Well, I can't thank you enough
for arranging this on such short notice.
At times like these,
we have to move quickly and stick together.
So true.
Well, I've climbed Mt Everest twice,
and that's not something one does on one's own.
Beating this disease is...
..it's an even taller mountain to climb.
Well, think of Godfrey as the Sherpa on whose back, um...
..Hillary...somebody rode to Everest's summit.
Huh.
Well, Sir Edmund didn't actually ride on Tenzing Norgay's back.
Well, however he got there, we'll be right there with you.
Right.
Norville Knox.
Godfrey's very own Tenha Norway.
Dr Johann Pryce, of course. I'm an aficionado of your work.
Your paper on glycosylated haemoglobin
led to some delicious advances by my own team.
It is an absolute honour to meet you, sir.
May I congratulate you
for having utterly transmogrified philanthropy
from a guilt-driven hobby of the privileged
to a dynamic and transformative tool
that, when systematically deployed
as you have done with such insight and discipline,
has activated and energised the scientific community
to levels of discovery and innovation
never thought possible.
Why don't you just blow the guy?
At least a dick in his obsequious little mouth
would shut him up.
What?
Well, I'm delighted that a man of your stature
is just looking into this wretched disease.
- Now, is Dr Pryce... - Upir? No.
Though the body count he's racked up
beats both of ours, combined.
In the name of science, of course.
Uh, may I?
Yes, please. By all means.
I'll ask you to keep the fawning to a minimum
when it's me in that body.
No. You're not planning... Him?
Handsome? Check. Upir? Check. Rich? Double check.
When you called, you said he was coming to help. I thought...
I was sitting next to him on his plane.
What else was I supposed to say?
If we wipe his brain, it'll destroy everything I believe in.
So it's a short list, then.
This man is responsible
for shaping the future of our civilisation
through his patronage to science.
And yet, somehow that future never seemed to include you.
No. I have access to the Godfrey funds.
The White Tower. I want for nothing.
Use your imagination.
His resources. His facilities.
They could all be ours.
Well, yours.
Or I'll just feast on him.
The scientific community
will crumble without his largesse,
I will die without a surrogate body,
and your demonic perversions masquerading as science
will be exposed for the whole world to see.
Impressive discovery, Pryce.
With our combined resources,
this thing doesn't stand a chance.
Quite so.
Uh. Ugh!
Jesus, Johann! Be a little more careful
with my new body, will you, please?
It's not yours. Not yet.
Certain threats were made
about sharing the fruits of my labour -
'atrocities' I believe you called them -
with the authorities.
I'm putting my life in your bloody little hands.
Some insurance is only prudent.
When I'm certain you've held up
your end of the bargain, I won't need leverage.
I'll perform the transfer.
You turn over whatever information you have.
Do we have a deal?
I need to hear you say the words.
Oh, for fuck's sake! You're such a suspicious little prick.
Yes, we have a deal.
This is your Destiny.
I already know why you're calling,
but if you're feeling redundant,
state your need after the beep.
Dee? Honey? I got us breakfast.
- She's not here. - Where is she?
She didn't come home last night.
I thought maybe she crashed at your place.
Well, she didn't.
Where could she be?
After all the lies you've been telling her,
maybe she's on a bender.
Destiny wouldn't do that.
And I came here to tell her the whole story.
Which version?
Bet your ass is covered,
no matter what crock of shit you and Baj are telling, anyway.
I'm here every morning,
and I watch her cry until there's nothing left.
I listen to her trying to figure out how her cousin
could break her heart like this.
I'm there for her.
And you?
Ride or die?
Go fuck yourself.
I can't go back in time.
I can only find her and make things better.
You want to know what Destiny was like before you showed up?
She was happy.
And all you found out about this cabin
is that it's not in Connecticut?
With Spivak's connection to Essex and Plum Island nearby,
it seemed reasonable to assume that...
Quit your yammering. You have nothing.
I do not have nothing.
I've a blinding headache and a fucking facial tic
from playing 'Where's Waldo' for the last 37 hours straight.
Do you think I give a fuck?
If you can't find this place,
I'll shitcan you myself and find someone who can.
You gonna kill me now?
I'm not a murderer.
Go on. Get it over with.
I'll make it easy for you.
I'm not a murderer.
You saw what happened.
She came in here shrieking at me
after I was almost gunned down.
Then she hit me.
And I shouldn't have hit her back,
but no way did I mean for...
- What about after that? - She was dying.
