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(insects buzzing)
(water falling)
U aRe NooOB
(annoyed sigh)
Animals.
(coughing)
Sheriff Sworn. Olivia Godfrey here.
Mm? Yes, yes, quite. And yours?
Well, I hate to be a bother, but I've recently heard reports of trespassers around the mill building... reports just confirmed.
Urban explorers or some such nonsense.
What I'm asking for, Sheriff, are some extra patrols.
Someone may get hurt.
Yes, that would be fine.
♪♪♪
What if Destiny was wrong?
What if the invitation was in Willoughby's car? Or her purse?
What if the moon hits your eye?
What if it was an e-vite?
Then the Order of the Dragon will have to find a new adventure.
Suck a bag of dicks!
I never called us the Order of the Dragon.
Yup.
What's with this guy?
(Peter): I don't know. He's just old.
Gross.
How old's your mom, anyway?
Why don't you ask her that?
What if they don't leave?
What if we stop beginning sentences with those two words?
Hm?
F*ck Penrose.
Hey! We were gonna wait till they left.
Roman!
Asshole. What the f*ck?
Can I help you?
Mr. Willoughby. We're here about Lisa.
This isn't a good time.
Mr. Willoughby.
You're exhausted.
You should really take a nap.
In case you were wondering, cops call this shit breaking and entering.
Was it ever gonna be anything else?
I'm just saying that there's the right way and then there's the foolish way. Don't ever do it that way again.
You're a f*cked way.
Yeah.
Does that hurt?
You wouldn't notice if a bus hit you.
(Roman chuckles.)
All right, let's just do this and get out of here.
In here.
Find anything?
Not yet. You?
Ohhh.
Hippity-hop.
Nice.
Cool.
Roman Godfrey in my house.
Um...
(Peter clears his throat.)
We're looking for some mail that might have come for Lisa.
Why?
We think someone might have killed her.
Oh. Someone like you.
Touché.
Shut the f*ck up--
Are you the ones that dug up my sister?
I don't care. Like that's so much worse than what already happens to you when you die?
Mom's taking Gary to be put down.
What?
Gary.
Mom can't handle having a dog around.
And Dad, he can't handle the thought of having the dog Lisa loved so much being with new owners.
Seems like a bit much for a Boston terrier, don't you think?
It does.
You guys didn't look over here.
Is this what you're looking for? I found it in Lisa's sock drawer when I was looking for leggings.
I thought it was an invitation to a rave, so I begged her to take me, but she wouldn't.
So I looked at her, so f*cking pretty, and I said that I hope she ends up in a dumpster.
OK.
I already showed it to my parents.
They just got pissed. They'd rather believe she was killed by an animal.
It's easier, I guess. "Fun, fun, fun."
What the hell is Castle
Godfrey?
The mill. That's what people call the old steel mill.
All right, thanks. This is... this is very helpful. We should go.
Yeah, mm-hmm.
Why do you care who did this? Why are you looking for him? 'Cause when we find him, he's going to be joining Gary.
I need to know if you're taking this as seriously as I am.
My name is on this.
This thing put my name on this.
Your family's name.
This matters to me as much as it matters to you.
But if you end up in jail, you better reconsider that hair.
I'm just saying.
I'll just point 'em towards your lips.
(laughing): Oh.
(Roman making smooching sounds)
Do you believe everything happens for a reason?
Man, I try not to f*ckin' think about it.
(cell phone notification)
What's up?
Oh, Lynda.
She needs some help back at home.
Water heater or some shit.
We'll reconvene? Go to the mill later?
What, is that a problem?
Man's gotta do...
(Alexa): Yeah, Tyler's gonna love that white streak.
We gotta figure this hair out for your date tonight.
It'll be fine. We're just going to the movies.
That shit just keeps coming back. It's like retarded zombie hair.
I think your hair's really pretty the way it is.
It's what's different about you that's gonna make him remember you.
You've already got all kinds of mystery. Seriously.
That's just my professional opinion.
What.
Ever.
Wow. OK.
Look...
I'm-I'm sorry, but... do you really not know how pretty you are?
The world already has two of them.
We really don't need a third.
What a bitch.
Ugh. Do their tramp stamps match too?
Did that cunt just say that?
That cunt just totally said that.
One for sorrow, two for joy, three for girl, four for boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be... told.
(children screaming)
It's OK, it's OK. It's OK.
