(BAGPIPER PLAYS 'AMAZING GRACE')
(EXOTIC DRUMMING)
SHELLEY: We held the service at sunset just as you requested.
It was syncretic,
combining the best of everything,
just like you, Uncle Johann.
I loved the monks and the bells.
I've never seen so many lotus blossoms in one place.
It was beautiful.
One of these days, I'd like to arrange
a ceremony like yours for Uncle Norman too.
I know you and he didn't always see eye to eye,
but you were both like fathers to me.
Maybe you can be friends in heaven, if that exists.
I love you, dear Uncle Johann,
for showing me what love looks like.
Now I see it at work in the world...everywhere.
I already miss you so much.
I know that you uploaded your consciousness into the cloud
and this email's going up there too.
So maybe my cloud will touch your cloud one day
and you'll read this.
Goodbye, Uncle Johann.
(THEME MUSIC)
- (ORCHESTRA TUNES) - MAN: Places, everyone.
Why aren't you in costume?
OLIVIA: I'm not in this production.
Paprika's in this first scene.
Paprika? What... what play is this?
I'm counting you down.
Five, four, three...
(CLICKS)
Miss Godfrey, that was your cue.
(TREMBLES) But I don't even know how I got here.
Line!
Paprika -"Well, all fanny and no fact, as usual.
"I suppose Guntar should tell Uncle Isenglass
"about the poultry accident."
The audience is waiting.
(CLICKS)
Will you stop that?
CHANGO: You've been standing there making scary faces
and mumbling for the last five minutes.
Since when is it against the law to daydream?
I don't think that's what the doctors call it, honey.
Time's wasting. We gotta get your new body.
- Bip, bip, bip. - But I'm getting better.
The borax and green tea paste is curing me.
It's medically proven to reverse melanoma.
I...read it somewhere.
Yeah, you look fantastic.
Mmm, those horrible blue lines are getting fainter every day.
Oops!
Bip, bip, bip!
You know what would look great on you?
Your big wide-brim hat and some Jackie O sunglasses.
Oh, good idea.
I should avoid the sun anyway, especially while I'm healing.
(MAN WHEEZES AND GROANS)
We've been trying to reach you.
I need Pryce. Get Pryce.
It just didn't seem like the sort
of thing one leaves on voicemail.
I've been shot, you fucking idiot. Get me Pryce!
(GROANS)
Dr Pryce is dead.
What?
It happened last night.
- How? - Um...
One of his patients had a psychotic break
and went...berserk,
stabbed him, uh...
..severed the abdominal aorta
and he was, um, gone in a few minutes.
This is fucking not...
This is not happening!
(GROANS)
Wait. Who did this to you?
It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.
Just stop... just stop the bleeding.
No vital organs hit, but there's a lot of blood.
(ROMAN LAUGHS)
(METAL CLATTERS)
- (BOOTS THUD) - (ROMAN GASPS)
(GROANS) Fucker!
BLINSKY: OK.
(ROMAN GRUNTS)
Ohh! (EXHALES HEAVILY)
- Ohh... - Press down.
Arggh! The fuck?
Protamine sulfate. Intrajugular clotting agent.
Hold still.
(GROANS)
(INHALES SHARPLY)
Ohh... (LAUGHS)
- Hey, Nacho. - Big sister plankin'.
(CHUCKLES)
- Sorry I bailed. - You don't gotta apologise.
Everybody bailed on account of the 5-0.
- How you doin'? - Doin'.
- You? - Trying to get paid.
Aluminum's 50 cents a pound. Copper's four times that.
- Could you... - What about everybody else?
Everybody else found another hole.
Good people, free food... It was too good to last.
I guess so.
You hear from anybody else?
I'm sorry, Shell-bell.
Guys like Aitor, they don't look back.
So what you trying to get into next?
I...
..I don't know.
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
(LOCK CLICKS AND BUZZES)
- Morning. - Should I go pick up the baby?
She's not here?
Peter took her to the park yesterday.
I...I assumed he had her for the night.
- You didn't think to call me? - I...
