('LACRIMOSA' FROM MOZART'S 'REQUIEM MASS IN D MINOR' PLAYS)
I have a hunger that just won't quit.
And, baby,
I'm the chef in your kitchen that's gonna keep feeding you
and feeding you and feeding you...
Whoa, slow down.
- Mmm. - Stop.
Yo, stop!
Listen. Hey. You need to stop!
You are killing yourself. Stop!
(GASPS)
Remember the rats?
What's happening to me?
End stage, baby.
Vous is through.
Unless we can get you into a host body pronto.
But I need a genetic match.
- The question's who. - Well, only got two choices.
Annie's got the better ass,
and an accent that would give a dead pope a hard-on.
But, since we talking 'bout you, not me,
you should probably go with Roman.
What you think?
You're telling me to murder my son?
This is not a moral dilemma.
This is survival, your life or his.
What's the question?
I need to get ready.
Bip, bip, bip.
(THEME MUSIC)
(SIGHS) It should only take a couple hours
to get to Pecksville.
What's the plan once we get there?
That's the plan?
Roman, we're not going pheasant hunting.
That thing had a 30-foot wingspan.
You got a better one? I'm all over it.
Pryce is trying to come up with a magic bullet or some shit,
but who the fuck knows?
She was so cold when I found her.
So pale, like it wasn't even her.
Just dumped her in a hole like she was a piece of garbage.
I-I know you well enough to know that...
..you're gonna beat yourself up for this, no matter what.
Sooner or later, you're gonna have to...
..find a way to live with the choice that you made.
Now, you can take comfort
that the cocksucker who did this to her
isn't breathing anymore.
You made him pay for what he did,
and that's a good thing.
When we get back here,
we'll find a proper place for her, OK?
Lay her to rest with the dignity
and the respect that she deserves.
Yeah.
But right now, Peter, I need you to help me.
Miranda and Nadia still need you.
CHANGO: Ooh!
Looks like Elvis has left the building.
Oh, mother-fucker!
No reason to go all ipso-nutso.
When that little prick gets back,
you'll have the element of surprise working for you.
Dig?
Mm.
OLIVIA: Hm.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
(LOUDER KNOCKING)
(DOORKNOB RATTLES)
(SIGHS)
- (HORN HONKS) - MAN: Hey!
- (HORN HONKS) - MAN 2: Get off the road, creep!
SHELLEY: Stop.
MAN 2: What the hell are you doing?
- (HORN HONKS) - SHELLEY: Move it. Move it.
- MAN 3: Get out of the way! - (HORN HONKS)
MAN 3: What's the matter with you?
- SHELLEY: Move along. Hold on. - (SIREN WAILS)
SHELLEY: Keep it moving.
Nothing to worry about, officers. I got this covered.
Not only have I found something
that gives my life meaning and purpose,
but I finally have the perfect use for these. (GIGGLES)
(PHONE RINGS)
Hi.
Of course we're still on for tonight.
I'll meet you at the restaurant.
Parsifal it is.
OK.
'Bye.
Anything?
(SIGHS)
I've tried everything from polonium 210 to anthrax.
Spivak's cells neutralise any reagent I introduce.
- It's like they're indestructible. -Nonsense!
Natural selection is incapable of providing perfect protection
from all pathogens.
When evolution enhances a particular attribute
to maximise survival,
it creates a weakness somewhere else.
We just have to find it. Keep looking.
- OK. - (PHONE RINGS)
Yes.
When?
Admit her immediately. I'll be right there.
- (MAN GRUNTS) - (GLASS BREAKS)
(MAN GRUNTS AND WHIMPERS)
(GRUNTING CONTINUES)
(WHIMPERS)
Bip, bip, bip.
What happened to lying in wait
to achieve the element of surprise?
I'm more concerned about the element of death.
Yours, if we gotta wait around on Roman too much longer.
- Next on the list? - Annie?
You're never gonna find her in time.
I'm fucked.
There is a plan B.