If Peter saw her like that,
it wouldn't have mattered if it was an accident or not.
He would have come after me until one of us was dead.
And he wouldn't have stopped with just me.
You were there, too.
I didn't have a choice.
You have to understand that.
I understand, Roman.
I do.
I didn't mean to hurt anyone.
But you did,
and you'll have to learn to live with that.
I took many lives when I was finding my way.
It wasn't until I turned my life over to the will of God
that I was able to accept myself...
..in spite of what I'd done.
Penance.
Atonement.
Forgiveness.
These aren't just words.
That shit doesn't work for me.
A fucking priest man told me so himself.
I don't know what this priest told you
or what you think you heard, but I do know this -
"There are many rooms in my father's house."
Room for me?
I'm 100% certain there's no room at the inn.
Fuck.
Remember what happens if he finds out.
To him. To you.
Destiny didn't come home last night. Is she here?
I haven't seen her since the funeral.
Please excuse me.
Sorry I have to leave so soon but I'm late for an appointment.
What about you? Did she reach out to you?
No, she didn't.
Destiny probably just needs some space after all this.
She'll turn up.
Come on, I got something to show you.
- This was in Trevor's head? - So was I.
I saw all of it. The cabin, Spivak, everything.
- This is big. - We're so close.
We should head over to the White Tower
and keep the pressure on them to find this place.
I can't do anything until I know where Destiny is.
I gotta say, I think you're overreacting.
This is the break we've been waiting for, Peter.
I'm not gonna be any use to us until I'm sure she's OK.
What happened to your hand?
The shooting in the boardroom. I told you.
Destiny's a grown-ass woman. What are you so worried about?
Everything.
I'm worried she went to the cops,
and they're keeping her on ice somewhere,
or Milan got to her,
and now Spivak's going around lighting up on people.
Who the fuck knows what happened to her?
She already went after Milan once.
If he gets a whiff that I do not have her under control,
she's gonna be fucked.
So if she's planning on taking another run at this prick...
Yeah. What am I supposed to do?
Ring his doorbell and say, "Hey, by the way,
"my cousin's gonna try and murder you again,
"in case you haven't taken her out already."
I have another approach.
Have as much as you want.
It's crabapple juice.
Supposed to be an anti-oxidant...
..which, I guess, is a good thing.
I wasn't snooping.
This palace is for the enjoyment of all who enter within.
Oh.
I was worried about you. Where have you been?
I needed a think, a deep one,
which I do best when I'm by my lonesome
and...when I have my thinking cube.
That's my re-imagining of a cultural icon.
Blue, symbolising, uh...
..blue.
What did you need to think about?
Butterflies.
Butterflies?
Hmm.
The monarch butterfly
congregates in May and during the warmer months
because of its fondness for milkweed.
I was thinking about hitting the road, getting a look-see.
Supposed to be a sight so beautiful it moved God
to invent the eyeball, so we could see it.
You're leaving?
I was hoping to change that to the first-person plural.
The two of us. Open road. Butterflies.
We could leave tonight.
I sense reluctance.
They treat me bad enough around here.
Why would it be different anywhere else?
I'm a big freak.
I believe it was Jimi Hendrix who urged us
to wave our freak flag high.
You, being taller than most,
are ideally suited to do just that.
It's time for you to get out there.
Go some of those places you've only read about.
I'd be honoured mightily
if you'd have me as your fellow traveller.
Big decision.
Yeah, as decisions go, probably.
Which will require a think...
..and this.
Olivia.
Olivia?
Congratulations. The transfer was a success.
Meet the new you.
Oh, my God.
I'm...
- I'm... - What is it?
Visual discrepancies? Blurred vision? Haloing?
I'm...I'm a fucking hunk.
I take that you mean your condition is satisfactory?
Oh.
Better than satisfactory.
I feel...I feel healthy.
Oh, it's been so long, I'd forgotten what it's like.
And my mind.
Mmm.
I've got my mind back.
Oh, that little bastard is finally gone.
What little bastard?
Never mind.
Oh.
Wow. This is what all the fuss is about?
I'm swinging one of these,
now I'm just plain better than every woman on the planet?
I could get used to this.
Ooh! Mmm. Ooh!
Mmm.
Sheesh.
Doesn't take much to get it excited.
You'll have the rest of your unnaturally long life
struggling to avoid all the trouble
your new friend gets you into.
But right now it's time to follow through on our deal.
You get rid of your leverage.
Then we get rid of the old you.
