(piano music)
(woman): ♪♪ Loneliness comes to call ♪
♪ As sometimes the sun ♪
- ♪ Doesn't shine for us all ♪ - Christina?
♪ Always remember where twilight descends ♪
♪ Loneliness ends with love ♪
Christina, it's Dr. Godfrey.
- Can you hear me? - ♪ Love needs a place ♪
♪ To start ♪
♪ And who knows who may hold ♪
♪ The key to your heart ♪
♪ Don't be afraid ♪
♪ Of what all that extends ♪
♪ Loneliness ends with love ♪
♪ The greatest need ♪
♪ Inside you ♪
♪ Is the need to be understood ♪ (cell phone notification)
♪ And who would better guide you ♪
Nurse? Nurse, I've got to make a call.
♪ Than someone who's been lonely too ♪♪
(theme music)
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(frogs croaking) (dog barking)
(train horn in the distance) Come on, Peter.
Peter, Peter. Come on.
Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter, come on.
(cat purring) Yeah, I know.
Yeah, I'm not usually a worrier,
but this time, you know?
(country music)
What the hell?
What's a Godfrey want here?
Come to buy me my beer?
One of your deputies told me I might find you here.
The man's been up all night.
Leave him in peace.
Listen, Tom, I can't begin to imagine
what you're going through.
Give us a minute.
You know, it's hard to believe...
Alisha and I used to come here before the twins.
We'd drink...
dance to the shittiest music.
How's your family, Norman?
My family?
Marie, Letha. They all right?
They're the same.
Come home with me.
You shouldn't be alone at a time like this.
He look fucking alone to you?
She sat right there.
Who?
Dr. Chasseur.
Fish and Wildlife.
Had a bug up her ass with the Rumancek kid.
Tom, whatever she told you--
- She as much as accused him of being a werewolf.
Me being a civilized man, I laughed it off.
As you should since it's bloody ridiculous.
She called me about a hair sample,
male. What the hell was I supposed to do with that?
(Norman sighs.)
Listen.
There is an explanation for this
and it's not the supernatural.
OK.
Good.
Let's go.
I just...
- Tom. - No. No.
Fuck it.
We all know that these killings
started after these Rumanceks moved in.
You're just buying into this madness.
The town's riled up as it is.
Think about Christina.
I am.
Down by the creek, Kimmel Lane.
That's where they fucking live.
(dog barking) (frogs croaking)
(phone ringing)
- Destiny: [Lynda, I have a bad feeling.] - Huh?
Here we go! Woo!
- Yeah, party time. - Yeah, let's go!
Oh, shit! They're already here.
- Woo! - Hey, anybody home?
- Come on out. - Yeah! Come on!
Yeehaw!
(windows breaking) Yeah, baby!
Knock! Knock! Anybody home?
Wasn't so bad now, was it?
Your dogcatcher has been taken care of.
Will there be anything else?
Not yet.
Though I really...
must change first.
- Ah! - Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's OK.
It's OK. You're OK.
You're OK.
I saw it.
I mean I saw you.
Wh-what?
Changing back from... you know.
It was fucking beautiful.
If you say so.
Ahhh...
My head feels like a goddamn
war dance is inside of it.
Did you drag me back here?
Last I saw, you were down.
- Down? - Chasseur shot you with a dart.
Oh, Chasseur!
She was gonna take you away.
I, I tried to tell her how it wasn't you but...
Fuck! Fuck!
What?
I should have been stronger for you.
- Stronger? - I tried to stop her,
I did, but she had a gun.
So I left. But then I circled back,
but by then you were gone.
Then my fucking mom calls,
says to come back home and keep an eye on you.
- Your mom? - Yeah.
Two weeks in a fucking coma, and she didn't even ask me
how I felt. Weird, huh?
- I'm, I'm no judge. - Anyway...
I get back home and there you are,
but she's gone.
There's something else.
- Letha? - No, no, no.
She's fine.
Alexa and Alyssa Sworn?
The vargulf got the sheriff's daughters.
Shit.
Have you heard from my mom?
What do you mean?
Fuckers know about me, they gotta know about her.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Stay here. Stay here.
I'll check on the trailer, make sure she's all right, OK?
Yeah, OK. Whatever. Just go, please.
All right.
(train horn in the distance)
Hello?
- Hey! - Oh, shit!
Gypsies need a way out!
You OK?