Someone who, while not upir, is a genetic match nonetheless.
Shelley? No fucking way!
Well then, decisions, decisions.
You want to be embalmed or cremated?
It's the only option you got.
Trading a diseased body for a grotesque one?
She got a man hittin' that trim.
- That's more than you can say. - No!
It's only temporary!
You use her anatomy to get close to Annie or Roman,
then you muscle Pryce to upgrade you
into one of your A-list kids.
But I have no idea where Shelley is either.
Well, your daughter is having a major sad right now,
thanks to you.
Cops put the kibosh on chez shit-hole where she was living.
Her pervo BF is in the wind.
Roman's too self-involved to give a shit about her.
Who's the one person Shelley would turn to
in her time of need?
- (DOOR OPENS) - PRYCE: Room service.
Voila!
Butternut squash and Brussels sprouts with a balsamic glaze.
One of your favourites, if I'm not mistaken.
I'm not hungry.
The good news is your heart rate is back to normal.
You scared the hell out of me.
Sorry.
Shelley, this is not something to be taken lightly.
Why on earth would you do such a thing?
I just wanted to make the hurt stop.
Numbing the pain does not address what causes it.
I don't belong here.
There's no place for me in this world.
No, that's not true.
You went out on your own and found a tribe.
I saw how those people looked up to you.
Your strength, your sweetness, made their lives better.
You allowed yourself to fall in love, to be vulnerable.
It has taken me half a lifetime to find the fortitude
to do something like that.
It takes a brave person to go all in with their heart
like you have done.
Most people are too timid
to allow themselves to feel anything.
- (DOOR OPENS) - I envy them.
- Sir, may I speak to you? - Not now.
I've found something.
My apologies.
A very pressing matter requires my immediate attention.
I will be back as soon as I can.
- Give me your phone. - Hm?
Just give it to me.
Synced to GPS
so we can find each other if we get separated.
How about we make sure that doesn't happen?
(RATTLES DOORKNOB)
ROMAN: Ouroboros.
It has something to do with whatever Spivak is.
It represents the end of the world.
Well, at least we know we're in the right place.
I'll check the back.
(DOOR CREAKS)
Jesus fucking Christ!
Back room's clear.
Shit.
Why am I getting the feeling this is not a wine cellar?
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
Oh, fuck.
Ugh!
Jesus. I think that's his nurse.
PETER: What the fuck did he do to her?
Nothing.
Well, if they're not here, they might still be alive.
Yeah, and we're right back to where we fucking started.
(PHONE RINGS)
- PRYCE: Roman. - What do you got?
- Upir toxin. - Meaning what?
Well, I've always wondered why your kind
developed this physiological characteristic.
It has little effect on human prey
and only negative consequences on other upir.
Peter's here. I'm putting you on speaker.
Spivak is a sulfur-based life form.
Upir toxin has an extremely high concentration of nitrogen oxide.
It would only take a minute amount
to cause an extremely robust reaction
should the two substances come into contact.
This toxin is your evolutionary advantage
over a competing species,
the reason you were able to wipe them out.
We need to extract it from the glands in your mouth.
- I can just bite him. - You could.
However, judging from his research
into estuarial breeding,
you'll probably be running into more than just Spivak.
There's more of him?
My guess is there soon will be.
Given he's the male of his species,
as far as I can determine,
he would need female ova to fertilise.
The most plentiful and resilient are found in infants.
Nadia.
That's why he took her.
That would be a logical assumption.
Roman, I need you to get back to the lab immediately.
I can perform the procedure and start stockpiling an arsenal.
We don't have time. We need to keep looking.
There is another way,
but you would need access to medical supplies.
That's not gonna be a problem.
Let's just hope Mr Rumancek has a steady hand
and can follow instructions.
This is a bad idea.
No argument from me.
Well, it's not ideal, but here we are.
OK. I guess, open.
Wider.
Now, I need you to insert the needle into the soft tissue
just to the right of the uvula.
