Hemlock Grove

We are hot, hot, hot, you are not, not, not

We are hot, hot, hot, you are not, not, not

Traffic is way backed up

all the way along the ten beyond Clearview.

You're probably best to stay away from there altogether.

Construction still holding things up along the 90,

so expect a few delays there as well.

- So... - So?

Last night.

- Right. - Was kind of...

- Unexpected. - Yeah. Definitely unexpected.

What's up, buttercups?

I am starving!

- And craving dark, leafy greens. - For breakfast?

Doctor Spivak says we don't get enough riboflavin in our diet.

And I don't see any dark, leafy greens.

So, how are we all doing today?

- Good. - Yeah, good.

Oh, my God. So, I had this incredibly fucked-up dream last night.

Uh, there was... there was this house,

and there was this little boy. And... a storm was coming in,

and there were these... these windows, these beautiful stained glass windows...

And... you were there.

And you were there.

And there... was this guy in this creepy mask.

Oh, it scared the crap out of me.

I haven't had a nightmare like that since I was a little kid.

Guys, it's the 21st century, OK?

What happens between us... among us...

I think if it's more than two, it's "among."

My point is, let's not trip, OK?

Yeah?

Well, I should, uh...

I'm gonna go say good morning to Nadia.

Me, too.

This'll only be weird if you make it weird.

- What the hell was that? - No clue.

She shows up at the front door, starts nursing the baby.

- Now she's sharing our dreams? - She even saw the masks.

- What the fuck is up with the mask? - It could be shame.

I mean, who wouldn't be ashamed of doing that shit?

Maybe we should tell Miranda what's going on.

- Are you out of your mind? - She could be seeing something we're not.

What, are we supposed to just casually mention,

"By the way, we got a backstage dream pass to a serial killing spree?"

She's gonna figure out something's going on.

Right?

Maybe she could help us find that kid, stop anyone else from getting hurt.

She could get hurt.

We tell her about the dreams, where does it stop?

She's gonna wind up finding out what we are.

Norman, I got a situation here. I can't really talk right now.

Hey!

Fuckin' great. What?

Here's what I dreamt about last night.

And this is what came up when I googled the image.

Stained glass windows made by a guy named Frank Bannister.

This is his studio.

Zebulon, Ohio. Just across the border.

You better get going, before it's too late.

You told me to come to you when I had another dream.

There was a break-in last night. One dead, two injured.

- I'm sorry to hear that. - So I've got my hands full

looking for the perpetrator,

which moves dream chasing further down my to-do list.

There's a family somewhere out there that's about to find themselves

in a serious fucking shit storm.

You can do something about it, like keep it from happening, catch the murderers.

Well...

It isn't just me.

- Roman dreamt it too. - Roman Godfrey?

The kid in Toronto who died, Roman dreamt it too.

And the time before that, at the trailer park?

That's when we realized we were both having them.

Don't ask me why. I have no answers for any of this.

- I warned you about holding out on me. - Look, I'm here, aren't I?

- I'm coming with. - You're staying out of this.

I'm in this, whether I like it or not.

Last thing I need is a citizen psychic with a rap sheet tagging along.

- You gotta listen. - Do you want to get locked up

for interfering with a police investigation?

Watch it. These guys aren't fucking around.

What are you doing here, Olivia? You have no business in this building,

and you need a security pass to come down here.

What are you doing?

Letting Pryce suck away your power because it terrifies you?

Norman called. Asked me to meet him.

Goddamn it.

And I told him I wasn't interested in a family therapy session.

Thank God you're all right.

I... missed you.

Did you just...

Yep.

Say something else.

Roman...

Say it again.

Roman... you look tired.

Lost sleep over you.

But it's all gonna get better now.

Hello, Mother.

Hello, darling.

What happened?

Where have you been?

So much to tell you.

We want to hear it all.

Wow. Where were you last night?

- I'm late for work. - You slept with her again.

Is it simply not possible for you to stop thinking with your dick,

- or are you just looking for punishment? - You don't understand.

She's playing you off of Roman. She wants his money.

We're all very cool with each other.

Wait...

I... didn't want anyone to get hurt.

- I was just... - He couldn't stand up for himself.

You did what you had to do.

- We have to help Jason. - We will.

You were very brave.

I'm proud of what you did for that little boy.

Norman left the building. You can cut the mommy act.

I know I have not always been demonstrative.

A product of my European upbringing, no doubt.

But it doesn't mean I can't strive to be a better mother.

To both of you.

- I want us to be a family. - She hasn't changed.

- This is my daughter. - I won't watch you prey on her.

- I'm comforting her. - You're leading her on!

- You never once cared about her. - Both of you.

Out.

- She's gone. - Shelley needs a break.

I haven't seen my sister in seven months.

Consider the mental anguish she's been through.

- On account of Olivia. - Both of you are toxic.

Shelley is malnourished, dehydrated.

She has old gunshot wounds that still haven't healed properly,

causing an infection so egregious it's wiped out her immune system.

Which is why her phosphorescence has disappeared.

And then there's the laceration on her back.

What she needs, even more than medical attention,

is a period of emotional healing,

which means a peaceful environment

away from the howling mobs on the street

and your endless fucking familial dysfunction.

I can't tell you how disturbing it is you're the one responsible

for my sister's peace of mind.

I've been seeing to your needs adequately, haven't I?

I'm not fragile the way she is.

Nobody means more to me in this world than that girl in there.

Then we at least have one thing in common.

One more thing.

It's imperative you tell no one, no one, Shelley is here.

I'm not an idiot.

Hey, what are you doing out of bed?

I'm OK.

You need to rest, OK? Pryce says you need to rest.

Look, I'm sorry you have to come back to the same old shit with Olivia.

She's... different.

No, she isn't.

Listen to me. She stopped thinking about you the day you disappeared.

I'm not gonna let her worm her way back in, OK?

It's too much stress on you.

I'll do whatever it takes to get her out of our lives for good.

Sorry I'm late.

I don't even want to know what you were doing.

Well, then don't ask.

Double homicide, Buffalo, New York.

Christmas, 1965. Married couple had their throats ripped out

while their six-year-old daughter hid in the closet.

Only thing she would say of the perpetrator

was the woman had "hair of night."

Why are you showing me this?

Cops were able to lift a clean set of prints from the crime scene,

but there was no match. Until today.

I ran Olivia's fingerprints through the database,

and they came back to this murder.

You got Olivia's fingerprints?

I was trying to rule her out. Now I can't.

Wait, this happened in 1965, for Chrissakes.

I ran 'em five different times.

I've got a guy at Quantico who eyeballed them himself

to preclude computer error.

- I know it doesn't make any sense. - It doesn't make any sense.

- She wasn't even born. - I don't know, 60 is the new 40.

She's rich. Is it possible she's doing some kind of experimental treatment?

You would know what goes on in that White Tower, better than anybody.

This, um, this witness, she still around?

- Her address in Buffalo. - Let's talk to her.

Michael Chasseur. I'm the new...

I know who you are.

I understand you might be able to shed some light on some folks

having bad accidents that aren't accidental.

You've spoken to Peter.

He told me about a dream you both had, apparently.

Little kids, parents, house with pretty windows,

and some bad guys looking to do harm.

Hm. First I've ever heard of a dream police.

- So you didn't have this dream? - I might have.

But when my head hits the pillow, I, uh, I'm dead to the world.

Wake up, don't remember a thing.

Some people have things that keep them awake at night.

Not me.