Snuffed out in our sleep after such a valiant struggle.
Sad.
No, but here you are, ready to carry the torch.
It's not a...death.
It's more like a rebirth.
Still, I'd like to do something for her.
Send her out on a high note.
And what exactly did you have in mind?
I need to take the new body out for a test drive
before you 86 the old one.
God knows she could use a lay.
Your narcissism truly knows no bounds.
After you've...finished,
I expect you to hold up your end of the bargain.
Yeah, sure. Fine. Whatever you want.
Then, by all means, Olivia...
..go fuck yourself.
Olivia.
Are you...
Are we...
Did it work?
Mommy, you have no idea.
Mmm!
Mmm. Mmm.
Ugh!
What? What?
However, comma, previous experiments have resulted
in spontaneous neural decompensation, comma,
possibly resulting in death, which would be...
..highly desirable and cause for celebration.
Don't listen to him. It is a blemish. That's all.
I'm not telling you anything we didn't already know.
I am not horrific!
OK! I overstated the case,
but, dear girl, you and I both know you're not well.
I warned you that this would happen.
Did you have a better idea to keep me alive? No.
Both of you, stop it.
Johann, she is bat-shit crazy.
'Crazy' is not a dispositive term, medically speaking.
She's arguing with an imaginary friend.
I'm pretty sure that qualifies as crazy pretty much everywhere.
I am still here, and you are gonna treat me with respect,
because without me, you would not be me!
Everybody pipe down!
Identity dissonance would not be an issue
if we'd got rid of the old anatomy, as I'd recommended.
Hmm. You're right.
We need to get rid of this thing, the sooner, the better.
Oh. First you want to fuck me,
and now you want to throw me away.
You really are the perfect male specimen.
Maybe next time you'll listen to Chango.
There is a reason I'm revered as a demigod.
Honey, look...
..this is what we wanted.
I mean, I'm healthy
for the first time in who knows how long.
And I can see, I can really see
what this disease has done to us.
Is it really that bad?
Can't you see that we just want what's best for you?
Do not patronise me.
Olivia, meet Olivia.
Hardnosing the highway?
Aitor's leaving town.
You're going with him, of course?
I'm thinking about it.
Dumpster-dived this.
Not sure I can fit everything in it, though.
Always better to pack light.
Not sure I want to go.
Finally have somewhere I belong.
I have friends.
You got to put your tag in different cities
if you want to be a legend.
- I don't want to be a legend. - You pretty much already are.
Girl falls down, next thing you know
she's got 2 million views.
How is that even possible?
Nacho tweeted the link to Snoop Dogg. Got his co-sign.
Another million hits, who knows?
He'll be rolling up here wanting to produce your shit.
What shit?
You put this place on the map.
So, why would I want to leave?
You got to take this energy that you got someplace new
and make your mark there.
And when you do, that place'll tag you right back.
- You feel me? - No.
I don't think I'm cut out for that kind of life.
You owe it to yourself to find out.
Damn. Still missing something.
Butterflies.
That's real spit.
I have run every test,
checked for cerebral ischemia
by monitoring microcirculatory blood flow,
NAHD fluorescence.
Do you ever wonder if he just makes this shit up?
Will you close your yap? I'll handle him.
You asked me a question. I answer it.
You tell me to close my yap.
I don't care what your tests say.
Something's not right with him.
I know firsthand how disconcerting it can be
to take a cold, hard look at one's self,
and you, of all people...
It's a living nightmare. Trust me.
But the fact is, this was a successful transfer.
You want me to believe that thing has all my thoughts,
all my memories, everything that makes me me?
Unfortunately for him, yes.
But, Olivia, we've been through this.
Oh, she understands perfectly well how this works.
The old anatomy is just getting cold feet.
I am not letting you get rid of me
until I know for sure that me is the real me.
- You want to test me? - Sure.
OK.
Take your best shot.
Ask him what our first leading role was.
What was our first leading role?
- Lady Macbeth. - Easy.
The real you would know how you got the role.
That's right.
And how did we get that role?
Fucked the producer every Sunday
after the matinee for the run of the show.
And he would weep every time he orgasmed.
Mm. Detail I'd just as soon forget.
Oh, Chango must be throwing a holy shit fit
about this transfer business,
'cause he needs to find another idiot's imagination
to become a figment of.
Is that proof enough for you?
If she wants to stick around, who cares?
Just let her suffer and die a horrible death
while I'm living large
and getting more ass than a toilet seat.
