Mm. Have a good time.
But not too good.
I don't even wanna go. The guys insisted.
It's just gonna be a lot of drinking, poker,
guys lighting their farts on fire...
And that chick at the Saddlestrap in Finleyville
who can shoot ping-pong balls out of her cooch.
Strippers are fine, but no hookers.
I don't want you bringing bugs back into our bed.
Everything I want... is right here.
Hey, make sure that Peter has a good time.
He needs it.
Done.
- I love you. - I love you too.
Bring a toothbrush.
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With Spivak's genome sequencing
now complete, comma,
markers for a cartilaginous skeletal structure
and several cold water indices can be isolated and identified.
Dr. Arnold Spivak, end quote. Full stop.
Histological preparation and observation via standard microscopy
reveals evenly distributed structures resembling...
subcutaneous mucous glands, comma,
which further suggest amphibious rather than reptilian genesis.
Full stop.
Far more troubling is the evident phenotypic morpho-fluidity,
which allows the organism to assume the simulacra of human form
and consciousness while maintain...
A biological contaminant has been detected.
Quarantine procedures have been initiated.
Blinsky! Open the door!
I can't. Contamination protocols have been triggered.
- There's no manual override. - But I didn't do anything!
- This must be some malfunction! - Please. Try to relax.
The air sensor systems are running their diagnostics.
If there's been an error, the system will auto-correct
- and the quarantine will be lifted. - When?
Hard to say with any degree of certainty, given the variables...
Blinsky... bring me my meds immediately.
- What? - Bring me my meds!
Of course I'd be happy to, but unfortunately,
the containment module is not equipped with a pass-through apparatus.
I talked to the guys about boosting the drugs and shit,
and I gotta say, they just don't think it's a problem.
What happened to the fucking ice cream trucks?
Yeah, I'm still doing that too.
Come on, man, how about a little rhythm here?
Everything I do is for Destiny. You know that.
Oh, and this is how you plan to take care of her?
By getting your ass shot off?
Be sure to get her knocked up so your kids never know their father.
That's what's gonna happen when your shit plan goes sideways.
Okay, look, maybe you're right.
Maybe the whole heist thing needs rethinking.
You think maybe the heist thing needs rethinking?
That's what I said.
What the fuck do you want from me?
I want you to show me that you can be trusted.
Where is everybody?
Hello? Anybody here?
Shit.
Fuck.
Oh, my God.
Andreas, Peter, where are you?
My fucking head. I need some air.
You okay?
What I told you last night about Letha...
You can't put that on yourself.
I kept my daughter locked in a soundproof box,
and I never knew how to love her. That is on me.
- Promise me you won't tell anybody. - Okay.
Especially Peter. He would never understand.
I'm very good at keeping secrets.
These things last night, I... Why do you think they were after us?
I don't know. Maybe it's our turn.
Well, okay, now. I can drive.
You're not even close to fine.
And you need blood. We both do.
So maybe you and I should hunt after all.
I got a better idea.
Let's rob a bank.
Dr. Pryce's line. Dr. Blinsky speaking.
Where is he?
I'm sorry, Ms. Godfrey. Dr. Pryce is indisposed at the moment.
Fuck that. Tell him to wipe his ass. I'll be there in 15 minutes.
Oh, my God.
- Morning. - 'Tis.
People get up kinda early around here.
Yeah, there's not much to do after sundown.
Gets pretty cold. And dark.
What you got there?
Emily Dickinson, huh?
I love her stuff.
There was a long time... maybe my whole life, really,
when it felt like she was my only friend.
Probably sounds silly.
No, not at all.
"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
and sings the tunes without the words
and never stops at all"
What are you doing?
Wait and see.
Mind if I try?
Do your thing.
Thanks.
Yes?
What kind of fucked up shit did you do in your last life
to get punished with a mug like that?
Shit, and I thought I'd seen ugly in my day.
Saw a lady once who had her whole face cut off by a lawn mower,
looked better than you.
I don't give two shits what that judge said.
Admit it. You got away with murder.
Didn't you? Huh?
Yup.
And you know why?
Because I enjoy killing.
Dogs, cats, people.
Kill, kill, kill.
It's a calling, really.
So you better keep that in mind when you go to sleep tonight.
'Cause this doesn't close.
And I'll be watching you.
Welcome to the Rooster Poot Playhouse!
They figured out the caviar was stepped on.
- That's gotta be what this is about. - Impossible.
- I handled it. You saw. - Croats are fucking crazy.
I don't give a fuck what the reason was.
We got to hit back. And twice as hard.
Take it easy. I know it's hard, but just...
Did they deserve this? Huh?
You all knew these folks. Shandor, the rest of them.
I say we fuck 'em up.
Turn the snow red with their blood. Rat shit cowards.
The Croats aren't the only ones we've grifted.
