No one?
You can't think of anyone who may have had issues with your fiancé?
- She's already told you. - I asked her.
Andreas had a criminal record.
You yourself have two priors for prostitution.
What difference does that make?
I thought it was a mugging.
No, the caliber of the firearm used,
the location of the entrance wound,
and the body being moved postmortem all indicate to us
that this was a professional job.
What kind of jackpot was he in, Destiny?
I don't know.
This could go very badly for you if you know something you're not telling us.
What the fuck's wrong with you? You're threatening her after she's lost...
You need to cool off, pal.
Look... we all want to catch whoever did this.
But right now we have a funeral to get ready for.
We can pick this up another time.
If you think of anything in the meanwhile, call me.
Sorry for your loss.
The car is going to pick you up at noon, okay?
And I, uh... I picked out a poem
from that Rumi guy that you like,
so maybe Sophia can read it.
Destiny...
Nik and Bajram.
Yeah?
They were his best friends.
Why haven't they stopped by?
Miss me?
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Holy shit!
We're like two away.
- Play it again, play it again. - Yeah, yeah.
Five hundred thousand views.
- I can't believe this. - And the Tubey goes to...
- All I did was fall down. - This is cool and all,
but we gotta monetize this. Movie rights, spin-offs, talk shows, merchandising.
- We're talking bank. - Hey, Shelley.
- Something just happened in your room. - What?
I don't know, but you better come check it out.
You did this?
Wall's a paint-eater, but Aitor fronted me some extra cannons of Rust-O
'cause I ain't about no toy shit.
Of course you're not.
So, you like it?
I love it.
Made it down to the Keys in record time, checked out my boat.
You oughta see it.
Thirty-footer, twin Mercs, walk-through to the swim platform.
I hosed off the pelican shit, turned around and came back.
Why?
My ex used to tell me that I should see a therapist.
I have a habit of fucking up the good things in my life.
I took off when you asked for my help.
So now what?
Well, I'm here to do what needs to be done,
only I gotta get paid.
And the Roman Godfrey gravy train has been derailed.
They owe you any back pay?
Any other clients?
Nada.
I guess I could always start selling my blood.
No, no, no. That would be a sinful waste.
Isaac and Olivia's lemonade stand?
I have a better idea.
I'm not asking you to say a eulogy.
I'm asking you to get your stories straight and show up to the funeral...
for Destiny's sake.
- Fuck that. - No fucking way.
The price she pays for getting engaged to a rat bastard.
If nobody comes, she'll know something's wrong.
- So? - So?
You know what she's like, you know what she can do.
If she gets suspicious, she will not drop this, ever.
A psychic who didn't have a clue her fiancé
was fucking every Croat cooze in the greater Pottstown area.
I'm not exactly terrified by her powers.
It doesn't take a clairvoyant to know something's wrong if you don't...
Our hands are clean!
So I don't give a jumping fuck what she turns up.
Bajram?
Sophia and Destiny are close.
Gonna let her go to the funeral alone?
Do not bring our families into this, Peter.
This is done.
Cabrón. This is una casa grande.
I knew you were rich, but shit.
Actually, I was born rich, then got really poor,
and then got really rich, and then poor again.
Yeah, that's just like me, except without the rich parts.
My family.
- Who is it? - Shh.
He takes care of the place.
Missed opportunity.
Peeing outdoors is one of the great pleasures of a man's life.
Shh.
If he catches us trespassing,
he'll call the police.
Shh. Shh.
We need to talk.
About your mother slipping me information?
Yes, Roman. I need to apologize for that.
- Yeah. Why the fuck... - She was blackmailing me.
And, quite frankly, I was not thinking clearly.
There were some... emotional issues I needed to address.
You should have told me.
Without question, but you, Roman, also should have been sharing with me.
From the very start. While I understand your instincts,
she is your baby after all, but from now on we need to work together.
Well, we gotta do something. She's never gonna stop.
Actually, we don't have to do anything, because she is going to stop.
Your mother has the LPS cancer.
She's getting sicker every day.
She will deteriorate
and become hideous.
A monster really, or... Or more of one.
Judging from the neural plaque we observed during that autopsy,
her mind will be the first to go, precipitously, and the pain...
