Hemlock Grove

Ever the fuckin' gentleman.

That's me.

It's been a while, Rich Boy.

Thought you forgot about me.

You're still with Davy.

Even got married.

I thought you liked my bruises.

What the fuck?

- Not tonight. - What?

I'm not interested in damaged goods.

Since when? Huh?

Hey, you still owe me the money.

Davy! I got a problem here.

Rich Boy don't wanna pony up.

Oh dear.

He got all sensitive and shit, the way you treat me.

Hey.

Pussy gets in a trick's car, pussy gets paid.

Darling, could you watch the front desk for me, please?

- Is there a problem? - No problem.

Changed my mind, that's all.

The fee is nonrefundable nevertheless.

It's not the money, trust me.

We can happily apply the amount to another lady of your choosing.

I'm all about customer service.

Mandy enjoys anal, giving and receiving.

Regina's just had a cancellation

so she's got an extremely full bladder at the moment.

Not my dealio.

I have an underage runaway that needs to be turned out.

How about someone who's a type A?

Clarice can be very aggressive.

Definitely a type A.

I meant blood type.

But hey, A, B, O-negative... I'm not picky.

You have three new messages.

- I'm outside your door... - And no one's home.

Next message.

- You owe me. Now open up. - Or you'll blow my house down?

Next message.

I mean it, Miranda, we're not gonna do this again!

Damn straight.

Dude. Get off my ass.

Fuckwit.

Hi. I'm so sorry to bother you at this time of night, but um...

I was just in an accident... right there,

right outside your house, and, uh, and my phone's dead,

and I don't have a charger.

And I really should have a charger for the car, but I...

I just, um, I'm... well, someone hit me, actually,

someone came out of the dark and, and just, um...

and... can I come inside and make a call?

I'll call 911.

No, no, no, no 911. Please.

I don't have insurance, and cops hate that.

Um, a towing company would be great.

Come on.

Don't get blood on the carpet.

Please, call me back as soon as you get this.

So much for 24-hour towing.

It's almost daylight. I'm... I'm sure they'll call back soon.

Here, let me.

Thanks.

Nice place.

It's a work in progress.

I can tell your parents have killer taste.

It's mine.

Really? You... you live here alone?

Pretty much.

Did you pick this out?

Expressionism's my favorite.

It's so violent and dark.

Um... anyway.

Uh, thanks for letting me use your phone.

You can wait in here, if you like...

It's no problem, really.

Peter!

Andreas?

I drove all night to get here.

Nothing like the smell of Rumancek in the morning, huh!

Who is making you wear this greasy jacket?

Got a job.

Ah, Peter, life's too short for jobs. Eh?

We'll discuss this later.

I've come to seek my Destiny. Where is my beautiful Creamsicle?

I thought maybe we'd hang out for a couple days.

You thought you needed a place to crash.

Yeah, to shipwreck between your thighs

and sink into your briny depths...

- Name? - Peter Rumancek.

- Here to see...? - My mother.

- She got a name too? - Lynda Rumancek.

Looks like Mom's had her visitation privileges suspended.

Why?

She got herself tossed into ad-seg this morning.

- What? - Administrative Segregation.

- She's in the hole. - I know what ad-seg means.

- I bet you do. - Why's she there?

She's on a 47-93.

Assaulting a corrections officer.

My mother's not like that. Someone in there is fucking with her.

You got a problem, you need to talk to someone in the warden's office.

I do have a problem, I'm talking to you. I want to see my mother!

- Hey, there's other people waiting. - Fuck you, asshole!

Come on!

Don't touch me.

I dreamed about Roman this morning.

He was a little boy again.

He asked me if that was blood on my shirt. I... I told him no,

it was red frosting from the birthday cake I made for him.

One side effect of the injections I've been giving you

is mild stimulation of the anterior insula cortex,

that part of the brain responsible for empathy.

- Empathy? - Lift.

What a quaint waste of time.

Isn't there something you can give me to make it go away? Ow.

Think of it as a refreshing departure from your normal sociopathy.

- Good. Down... - Ow.

Does he look like he's been feeding?

Roman? Probably.

Any sign of...

detritus?

Not that I'm aware of.

At least, not that law enforcement is aware of.

He's being careful then.

Or lucky.

He's still been wholly uncooperative.

I'm worried he's going to start asking questions

about the source material for your treatments.

I should have told him sooner about all of it,

but he was unprepared.

Now that we share the cravings,

the hunger, I'll speak to him.

Now, my concern is that his dislike for me

is eclipsed only by his hatred of you.

I'm the only one who knows what he's going through.

He needs me.

No, I've already been on hold.

I want to talk to the dimwit that knows exactly what's going on with my mother.

And I don't wanna be put on hold again!

No, no, just don't... don't put me on hold!

Brand-new hire and you're already on asshole time.

- It won't happen again. - Why don't you go over there

and give the bad news to the pretty lady.

- Hi. - So, what's the damage?

Uh, well, the good news is, it's not totaled.

OK...

How much is it gonna set me back?

Uh, let's see here.

We're gonna have to straighten out the front quarter panel.

The frame's okay, you lucked out there,

but you'll need a new front axle,

power-train coupling,

fender, bumper, and floor extensions.

So with parts and labor, it's gonna come to 3,200.

Miss Cates?

Uh, Miranda?

The whole car's not worth 3,200.

That fuckhead!

That motherfucking...

asshole! He came out of nowhere!

The guy who creamed you?

Yeah, he did it on purpose.

Yeah, people around here can be a little aggro.

Uh, we can file this with your insurance.

You know, we just need an ID number...

Yeah well, that's where I'm the asshole.

I don't have insurance.

You know what?

Let me look into used parts.

It's way cheaper, and then I can rework the estimate.

Beautiful Dreemer...

Congratulations, Mr. Godfrey.

I wanted to bring her to you myself.

She's magnificent.

With all the foreign money flooding into the market these days,

1.2 million's gonna look like a steal in six months.

Yeah, she's got spirit.

Something you want in a champion.

Are you gonna race her?

- I haven't decided. - Ah, it'd be a shame not to.

You could pick up where your old man left off.

- Did you know him? - Almost rode for him

back when I was a jockey. Hi Hopes in the Governor's Cup...

but I broke my collarbone the week before.

- I remember Hi Hopes. - Yeah?

My dad put me on her when I was three. Bucked me right off.

Hey, see?

A champion...

So, uh, whatever happened to all his ponies?

Thought maybe we could talk stud fees.

My mom had 'em slaughtered.

No shit! You're a gypsy?

Did you travel around in caravans or something?

Right. With bandannas and gold earrings,

looking into crystal balls, and stealing small children?

I did travel a lot with my mom though.

We lived, uh, out of a car off and on.

- Really? - Yeah,

she'd enroll me into school, and then three months later,