Sausage?
Vegan.
Since I was 15, I haven't eaten anything with a face.
- So... - So?
Uh, the baby... The one upstairs.
Right.
..has been bothering me.
Not the baby, per se, more like the entire situation.
I mean, it is pretty fucking weird when you get right down to it.
Did I make a wrong turn through a wormhole
into some fucked-up Victorian novel
where a top-secret baby is being cared for
by a demonic she-servant and her brain-dead sidekick, Lurch?
Where'd you even find those two, open mike night at the mortuary?
Seriously, Roman, what's the deal with the kid?
- (STEAM WHISTLES) - Roman?
(SHRIEKS)
(SCREAMS)
(FRENCH POP SONG PLAYS)
Are you going to talk to me about any of this or should I just go fuck myself?
Did you hear anything I just said?
Yeah. You're a vegan.
(THEME MUSIC)
PRYCE: You have reached the office of Dr Johann Pryce.
After the beep tone, please speak clearly.
State your name, the time you called, and leave a detailed message.
I will return your call at my earliest convenience.
- (BEEP!) - We need to talk now.
It's important. I don't want to get into it over the phone.
Call me back. It's important.
Roman Godfrey.
- The baby... - Whose is it?
I mean, are you the father?
Not that it's any of my business, but...
..with all the secrecy and the weird baby bunker...
I mean, what's up with that?
It's a very... (CLEARS THROAT)
It's a very complicated situation.
How complicated can it be?
Everyone comes from somewhere. You did. I did.
Where'd the baby come from?
I mean, if you don't want to tell me, fine, but...
..since I seem to be the kid's
major source of nourishment these days, I thought I'd ask.
The father's not in the picture and the mother's dead.
And you're taking care of this child because...
Look, Miranda, it's really not something you need to worry about, OK?
Now, I really need to get going.
Well, I am fucking lactating.
- Who fucking lactates? - Mammals, mostly.
Who have been pregnant and have had offspring.
I have not been pregnant. I have not had offspring.
I...I do not even like children.
Children are sticky. They smell funny.
Oh, this town is giving me the creeps.
I have got to get out of here.
I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation
for what you're going through.
There is something wrong here.
Very wrong! My Aunt Margo died at a young age...
This isn't fatal!
I promise. Maybe a little messy.
- And uncomfortable, and... - You're not gonna die!
Aunt Margo did, because she carried the death gene,
and I bet this means that I do too.
If you're that worried, we'll get you to a doctor, OK?
One who specialises in spontaneous freak lactation?
Arnold Spivak. He's good. The family doctor.
Dr Arnold's been in Hemlock Grove as long as anyone can remember.
Conway will drive you. Have the bill sent to me, OK?
But what if...
Everything's gonna be OK, Miranda.
Deputy said you needed to talk.
Ready to explain why you're making death threats?
(SIGHS) They weren't death threats.
Look - I'm gonna lay something on you, and you're not gonna believe me.
- Hm! I can't wait. - (SIGHS)
There's been a series of accidents
where people have died - only they're not accidents.
They're made to look that way so they fly under police radar.
And you know this how?
I see what's gonna happen in dreams before it goes down.
And I have a pet unicorn I bought on the planet Zorkcoin.
Told you you weren't gonna believe it!
You knew that on account of being psychic?
I had another dream, here, last night.
There was this kid that was in trouble, he was underwater,
like on that Nirvana album cover.
And there was a German shepherd!
Look, if you're not gonna do something about this,
I need to figure this out so I can do something about this,
but I can't do that in here!
Lucky for you, the woman you threatened scrammed out of town.
(UNLOCKS DOOR) No-one's around to press any charges.
I'm obliged to cut you loose.
I catch you stimulating your too-fertile imagination
with weed or whatever you're hopped up on...
..you'll be sitting down for a long time.
(CELL DOOR CLOSES)
Let's have a look under the hood.
Oh, yes. No scarring.
Good soft palate.
Hm!
Do you pee with excitement every time you marvel
at your genius with a scalpel?
I pride myself on my superior bladder control.
Someone's in a buoyant mood.
Roman called.
Judging from his tone,
which could only be described as verging on the desperate,
I think we may be coming to an understanding.
This is good news.
That he's calling a third party instead of his mother?
Well, given the historically rotten relationship
between you two, I'll take the win.
- What's this? - Nicked myself.
It will heal.
Well, you're overdue for lab work anyway.