Shut the fuck up.
(EXHALES)
Fuck...
(MOBILE PHONE CLICKS)
(PHONE TRILLS)
(PHONE BEEPS)
(CROSSING SIGNAL DINGS)
(EXHALES)
(ENGINE REVS)
(EERIE MUSIC)
(THUNDER CRACKS)
(INHALES SHARPLY)
DESTINY: Now you know how it feels.
If you were just straight with me,
none of this would've happened.
You were really fucking stupid, Peter, but what's done is done.
I'm dead. (CHUCKLES)
And you're as good as.
I'm not even supposed to be talking to you
until it's official, but with Roman running around
killing all these people for no good reason,
you don't really want him
walking away large and in charge, hmm?
- (MURMURS) - No. I didn't think so.
But you're running out of oxygen, so...
Cuz, if you want this to end differently,
you better pray for a miracle or dig like a motherfucker.
(SCRAPING)
(GRUNTS)
(WOLF SNARLS)
(WOLVES WHIMPER)
(WOLF SNIFFS)
(GROWLS LOWLY)
(INHALES)
(MOANS LOWLY)
(CROW CAWS IN DISTANCE)
(WINCES)
(GROANS)
Ohh...
(LOCK CLICKS AND BUZZES)
- Hello, Mom. - (GASPS)
I knew you were here the second I walked in.
(SNIFFS DEEPLY) It's the smell.
You smell like a corpse.
- (GRUNTS) - (CLATTERING)
It hurts, right? The tumour's wrapped around your optic nerve.
(WHISTLES) Come on. Over here. Come on.
- (GRUNTS) - (CHUCKLES)
- Ohh! - (LAUGHS)
Arggh! Ohh!
(WEEPS)
Roman, please help me.
With what? Feeding on me?
Commandeering my body?
Yeah, your good pal Pryce filled me in before he carked.
I'm dying.
I...I can't think straight.
That's why I need your help.
Why would I ever help you?
(WEEPING) Because you love me.
Despite everything...
..there was a time when we were close.
'Were'. You took care of that.
You're becoming more like me,
every moment, in everything you do.
Surely you understand why I am the way I am.
I mean, I'm just not someone who can give up.
Maybe we're both creatures of absolute will.
You can will all you want.
You're already dead
and I'm looking forward to the part
where you shut the fuck up permanently.
Help me get Annie.
And I'll just go away. I'll never bother you again.
Whatever you want.
The only problem with that is that you aren't dead.
(SCREAMS)
I made you what you are. I taught you how to survive.
That's why I don't need you anymore.
No, don't. You'll always need me.
Yeah? I'm stronger than you ever were.
No...
- ROMAN: It's time to go. - No.
Your time is up.
(OLIVIA SOBS)
OLIVIA: I'm not supposed to be here.
I don't know what to say.
(AUDIENCE MURMURS)
Line?
(SCATTERED LAUGHTER)
MAN: Boo!
- (LAUGHTER GROWS) - Hell is murky.
Fie, my lord, fie!
A soldier and afeard?
What need we fear who knows it
when none can call our power to account.
(LAUGHTER CONTINUES)
Yet...who would...
MAN: Speak up, darling! (LAUGHS)
WOMAN: I tell ya, if I had a tomato...
- Who... - (LAUGHTER CONTINUES)
Line.
Line!
What is my fucking line?!
(SCREAMS)
Ohh! (WEEPS)
(LOCK CLICKS)
(SOBS)
What am I supposed to do? Give up?
Don't talk nonsense.
(EERIE MUSIC BOX TUNE)
(INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY)
(CAR ENGINE RUMBLES)
(GENTLE GUITAR MUSIC PLAYS SOFTLY)
- Hey. - She's been an angel.
I fed and changed her. Put her down about an hour ago.
Thanks.
And we have a visitor.
(SIGHS)
- (INHALES SHARPLY) - Sorry.
- It has to be tight. - Mmm.
You're lucky you're alive.
Let's not tempt fate. Come on. I'll drive you to the hospital.