What the hell is that?
The projection on the posterior edge of the soft palate.
Can you speak normally, please?
It looks like a speed bag at a boxing gym.
Oh, that thing. You should have just said that.
PRYCE: Now slide it in a quarter of an inch.
Any more and you'll puncture the Eustachian.
What happens if I do that?
Roman will be permanently deaf.
Great. Just fucking do it.
Hold still.
PRYCE: You should feel a slight pop
when you puncture the glandular sac.
Oh, shit.
- Did you feel it? - I don't know.
Pull back on the plunger. If it's yellow, we're good.
If it's red, I'll start preparations
to fit Roman for a hearing aid.
- Oh, you're not fucking helping! - ROMAN: Ugh.
ROMAN: Ugh.
- You OK? - Fan-fucking-tastic.
Well done!
(SLOSHING)
Something's in there.
I gotta call you back.
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(GASPS)
Miranda.
Oh, fuck.
Bad things happen to the people that mean most to us.
You ever wonder why that is?
So what are we supposed to do? Just leave her here like this?
There's nothing we can do for her.
Right now,
finding Nadia's the only thing that matters.
(SQUELCHING)
PETER: What the fuck is that?!
Careful.
Eugh!
Fuck off.
There.
It's a passageway. Come on.
(SQUEAKING)
Sulfur.
Whoa, whoa.
Let's see if Pryce was right.
(SCREECHING)
That'll work.
OLIVIA: Hello, sweetheart.
SHELLEY: Did you come to gloat?
- Of course not. - Then why are you here?
Because you're my daughter,
and it breaks my heart to see you suffer.
People are cruel, Shelley.
I tried to warn you.
All I wanted to do was keep you from getting hurt.
But I couldn't.
I failed.
You were right about me, Mother.
I do feel too much.
Shelley.
I'll always be there for you.
Right now, I need you to be there for me.
PETER: Where do you think this is taking us?
ROMAN: Nowhere. It's a fucking dead end.
- PETER: Wait! There's a hatch. - ROMAN: Let's go.
- Hey, Roman. - What?
In case this goes wrong, there's something I need to say.
Everything that's happened...
..you've always been there for me.
You've had my back.
Thank you.
We're family.
In regard to the upir toxin,
comma,
Blinsky, comma,
a competent but lesser intellect, comma,
was able to successfully divine its efficacy, semicolon,
a fact which a second-rate mind
will mis-characterise as incontrovertible proof
of his genius, comma,
a tautology which already sickens me, full stop.
For someone darkening death's door, you're looking buoyant.
Shall I assume you've achieved that elusive peace
that passeth understanding?
Assume whatever you like.
The sky is blue, the cows are smiling,
and I've found a solution to my problem.
It's a temporary fix, but we can work out the kinks later.
One mustn't abandon hope,
but we mustn't be blinded by self-delusion either.
You can come in now, dear.
Even for you, this is beyond twisted.
You really have lost touch
if you think I would countenance this for a second.
Well, then you have to re-acquaint yourself
with the patient bill of rights,
which obliges you to provide any and all requested care
in a timely fashion
when the integrity of my health and body is threatened,
doing so with courtesy and respect...
God damn you, Olivia!
Unleash whatever hell you want, you rancid bitch.
Expose my work, throw me into prison,
burn this place to the ground, but I will never agree to this!
Oh, Johann, such a flair for the dramatic.
You really should have been an actor.
You would have done quite well.
How dare you force your daughter.
Force? I'm not forcing her into anything.
It's what she wants. Isn't that right, dear?
(DULLY) 100%.
Shelley, how could you agree to that?
She's my mother. She's dying.
And she said you could put me up in the cloud
so I could rest, so I wouldn't have to feel miserable.
It'll be like a digital vacation,
giving you all the time you need
to cook up another one of those beings in the tank.
It would take years to create another Prycilla.
It might not even be possible.
And the full effects of long-term consciousness storage
are unknown.
Your mind stream might lose bits of data, be corrupted.