She's very... It's all right, she's very nice.
(boy laughing)
(children crying)
Shelley, darling, come on.
Psst!
It's OK.
Remember, Shelley, the cruelty of children is easily ignored.
I finally tracked it down at UT... only college in the world with a library of Romany studies.
Guess it's racist to call them gypsies. What isn't these days?
Mm.
Find what you're looking for?
Rarely.
Well, thank you for your... efforts.
(pop music playing)
Thank you.
(door chime)
So, I did some more digging.
I asked my dad like a million questions about Aunt Olivia--
Whoa, whoa. What is that?
Peanut butter and lime yogurt mixed together with gummy bears and extra M&Ms.
Bite?
Screw it, I say. Bring on the maternity pants.
I mean, I don't know what picture of Dorian Gray you have to hide away for your butt to look as good as Olivia's at her age.
Can you imagine?
Besides, abstinence is way overrated.
What, you don't think she's hot?
Not my type.
And he's a liar.
Anyway, when Olivia was my dad's patient...
What?
Didn't say anything.
OK. Well, I got the sense she had some major problems before Roman was born... after the first baby.
There was a girl before Roman and Shelley.
Her name was Juliet. She died as an infant.
Died how?
Uh, off topic. Go on.
But in the end it was JR who totally lost his grip.
I guess he made some pretty wild accusations about her.
Like what?
Dad wouldn't say. Must have been some serious crazy-person stuff.
There was a suicide letter too.
They found it the next day.
Do you have any idea what it might have said?
I don't know.
I got from the look on his face that it was time to change the subject.
Godfreys have that look down.
(door chime)
Yep. Mm-hmm.
How much do you think Roman knows about where Olivia came from?
Isn't that a better question to ask Roman?
I thought you two were... whatever it is that you call that you're doing.
You keep thinkin', Butch.
It's what you're good at.
So, I'm thinking the Rag & Bone scuba skinnies with, like, a tunic top.
Yeah, that definitely brands earthy yet sorta sexy. Mm-hmm.
Yo.
Attention deficit?
Guys. Baby bump and teen wolf.
(Alexa laughs.)
Better check that fetus for Lyme ticks is all I'm saying.
Or kennel cough.
Mm, I think
I'm developing... reflux disease.
I have to meet my grandmother across the road. - Wait, what?
Where are you going?
You still have to try on...
(Alexa): Christina!
Don't you know them?
What--
(door closing)
What are we gonna do with her?
I don't--
Oh, they just think I'm a werewolf too.
People suck.
Such a talent.
His French verse far more nuanced than his native German. No one described the inanimate as beautifully as good old Rainer.
Ah!
What?
Let me ask you a question.
Do you think you pose a risk to yourself or to others?
I'm asking you because...
I'm thinking about releasing you.
You're gonna send me back out there.
You don't wanna go?
Today I've seen the Dragon.
Yeah... I saw it too.
(chuckling)
Yeah, the f*ck you did.
Well, tell me more about what you see.
It's things that... that aren't right.
What kind of things?
The baby in the blood pouch.
The river glowing red.
A dog hatching out of a big black egg.
A demon with a crown of light.
A needle the size of a sword.
This needle, was it... some kind of drug?
This isn't about goddamn drugs.
This is some evil, unnatural shit that's got no business happening.
You think this is just some junkie bullshit? Heh, ask one of the other guys. See how they're sleeping. I even got a name for you-- saw it on a chart next to mine.
Varga, H.
OK, you talk to H-f*cking-Varga before you sit there and look at me like I'm full of shit. I'm gonna be real nice for you if...
Just get rid of me.
Francis, please. I'm here to help you. I'm...
I'm a doctor.
And I just want to help... someone.
Then make it go away.
(knocking on door)
(door opening)
(woman): Excuse me, Dr. Godfrey, you have an urgent phone call.
(Norman): Feeling better?
Shelley, give Mommy a moment.
Do look more inconvenienced, Norman.
It's terribly flattering.
Why don't you drink this electrolytes concoction?
You're probably just dehydrated.
I'm still feeling... rather lightheaded.
We should get you to the hospital.
No.
No hospital.
I'll be healthy as a horse after a nap.
Hm.
Olivia, why didn't you call your son?
Because I called you. Is that such a crime?
No.
But driving without this is.
You know, when I fell, I had a vision of you striking that man.