I'll update you on my meeting with Roman.
(GASPS)
Guess what.
It's my parents'.
We can play a game.
(SIGHS) Are you gonna play?
- Where the fuck have you been? - It's a long story.
We were supposed to be at the lady lawyer's 15 minutes ago.
- What? -She worked out a plea to go over before we see Lynda.
- I need to make a call first. - Well, do it on the way.
- I'm out of juice. - Let's go!
(RINGING TONE)
I had another one. We need to put our heads together.
Call you later.
Let's fucking go.
New charges have been filed.
Your mother's alleged to have received stolen property -
a shipment of Christian Louboutin Palais Royal luxury shoes.
I wear the pair she gave me all the time.
She's being hit with 15 counts of grand larceny
and conspiracy to distribute stolen property.
It's nonsense!
Anything involving the rich and famous
is like catnip to a prosecutor with political ambitions.
- How is this Lynda's problem? - It just is.
- How big of a problem? - 10 years.
You told us you were gonna make this go away!
I told you I'd give your mother the best defence possible,
which I have, but these new charges...
10 years is totally fucking unacceptable!
- Peter! - What was the 20 grand for?
Mr Rumancek, I am exploring every remedy available, but...
I know a hustle when I see one. I'm a gypsy, for fuck's sakes.
And this is a low-rent, rat-shit hustle!
Jesus!
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
You have a two o'clock with the company photographer.
They need a portrait for the annual report.
Cancel.
The chamber of commerce - they want...
Not interested. Has Pryce called?
No. Should I try him?
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
She's come quite a long way since you saw her last.
But you probably don't remember.
Say hello to Prycilla, the first human being ever to be created
in an extrauterine environment.
But enough about me.
Let me introduce you to another of my creations -
one that will set you free once and for all.
The work product from a wide spectrum
of genetic experiments we've been conducting,
repurposed here as a nutrient concentrate
to satiate the upir appetite.
(GAGS)
Takes some getting used to, I know, but for your kind,
this is on a par with the development of agriculture
8,000 years ago.
A reliable supply of sustenance
that turned the hunter-gatherer into civilised man.
No more foraging in the night to ward off starvation.
No more preying on helpless victims, taking innocent life.
You've come home, Roman, and you have me to thank.
Drink.
Right now, you feel like Jesus' son.
No more, Roman. It's too soon!
(GRUNTS)
Your metabolism needs to adjust.
Alright. Another deep breath.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Good.
Yeah, the wife and I, we took a trip to Norway once,
and we were...you know, we're tooling around the fjords
in this rustbucket rental,
and, uh, you know, the tranny goes out.
Neither of us drive stick, which I'm sure was a contributing factor,
but there we are, you know, marooned in Trondheim, Norway.
Look at my nose.
Now, neither of us speaks Norwegian...
..which is not a crime, by the way.
Here, you can lean back.
But the Norwegians - oh, my Lord...
..took it as this personal affront.
That you didn't speak Norwegian?
Oh! Don't let the reindeer sweaters fool ya.
They are just a loathsome bunch, the Norwegians.
Never, ever go there.
Alright. Here we go!
Bottom line. Alright, young lady.
You are a perfectly healthy 21-year-old female
unremarkable for any pathology or illness, alright?
I'm not saying you're not remarkable. OK?
It's just doctor speak for 'you ain't sick', OK?
Thank you, Pearl.
Hey, I bet you the guy who ran you off the road's a New Yorker.
Tend to drive through here like a bat out of hell.
So how come I'm lactating for no known reason?
Well, there's your answer - no known reason.
Lactation is a physiological response to a whole complex of stimuli.
There's emotional, there's hormonal, there's environmental, there's, uh...
You know, etc, etc. My guess?
It probably has to do with this infant you've been hanging around.
Without ever being pregnant?
Yeah. It's not common, but it's not unheard of.
It's called pseudocyesis - the body acts like it's pregnant when it's not.
(LAUGHS) It's surprising, sure.
You know, it's inconvenient, sure, but...
- Yeah. - Yeah. No cause for alarm.
- You don't have to worry. - OK.
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do, though.
I'm gonna give you an analgesic for your stiff neck from the car crash,
and a calcium supplement.
I have some samples around here someplace.
So you're staying with Roman Godfrey?
- Um, yeah. Temporarily. - Ah!
I haven't seen Roman since he was, like, uh...
..had his chicken pox, whenever that was.