Let's just say death will be a relief for her.
- How long? - A month.
Less.
This disease is terra nova for everyone.
That's one less problem.
Eventually, but if you prefer your organs on the inside of your body,
I would suggest that you steer clear as the disease moves into its final stages.
She's already begun hunting your kind.
Why is no one here?
People are here.
It was just short notice.
Where are his friends?
Are you ready?
Andreas was a dreamer.
His dream was to make everyone around him happy...
especially Destiny...
who he loved very much.
In their short time together, he looked after her and she looked after him,
and all he wanted was to look after her for the rest of their lives.
Andreas... you were my friend.
You were going to be my family.
I'm so sorry to see you go.
So you just keep pounding 'til your hand gets sore,
and just when you think you can't pound anymore, it goes soft.
Melts in your mouth with a sweet, salty taste.
Not in this mouth.
You're gonna change your mind once you've chowed down on mine,
'cause my conch fritters are the toast of Duvall Street.
Hey, what you staring at?
You got a problem with a brown man kicking it with a white lady?
Didn't think so.
Boricua para siempre!
Would you relax? You're imagining things.
Why was he staring?
Because I'm not wearing a bra.
Something wrong?
I mean with us... Did I do something?
No. I have to work some things out.
We're going to get through this.
Um...
Andreas really wanted to have kids. He never stopped talking about the babies.
But...
kids can be a real pain, though, too.
He died a hero, never forget that.
What do you mean, he died a hero?
Just that in...
the sense that he was good...
man... He was a good man...
in a heroic way.
Good... man.
It's not about village.
- It's about sense of history. - Excuse me.
Hey. Everything all right?
I want to be alone with Andreas.
Please...
don't do this.
I'll pay you, I'll give you whatever.
Doctor Deutsch and I then finished the experiment
without further confirmation of the hypothesis...
Task: Pause. Read back.
Task: Search all mentions of Doktor Deutsch.
Thirty-three mentions.
- Shall I read them all? - No.
Task: Search state licensing registries, 1946 to present for "Auschlander",
first initial "R", physician or research scientist.
I have found a Richard Auschlander, retired 1993,
current address 67 Maple Drive, Bloomfield Hills, Michigan.
Story time. It's lunch.
- We want a story. - Yeah, man.
Yeah, man. Let's hear something.
Then a story you shall have.
A story about... loving.
There was a boy who fell deeply,
passionately in love with a girl.
Certain natural processes took place...
And she found herself with child
and yearned to marry,
but the year was 1959,
and they lived in the state of Virginia where it was against the law.
He was white and she was black.
So they went up to our nation's capital to make her an honest woman.
When they returned,
they were arrested because they were married.
They were loving.
Did they fight it?
To the Supreme Court, June 1967.
They won.
That's why no one can tell us who to marry today,
because of loving.
Mildred and Richard Loving. True story.
Eight years later...
a drunk driver hit their car.
Richard was killed, Mildred lost an eye.
She never remarried.
I've spent a good deal of time on my own,
separate and apart.
Wondering if I was someone worth loving.
I'm pretty sure most of us felt that way one time or another.
Then the other day it occurred to me,
maybe I'm the one who needs to do the loving.
And you know what?
I haven't felt alone, separate or apart since.
Hey.
Beautiful service.
Very... moving.
I saw you speaking to Destiny in the receiving line.
I never know what to say.
You know, death being what it is and so forth.
"He's in a better place," seems overused.
I spoke to her, and she told me what you said.
Seemed to really land with her...
in a good way.
Yeah?
Oh, well... Well, that's...
That's great.
To be honest, I was a little worried.
Yeah? About what?
Eh, you know, just what I said.
Really?
It sounded good.
Which part?
Shit.
Look, man, I really don't have time...
What did you tell her?
I don't know.
- Just that he was a hero. - A hero?
Yeah. I don't know.
Something... That he died a hero. That's it. That's it.
We've been saying that we don't know anything.
Now because of you, she knows that we're lying.
- Shit. I'm sorry. - You're sorry?
- Like that fucking matters now? - I'll fix it.
- How? - I... I don't know. Just...