Yeah. How's Peter?
Uh, he, he's fine.
- He's fine. - Ah! Just like Peter.
All right, well...
funny thing is that compared to most places
in the world, this place is hog heaven.
Um, can you get that chandelier?
And that plate with the shells on it?
They took my money.
Close call, huh?
Yeah. Um...
Destiny gave me a head's up.
How would she know anything about it?
Oh, well, she, uh...
she has her way.
Where's the picture?
Do you see a picture of Nicolae?
Here it is. Um...
OK.
Peter slept at the house.
- You can just follow me up there. - Uh, yeah, no, no.
I don't, I don't think so. I think, uh...
the Rumanceks and the Godfreys
are a little too close for my comfort.
What's that supposed to mean?
(Lynda sniffs.) Oh, whoa! Can anyone smell smoke here?
If you want to help Peter, keep him away
from the animals that did this.
(train horn in the distance)
(cell phone ringing)
- Yeah? - [Yeah, it's me.]
Your mom's OK... but the trailer looks like
the last time Shelley took dancing lessons.
Shit.
How are you feeling?
Actually, I'm fucking starving.
All right.
(Lynda): Hey, baby. (meowing)
- (Roman): Where you gonna go? - I don't know.
Oh! I hope you're not allergic to cats.
Peter loves that cat.
Hey. Hey, come here, buddy.
(Cat meows.)
It's OK, it's OK, it's OK.
Shh, shh, shh.
Huh.
Oh, yeah.
(sniffing)
Yeah.
(sizzling)
Ah! Ah...
I came to check on Roman.
(Peter sighs.)
How is it possible to miss someone so much
after one day, huh?
I think you're supposed to be mad at me.
Who says I'm not?
Oh, so you're mad at me?
Are boys always this stupid? (Peter chuckles.)
You're a jerk!
Mm!
Peter...
the sheriff's daughters.
I heard.
My dad called this morning.
He sounded really scared...
like he just wanted to know I was OK.
OK.
What do we do now?
(Peter sighs.)
I guess we just stand here like this until something else happens.
(Siren bleeps.)
Come on, let's go.
Son of a bitch! They're inside.
- [Which way?] - Check the greenhouse.
Yeah. Copy that.
Peter, they think you killed them?
Cops don't think.
Come on, front door.
- (man): Hey! - No, no, no, no. Come on.
- Whoa! - No, no. Come on. - Where are we going?
To the woods. Whenever you're in trouble, head for the woods.
Stop fucking now!
Motherfucker!
Both of you, turn around,
hands in the air.
I won't say it again.
That's that.
The place looks empty. You all right?
Just dandy. Unlike this piece of murdering shit.
- Move aside. - He didn't do anything.
Bullshit, he didn't.
Peter Rumancek,
you have the right to remain fucked.
If you choose to waive that right,
further fucking will be provided for you free of charge.
- Don't! - You shut up. You know,
I should do you right here, you little scum.
I've known Tom Sworn's girls all their lives.
- I said leave him! - Ah! Get off!
You do that again, I'm gonna break his goddamn neck.
Pula va cadea.
What the fuck was that?
Oh, you'll get the joke when your dick falls off.
Ha! Ha! Ha! Funny boy, huh? (The man punches Peter.)
Uh...
(Letha): Shelley.
Oh, that's fucking perfect.
Go! Get the hell out of here!
Oh, brilliant!
(whispering): It's OK, Shel.
- Ho-ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! - Roman...
you're awake?
Stay back. What are you doing?
You have a gun pointed at the back of your head. Do not, repeat,
- do not turn around! - (Letha): Roman, be careful.
- You think I won't? - Put the gun in your mouth.
(man): Come back here! What the fuck are you doing?
- Uncuff him. - Screw you!
If he's still handcuffed by the time I count to three,
pull the trigger.
One.
- Two! - OK, OK!
Just calm down, buddy.
What the fuck, man?
Come here.
Get in your car
and take the 79 to the West Virginia state line.
When you get there...
you can take the gun out of your mouth,
And you...
will punch yourself in the face hard enough
to break your nose.
Bye now.
What the fuck?
Roman.
Roman, what did you do to them?
I just suggested they relocate. You're not safe here.
No shit.
Norman...
I believe we have a matter to discuss.
It's not a good time, Liv.
Of course it isn't.
If you... if you ask me to leave,
- I will. - No.