- How's he doing? - Oh, he's good, I guess.
- I just met him the other day. - He's a good boy.
Tries to do the right thing, you know.
But...given his family history...
Oh, good heavens!
He doesn't really talk about that stuff.
Could you blame him for that?
- Alright, there you go. - Thanks.
Mrs Blaylock is on line one.
Oh, brother!
Hello, Mrs Blaylock. How are you?
Oh, that good, huh? Hey, I wanna see you in two weeks.
If you need anything in the meantime, you can just give me a call, OK?
Yes, I'm right here, Mrs Blaylock.
(WHISPERS) Psst. Any time. Call me day or night.
Well, that would rule out appendicitis, Mrs Blaylock,
'cause you need an appendix.
(BELL RINGS)
DESTINY: There's no excuse for what you did.
Frieda What-the-Fuck's-Her-Name stole our money.
You broke her stuff, for Christ's sake.
I told you this would happen on account of...
This has nothing to do with the moon. I'm fine!
I have every reason to be pissed at that shyster.
You are not fine. You're turning into a total basket case.
Disappearing to God knows where, losing your cool all the time...
My mom's rotting away in prison.
Did you do it again?
- What? - Turn.
No.
Look me in the eye.
I have not turned.
And you haven't been fooling with those dreams?
On my gypsy's honour.
(SCOFFS) That's what worries me.
When we go in there, we need to accentuate the positive.
There's no point sugar-coating this, D.
It's just another Rumancek getting totally fucked!
She hears doom and gloom coming from her only son,
you're gonna destroy whatever hope she has.
(CHUCKLES) You oughta see what the other three chicks look like.
Um...we just came from the lady lawyer's.
She says there's plenty of reason for optimism.
Right. Uh, something about improper warrants or something.
Thinks there's a good chance we can get a lot of these charges tossed out.
Next time she's in front of the judge,
she's gonna kick ass and take names, OK?
OK. Don't you kids worry about me.
The good news is, I'm being transferred.
- Transferred where? - Who knows?
But the food has got to be better than here.
No glum faces. This too shall pass.
- It didn't go as well as hoped. - He resisted?
Quite the opposite. He showed no restraint whatsoever.
Oh, dear. He had an uncle like that. Never knew when to stop.
Well, now Roman wants nothing to do with any of it at all.
About becoming upir - it can be quite disorienting at first.
I'm worried about the damage he could do in the short term -
exposing the lab, shutting down my research.
Don't overreact, Johann - if you recall,
I was quite a handful when I first began the treatments.
I have the results of your blood tests.
These anomalies you've been exhibiting lately -
normal human emotion, the diminishing rate of healing
consistent with a non-upir metabolism...
Hate it.
There are specific changes taking place in your bloodstream
I'd not noticed before.
I measured your telomeres
as a baseline for my research
prior to Roman's attack, then again today.
They've shortened much faster than anticipated.
Jesus, Johann, get to the point!
You're ageing at an accelerated rate.
Clearly, one of your lab retards made a mistake.
I double-checked the results myself.
How long does this condition last?
We're in uncharted territory.
There's no clinical data for the effects of upir neurotoxin on another upir.
Are you telling me I only have a couple of hundred years left?
More like a normal human lifespan.
Human lifespan is over like that. (SNAPS FINGERS)
Hardly worth going to the trouble of being born.
And it's also possible it could reverse itself.
Creeping mother of Christ.
No, it's Roman who should be concerned about his longevity
if he disrupts my Ouroboros research.
I need to help him get his footing in this new chapter of his life.
Even after what he did to you?
He and the baby are all I have left.
Compassion doesn't suit you, Olivia.
I miss that venomous disposition and that heart the size of a caraway seed.
Well, despite what she says, our marriage is not boring.
I'm not boring.
I do lots of exciting things - crosswords, archery...
It's your wife you need to convince, not me.
I hold the record in western Pennsylvania for constructing
37 ships in bottles in a 1-year period.
I mean, if that isn't not boring, I don't know what is.
Another thing she doesn't give me enough credit for
is pitching in around the house.
Last night, I made dinner.
Meatloaf and gravy with peas and mashed potatoes.
I thought about making baked potatoes, then I changed my mind and went...
SHELLEY: Dear Uncle Norman, I'm OK.
But there are so many reasons why I can't accept your kind offer of help.
You have already done so much.
Not believing all the terrible things they say about me
committing all those awful crimes.