All right, just give me a minute. I'll think of something.
No. You don't do anything. You don't talk to anyone. You don't do anything.
Just... Just don't.
I don't know why I'm poring over these files
because nothing in them is going to help us find your granddaughter,
- unless... - Where's... Where's the pendant?
Chango, I left it right there.
I don't know.
Well, you saw me put it down there, right?
- I don't remember exactly. - I remember.
I... I left it right there.
Oh, God. Somebody broke in.
- I don't see any signs of forced entry. - I am not imagining this!
- Did you give anyone a key? - No.
Your daughter. The guy that she's with.
Isaac, I changed the locks.
It's gotta be around here someplace.
I'll be right back.
Hello, Dr. Deutsch.
Who... Who are you?
For our purposes, a man who just injected naloxone into your IV.
Hence, the immediate withdrawal reaction
and the resurgent pain caused by your underlying condition...
end-stage diabetes with gangrene of the lower extremities, I gather.
I apologize for the inconvenience, but we need to talk.
Who's Dr. Deutsch?
- I'm Richard Auschlander. - Of course you are.
When you were in Deutschland, you were Deutsch, but now you are in Ausland,
so you are an Ausländer. It's clever.
I'm surprised you managed to slip a pun by the OSS.
What do you want?
I don't care about your service with Der Führer.
After all, we're both accomplished in our fields
and understand that scientific inquiry knows no partisanship.
I need to find one of our colleagues.
You worked with him in Plum Island
after the war and knew him as Ryan Dunbrack.
I don't remember.
Then let me clear your mind.
I hope you like roses.
Please, Roman, don't do this...
I don't know exactly why you're pulling away,
but I'm not going to let you.
What happened to that security guard, that is not who I am.
I was just trying to protect you,
and however many Hail Mary's I have to say to...
You two know each other?
You know each other?
This is my mother. This is who I was warning you about.
Annie, Ochoa,
you don't have a life so you're rooting around in mine, it's fucking pathetic.
First Letha, now her?
You're quite the stickman, fucking two of your sisters,
only you can't put this one on me.
I haven't seen him in 60 years.
His interests, hobbies, personal history,
aliases, locations he frequented.
There was a town in western Pennsylvania...
Hemlock Grove. What for?
I have no idea, other than he was as obsessed
with the place as he was about the research he was doing.
What kind of research?
Weaponizing an aggressive neoplasm he'd isolated.
- In rats. - Yes.
What else was he working on?
Something about estuaries
and water temperature,
non-carbon morphology.
For what purpose?
I have no idea.
Don't you find it counterintuitive that necrotic tissue
retains such a high degree of nerve function?
I swear.
I asked to see his data.
I thought it... might be relevant
to the work I was doing with Von Verschuer, and he refused.
The twin experiments.
You're from Birkenau.
Children.
You experimented on children.
Children.
They were going to be dead soon anyway,
and we gave them a better life in the meantime, food.
You infected them so you could watch them die.
You cut off their limbs without anesthesia,
removed their sexual organs.
- I was a scientist. - A scientist?
You're a butcher.
What... What are you doing?
What does it matter?
You're going to be dead soon, anyway.
It's good you're eating again.
It's not like I have to worry about fitting into a wedding dress.
You let me worry about getting your money back, by the way.
Thank you.
I could use some right about now.
You guys seem like you're doing okay.
New flat screen, Lexus.
Did Bajram hit the jackpot?
He generally stays away from talking about business.
Sounds like Andreas.
Me and Baj,
it's all don't ask, don't tell.
Still, you hear things, though, right?
If I got money coming to me from his share of whatever,
it would help if I knew what they were up to.
Something with the Croats up in Pottstown.
That's all I know.
And you didn't hear it from me.
Oh, Shelley.
Oh.
I've missed you so much.
Hey.
Where'd you go?
- Are you okay? - Where'd you find this?
I didn't. I didn't even notice it until you pointed it out.
It was you. It was you this whole time,
playing tricks on me, gaslighting me.
- I don't even know what that means. - Do not fuck with me!
Listen to me... I can't help noticing that something's going on with you.
Whatever it is, I just want to help.
I've got cancer.