For all we know, this could've been somebody else.
It coulda been the guys we jacked the stuff from.
Either way, we're not going to war with anyone.
You calling the shots now, Peter?
We gotta take care of them first.
I say we walk the fuck away like we were never here.
No. We leave them here, the cops will be up our asses so fast.
I say we pull the backhoe around, dig a hole.
A few Gypsies fall off the face of the earth, who's gonna give a damn?
They're family! Not some fucking trash to be thrown out.
Come here.
- Fucking animals. - Andreas, you gotta calm down.
- But these... - Get the guys
to put the bodies on a truck,
appoint someone to drive it to a long-term lot somewhere,
lock it up, let the bodies freeze, and that will buy us some time
- to figure out what to do with them. - I already thought of that.
Everyone else scrubs every inch of this place with bleach...
Walls, floors, everywhere.
And when they're done and there's not a drop of blood left to be found,
they're gonna start scrubbing some more. Do you understand?
Okay. Give me your car keys.
Why? Where are you going?
I'm gonna find out who did this.
Just... Just clean up this mess
and don't do anything else until I get back.
Okay?
Keys.
Hey, babe.
Hey, Creamsicle. So what's up?
Did you get there okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I was just checking in like I said I would.
Is everything okay?
All good. I just called to say I love you and, uh, I miss you.
Me too.
Did you like your big surprise?
Uh... what?
Don't tell me some asshole broke into the car and stole it last night.
The watch. Sorry, yeah. God, it's...
it's beautiful, baby. I love it.
Good.
Okay, well... say hi to the boys for me.
I will.
Just... be careful, okay?
What do you mean?
Nothing. Just, you know, your men are out of town.
Since when do I need you and Peter to take care of me?
Since never.
Just... just take care.
Sure.
I love you so much.
I love you too, babe.
No, no, no, don't shoot!
Please, just let us go!
Stop! Roman, enough.
Let's just get out of here.
From Zion, perfect in beauty...
from the rising of the sun to where it sets.
God shines forth. A fire devours before him...
He was gonna kill you.
He'd be alive, if we weren't who we are...
what we are...
greedy, barbarous and cruel.
My people are dead, and you're out walking around
buying groceries. I want to know why.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I swear to God, if you lie, I'll take your eye.
How much did they pay you to rat us out?
The Croats are moving the product to their retailers on the street.
If they found out it had been stepped on,
they'd have trashed the load.
And I'd be hanging from a bridge by a hook through my tongue.
I want to know who's responsible.
You tell me your people have been killed.
Do you think I'm consulted about such things?
All I know is fish eggs.
You're going to make some calls.
And you're going to put me in a room with who's in charge.
- I want a meeting. - But I'm nobody.
- I have no authority. - Do it.
You sure you wouldn't prefer spending the night at my place?
I think I need to be alone.
When will I see you again?
Ms. Godfrey, it would be best for all concerned
if you would just take a minute and listen to what I have to say.
Would you mind telling me what, exactly, is going on here?
Dr. Pryce is in containment.
Well, I can see that, Blinsky. I'd like to know why.
Well, that is a matter of some conjecture...
Olivia!
Get that little maggot to open this door!
How long does he need to stay in there like that?
Well, that's another "known unknown."
I fucking hate boxes!
Speaking of boxes, what's up with those rats?
What rats?
The ones on your computer devouring each other.
You hacked into my computer?
I want you to explain why you're watching cannibal rat porn,
and what it has to do with me?
- How did you... - It doesn't matter! Explain!
I work with lab rats all the time. That's what they're for.
You didn't answer the question.
This might come as a shock, but not everything in this lab
or elsewhere on the planet is about you, Olivia!
Are you hiding Shelley in the White Tower somewhere?
- Because if you are... - You lost Shelley?!
- I didn't lose Shelley! - God damn it!
- Do you know... - I knew it!
- What did you do with her? - I'm getting sick and tired...
The second you got your hands on her...
Shut up! I'm telling you, shut up!
Give it to me straight. Is my cancer back?
Maybe.
And maybe not.
You open this door and you let me take my meds,
and then I will tell you everything I know.
Open the door, get him his meds.
I can't. There's no manual override, as Doctor Pryce well knows.
- He says you can't open it. - Don't listen to him.
He's lying!
No.
I suppose there's no delicate way to say this.
Dr. Pryce is going through the classic stages of drug withdrawal.
I had no idea how bad his addiction had become.
People rarely do. We should consider this unexpected development a gift,
a kind of cosmic intervention, if you will.
Soon the drug will have released its insidious hold and recovery can begin.
Did you trap him in there on purpose?
What?
How... How can you even suggest such a thing?
You did. You stuck him in there to get clean.
I did no such thing.
A masterstroke. Deeply compassionate.