No. There's too many people asking too many questions.
It's better to stay off the grid.
You don't have to be doing any of this.
I didn't do enough when it really counted.
If I had, none of this would be happening.
You didn't know what Roman was capable of.
Neither did I.
You did what you could to stop him.
Let me help.
- We'll go after him together. - No, this isn't your fight.
The only way to bring Roman down is for me to turn.
So you'll wait a month,
give you a chance to get your strength back.
Turning against the moon exposes you to enormous risk.
You've turned against the moon before.
This time, there is no coming back.
You're not the first of your kind I've run across.
Look what he's done in three days.
Give him a month, it'll be hell on earth.
Promise me you'll wait...
(BABY BURBLES)
..for her sake.
PETER: I'm not in peak form anyway.
I can take care of her.
You need to concentrate on getting well.
You'll call me when it's over and I'll bring her back to you.
ANNIE: Where did that come from?
My end of a business deal I'd just as soon forget.
You two need it more than I do.
PETER: I travel light.
(DOOR SHUTS)
(TENSE MUSIC)
COMPUTERISED VOICE: You have three new messages.
OLIVIA: Hello, Annie, dear. It's your mother.
We haven't talked in a while - my fault.
I've been under the weather. I...I'd love to see you.
Please come by. I miss you.
COMPUTERISED VOICE: Next message.
OLIVIA: Me again. I'm calling to see if you got my message.
I'm around all day.
COMPUTERISED VOICE: Next message.
OLIVIA: Are you coming by?
(FEARSOME MUSIC)
(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)
(PHONE BEEPS)
ROMAN: This you?
PETER: Yeah.
(ROMAN CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
You sound pretty chipper for a dead guy.
PETER: Sorry to ruin your day.
Maybe next time, you'll remember to cut off my head.
ROMAN: Who says there has to be a next time?
You were the one who shot me, remember?
I was just defending myself so I could go home to Nadia.
So Daddy could kiss her goodnight
reeking of blood and cheap perfume
from the dead hooker you left in the alley?
You can hate me all you want, but you need to ask yourself
what's in everyone's best interests moving forward.
You and me and Annie - we all did fucked-up shit.
But if we keep this going, we're gonna do worse shit.
That's hard to believe. You set the bar pretty high.
No more killing, Peter.
All you gotta do is give me my daughter back
and we'll go our separate ways, I promise.
Nadia would be better off dead than living with you.
She's my daughter, Peter!
She's Letha's daughter.
I'm trying to give you a way out of this.
There is no way out.
You murdered Destiny. I can't let you walk away from that.
You couldn't have bought Andreas a bus ticket out of town?
You had no other choice than to rat him out?
Andreas had to die.
ROMAN: Only Destiny tried to put it all on me at the end
'cause she wouldn't... she couldn't believe
that you were too gutless to admit what you did,
that you were that weak, that you were that pathetic!
Everything that you hate about Olivia,
that's what you've become.
Norman didn't even want to admit that you were his son.
And...and Annie, who you just fucked a couple times,
she wants you dead.
I just came late to the party.
And the model fucking family you come from.
I mean, your mother couldn't keep a roof over her head
that wasn't attached with a guard tower.
And Destiny, she rafted up with this fucking lowlife
who caused this whole thing to happen.
All I did was try to keep you from not going down too.
I never meant for any of this to happen.
But when Nadia grows up...
..and she finds out what you really are, she will hate you.
Last chance, Peter.
(SNIFFLES) Give me my kid back
or I'm gonna come after you with all I got.
Come the next full moon, there will be blood.
I'm gonna rip out your fucking heart.
Yeah.
(PHONE BEEPS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
You have company.
- May we come in? - Of course.
SHELLEY: This is a nice surprise.
Who is the little one?
Nadia. She's your niece.
My niece?
- (BURBLES) - SHELLEY: You didn't mention...
What happened? It looks like there was a war downstairs.
Police invasion. Apparently, it's a crime to be homeless.
And where did everybody go?
Somewhere else.