No, I don't want you to leave.
Can I get you something?
I certainly didn't
come all this way so you could fetch me a coffee.
Do you understand why I'm here?
Your motives are never far from the surface.
You heard about the sheriff's girls?
Yes.
A tragedy.
And, judging from your mood,
one for which you inexplicably feel culpable.
No. No, not culpable. Just...
...useless.
You know, I went to see him, Tom.
I mean not as a doctor, as a friend, and even as that,
I couldn't do a damn thing to relieve his pain.
I wonder...
is that how my brother felt that night outside the tower?
- You're nothing like JR. - No.
Since he was, for all his faults,
a singularly decisive man.
Perhaps a... a coffee
would be in order after all.
Six months.
Oh...
Because you understand
that my wife's only crime
was giving the best years of her life to a man
who fell out of love with her,
which happened the moment I first laid
eyes on you.
Yeah,
six months should be enough to acquit my obligations.
Letha will have had her baby. There will of course be an equitable
financial arrangement for all concerned and then...
...I will leave Marie.
I will become a grandfather. Ha!
And I will marry you.
My dear Norman.
(knocking on door)
Dr. Godfrey? I'm sorry but
- it's time for your meeting. - I'll be out in a moment.
No, no, stay, stay. I'll be back as soon as I can.
If only I could.
Go about your day, darling.
Uh, there will be...
there will be time for the rest later.
Wait!
I mean it this time.
What makes you think I don't know that?
(Norman sighs.)
(cell phone ringing)
Letha?
- Letha: [Hi, Dad.] - What's wrong?
[Roman's awake.]
(Peter): Where the hell are we?
(Letha): I used to take walks back here with my dad.
(Peter): This is all part of Hemlock Acres?
Well, it's a relief to see you up and about, Roman.
But you - or you -
should have told me. - I'm sorry, Dad,
things have been a little crazy.
Glad to see you're all right. Letha told me.
What that mob did to your home was a disgrace.
Well, the place needed a tune-up.
(soft chuckle)
Come on.
(door closing)
Yeah... we closed this
when we opened the new sanctuary three years ago.
Didn't get a chance to clean it up.
Anyway, won't have to worry about anyone
checking the ashtrays.
Ha.
- What? - Uh, you know,
it's just been a month of Sundays.
We didn't know who else to ask.
I know that this could cause trouble for you.
Well, making bad decisions is one of the perks of ownership.
The town has lost its mind.
Peter should stay here until this lunacy dies down.
Thank you.
You two try and find a hole
that's not an inch deep in dust.
And Roman?
Give me a hand?
All right.
What the FUCK is going on?
- It's just that sometimes-- - You do not get to hold back,
not when my daughter is involved!
Sometimes a wolf goes crazy
and doesn't eat what it kills.
When you say wolf,
- what exactly do you mean? - I mean werewolf.
You do realize you're talking to a clinical psychiatrist,
not some fucking witch doctor?
Assume, just for a moment,
that what I'm saying is true, OK? Then what?
- Is it Peter? - No.
Does Letha know what you're doing?
Sort of, but I, I don't think she really believes it either.
So you two have been trying to what, find this -
Ha! Ha! Ha! - bad werewolf?
- Vargulf. - Excuse me? - Vargulf, what they call it.
And he's not bad really. He's just sick.
- But you didn't find him? - Not yet.
And that's because...?
I was in a coma.
Right.
Supposing you just sum up for me
what you've actually learned about this...
- vargulf. - There isn't much,
but we have time...
before the next full moon.
In the meanwhile, we keep that one away
from the torches and the pitchforks.
Is that the idea?
Is this you deciding whether you should have us all committed?
Actually I was just thinking that fatherhood is fucking overrated,
and that your friend is gonna need some blankets.
Oh, by the way,
have you spoken to your mother recently?
Why?
No reason.
- Does your mom know you're OK? - She doesn't give a shit.
Sorry. I didn't know you were here.
Hello? (fingers snapping)
Anyone home?
She's not safe.
What?
She and the baby aren't safe.
You think that monster doesn't want her too?
I don't know anything about that.
Wait here. Hey!
Hey, you better get some meds over here!
I want to stay here tonight. With you.
I don't think so.
Your dad, he gave me the, the look.
What look?
The look that says you're not staying here tonight.
Since when are you an expert on my dad's catalogue
of facial expressions, huh?