I've been very worried about him. The self-abuse.
It takes a truly extraordinary man to shoulder a burden like that,
restoring that once brilliant mind to sanity,
no matter the consequences to your own career or reputation.
Dr. Pryce can't do this alone.
He's going to need all the help he can get.
So I guess it'll be up to us to love him through this.
Yes, it will indeed.
Now he should be through the worst of it in... another 24 hours.
So to be clear, there's no contamination?
Only the poison he's got himself hooked on.
Open the door. Now.
- But you just said... - Do what I say
and this little ruse stays between us.
Otherwise, you can kiss your career goodbye.
Hello?
Olivia, you're gonna want to get down here.
Shelley's at your apartment.
- My apartment? - She's with some dude.
- What dude? - I have no idea.
They don't look like they're sticking around,
so you're gonna want to put a little fire under it.
Look, I have an errand to run. You keep him in there until I get back.
Or I'll have your ass on a spit. Are we clear?
- Yes, I think so. - No! Are we clear?
Yes.
Fuck.
This is where it starts. And this is where it ends.
What's that supposed to mean?
Oh, my God.
In just four short weeks,
and a little more than 7,000 of her budget,
Julius made Brianna's wedding washout...
- Fuck. - ...into a wedding wonderland.
Everything about it was just totally magical.
- Julius is just so caring and... - Bye.
This fully mature male Grant's gazelle senses danger.
- But too late. - Mm.
The leopard is already in motion, taking down its prey as the rest...
Who is it?
Surprise!
Hey.
Hi.
Hey.
All right.
What are the streets telling you, cousin?
It was the Croats.
Well, while you were out there confirming the obvious,
me and the pack came up with a plan.
They're all going to be at their shithole social club tonight.
We're going to chain the doors shut from the outside
and torch the place.
- With everyone inside. Cremate them all. - Yeah.
Everyone, huh?
Women too?
Let every corpse be a lesson.
Shock and awe, brother. Shock and motherfucking awe!
Okay.
We hit back.
But we hit back smart. Surgically.
We're gonna take one head: Milan's.
We have to take the same number of lives they took from us.
- No. - That's the law.
- It's gotta be that way. - No!
Just Milan's.
When we wave that prick's head around,
he becomes the symbol for the bloodbath that he caused.
That way, they got no more skin left in the game.
Everyone goes home and moves on with their lives.
Yes?
So you just watched them drive away and you did nothing?
There were two of them, and your daughter is seven feet tall.
I felt a physical confrontation would have been asymmetrical.
- Then why didn't you follow them? - I am following them.
I slapped a GPS tracker on the guy's truck,
and my guy at the DMV is running plates.
They won't get far.
She's taken up with a common thief. An addict, probably.
She'll be completely under his control.
I know junkies, Olivia. This guy didn't fit the bill.
Not by a long shot.
Well, maybe... Maybe he's kidnapping her.
Selling her to God knows who for God knows what.
I didn't get that vibe. She seemed pretty happy.
Because he's got her doped out of her mind on all sorts of drugs.
- Why are you doing this to me? - Nobody's doing anything to you.
It looked like she was having fun. You remember fun.
Stealing her mother blind, you call that fun?
My daughter doesn't know the first thing about... anything.
She doesn't have the sense God gave little chickens.
She's not... planning on coming back, is she?
I was never there for her.
Hi. I was wondering if I might...
Whatever you're selling... magazines, carrot seeds, Jesus...
- I am not interested. - I'm not selling anything.
If I could come in, I'll explain.
I don't let total strangers into my house.
Please...
I'm not feeling well,
not that it's any of your concern, so just...
Remove your fucking hand from my door.
I'm your daughter.
You're insane.
Sunt fata ta, Magdalena.
Who put you up to this?
My father said he never stopped loving you.
He said you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever met.
- His name was Dimitri. - He lied.
Whoever told you that was a liar. They all are.
They tell you something pretty, whatever you need to hear,
but they always leave.
I don't want anything from you.
Except to understand why you gave me up.
It couldn't have been easy.
I heard the stories. You were practically a child yourself.
I didn't come to make your life harder. But I have to know.
This is where I'm staying. Come find me when you're ready.
This town is just full of crazy people.
- That was amazing. - Your turn.
My turn? To do what?
Whatever you want. That stage is a window into your soul.
I can't go up there. The whole idea terrifies me.
Well, then that's exactly the reason to do it.
Run at that barking dog. Make your fears your ally.
I wouldn't even know what to do.
Doesn't matter what you do. Only that you do.
And you have my solemn word,
this is not going on your permanent record.
I can't. I don't even...
Some Emily.
What would the Belle of Amherst think if she knew
you were denying the gift of her poetry, her heart,
to all these gentle folk?
Do it for her.
Speak her words out loud.
You put it that way, I'd be a total Eeyore to say no.