Did you come to keep Aunt Shelley company?
Little kids usually scream and run the other way
when they see me coming.
She knows you're family.
- How? - She just knows.
Lucky for her, there's no family resemblance.
ANNIE: Um... Listen. I need a favour.
Sure.
Could you watch Nadia for an hour or so?
ROMAN: Apologies for the close quarters.
The boardroom is still a work in progress after the shoot-out.
Regarding that matter, there's going to be
an incident report on your desk Monday morning.
I don't have to read a report. I was there.
What I need is for you to make sure it doesn't happen again.
We've also reviewed our protocols after Pryce's murder.
The assailant was unarmed and cleared security...
Save it.
We have an urgent matter that needs your full attention.
This is Nadia - the work product of Pryce's research
into extra-uterine life, the first marketable prototype.
She was stolen from our facility by this woman
who orchestrated Pryce's murder
as a diversionary tactic to make the grab.
We were not aware this prototype was on-site.
You don't have the clearance.
She goes by the name of Annie Archambeau - probably an alias.
She's an international intelligence operative
up for auction.
Find the kid and terminate the operative.
What you're asking us to do, sir,
doesn't really fit our job description.
We're responsible for building security, not something like...
Do I look like a complete fucking idiot to you?
No, sir.
I must look like one because you seem to think
I don't have the faintest fucking idea who I'm talking to.
Most of you were recruited out of black ops
to be Pryce's personal, highly paid mischief and mayhem crew.
But you're working for me now and you have your assignments.
(TAPS SCREEN) OK?
Now please leave me the fuck alone.
Oh, it's unlocked.
Oh, there you are. Come in. Come in.
I got your messages.
OLIVIA: Oh, I was afraid you'd forgotten about us.
We're so happy you're here.
Happy? Baby, we're fucking ecstatic.
- I just came in my pants. - Go away.
Um...you said you're not feeling well.
I picked up whatever's going around. I'll be fine.
I've been meaning to come by.
There's something I've been wanting to ask...
I really do have to apologise for our last visit.
I was so mad at Norman for fucking you.
- Norman? - Roman, your brother.
I was so busy pissing acid on that little shit,
I didn't give a moment's thought to the fact
that you're probably terribly uncomfortable with the whole...
Whatever it was.
She means she's sorry.
That's OK.
The first time I came here, I lied to you.
- I never met Dimitri. - Oh, snap! Here we go.
Lucky you.
I said that because I wanted to see how you'd react.
Did I pass?
When I was old enough to travel on my own,
I went looking for him.
He'd been killed some years before.
They found his body in the village square.
Things had been done to him, mutilation and such.
Oh, such an idyllic place,
the old country, from the outside,
but underneath...oof!
I remember you telling me
how you'd been planning to run off together.
He went to the next village to steal a horse
and you never heard from him again.
Well, I guess now we know why.
He'd been mutilated and left in the centre of town.
Everyone knew about it.
Oh, it was just so long ago.
You were carrying his child, your lover disappears.
They find a boy the same age, body parts all over the place.
You didn't put it together?
What's your point?
"Men leave. That's what they do."
Isn't that what you told me?
I don't think men leave you.
I think you prey on them.
Men are a cheap and easy source of protein
and they do leave.
When I found out that's what Dimitri was planning,
I certainly wasn't gonna let him do that to my unborn child.
(SCOFFS)
You're nothing if not selfless, Olivia.
In retrospect, I'm certain I did us both a favour.
Oh, um...
I...I've really enjoyed our time together, however brief,
but, with regret, I must do what needs to be done.
Ugh!
(ANNIE GROANS)
(EXHALES) Good to be home.
(INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY)
Ooh!
ROMAN: You know what I like about this place?
WOMAN: It's spacious?
It's mine.
(NADIA BURBLES)
(READS) "Remove diaper from wrapping. Unvelcro tabs."
- Um... - (NADIA BABBLES)
AITOR: The Inuit put layers of moss tucked inside sealskin.
They created the most technologically advanced
diaper of its day.