There! I would never say something that vile.
You're just jealous because you know it's true.
I'm hitting my stride,
and you haven't walked into a room and turned heads
since the Volstead Act was repealed.
- You conceited bastard! - Hey, hey! Enough, enough!
Enough, enough, enough.
Nobody is going anywhere,
as long as this sword of Damocles
is hanging over my head.
Well, I'll make the call for you and end this little blackmail.
I know everything she knows.
The individual entrusted with chapter and verse
of his many crimes against humanity
answers only to Olivia Godfrey.
Mm-hm. - The real Olivia Godfrey.
Mm.
Olivia, if you want to stick around
and watch nature run its course, I can't stop you,
but there's something I think you'd like to see.
Really, Johann? More rat porn?
What you're about to see is a test subject
in the advanced stages of the disease, much like yourself.
And he kills all of his friends. I know.
Now, this one goes a step farther.
After rewiring the brain of the host
to prey upon its own species,
the disease triggers a complete self-cannibalisation.
All part of Spivak's plan, no doubt,
to eradicate the entire upir species.
In a few days, or maybe a few hours,
this will be you.
This is what I'm trying to spare you from.
The transfer worked. Your legacy is secure.
Don't you want to go out
in a manner of your own choosing?
This is not gonna happen to me.
It can't.
Olivia, have the good sense to know when you've won.
We're looking for Destiny.
Fuck!
You have no idea the shit rain you cockroaches walked into.
Your entire bloodlines - Rumancek, Godfrey -
are about to become extinct.
Yeah, I know who you are.
He thinks he knows who we are.
- Funny, huh? - Mm.
Are you ready to take us seriously now?
God, our father,
your power brings us to birth.
Your providence guides our lives.
And by your command, we return to dust.
Lord...
..those who die still live in your presence.
Their lives change, but do not end.
You're welcome to stay as long as you like.
That's what the Lord's house is for.
Is there anything I can do to help?
You can pray for me, Father.
What...
..what the fuck are you?
You tell us everything we need to know
and you'll never have to find out.
I never saw your cousin...
..but I can help you find her.
What? Putting up flyers?
I'll call Luka.
He's the guy I had watching her
ever since she tried to stick a knife in me.
You keep tabs on your enemies if you want to survive.
He makes one phone call, his crew's gonna swarm on us.
I could have took out your whole fucking organisation
for what Andreas did,
but you convinced me to listen to reason.
Don't throw that away on account of something
I had nothing to do with!
He's lying. He's lying.
We don't know that.
I offered to help, not get myself killed.
If I get the slightest itch that you're lying...
I'm not. - ..or you try to bolt...
You're gonna call your guy and if she doesn't turn up...
So make this call count.
Hey, Peter, is this Andreas' watch?
You said it was a Panerai.
When I find Destiny, I'm gonna make sure that she gets this.
I'll set you up with a slow morphine drip
until you fall asleep,
and then I will gradually increase the dosage
to make your transition as peaceful as possible.
That doesn't sound too unpleasant.
Well, if sudden cardiac arrest from drug overdose
is your thing.
Everything that I said before...
You know us.
We speak without thinking how our words affect those
that we care about the most.
But from where I stand, I see a very brave woman,
and I will do my best to live up to our legacy.
Lies.
What else is he gonna say?
"Don't let the door hit you in the ass
"on your way to eternal nothingness"?
Just try to relax.
You'll be dead soon.
Johann...
..I know we've had our differences,
but I want you to know...
..you've always been a worthy adversary.
Pass me the phone.
There's a scientist I have to rescue
from a certain sword of Damocles.
Do not do this. With Knox's money, maybe we can find a cure.
The time for bargaining has passed,
along with anger and denial.
All that's left now is acceptance.
Wasn't much to it.
I just left a packet with a lawyer,
along with instructions to leak it to the press,
if he didn't hear from me every other day.
- Skip Osaka. Put me through. - I'm afraid he's busy.
I don't care if he's busy.
- It's Olivia Godfrey. - Can you please hold?
I'm on hold.
You're as good as your word, Olivia.
I'll never forget it.
He says as he jizzes his pants, because he's free at last.
Do you remember what Father told us
after the peasant uprising in Moldova?
He said...he said...
..he said the pie hole is for unloading.
And unloading... Mac-nam!
Like the Andalusian girls.
Ms Godfrey. Dr Pryce.
The specimen... I was...
Something is...
Something is wrong here, Johann.
Like the thunder said, someone else is in here.