It's in my body. It's probably in my brain.
It's all over my skin.
That's why the guy downstairs was staring at me.
I'm losing it. I'm so scared.
Show me.
Show me what scares you.
You don't want to see that.
Try me.
Does it hurt?
Just to look at.
My turn.
Ouch.
Compound fracture of the radius. Bone was sticking right through the skin.
Three broken ribs and you can't see it,
but cracked my skull open, too.
My God, what happened?
Work-related.
Dispute with a client, actually.
And what happened to the client?
I let him live.
I noticed that about you.
You have kind eyes.
I get that a lot.
Do you now?
Don't worry.
Momma's gonna make it all better.
That is a no-no.
Ladies first.
I'm gonna come by every morning after I drop off Charlie.
- You really don't have to do that. - Well, I'm gonna.
- We're gonna get through this. - I'm already doing better.
Bye.
I'll get you some sheets.
I'm not sure I'm going to stay. I just want to talk about some stuff.
No, no. Of course you're staying.
She'll have to call the cops before I give you back.
I'm not talking about going back to Mom's.
I left there a week ago.
You never told me.
- Uh, I don't know... I was... - She never told me.
She fucking lost you and she didn't tell me!
Mom didn't lose me. I left on my own.
- Fucking cunt! - Don't say that. I hate that word.
- You're defending her? - I'm not.
I'm... I'm just telling you what happened.
You have no idea. You have no fucking idea what she is and what she's done.
I would fucking kill her...
except she'll be rotting in hell soon enough.
What do you mean?
She'll be out of our lives for good.
Why? Where is she going?
Is she sick?
Yessiree. As good as dead.
- Oh, my God. - Come on, Shelley.
The shit that she did to you... Jesus.
She fucked you up worse than what you're stuck with looking at in the mirror.
What are you saying... I'm ugly?
- No, that's not what I meant. - Why are you talking like this?
Because it's the fucking truth! Okay.
You can hide in your pretty poems all you want,
but in the real world people fuck each other over.
They shit all over you,
and if you're less shit on, and less fucked over, maybe you win.
That's why I've done everything I can, everything I can
to protect you from that...
death cunt.
I wanted advice from someone I trusted.
This, I could get from Mom.
I made a mistake coming here.
No, Shelley.
You're not leaving.
You don't get to tell me what I can do.
Neither does she.
Now, out of my way.
Blinsky. Research project.
Amphibious breeding in estuarine environments.
Of course, and what specifically about that topic?
Everything. I want every study done since 1946 summarized
plus the names of all the scientists involved, living or dead.
Oh, and anything you can find on sulfur-based life forms.
Also...
I want you to know that I'm done with this.
- You're quitting artificial stimulants? - Responsibly.
I've devised a detailed program to wean myself
by gradually titrating down the dosages,
thus avoiding the ravages of abrupt withdrawal.
May I say, sir, how pleased I am that you are saying yes to a clean and sober life.
There are no answers in those pills, sir.
Only pain and heartache for you and for those...
Blinsky.
I can have the research done by the end of the week.
- Tomorrow. - Tomorrow?
First thing.
Thank you, Blinsky.
Oh, God.
Another one?
Haven't seen you in here before.
It's good to know someone's keeping track of where I've never been.
We don't get a lot of outsiders coming through here.
- That's the scoop. - Really?
Where would you be getting this scoop?
- Around. - And your interest being?
Exploring my Croatian roots.
I hear a lot of bad boys come in here.
I love me some bad boys, especially when they're my people.
Well, you found the right place.
Stick around.
If the sun decided to be a graffiti artist
instead of the center of the solar system,
I imagine it'd paint something like this.
Hard to understand why it's against the law to make something so beautiful.
I thought maybe I scared you away.
I scared myself.
You okay?
I guess I was just wandering around,
looking for some answers.
Did you find any?
Not really.
Nothing that sounded like the truth, anyway.
The truth...
there's an endangered species.
But if you're searching for truth,
you need a lantern,
like Diogenes.
Ever heard of Diogenes?
Tell me about him.
We begin our story back in the days of Alexander the Great.