Whole parts of your personality could degrade
or be lost altogether.
I don't care. I want to go away.
It's too hard trying to be me. What for?
A question that has been asked since the dawn of time,
but you won't find the answer this way.
I don't care about the answer.
For all I know, the answer is the booby prize.
I'm sorry. I will not.
You have no idea what you're asking me to do.
I'm asking my friend
to make the pain stop,
and if you won't, I'll find another way.
Ask Dr No if he really wants that on his head.
I'm not saying a word. She's doing just fine on her own.
Like you haven't been fanning the flames.
It's what I want.
Please, Uncle Johann.
I'll need to remap your neural pathways first.
He even thinks about fucking with you,
you rip his trachea out.
He cares about her too much.
Listen, Olivia doesn't care about you. She is using you.
If you could see who she really is, what she's done...
- It doesn't matter. - What's taking so long?
Charting a neural network
isn't a slapdash proposition, Olivia.
I don't recall it being this complicated
when you uploaded my consciousness.
Shelley's mind is a good deal more intricate than your own.
- Little bitch. - I'm almost ready.
OLIVIA: It took me 20 years
to realise how much I wanted your heart.
Now it's mine.
- Uncle Norman. - Turn it off.
Turn it off now, or I'll end your miserable fucking life!
- No! - Ugh!
You killed him!
Shelley, no, I...
It's... It's fake.
Something he created on his computer.
You know I could never do something like that.
He's trying to turn you against me.
Stop lying to me. All you ever do is lie!
How does it feel to not be able to breathe?
Now you know how I've felt my entire life because of you!
- Shelley, please! - I hate you!
(OLIVIA CHOKES AND GASPS)
But I'm not like you.
I may look like one, but you've always been the real monster.
Remove Mrs Godfrey from the premises.
And you'd better make sure
this is the last time I see her in this building again.
You're done, you little shit-stain!
It's all gonna come crashing down!
(MAN CRIES OUT)
ROMAN: Over here. It's coming from here.
MAN: Arggh!
PETER: Shit, what the hell is going on?
ROMAN: Nothing good.
Hey.
- Ugh! - Hey. We're here to help, OK?
We're gonna help you.
- Come on. - Arggh!
Pull him out, you'll rip his skin off.
(MAN WHIMPERS)
The thing that brought you here, where is he?
(SOBS)
We're gonna try to get you out of here.
I can't go. Mustn't go.
He keeps me alive for them.
I am f-food.
Did he have a baby with him?
Egg baby. Eve. Gone now.
So many. All swimming.
- Where is she? - Poor Eve!
He wants his rib back.
I am real big now.
It hurts so bad!
Tell me where the fuck she is!
Adam! With Adam. Eve's with Adam.
Gave her the apple. She's mother.
I am having the babies.
I am food for them.
Eve is food for Adam.
Sausage.
Ugh! Ugh!
Ugh!
Arggh!
SPIVAK: Ah, the miracle of birth.
Is there anything more beautiful? Hello, boys!
Persistent little buggers, aren't you? Good for you!
Good for you!
It's Peter, right?
I don't think we've been properly introduced.
Government's name is Arnold Spivak. You can call me, uh...
Oh, it doesn't matter. (CHUCKLES)
Miranda spoke very highly of you.
Both of you, actually.
no matter how hard I prodded her - and boy, did I -
I could never get her to pick a favourite between you two.
So, I would love
to introduce you to the family.
Roman, alright, couldn't have done this without you.
Well, more specifically, you know,
you and that Godfrey blood line of yours.
Holy mackinaw.
All its beautiful mutations.
You know, 2,000 years of nurturing.
I gave it some tweaks along the way, but finally a miracle.
Letha. It was you.
- You made her pregnant. - Well, listen.
I may have wings, but I'm no angel, alright?
But I would have enjoyed...
Where's Nadia?
Such wonder.
