't have time to...

Wait, wait, wait. I need to talk you.

I got a call last night from the police.

Christina Wendall's corpse was removed from her grave.

They found footprints near the body.

They're... saying it was Shelley.

That's impossible. My sister's dead.

We don't know that. Not for certain.

Anyway, they're... they're out looking for her now.

- Does Olivia know? - Yeah. Yeah, I spoke with her earlier.

You said Christina was mutilated. How?

Decapitated.

Head torn in half.

Anyway, I'll... let you get going.

Hey, Norman.

That investigator you hired when Shelley disappeared,

you should get her back on the case.

It's already done.

Hi, my name is Darren Allen.

I do marketing with Penultimate Innovations.

Uh-huh, that's right, we make the pens.

Uh, I was wondering if you hangar a biplane that tows advertising banners.

I see.

All right, well, thank you for your time.

Fuck me.

Fuck off.

You ass raped us, you fucking little fuck.

How'd you do it? You got mirrors in here, some shit like that?

- This isn't a good time, guys. - We want our goddamn money back.

Where's the dog? I know there was a dog.

You can't fake that kind of realism.

- He's at the vet. - Stop fucking with us.

I said I don't have it!

- Fuck. - Where is it?

OK, OK. I'll tell you exactly where it is.

I took it and I gave it to an attorney to get someone out of a jam.

All of it. And it's not coming back.

So you can beat the shit out of me, but you're still not gonna get it.

You're lying. He's trying to fuck us again.

- Give us the goddamn money! - Ugh!

Fuck!

Where is it?

Where the fuck is it?

Where is that fucking money, man?

Fuck! Little fucking prick!

It's here somewhere, all right? We gotta find it.

Where is it, dickweed?

Oh! Fuck!

Ah!

Grab an ice pack from the freezer!

- Oh, fuck. - What?

- Do it! - Oh, fuck...

You sack the fuck up. You ain't dying.

There, now it'll heal straight.

Put that on your friend's nose.

Now, get out of my house.

Get the fuck out of my house!

Miss Cates.

You dropped this.

Thank you.

Sorry, no.

Again, I am not authorized to give out his private number.

Well, I'm afraid that's anatomically impossible.

Biatch.

Were you able to get the blueprints?

Yes. Yes, sir.

Good man.

Oh, I, uh, also have the quarterly reports for you to sign.

Perfect.

Where's Level S5?

- Uh, It should all be there. - Well, it isn't.

What the fuck is your problem that you can't even do a simple task, huh?

Maybe you scrolled past...

Listen to me, you worthless piece of shit.

When I ask you to do something, I expect it to be done properly, OK?

I'm running a business, not a daycare for fucktards.

I have no time for incompetence!

And that goes for every other mouth breather in here!

Now, clean that shit up, get me a new one, and find that goddamn blueprint!

- Miss Godfrey? - Yes?

Sheriff Michael Chasseur. I'm sorry to bother you, but...

Oh, the replacement.

Right. Do you have a moment?

- Now? - Oh, if it's no trouble.

Not at all.

I will tell you the same thing I told your deputy over the phone.

I haven't heard from my daughter, and the fact that

- you people keep opening this wound is... - Marie Godfrey has gone missing.

- What? - That's why I'm here.

Her housekeeper reported that she didn't come home last night.

Normally we wouldn't take an interest until we at least had a few days go by.

But we just found her car in a long-term parking lot.

Maybe she went on a last-minute trip?

It seemed to be wiped clean of prints.

Not the sort of thing you do if you're headed for Cabo.

Oh, my God. What do you think happened to her?

We don't know.

Well, whatever I can do to help, I will.

When was the last time you saw her?

She was here yesterday, but I assume you knew that

or you wouldn't be here.

True enough.

One of the groundskeepers saw her knock on your door.

Can you tell me the nature of her visit?

She came to tell me she was filing a lawsuit against Godfrey Industries.

Was she upset?

Since the death of her daughter and grandchild, she always seemed that way.

- Who can blame her? - Did she say anything else?

Where she might be going? Anyone else she was seeing later that day?

No, she didn't.

Marie Godfrey is the second woman to go missing from here

in the last seven months.