You'll be fine.
I tried to think a lonelier Thing
Than any I had seen
Some Polar Expiation
An Omen in the Bone Of Death's tremendous nearness
I probed Retrieverless things
My Duplicate... to borrow...
...a deletion referred to as V2...
...they did not analyze the presence or the absence...
Johann, please. Talk to me.
Fuck you.
You two have had it in for me since the beginning.
Johann, honestly...
The containment module has been determined to be contamination free.
Thank you for your patience.
The quarantine protocols are terminated.
That was not supposed to happen. He's not through it yet.
Mm.
Doc... the breaker on the diagnostic sensors was tripped,
triggered a warning light on the main panel. I reset it for ya.
That is what's growing inside of me?
Yours will be a little smaller, of course.
I have your scans right here.
And that is...
Oh, that's the host body it was withdrawn from.
Oh. You have no idea how much better I feel.
Well, that's not gonna happen to me. You're gonna fix it.
I mean, you can just... cut it out of me. Right?
Unfortunately, the organism so entwines the brain
and spinal cord that extracting it would almost always kill the patient.
Well, then, chemo? Radiation?
Anything's worth a try, I suppose.
Worst case, you'll just whip up another creature
like the one in the tank, and I'll just, you know, feed on it,
like I did with you-know-who.
Growing another creature would take 18 months minimum.
You haven't got that long.
What are you saying, Johann?
Spivak created this disease.
The rats were test subjects, prototypes engineered to manage their disease
by feeding on their own species.
Well, does that work? Does it fix it if I just feed on other, healthy...
Regrettably, no. From my experience, from my observation,
it just delays the inevitable.
It's pretty much a lose-lose situation.
And you know this, how?
Spivak recorded his plans in great detail using microdot technology.
A quaint encryption trick of the mid-20th century.
They just made everything really tiny and hoped nobody would find it.
It's all there in its original German.
From its repeated references to "Die Welt wird frei von Upirs sein.
Um, making the world upir-free,"
and "Das Pathogen zeigt keine Wirkung an denen ihm ausgesetzen Menschen.
The pathogen doesn't affect human beings exposed to it."
It's abundantly clear that Spivak's development of the LPS pathogen
was and is the primary catalyst for the extermination of all upir.
- Does Roman have it? - Not to my knowledge, no.
Of course he doesn't.
How long before I...
Well, I'd just be guessing, but without treatment,
I'd say a month, give or take.
And, as I mentioned, there currently is no treatment.
Try not to stress.
If there is a cure, I'll find it.
Remember, Pryce,
if I die, my fail-safe plan
to reveal your entire sick sordid past will kick in.
You'll spend the rest of your days a hunted man.
So you'll be needing your peppy pills to keep you very fucking motivated.
Dick... dick...
These...
are...
for you.
'Cause you're gonna own Andreas' pretty soon.
Ooh.
Hey. Not to worry.
It's gonna be great.
Which one of you is Destiny Rumancek?
Oh, my God! Yes, take it off!
Oh, my God!
Doesn't seem like anybody's home.
Shh.
What the fuck is going on?
Finally. Our guests of honor.
We were starting to feel foolish, standing around in the dark.
But here you are.
You like movies, Andreas?
What kind?
Comedies? Scary movies?
Porn?
Do you know what kind of movies I like?
I like comedies. I like porn, but I like comedies more.
You like that, don't you, you filthy bitch?
Yeah, baby, that's right.
Say it. Say it. Say, "Fuck me with that big, fat Gypsy cock."
Say it...
Fuck me with that big, fat Gypsy cock.
Where do you want this big nasty load, baby?
Anywhere you want to shoot it,
you hot fucking Gypsy bastard.
Fuck.
Just make sure to erase this thing after.
I'm not stupid.
I'm just gonna show it to my friend Tiff.
She gets off on this shit.
This piece of shit whore is the daughter you raised, hmm?
Are you proud, Momma? Of the cum jug you gave birth to?
You put your family on a plane and you fly as far away from here as you can.
You understand?
If I ever see your faces again...
I will cut you into pieces and feed you to my dogs.
Let's go.
You got our people killed.
And you were going to take more innocent lives to cover up that?
It ends here.
I need your word.
Come on. Wha...
I let... pussy cloud my judgment.
Every man here knows what it's like.
I made a terrible mistake.
I'm sorry.
You have my word.
Peter! Peter, don't do this.
Please, Peter.
No more takedowns, I promise.
Okay, the pack's yours. You're the boss.
You thought you could join our family?
That I was going to let you ruin my cousin's life?
Oh!
Your cousin will hate you forever.
You fucking coward!
Turning your own blood over to these shitheads.
You cocksucker! Motherfucking cocksucker!
Ah! I'll see you in hell, you filthy fucking faggot!
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