Happening to me?
Ugh!
What the fuck is going on here, Johann?
Olivia...
This was your play all along.
Get me out of the picture, knowing full well
that gash man over here would spaz out,
leaving you the cock of the walk.
I...I knew there'd be risks.
There are always risks, but the odds...
Kill, kill, kill!
I thought you two being upirs,
the genetic material would be more than a match...
Remember this?
I'm gonna finish the job this time.
You kill me, there'll be no-one to keep you
from devouring yourself, like that rat.
Gagging on your own intestines.
- Chewing on your own shit. - Ew.
You said something about this match not being close enough.
Anything that significantly diverges
from your genomic synthesis will end up exactly like that.
It's just a matter of time.
You have to admit, it was a good plan.
When we're on the same side, we're unstoppable,
so finding a candidate
closer to my genomic synthesis,
are we talking family members?
Well, I would have to analyse the nucleotide sequencing.
Get to work, and don't fuck this up.
What about him?
Waste not, want not.
Well, then.
I'll leave you to it.
Alright, enough. We need him alive.
Enough.
Ugh!
Destiny was here.
Where is she now?
I never saw her.
Then why did you have her ring?
This has been in our family for generations.
What would I want with a stone that small? Hmm?
I couldn't fence it if I wanted to.
A trophy, like Andreas' watch.
Maybe somebody doesn't want us truce-ing.
They're framing me. Pitting us against each other.
And who'd want to do that?
Fucking rivals. The Italians.
- Chinatown boys. The Mexicans. - Oh, sure.
Yeah, blame it on the Mexicans.
You?
You were over looking at my stuff when that ring appeared.
- What are you trying to say? - Fuck this! Fuck!
He could be telling the truth.
I mean, if he's being set up, she could still be alive.
He was having her followed.
Your grandmother's ring was in his dressing room.
We got to face the facts here.
Destiny's not coming back.
We don't know that.
I mean, she could have...
She could have... She could...
She could...
Oh.
I'll find out what he did with her.
No more. No more!
I can't! I can't.
We know what you did. You don't want to cop to it? That's fine.
I'm finishing it right now.
Let's see what your errand boy Luka knows.
No-one followed her.
You say you always keep tabs on your enemies.
Huh?
Either you were lying then, or you're lying now.
Which one is it?
I read somewhere that a broken femur
is the most painful injury the human body can experience.
It was a fucking... it was a fucking trap.
Yeah?
I didn't do anything to that chick.
You know how many enemies I have, hmm?
Destiny, she never even rated.
Fuck!
Where is she?
Jesus. Fuck.
Fuck. OK!
I'll tell you.
She...she came...
..she came looking for revenge
for what we did to her man, just like you said,
and I put her on a plane out of the country.
Just like we did with that whore who was fucking Andreas.
She...she knew that it was catch a flight or a bullet.
I didn't do anything to her.
I swear.
You're lying.
Uncle Johann.
Shelley, you have become such a celebrity.
Well, what are you doing here?
I'm afraid it's not a social call.
It's...about your mother.
Is she OK? Roman told me she's sick.
She is not at all well.
If you see her coming, I need you to call me immediately,
and promise to get as far away as you can, no matter what.
Oh, my God.
Is she gonna be OK?
She's receiving state-of-the-art medical attention,
which I'm overseeing personally.
Then she's in good hands.
The best.
Can you keep a secret?
I'm leaving Hemlock Grove tonight.
This time tomorrow, I'll be up in Maine chasing butterflies.
I don't think it's safe for you to be travelling all alone.
Can you keep another secret?
Sometimes I fear that's all I'm good at.
I have a boyfriend.
Now that you're here, I'll introduce you.
I already know you'll get along. Aitor gets along with everybody.
You are truly full of surprises.
I am...so happy for you, Shelley.
Truly happy.
Can I share a secret of my own?
Do tell.
I've been seeing someone myself.
What's he like?
It feels...
I don't know how to describe it.
Like you can be your ideal self
because that's what he sees when he looks at you.
What am I going to do without you?
Write...
..every day.
Well...
Well, where is your special someone?
I can't wait to meet him.
I almost believed him.
He was a good liar, but he got what he deserved.
Still, Destiny's dead because of me.
Edge Cliff Woods.
Told me his guys were gonna bury us there.
I swear I didn't make him up.
No, I don't think Aitor Quantic
is something anybody could make up.
There he is.
- Story time. - You're gonna love this.
This is a story about a man and three wishes.