I gotta be good at something.
Hey!
It's the ring you gave me.
It's been in my purse.
Thought you didn't like it.
- No. I didn't like YOU then. - Hmm...
Hello. (Letha chuckling.)
Hey!
They were in their beds, Peter.
Whatever it was got in without being seen
to do that to them.
It's no wild animal.
What kind of person has it in them...
...to do that?
I think that we all have it in us...
...but some worse than others.
Still.
The mystery of death isn't a bad thing, hey?
Without it we wouldn't have this.
(whispering): Come here.
(whispering): I love you.
(Letha laughs.)
Whoa!
In a church?
(creaking)
(door slamming shut)
That look.
Hospitals have a lousy reputation for food,
and this won't change anything.
But it should keep you going until morning.
I'll be fine.
I'm going home to check on Shelley.
We start over tomorrow, right?
Mm-hmm.
We should go.
(Letha): I love you, you know.
(Peter groans.)
(door closing) This ain't so bad.
(Peter shouts, it echoes.)
Casper?
Casper!
Hey, there you are.
Hey, that's mine. (Casper meows.)
Dad?
Are you all right?
I know today's been a lot for you.
I'm really sorry.
Actually I'm fine.
I'm fine.
Ah, there you are! Oh, my baby!
Sorry it's so late. I got her back as soon as I could.
There's a casserole in the fridge if you're hungry.
Ravenous!
(thunder)
(electronic voice): They were afraid of Peter.
- Who was? - Cook, maid.
Everyone left.
I'll always be here for you.
Promise?
Super pinkie swear.
(soft chuckle)
- Did you dream about me? - I did.
The whole time I was out.
Tell me about it.
You were exactly like you've always been...
more beautiful than this world deserves.
Come here.
What's wrong, Shel?
What's wrong?
Wish I could see myself there.
Where's mom?
Don't know. I'm afraid. (thunder)
It's OK.
How about we clean this up, huh?
(thunder)
(thunderclap) (worried meowing)
Nurse!
Nurse! I came to check on her. She's gone.
Where the hell is she? Where the hell is she?!
Where the hell is Christina Wendell?!
Liver temp's conclusive.
She was killed sometime last night.
I thought I ordered a redhead.
There was another one.
- Another what? - Last night, another girl.
Who?
They don't know yet. No head.
It wasn't Letha. I checked on her before I came here.
But it was the wrong moon.
That's supposed to be impossible, right?
Yeah, maybe... maybe not.
What do you mean? I thought we still had time to find him.
You need to be with Letha at sundown tonight.
- Why? - I mean it.
She's on your watch until this is over. This is your job now.
- Where are you going? - I'm gonna go see Destiny.
She knows more about the, uh...
- the protocols than I do. - Protocols?
Or whatever. She might have a better idea about this, because I sure don't!
If you go out in public, you'll be shot!
- That's if you're lucky! - Yeah, well, I'm a lucky guy.
This is no joke!
OK?
Here. Call her.
This isn't a pizza delivery.
(Peter sighs.)
You go.
OK.
And Roman...
I meant it... about Letha.
Don't let the bedbugs bite.
(knocking on door)
Hm...
- How's my baby? - He's safe where he is.
No, he's not, but...
what does he need?
There was another murder last night, the vargulf.
I know, I know.
Peter said you were some kind of expert.
So how is this happening?
You really have no idea what you are, do you?
What the fuck's that supposed to mean?
OK.
First...
experts are the people that you see on TV.
And the laws of magic are like the laws of anything,
they work because you obey them.
- Then you can just break them? - Not the way you think.
This vargulf can. How do we fight that?
You don't.
I'm part of this.
Killing him is something I'm supposed to do.
There are dreams so real you can feel
their teeth marks when you wake up.
And then there's the smell of coffee.
It's time for you to admit that this isn't your fight.
- People are still dying. - That has nothing to do with it.
So how does Peter fight him?
The way wolves usually do.
Then he can do the same thing?
He can turn when the moon is wrong?
Not for free.
Nothing is for free.
Then what's the price?
I don't know.
Who does?
The only person who can know the answer is Peter.
Not without some help he can't.
I can give him what he needs, but no matter what,
it's gonna be a giant crap sandwich for him to eat.
Aren't there...
protocols or something?
Oh, Peter, Peter, Peter.