You have stood by me through all of it.
That's what gives me the strength to go on.
Helping me any more would only get you in trouble.
Goodbye, Uncle Norman.
Whatever happens, I will always love you. Shelley.
PATIENT: I mean, let me tell you,
that is the pot calling the kettle beige.
Mmm!
Don't!
Not unless you want your brains dripping out of your ears.
Those are my 'shrooms.
- Uh, it's for a good cause. - (CHUCKLES)
(OPENS BOTTLE)
Hi. Hey.
(CHUCKLES)
Thanks.
DESTINY: Hand me that spray bottle.
So who are you trying to assassinate?
I'm not an assassin. I'm a freedom fighter.
OFFICER: Take a seat on the right. Spread your feet.
Have a nice ride.
Man, we gotta get this van washed.
Tree sap or some shit all over it.
Mm-hm.
How long's the trip to the next squirrel cage?
Three and a half hours. And no potty stops.
You won't mind driving back with the windows down, then, huh?
You know Miss Piece of Shit back there
assaulted one of our colleagues yesterday?
- Well, that's not right. - No, it's not right.
But she'll have many, many years to reflect on her poor behaviour.
Your boy had it coming. He tried to cop a feel.
Now, if I'm not mistaken, we were just verbally assaulted
while performing our duties as correctional officers.
Requiring us to report the incident to our watch commander when we arrive.
No wonder your hands are sticky, the way you two jerk each other off.
OFFICER: Hot in here all of a sudden.
What the hell?!
- Uh... - What the fuck?!
- What? - What the fuck?
What's going on, man?
- What are you guys doing? - (PANICKED WHIMPERING)
Hello?
Hang on, Lynda. We'll have you out of there in a second.
Do not touch the doorhandles.
I repeat, do not touch the doorhandles.
- I love you guys! - (GROANS) OK.
Plane ticket to Bucharest and a Romanian passport
hot off the presses courtesy of...
Andreas Vasilescu, at your service.
Joe's funeral?
Now the fortunate boyfriend of my darling Creamsicle.
That'd be me.
And may I say what an honour it is
to meet the loins of Rumancek from which Peter sprung.
Is this what I think it was?
Grandma Lumilda's psychoactive gypsy brain fog,
absorbed transdermally through the hands.
- Poor bastards! - Alright, come on.
You've got a plane to catch.
PRYCE: There are specific changes taking place in your blood cells.
You are ageing at an accelerated rate.
Like a normal human lifespan.
(CLOCK TICKS)
OLIVIA: I am not sitting around waiting for death to find me.
(DARK ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS)
A shot of tequila. Top shelf, please.
MAN: Now let's welcome our first brave soul.
(SINGS BADLY) ♪ Beautiful dreamer
♪ Wake unto me
♪ Starlight and dewdrops
♪ Are waiting for me... ♪
(CONTINUES SINGING INDISTINCTLY)
The gentleman would like you to join him at his table for bottle service.
Thank the gentleman and his bottle service,
but I'm waiting for a friend.
OK.
♪ Beautiful dreamer
♪ Awake unto me. ♪
- MC: Thank you very much. - (CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
Ladies and gentlemen, we have a spot open for karaoke.
Any takers?
We have an open spot. Any takers?
There are very few things in life I haven't done.
This is one of them.
(MELLOW POP MUSIC PLAYS)
(SINGS) ♪ Creature with the atom brain
♪ Why is he acting so strange?
♪ Do you think he's one of them?
♪ He threw the doll right down
♪ Ripped its guts off
♪ And threw it on the ground
♪ Creature with the atom brain
♪ Why is he acting so strange? ♪
LETICIA: The first break we've had since you've hired me.
Yeah - she's been out there, hunted like an animal, for seven months,
surviving God knows how.
Now all we have to do is convince her to turn herself in.
You do not want to catch an aiding-and-abetting beef.
You know, at least if she's in custody, Shelley will be safe.
Is there, uh, anything new on Marie?
I spoke to the sheriff, did some poking around in his background,
just 'cause I'm nosy, uh...
Michael Chasseur served in the 101st Airborne.
"Death from above." He must be a hard-ass.
He did three tours in Iraq.
He was recruited by the Army Rangers.
After that, it was a stint with Chicago PD Homicide.
He was involved in a questionable shooting.
IAD had put a righteous face to it.
Chasseur resigned from under a cloud.