There's no genie, but there is a bottle,
because our man was a drinking man.
Yeah.
And one night, he found himself
face to face with one of his darkest fears.
This particular bottle
that had given him so much joy and pleasure was empty.
In fact, there wasn't a drop left in the whole house.
And no money to buy more.
That's when he made his first wish.
He summoned all the powers from realms seen and unseen
and wished for another bottle.
Yeah.
- Alright. - Yeah.
And when he opened his eyes, he saw all the empty bottles
lying around and realised his wish had been granted.
He could take 'em to the store, collect the deposit money,
and buy more booze.
So he jumped in his truck.
He hauled ass out of there,
but he didn't check the rear-view as he backed up.
So he didn't see what made the loud and terrible thunk
he heard when the truck rolled over it.
Made his second wish.
Summoned those powers, from realms seen and unseen.
"Please, please, please, don't let it be the neighbour's dog."
And lo and behold, his wish was granted.
It wasn't the neighbour's dog.
It was an old man, just walking by.
The cause of death, tyre tracks on or about the head.
I went to jail for vehicular homicide.
I did my time, but when I was released,
I thought I knew more than the authorities,
so I skipped out on parole.
I was still suffering from that disease of self
that got me drinking in the first place.
I've been a fugitive ever since.
Now, this former drinking man,
this me...
..made a third wish.
I wished for something so rare, so impossible,
the odds of me finding it were due south of none...
..all the powers from realms seen and unseen notwithstanding.
I wished for a soul mate.
And a woman so rare,
so beautiful and unique came unto me...
..causing me to say, "What's up?"
I, uh...asked her to come away with me.
To run away would be more accurate,
'cause I can't stay here.
I'm afraid of being caught for what I did.
That's my disease of self rearing its ugly head
because...because what I was really asking her to do
was hide herself from the world.
She's already done enough hiding.
It wouldn't be fair.
I wish things could be different...
..but I'm all out of wishes.
So, with this siren song as my swan song...
..I bid you all adieu.
We should get out of here.
Don't go! I love you.
Stay where you are!
Please, do not run! I repeat, do not run!
What? It's late.
- Uh, Roman Godfrey? - Who is this?
Yeah, hi. This is Detective Israel.
I'm hoping you can help me
with an ongoing homicide investigation.
I'm following up on a lead
regarding the murder of Merrill Samis and his family.
They were found frozen to death in South Erie last week.
I don't even know who that is.
If this is some kind of a prank call, I'm not in the mood.
"Helmet smorgasbord."
Does that mean anything to you?
Mr Samis texted that to your phone the day he died.
Where'd you say you were calling from?
South Erie.
Blinsky!
I wasn't sleeping.
You weren't answering your phone, either.
Erie. Erie, Pennsylvania.
That's where we need to be looking.
Put it in the fucking computer!
Even with a zipcode this would take a while.
We got him. We fucking got him!
I'm looking for some protection.
Oh, we're fresh out of condoms.
Try holding an aspirin between your knees.
I live alone, and there have been some break-ins
in my neighbourhood.
Say no more.
Just so happens we're having
a 'World's Gone to Shit' special this week.
For the ladies, the Taurus.45/.41.
Great conceal and carry.
The Smith & Wesson M&P22.
And the Sig Sauer P226.
All available in breast-cancer pink.
Mm.
I was thinking more along the lines of a Desert Eagle.
Recoil on a weapon like that'll land you
on your pretty little bubble butt back in last Tuesday.
You guys didn't think my pretty little bubble butt
was so helpless when we were dropped in the LZ,
to patch up Chosen Company, 2nd Battalion,
after the Battle of Wanat.
"God's own angels," I think the GIs called us.
Sorry about the jokes.
It's alright.
Nothing I haven't heard before.
Need some hollow points.
125 grain. Jacketed.
Jesus. What kind of burglars are we talking about here?
The kind you drop fast, and they don't get up.
♪ That girl sweet as the cane in the Malibu rum
♪ With a mouth full of smiles like 12 million suns
♪ But go messin' with her, son, she'll put you in check
♪ With your ass in the air and a boot on your neck
♪ Rebel Breezy ain't scared She just throwing it down
♪ So you best come correct or get run out of town
♪ 'Cause she swung like a G
♪ On you and your set
♪ Over, under don't matter
♪ 'Cause you lost the bet
♪ She planks so good She planks so hard
♪ Gotta plank like her or we both go cold
♪ We be plankin' too... ♪