Such magnificence all around you as the life force is reborn
to restore order and maintenance,
rescue our fair sister Earth from a thug species
that beats, plunders, slashes, and ass-rapes her daily.
You're beholding that which will return her
to her pristine fecundity,
and all you can think to say is, "Where's Nadia?"
Answer the fucking question.
This is the new Eden.
I'm the new Adam, calling his people back from the dead.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Today's an official holiday.
She'll be transmuted into flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood.
She's being prepared for the feast. I'm gonna eat.
Enough! Tell me where she is.
You'll be gone soon.
Wolven too.
Humans belong to us.
No more competing for food.
Tell me.
Or what?
We'll kill them all.
ROMAN: Do it!
No! No!
(ALARM BEEPS)
Don't fucking move!
What did you do with her?
You dim-witted fruit bat.
You've got no idea what I've had to endure.
(GUN CLICKS)
(CLOTHES RIP)
(GRUNTS)
(GUNSHOT)
(SPIVAK YELLS)
(INFANT COOS)
(GIGGLES)
Oh, you're safe. You're safe.
I've missed you so much.
PETER: Come on. Let's get out of here.
(OVERTURE TO 'PARSIFAL' BY RICHARD WAGNER PLAYS)
Mm-hm.
Dr Pryce?
PRYCE: If I came barging into your bedroom,
all moist and beady-eyed,
while you were begging for sexual favours from Mrs Blinsky,
would you consider yourself ill-used?
- I'm sorry, sir, but... - I think you would.
And you'd be perfectly justified in feeling that way,
as I do now.
There's a disturbance in the lobby.
Then call security.
It's the Greek gentleman
you performed the transfer experiment on.
He's having a medical emergency
and refuses to see anyone but you.
I wasn't sure how you wanted to handle it.
Delicately.
- I can have him removed. - No.
No. Bring him down to the lab.
I'll be right there.
- RANDOLPH: Hi. - I'm running a little bit late.
Would you hate me if I asked you to meet me here?
I guess that would be OK.
I can give you the tour. I think you'll be very impressed.
Sounds great, Johann.
- You're a darling! - 'Bye.
And these voices you're hearing, what are they saying to you?
(ACCENTED ENGLISH) Not many voices. Just one.
Then pain in head starts.
Everything turn black.
When I wake, I know awful things I have done
I will find.
What kind of things?
Last night, I find cat
nailed to table in kitchen.
Head is cut off. Stomach open.
All insides in jars.
I can't believe.
I think, "Who has done such evil?"
Then I find blood on my shirt, and I know.
(SOBS)
What is broken with me?
Whatever it is, I'm going to fix it.
You have my word.
Oh! Oh!
Ugh!
(IN PRYCE'S VOICE) Impostor.
You prance around my laboratory, pretending to be me.
You're a spy. Admit it.
I need you to calm down, Johann.
You're experiencing neural pathway dysphoria.
Tell me who you're working for.
The synaptic pairings are degenerating.
We can control it with serotonin, but I need you...
Where did this Gustav tell you to make the drop?
He's working for the Chinese, no doubt.
Johann, you need to listen to me very carefully.
I need you to concentrate. Our consciousness is...
BOTH: Corrupted.
In order to prevent it from decompensating further,
a cranial implant...
Don't think I don't know what you're doing.
You want me dead so you take credit for my work.
Steal the glory for yourself for accomplishments
your second-rate mind could never conceive of.
Commodum ex injuria sua nemo habere debet.
- (GRUNTS) - Ugh!
No-one should have advantage from his own wrong.
Ugh! (WHIMPERS)
Ugh!
Uncle Johann?
(HALF-LAUGHS)
Oh, my.
Help! We need help!
Dr Blinsky!
Someone, please!
Anybody. Please. How do I make it stop?
The location of the wound... (GROANS)
The blood flow, the abdominal aorta...
(LAUGHS)
- There's nothing to be done. - No. Uncle Johann...
It's alright, sweetheart.
It's alright.
There's got to be something. Tell me what to do.