Landed him in Hemlock Grove.
- He give you anything? - Nada.
Searched his place, canvassed the neighbours.
You know, Marie's not so reckless,
she's just gonna take off without telling anyone.
I've done enough rooting around this place looking for Shelley
to know that whatever Marie's situation is, it isn't benign.
Seven girls were murdered.
Yeah, which my niece had nothing to do with.
And a second one just went missing. They're all related.
The question is how.
Chasseur interviewed your girlfriend.
Yeah. Olivia told me.
She was the last person who saw her.
I've already been over this.
- I think you should put me in a room with her. - What for?
She's already told the guy everything that she knows.
Olivia has cooperated in every conceivable way.
I don't want her bothered any more than she already has been.
It's no accident that, you know, Marie,
she threatens to sue the White Tower and then she goes missing?
Maybe you should be looking into that.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(DEVICE BEEPS)
(BABY COOS)
You...are so beautiful.
(LOCK CLICKS)
Honey, I'm home.
How'd it go with the doctor?
Headline - "Turning into a Dairy Cow. Who Knows Why?
"While Completely Bizarre, Is Not Life-Threatening."
Didn't I tell you?
- Dr Spivak says hi, by the way. - Hm. Nice guy.
Yeah, and completely hilarious.
He said this is... mostly happening
on account of me being around the baby.
- You told him? - Yeah.
After I specifically told you not to?
Well, gee, in a conversation about mother's milk,
the subject of a baby just happened to come up.
- Imagine that. - Now somebody else knows.
And why is that such a big fucking deal?
Because it is. It's a big fucking deal, OK?
- Not like he'll tell anyone. - You don't know that!
There's a little thing called the Hippocratic oath.
"Thou shalt not run your mouth about your patient's business."
But nobody else.
Not a soul outside the walls of this house. Understand?
Jesus, Roman, I wish you could hear yourself.
You sound like some kind of paranoid loon.
There's a history of abuse in the baby's family.
I want to keep her as far away from that as I can.
I have to ask - is any of that even remotely true?
100%.
Her grandmother's dangerous.
And that's why you're keeping this...
..deep, dark baby secret?
Yeah.
Then why didn't you tell me, instead of having me
walk around on eggshells with no fucking clue?
It's really not fair.
You're right.
It's not fair.
Pretty selfish, actually.
Jeez, you look like the dog's dinner.
(LAUGHS) I haven't been feeling too good lately.
If you're coming down with something, don't give it to me.
I don't want the baby getting sick too.
Don't worry. It's not contagious.
What's wrong?
Are you OK?
So here's... Here's what's up with the baby.
It's mine.
It was an unplanned pregnancy. The mother died in childbirth.
I'm trying to be a father.
Obviously not a very good one, but...
No, but... You're there for her.
That's huge.
So this, um, crazy granny...
Is my mother.
Wow.
My daughter and I, we're... we're terrified of each other.
She starts screaming as soon as I get close to her.
So I panic and head for the hills. I don't know...
Things will settle down soon enough. It just...
It takes some time.
Look, I know you didn't sign up for any of this,
but you need to know how grateful I am.
We are.
I don't... I don't know what's going on.
I'm just dealing with what's being presented to me, is all.
I guess that's how the universe works.
Or doesn't work...
..'cause it's all just smashed to hell and we're just a couple of broken pieces
and none of this means anything.
Go take a look in your kid's eyes and tell me you still believe that.
Come here, ice man.
SONG: ♪ Hush, my darling
♪ Hear the sad songs of summer whispering
♪ All my sorrow
♪ Take to the sky upon their wing
♪ And, oh
♪ Oh-oh-oh
♪ What's left of me
♪ Is yours... ♪
If there's any place on earth that you can lay low
and never get caught, it's probably Romania.
Because nobody wants to go.
- Including me. - Actually, it's quite beautiful.
I don't mean to seem ungrateful for all you guys have done,
but I don't know anybody there.
It's not like I have any friends.
We have plenty of family there.
I barely speak the language, Peter.
- Am I never gonna see you again? - Of course.
Of course you're gonna see me again.
As a matter of fact, I'll have Andreas whip me up a new identity
and we'll start over together in Bucharest.
Your life is here, Peter.
My life is wherever I am. You taught me that.
I know, but people in Hemlock Grove, they need you.
- How do you know? - I'm not sure. It's just...
It's very important you stay. Mama has a feeling about this.