It was both absorbent and waterproof.
I see you got yourself a baby since I saw you last.
Things happen fast around here.
Who is that little person?
Her name is Nadia.
- Nadia? - My niece.
Back in Elizabethan times,
they didn't change diapers but once a week.
I often wondered if that's what
kicked off the age of exploration -
travelling across oceans to distant lands
to escape the aroma of young families -
because the history of toileting's pretty much
the history of everything when you get right down to it.
For a smart guy who knows a whole lot about a whole lot,
you're pretty dumb sometimes.
I reached that same conclusion around Bald Knob, Arkansas.
So you're aware that it seems to be easier
for you to stand up in front of 100 people
and open a vein than it is to talk to me?
I am aware.
And it occurred to me
that telling the truth to entertain an audience
isn't anywhere near the same
as telling the truth 'cause it's the truth.
It's probably a good deal less honest.
That is my strong sense.
So is there anything I should know or that you want to tell me
or do I need to go round up a few dozen more people?
No. No, that's it.
You know everything about me. You've seen me at my worst.
Before I have to leave to explore distant lands,
we gotta figure out how to change this baby's diaper.
Let me show you.
It's very simple.
Stretchy part goes in the back. This goes in the front.
Connect the tabs.
- Connect the tabs. - Mm-hm.
MAN: Ma'am, this is a secure floor.
And this is a Godfrey family member who's fallen gravely ill.
Dr Pryce is expecting us.
Ma'am, Dr Pryce is dead.
Well, I'll speak to Dr Blinsky, then.
Ms Godfrey, you need to step out of the elevator.
Please.
- Ms Godfrey... - Bip, bip, bip!
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
(STAMMERS) You just killed that guard!
Time for you to do that consciousness
transfer la-di-da you do so well.
BLINSKY: Who is she?
The perfect fit,
though I never imagined myself as a size two.
I'd throw a hump into that.
Are you crazy?
Fucking bat-shit meshuga,
as my African demigod associate can certainly vouch for.
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Ooh, and he gives good head.
Mrs Godfrey, you are obviously extremely ill.
See, he's not buying the green tea or borax either.
You won't be able to walk out of here.
There will be an army of cops looking for you.
No, no, no. I'm not walking out of here. She is.
My crimes will die with me, but I did not shoot the deputy.
I'm not doing this.
You are not of sound mind or body and this...
..this person is being coerced.
- (ANNIE GROANS) - Dr Blinsky.
This is best for all concerned.
Annie will get to be with her departed family
at Six Flags over Jesus,
I will be the very best size two I can be
and you will have the satisfaction
of restoring everyone to wholeness.
I mean, isn't that what doctors do after all?
You'll have to kill me first.
I thought you'd say something annoying like that.
That would leave little Auden Blinsky without her daddy.
Pretentious name, by the way.
No, no.
Her dance class at the community centre lets out in...
..ooh, one hour.
Poor little thing is gonna miss Christmas. Oh, well.
Don't even...don't even talk like that. You wouldn't.
Oh, the girls look so cute
getting ready for spring recital.
Just do what she says. You don't have a choice.
Oh, my God...
(BIRDS CHIRP)
(SOLEMN MUSIC)
I'm going to sedate you. You won't feel a thing.
Isn't this the way it should be,
children being sacrificed for their parent?
CHANGO: I'm pretty sure it's the other way around.
Look straight ahead.
(WHISPERS) I'm going to unlock you.
Run to the module. I'll be right behind you.
We'll lock ourselves in.
I'm gonna do a quick neurological exam.
Pryce never did anything like that.
Yeah, well, Pryce... Pryce is dead.
- (TUNING FORK RINGS) - Did I know that?
- I think you did. - Well, hurry up.
I feel death's clammy fingers wrapping around my mortal coil.
Tell me when you can't hear this anymore.
(RINGING CONTINUES)
Key West this, Key West that...
A town full of drunks getting skin cancer.
I knew Hemingway personally -
dull as dirt until Papa got six daiquiris in him.
Not great shakes in the sack -
short and clipped, like his sentences.