You know, there was nothing about this that 1,000 miles
of interstate couldn't have solved.
Except when it doesn't.
Fine.
Don't act like we haven't talked about this before.
I said fine.
What do you mean you talked about it?
- About Peter running away? - Yep.
That is not always the best solution.
(Lynda pouring a drink) Why?
Did Peter tell you about Nicolae?
He said he killed one of his own.
Yeah, well...
the brother of the man Nicolae killed
found us many years later,
meaning that Nicolae had to become a murderer
twice in his life. The fires go out, the coals stay hot.
If this isn't ended, this will be just around the corner
for the rest of Peter's life.
(sigh)
That story sounds so much better in Romanian.
I miss when Peter was a baby.
If I could flip a switch, I'd live in a whole world of babies.
I'm gonna help him through this.
(Destiny sighing)
Wait.
Tell Peter I love him, OK?
OK.
Wait.
What?
You...Sahastrara...
sometimes it glows.
OK...
How do you know your cousin's not talking a lot of bullshit?
She said I can't be part of this.
Trust me. If I could switch places with you...
I would.
(purring)
- What's that smell? - It's beeswax.
Is that important, the kind of candle it is?
Well, the way it was explained to me is that it's the sum of all the parts.
You can bake a cake without sugar,
but it won't taste as sweet.
- Now? - Yeah.
(Peter whispers indistinctly.)
What?
- Take it. - Your hand?
(Casper meows.)
(Peter speaking a Romani language)
OK...
Are we in business?
(Casper meows.)
What are you doing with the cat?
I know. You trusted me.
What are you doing?
(purring) You might want to turn around
- for this. - NO! What are you doing?!
(Casper meows.)
(Casper's neck snapping)
It's over.
I think I'm gonna go outside
- for a minute. - OK, that's OK.
(sigh)
(flesh tearing)
(fleshy squishing sounds)
Fucking cat.
Hey! Hey, where are you going?
Hey!
If anybody sees you, we're fucked!
Don't tell me that.
Don't...
don't tell me that.
Come, Nicolae.
Help me, Nicolae!
When I was a young man such as yourself,
our kind faced many dangers.
I rode with an old woman,
Magdalena.
She could have been my grandmother or great grandmother.
No one knew for sure. We rode from place to place...
never settling.
One day, we were stopped by some men
who wanted us to go with them. Some of us
ran and got away.
I saw Magdalena was not so lucky.
Huh!
I was a foolish little boy then.
I thought I could protect her.
The uniforms were saying one thing...
...but the leader was upir.
Bring me the woman!
Tear the little beast's throat out!
(kid moaning) I ran and ran.
I promise you I never looked back.
In the end...
I survived
while many others did not.
We run.
It's what we do.
Fuck you, Nicolae.
I need something else.
OK.
Bacon.
The grease, actually. I need you to get me bacon grease.
Is that how you're gonna fight him?
Yeah.
Is there a price?
My face.
The price for breaking the rules
is my human face.
Did the brother of that guy Nicolae killed really come after him?
Your mom said
he had to kill him too.
It's a story.
I believe it sometimes. Why?
It's not important.
Bacon grease.
I'm gonna need a lot of it.
All right.
I believe that's enough cholesterol
to see you comfortably
into your dotage.
I'm feeling peachy, Mom. Thanks for asking.
It's quite obvious you've made a complete recovery.
- Where have you been? - I was at the institute.
I had a bit of a spell...
but Dr. Pryce tells me it's nothing to worry about.
I'm really quite fine now.
It's gonna end tonight. Tonight, we're gonna kill it.
Of course you are.
Mm! Do turn the fan on, darling.
The house will...
stink of pig to high heaven.
Tell Shelley I'm sorry, but I won't be home for dinner.
Before you go...
if you may spare a moment with your mother.
Please.
All right.
Is this some kind of joke?
Open it.
Precious boy,
you were born with the caul.
I've always known you were different. Better.
Sometimes when I look at people...
...I can make them do whatever I say.
I know.
So much alike.
Roman...
what do you see?
I see us.
Now look closer.
- What is this? - I finally understand
what you've been feeling these last months.
I tried to protect you like any mother would protect their son.
What is this?!
What you must do to continue your journey.
This...
is your kill.
(Roman breathing loudly)
Try not to lose it, darling.
It goes back a rather long way.
We don't need words.
(Chasseur moans.)
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