And I'm never wrong about these kind of things.
Be a good boy. Man. I mean man.
Drive up here wasn't too bad, but the wait at the border
getting through Customs was a nightmare.
No way are we going back home until I'm sure everything's OK.
I mean, Jack almost got run over by a truck.
Some sicko kid tells me it's not safe 'cause people are after me.
More than happy to spend a couple weeks up here with Mom,
watching hockey and eating poutines,
even though my thighs are gonna hate me, eh?
(LAUGHS)
He's upstairs having a bath.
(DOG BARKS)
MAN: Excuse me. Yeah, it's OK. Neighbourhood watch.
(DOOR BANGS)
MAN: Hello?
- MAN 2: Anyone down there? - Negative!
Lets go, let's go!
(PANTS)
So I met this guy at work. 40-ish, nerd cute.
Another refugee from the divorce wars.
Name's Jeremy. Capricorn. Loves all things 'Walking Dead'.
Asked me to smuggle Cuban cigars back to the States for him,
which I'm not going to do, because then he will smell like cigar smoke.
No, I haven't slept with him yet! I'm not a complete slut.
Jack? Jack?
Oh, God.
Oh, God, Jack.
Jack. (SOBS)
Jack.
Her GFRs are back to normal, and the creatine composition
indicates robust renal sufficiency.
Good - at this point, extraction is wholly dependent
on her monoclonal antibody development.
And now, on a more pressing matter,
I need the enzyme inhibitor I asked for posthaste.
I'm getting an anomalous molecular weight
in the purified polypeptide chain.
- So, what are you telling me? - The gel filtration of lysate...
No excuses. I want that inhibitor now.
- I need few days more. - Unacceptable!
I am not understanding the urgency of something
that has almost no practical application beyond killing host organism.
Why or how I choose to use that enzyme is of no concern of yours.
Yes, but it is matter of allocating resources.
Hear me...
..and hear me well,
you Bolshevik stool sample.
Unless you want to find yourself on trial in the Hague
for war crimes, like your asshole buddy Chemical Ali...
..get me my fucking enzyme.
How about we go raise a glass to new life in the old country?
Not really in a glass-raising mood.
- We did a good thing today. - Yeah, we did.
Good evening, Sheriff.
- Come down to the station. - Is there a problem?
That woman and kid you scared the crap out of in Greensburg.
Just got off the phone with the sheriff there.
She and her boy are dead.
Jesus. How?
She drowned the kid in the bathtub then jumped out a window 10 storeys up.
And I'm willing to bet there's a German shepherd in the mix somewhere.
Either you're part of a multinational gang of killers
with a field office in Toronto...
Or what? You actually did buy a unicorn on Zoiknoid?
Let's just say I'm not unfamiliar
with events and situations that are out of the ordinary.
(CLOCK TICKS)
(HEARTBEAT THUDS)
I couldn't sleep.
Yeah, well. You're creeping me out.
You shouldn't drink so much coffee.
I should probably feed the baby.
I can't believe I just said that.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(PANTS)
(DOOR THUDS)
Don't hurt me. Take whatever you want. Just don't hurt me.
Freezing. I'm fucking freezing!
Stop fighting, you know, when they understand it's OK to die.
- It's OK. Sayonara, life. - Roman...
I gotta live like this. They don't get to die.
- Making myself clear, Dr Pryce? - Absolutely clear.
Let's just take a moment and calm down...
Do not tell me to calm down! That great big fucking bird's coming.
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Pecking at my fucking guts.
Make it stop. It hurts so fucking bad.
- I'll make it stop, Roman. - Will you?
I'll do anything you want. Here. Keys to my car.
Take 'em. Take 'em! Take 'em!
The White Tower, it's yours.
I'll make it stop.
Thank you. Thank you. I don't want to be this thing.
I don't want to be hungry all the time!
No more whoop, whoop, whoop!
I have to warn you, what's on my mind has never been tried before.
It might not work.
Just no more whoop, whoop, whoop.
Please, no more.
(SOBS) Please. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore.
You're safe now.
- Don't let me be like her. - I'll take care of you.
Everything's going to be OK.
SONG: ♪ I ain't never loved no woman
♪ Loved The way I've loved you
♪ I ain't never had nobody
♪ To make me feel good the way you do
♪ I want to be your do-right man
♪ Ain't nobody
♪ Ain't nobody gonna make me
♪ Change my mind... ♪