I thought the cats were a cute touch.
He would have made a great Santa Claus.
Ohh...
(COUNTS SILENTLY)
Ugh! (GRUNTS)
What is it with you and putting people in this thing?
- Open it up. - I can't!
Open it up or I'll use your spine to pry it open.
OK, OK! I programmed a manual override.
Ohh...
- I am so sorry. I tried. - Bip!
Just a minute.
(MOUTHS WORDS)
(AIR HISSES)
- What is she doing? - I don't know.
- Open the fucking door! - I'm trying to!
It's hard to type with blood on my hands!
OLIVIA: Open the fucking door now!
OLIVIA: What are you doing?
My prayer was that you know faith and the love of God.
No matter.
The grace of the Lord will find you
and transform you into everything you're not -
perfect, whole and complete.
Adieu, Maman.
(OLIVIA GASPS) Open it up!
Open it up! No! No!
(SCREAMS)
No! No! No!
No!
(SCREAMING FADES)
What are you reading?
Your reviews.
(SIGHS) How much do they hate me?
Hate you? They adore you.
But I couldn't remember my lines.
Oh, well, people are always more forgiving
than you ever give them credit for.
"A performance worthy of a young Julie Christie."
I don't know who that is, but they seem to love her.
"Brilliant." "Iconic."
"First Lady of the London stage."
"A tour de force." What are you so worried about?
You're a star. It says so right there in black and white.
It feels like I don't deserve it.
Oh, well, it's not up to you to decide. That's for them.
You know what your problem is?
You are self-centred.
I've been told that before.
You don't know how to let yourself be loved
because it's out of your control.
Being loved isn't even about you.
That's where your problem is.
But it makes no sense.
You have to train yourself to drink in their adoration
and be grateful for it.
Law of attraction.
The love you make is equal to...whatever.
Here. Let me show you.
She is the lady and the tiger,
darkness at noon, the lurch you got left in.
May I present the only woman I know
who wears my heart on her sleeve, Olivia Godfrey.
(WILD CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
Oh! Thank you. Thank you.
(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE CONTINUE)
OLIVIA: Thank you. I...I love you all.
Thank you all.
(ALARM BLARES DISTANTLY)
Bip...
..bip...
..bip.
Thank you all.
What do you mean you're leaving?
(ALARM CONTINUES)
Bip...
..bip...
Thank you all
and to all, a good night.
(CLOCK TICKS)
(GUNSHOTS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
That gun's not gonna do you much good.
PETER: Yeah.
Arggh...!
(ROARS)
(SNARLS AND ROARS)
DESTINY'S VOICE: Roman...
- (SNARLS) - Ohh!
- (PETER YELPS) - (GRUNTS)
- (GROWLS LOWLY) - (COUGHS)
(WHEEZES)
Oh, I...
..I can't move.
My body's broken.
(GROWLS)
ROMAN: Look at me.
Just do it.
Please.
I don't want to be this.
Look at you.
You're gonna live out your days as a fucking animal.
(WEEPS) It's over, man.
It's over, man.
- (SOBS) - (SNARLS)
Just do it! Just do it.
(SNARLS)
(GAGS)
MAN ON RADIO: Alright, our next caller
is Vlad Wojack of Hemlock Grove.
What's on your mind, Vlad?
VLAD: We need to look at these unexplained deaths
and disappearances through the prism of rational thought.
Blaming them on made-up stuff like vampires and lycanthropes
trivialises what's really going on here.
The real cause of all this suffering? EBEs.
MAN: Extra-biological entities? Aliens?
VLAD: Couldn't be more obvious.
SHELLEY: Ever been to Montana?
AITOR: Nope.
They got sky for the taking, I'm told.
Well, let's go get us some sky.
You given any more thought
about what to do with that bag of money?
Yeah.
Nothing.
We're a couple of poets. What do we know about money?
We'll wait till Nadia grows up.
She'll know what to do with it.
Look!
What?
Never mind.
It was nothing.
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(MUSIC DARKENS)