Hemlock Grove

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We're killing now?

We should have made them dig their own graves first.

That's dark.

Fucking sun will be up soon, we're getting nowhere.

Hey, how about a little help?

I'm getting these treatments. Makes me feel like shit.

- You're all right? - No. Something I gotta do.

I'm getting gene therapy from Pryce.

It's supposed to make my DNA... normal.

When you say "normal", you mean... ?

Normal. Human.

Why?

You got a couple hours to kill? Pull up a chair.

My husband can't even talk no more.

You gotta arrest this guy!

Can you describe the assailant?

The rich boy.

His daddy used to own the town or some shit.

Roman Godfrey did this to him?

- Keys. - What?

I'll get the car.

Hey!

- You don't need to go there. - I'm all right.

I got it handled.

Maybe I should get the car.

Is he alive?

Fucking shit.

Help me.

- What the hell are we gonna do? - Uh...

- We gotta turn her in to Chasseur. - You're kidding?

- What else can we do? - Not implicate ourselves in that.

They're serial killers. We acted in self-defense.

We get dragged into this, it means a trial,

reporters sniffing around stuff that's none of their business.

We're already hip deep in this.

Not if we don't tell anyone.

You're not proposing... that we kill her now.

Shit... And you thought I was dark.

What if there are more of them? She gets a message out.

They show up at my front door looking for payback.

Baby's there, man.

Let's just find out what she knows first.

Fine. All right.

Qubits are fully entangled.

An apparent diffusion coefficient in the white matter regions.

Check the epigenic neuron states.

Shelley?

- Did it work? - Beautifully.

We've uploaded your neural networks to the server.

Now what?

Well, I need you to do one thing.

I need you to take a long, relaxing bubble bath

when I begin Phase Two, the download to the replacement anatomy.

It'll have my brain?

Not your physical brain. Your mind,

your thoughts, memories, your personality.

Will it like Brussels sprouts?

Not if you don't.

It will become you.

Now, we will observe this replacement anatomy for 36 hours,

to ensure that no corrupt data has entered its...

... your system.

What's Phase Three?

That's when we jettison the host anatomy.

You mean me.

No, what's you is that mind that I love so dearly.

You will live on.

This broken body is just a chrysalis.

You will soon be the butterfly.

But this me would be safe here.

It would not.

The authorities will get a warrant

to search the White Tower.

It would be better for the police to find

your old anatomy out in the woods somewhere.

That way, they'll close the case once and for all.

You'll just drift off.

I'll hold your hand.

The last thing you'll see is my face.

I've thought about this a hundred times as your doctor,

your benefactor and, dare I say, your friend.

This is the prudent thing to do...

... Shelley.

OK.

Let's begin Phase Two, shall we?

Who are you?

What's your fucking name?!

What are you? How were you a wolf and now you're...

No, you answer, you don't ask!

My name is Sarah... I think.

You think?

- Is he really dead? - Who?

I'm Sarah Chase. 813 Auburn Lane,

Valencia, California. I'm Sarah Chase...

I haven't said that in ten years.

Thank you. Thank you...

Who is that?

He made us call him "John Bone".

He kidnapped me from my bedroom while my parents were sleeping.

He had a group in the desert, in Utah.

Some of the others were kidnapped too.

He thought killing families would bring the Apocalypse...

... and that God would come down from heaven...

You could have run away any time you wanted, even here in the forest.

He would have killed me!

He killed so many of us.

He made the rest watch.

I really don't feel good.

Our car is parked just up the road.

- Can I ask you one thing, please? - What?

If I die...

... will you tell my mom...

... I was sorry?

Peter.

She knew all the names, addresses, all those details.

So could anyone else. It's all on the Web.

It looks just like her.

This... group, or whatever they are,

they know what they're doing. They obviously have a plan.

This is part of it? Look at her.

You think she's capable of running game on us?

She's a mess.

I don't care how crazy these fuckers are, it was still her choice to murder.

That twisted fuck became like a father to her.

When someone's tapped in that deep,

and they tell you to do something terrible... whatever...

it's not a choice.

OK. I'll go get her car, she says it's close.

Lights.

She fucking killed my wife.

She fucking killed my wife. Marie died right here.

Yeah.

And dragged her body to the upstairs bath.

Everything she's done...

... everything I've allowed to happen ends now.

We got her.

We got nothing.

Well, what more evidence do you need? All this blood in her house.

- This is not blood. - What?

Yeah. Look at the wipe marks.

Smell it. It's bleach.

Bleach lights up under luminol, same as blood.

What's scarier is I didn't spray the luminol.

It was already here. Means it was done by professionals,

cleaners you call in after a hit.

They lit this place up to make sure they didn't miss anything.

- Well, maybe they missed a spot. - Guys like this don't fuck up.

We're not gonna find any of Marie's DNA.

But... I mean, just the fact that they cleaned this place out,

- doesn't that prove something? - Yeah, that she cleans her house.

Look, if you go to the cops with this, all it does,

it gives Olivia the heads-up. Then you'll be in her crosshairs.

I'll handle it myself.

- Walk away, Norman. - She's not even a human being.

Her DNA tests prove it.

You have no idea what you're dealing with.

I grew up around Santeria.

No matter how much Eleggua oil you wear,

the brujas will get you dead if you cross 'em.

What do you suggest I do?

Turn the other ass cheek

and spend my golden years with that monster?

Tell her you need some time.