Hemlock Grove

Animals.

Sheriff Sworn. Olivia Godfrey here.

Mm? Yes, yes, quite. And yours?

Well, I hate to be a bother, but I've recently heard reports

of trespassers around the mill building--

reports just confirmed.

Urban explorers or some such nonsense.

What I'm asking for, Sheriff, are some extra patrols.

Someone may get hurt.

Yes, that would be fine.

## --- RM 1 ---- >

What if Destiny was wrong?

What if the invitation was in Willoughby's car? Or her purse?

- What if the moon hits your eye? - What if it was an e-vite?

Then the Order of the Dragon will have to find

- a new adventure. - Suck a bag of dicks!

I never called us the Order of the Dragon.

Yup.

What's with this guy?

I don't know. He's just old.

Gross.

How old's your mom, anyway?

Why don't you ask her that?

What if they don't leave?

What if we stop beginning sentences with those two words?

Hm?

Fuck Penrose.

Hey! We were gonna wait till they left.

Roman!

Asshole. What the fuck?

Can I help you?

Mr. Willoughby. We're here about Lisa.

This isn't a good time.

Mr. Willoughby.

You're exhausted.

You should really take a nap.

In case you were wondering,

cops call this shit breaking and entering.

Was it ever gonna be anything else?

I'm just saying that there's the right way

and then there's the foolish way. Don't ever do it

that way again.

- You're a fucked way. - Yeah.

Does that hurt?

You wouldn't notice if a bus hit you.

All right, let's just do this and get out of here.

In here.

Find anything?

Not yet. You?

Ohhh.

- Hippity-hop. - Nice.

Cool.

Roman Godfrey in my house.

Um...

We're looking for some mail that might have come for Lisa.

Why?

We think someone might have killed her.

Oh. Someone like you.

Touché.

Shut the fuck up--

- Are you the ones that dug up my sister?

I don't care. Like that's so much worse

than what already happens to you when you die?

Mom's taking Gary to be put down.

- What? - Gary.

Mom can't handle having a dog around.

And Dad, he can't handle the thought of having the dog Lisa loved

so much being with new owners.

Seems like a bit much for a Boston terrier, don't you think?

It does.

You guys didn't look

over here.

Is this what you're looking for? I found it

in Lisa's sock drawer when I was looking for leggings.

I thought it was an invitation to a rave, so I begged her to take me,

but she wouldn't.

So I looked at her,

so fucking pretty,

and I said that I hope she ends up in a dumpster.

OK.

I already showed it to my parents.

They just got pissed. They'd rather believe she was killed by an animal.

It's easier,

I guess.

"Fun, fun, fun."

What the hell is Castle

Godfrey?

The mill. That's what people call the old steel mill.

All right, thanks. This is... this is very helpful. We should go.

- Yeah, mm-hmm. - Why do you care

who did this? Why are you looking for him?

'Cause when we find him,

he's going to be joining Gary.

I need to know if you're taking this as seriously as I am.

My name is on this.

This thing put my name on this.

Your family's name.

This matters to me as much as it matters to you.

But if you end up in jail, you better reconsider that hair.

I'm just saying.

I'll just point 'em towards your lips.

Oh.

Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

Man, I try not to fuckin' think about it.

What's up?

Oh, Lynda.

She needs some help back at home.

Water heater or some shit.

We'll reconvene? Go to the mill later?

What, is that a problem?

Man's gotta do...

Yeah, Tyler's gonna love that white streak.

We gotta figure this hair out for your date tonight.

It'll be fine. We're just going to the movies.

That shit just keeps coming back. It's like retarded zombie hair.

I think your hair's really pretty the way it is.

It's what's different about you that's gonna make him remember you.

You've already got

all kinds of mystery. Seriously.

That's just my professional opinion.

- What. - Ever.

Wow. OK.

Look...

I'm-I'm sorry, but... do you really not know

how pretty you are?

The world already has two of them.

We really don't need a third.

What a bitch.

Ugh. Do their tramp stamps match too?

- Did that cunt just say that? - That cunt just totally said that.

One for sorrow, two for joy,

three for girl, four for boy, five for silver,

six for gold, seven for a secret never to be...

told.

It's OK, it's OK. It's OK.

She's very... It's all right, she's very nice.

Shelley, darling, come on.

Psst!

- It's OK. - Remember, Shelley,

the cruelty of children is easily ignored.

I finally tracked it down at UT--

only college in the world with a library of Romany studies.

Guess it's racist to call them gypsies. What isn't these days?

- Mm. - Find what you're looking for?

Rarely.

Well, thank you for your...

efforts.

Thank you.

So, I did some more digging.

I asked my dad like a million questions about Aunt Olivia--

Whoa, whoa. What is that?

Peanut butter and lime yogurt mixed together with gummy bears and extra M&Ms.

Bite?

Screw it, I say. Bring on the maternity pants.

I mean, I don't know what picture of Dorian Gray

you have to hide away for your butt to look as good as Olivia's at her age.

Can you imagine?

Besides, abstinence is way overrated.

What, you don't think she's hot?

Not my type.

And he's a liar.

Anyway, when Olivia was my dad's patient...

- What? - Didn't say anything.

OK. Well, I got the sense she had some major problems

before Roman was born-- after the first baby.

There was a girl before Roman and Shelley.

Her name was Juliet. She died as an infant.

Died how?

Uh, off topic. Go on.

But in the end it was JR who totally lost his grip.

I guess he made some pretty wild accusations about her.

Like what?

Dad wouldn't say. Must have been some serious crazy-person stuff.

There was a suicide letter too.

They found it the next day.

Do you have any idea what it might have said?

I don't know.

I got from the look on his face that it was time to change

the subject.

Godfreys have that look down.

Yep. Mm-hmm.

How much do you think Roman knows about where Olivia came from?

Isn't that a better question to ask Roman?

I thought you two were... whatever it is that you

call that you're doing.

You keep thinkin', Butch.

It's what you're good at.

So, I'm thinking the Rag & Bone scuba skinnies

with, like, a tunic top.

Yeah, that definitely brands earthy yet sorta sexy. Mm-hmm.

Yo.

Attention deficit?

Guys. Baby bump

and teen wolf.

Better check that fetus for Lyme ticks is all I'm saying.

Or kennel cough.

Mm, I think

I'm developing... reflux disease.

- I have to meet my grandmother across the road. - Wait, what?

- Where are you going? - You still have to try on...