A small favour.
(WHISPERS INAUDIBLY)
(GROANS)
Uh.
It's...
..so...
(SHELLEY SOBS)
(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS)
(GUN CLICKS)
Could you let Johann Pryce know that Randolph is here?
Please have a seat.
(SHELLEY WHISPERS INAUDIBLY)
I have a BA in child studies
and a master's in family counselling.
- Impressive. - Inevitable, really.
Dad left right after I was born, Mom worked three jobs
and I raised two brothers.
I love kids,
and they always say you should do what you love,
so this is what I do.
To be very clear, um, discretion is a primary concern.
I'm happy to sign a confidentiality agreement.
I worked as a nanny for some extremely high-profile people,
so I know the drill.
Alright then. When can you start?
You tell me.
I'll have a room ready for you this afternoon.
- 4:00? - Sounds good.
I'll see you then.
- Thank you, Mr Godfrey. - Roman.
- 'Bye for now. - 'Bye.
Is her job looking after Nadia or breastfeeding you?
I just want what's best for the kid. She has a master's degree.
- How is Nadia? - She's still sleeping.
I'll feed her when she wakes up.
Are you sure you want to bring another stranger
into this house?
We're not gonna be able to keep our eyes on her 24/7, Peter.
What are we supposed to do now?
Just move on like nothing happened?
A lot of unimaginable, awful shit went down,
but it's where it belongs, in the past.
Yeah, well, if you find the reset button
that turns off the pain, let me know where it is.
(NADIA COOS AND GIGGLES)
Peter.
I thought you left town.
I needed to speak to you first.
Because you deserve to know the truth.
Whatever went down between you and Roman isn't my business.
He killed your cousin.
What?
Destiny came to the house, looking for you.
She was very upset.
Started saying a lot of shit,
accusing him of being involved in her fiancé's death,
and it got out of control.
He hit her.
She fell and cracked her head.
It was bad, but she was still alive.
But he knew you'd never forgive him, so...
He broke her neck
and buried her in the woods
to make the whole thing just go away.
Why would you tell me that?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Because that's what happened.
I don't know what your sick fucking agenda is,
but I know who killed Destiny, and he's been dealt with.
Then whatever revenge you took was on the wrong person.
You're lying.
How would I know you handed over Andreas to prevent a gang war?
How would I know that Destiny was suspicious of the 911 call?
You were fucking Roman, and he was running his mouth...
How would I know about the cross on Destiny's forehead?
Tell me, Peter.
Because I watched him kill her,
and I made that cross with Destiny's blood...
..because there was nothing I could do to stop him.
And he made me promise never to tell you.
I didn't want to believe he was capable of such cruelty,
but that's who Roman Godfrey is.
He destroys every life he touches.
I can't allow him to go on doing that.
What are you gonna do about it?
- Kill him. - (SIGHS)
No, you can't do that.
Atonement comes in all shapes and sizes.
No.
It should be me. I'm his friend.
I'll do it. He won't see it coming.
Then you're going to need these.
The bullets are tipped with heparin.
Two shots to the head will put him down long enough
to finish him off.
What's the knife for?
You have to cut out his heart.
That's the only way to make certain an upir dies.
There's a Gypsy camp in Munhall.
Tell them I sent you.
Take Nadia.
You two will be safe there.
- (COOS) - I'll call you when it's done.
(PHONE BEEPS)
(UNEASY MUSIC)
(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)
How do I know you're not a cop?
(ZIPPER UNZIPS)
I can work with that.
I don't kiss.
Save that for another girl.
(GRUNTS AND GASPS)
(BODY THUDS)
(GUN COCKS)
- (PETER FIRES) - (ROMAN GRUNTS)
(GUN CLICKS)
How did you find out?
It was Annie, wasn't it?
Fuck you.
(PETE GROANS SOFTLY)
(WEEPS)
(GOL NA DTRÍ MHUIRE BY OWEN & MOLEY Ó SÚILLEABHÁIN)