Diogenes of Sinope,
who was to become one of the greatest philosophers
of the ancient world, begged for a living
and often slept in a large, ceramic jar in the marketplace.
No luck finding Mr. Wrong?
Uh, he probably would have left me broken-hearted and pregnant, anyway.
Trust me, you dodged a bullet.
Get us the usual table, all right?
OK, time to have a little fun, ladies.
It's Peter. Leave a message.
Peter. Peter, he's here.
The guy who killed Andreas is here.
At a restaurant in Little Zagreb in Pottstown.
Please, can you bring the guys? Come. Hurry, please.
Hey.
I'm leaving town.
The road out of here is that way.
Okay. Um, I want to explain first.
I owe it to you. Roman... please.
I came here looking for my mother,
and I heard about you, so I tracked you down.
And when I saw you, I thought you were probably, like me, born with the caul.
I had to be certain.
Well, you got your answer.
And you had a million opportunities to tell me what was up, you didn't.
I know. I kept waiting for the right time.
At the blood bank I wasn't thinking straight.
Bullshit!
You picked me up at a bar wearing a little black fuck-me dress.
Couldn't tear your eyes away from me getting my dick sucked,
then you followed me home.
Okay, yeah.
My feelings for you are complicated, yes.
Seems pretty fucking straightforward to me.
Or was that all just a part of your grieving process
for your dead husband and kid?
Whatever happened between you and Letha
and then losing her like that, and now Nadia...
I guess I thought you, of all people,
might find it in your heart to forgive me.
Forgive you for what?
Being so thoughtless and selfish.
Please... Roman, I'm sorry.
Is that it?
Is that your apology?
From the bottom of my heart, please believe me.
I mean, look at me. I'm begging you...
Enough.
My strong sense is begging is not what your mouth does best.
The way you talk about our mother, her cruelty,
is that where you get yours?
It's a shame.
It's a shame...
It's a shame you're my sister, 'cause that was some damn fine pussy.
Is that what you want? Is that what it takes to earn your forgiveness?
- Letting you fuck me? - It's a place to start.
You arrogant, fucking prick!
See you boys again tomorrow.
- Night. - Bye, bro.
Go wait in the car, all right?
- Peter, it's him. Peter, it's him. - Put it down.
Put the knife down. Let it go. Let it... Put it down.
What the fuck?
- Get in the car, now! - No, Peter, no.
- You know him! - No.
Yes, he looked right at you!
- Because you were going to knife him. - He has Andreas' watch.
- What watch? - The watch I gave him
- a few days ago. - You were going to stab somebody
because of a watch that could have been one of a hundred?
He's getting away. Why are you letting him get away?
- It's him. I know it's him. - You're not thinking right.
- I know it's him. - You were going to get killed.
He could have killed you. I can't lose you!
I know it's him.
Get some of the guys to do something. Call the cops.
Fucking do something, Peter!
I know it's him, I know.
- You have to drop it. Okay? - Do something.
Drop it.
Now, we have some breaking news.
We've just received news
of another murder in Hemlock Grove.
Daniel Garcia, 59, has been found brutally murdered in the mansion
that was once the home of industrialist J.R. Godfrey.
Isaac?
Mr. Garcia was a property manager on the estate...
If you change your mind, you can chow down on mine...
'cause my conch fritters are the toast of Duvall Street.
What you staring at?
You got a problem with a brown man kicking it with a white lady?
Actually, I was born rich, then got really poor,
and then got really rich, and then poor again.
Shh. He can hear us.
What do I have to do to make you stay?
We'll see each other soon.
9-1-1, what's your emergency?
There's a man on the sidewalk passed out.
I don't think he's breathing.
- What's the address? - You recognize the voice?
The Nestor building on Hope Road, I don't know the number.
Paramedics are on their way. Is the man injured?
All I know is he won't wake up.
It's not gonna get me.
It's trying to take my mind.
No. No, no, no. No, no, no fucking way!
I am not the fucking disease! It's not going to kill me.
What you were gonna do to Shelley, you're gonna do for me... A body.
A body. A body. You're gonna stick me in it.
No cancer, no fucking disease.
I don't give a shit how you do it, but you will.
Or... you'll end up in my closet...
like that other motherfucker.
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