It was not unpleasant.
I'm gonna drive you and Shelley back.
And then I have to go.
Do you understand?
No one's expecting more, darling.
Wipe your feet. Stay a moment.
What'd I just tell you?
I've already cancelled two patients.
Mm. Some other hospitals still stand in your absence.
Must be a terrible blow to your ego.
I am gonna call a cab and I'll wait at the corner.
You will do no such thing.
Do be civilized, for Christ's sake.
What's the worst thing you think can happen from waiting inside?
I have to go.
Mm, yes, yes, you've said that.
Olivia, was this staged?
Oh, God. Wouldn't you just love to think so?
As though I would leverage my health and my daughter's safekeeping as a snare for your attention.
You, um, you've been taking the pills?
What bloody business is that of yours?
Well, it is my bloody business if you make it.
(both chuckling)
You are the stubbornest man I know.
Huh.
No one can make you do anything you don't want.
Come inside, darling. Hm?
Not because I want you to.
Hey.
Hey.
Um, your mother fainted at the library.
Are you all right? Why didn't you call me?
I'm... very tired.
Uh, be a dear and run your uncle back to wherever, would you?
Come on, Uncle.
(loud, aggressive music playing in headphones)
(grunting angrily)
(boom!)
(chandelier clinking)
Is she really OK?
How would you say she's doing? In general.
I don't know.
Psychotic?
So, yeah.
(laughing)
How are you doing?
Do you have any idea who might have impregnated my daughter?
If I did, he'd be at the bottom of the river by now.
Unfortunately, I don't know any more than you.
Would you tell me if you did?
Yeah.
Does she seem happy to you? Letha.
As happy as I've ever seen her, I guess.
Do you think that's some kind of... red flag?
Probably just hormonal euphoria.
Ha! I don't know.
I'm watching out for her.
I want you to know that. I always will.
Good.
(pat on the leg)
Good.
Hey, Roman.
Hey.
Muah.
Uh, we ran into each other in town.
So I see.
We got some frozen yogurt.
I had another sick craving.
In your condition.
I can only imagine.
Maybe I had to be there.
I'd better get going. You two keep out of trouble, OK?
Stay frosty.
Thank you.
See ya.
It was just a ride home.
Yeah, got it.
Got a flashlight?
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Bon nuit, mon frère.
(Christina laughs.)
That was possibly the worst movie I have ever seen ever.
Come on. You loved it.
I so did not even.
What do you mean? I saw you laughing in the dark.
Stop it. I was laughing at you laughing.
Oh, sure, OK. Well, why on earth did you pick it?
I did not pick it!
You did.
I-I don't think so.
Your text said, and I quote, "Hey, you wanna check out the matinee of Section 5 tomorrow?
I hear it's amazing."
I have no recall.
You're such a liar.
Well, it was, uh, kind of amazing...ly bad.
(giggle)
You're a dork.
Well, you're on a date with a dork, so what does that make you?
I'll get back to you.
You should expect to receive an offer soon from a firm called Lod, LLC.
(Norman laughs.)
I'm getting an offer?
To buy you out.
(sigh)
(message notification)
"Well, you ordered the wrong paint for the nursery."
God.
Huh.
No one can make you do anything you don't want.
Ha.
(pop rock music playing in car)
You want something?
Um, yeah, I guess, um... cherry coke?
Retro. Nice. You got it!
Thanks.
You are safe.
Remembering you are safe is a positive coping strategy.
(She gasps.)
Scared you?
(catching her breath)
No. Kind of, a little, not really.
Sorry. I know it's not funny.
It's OK. It really is.
Requests?
How does it feel to have your name on everything?
Like a f*cking pimp.
Isn't there somewhere around back we can park this? You know...
Nobody gives a shit what happens out here.
Except us, right?
Cool.
You ever see this place when it was running?
My old man closed it before I was born.
Lots of people died here... workers and shit.
You know when you close your ears, sometimes the sound of your heart is like a little man walking through snow.
Yep.
Hey, what was that, uh, big structure that was outside?
It's a Bessemer converter.
At one point, they made pig iron into money.
Do we have any idea what we may be looking for?
Uh... driver's license, social security card, dream journal...
This is a joke. Left or right?
I don't know. Let's split up.
I'll go this way.
(Roman laughing)
What's up?
Nothing.
You find anything?
No.
Let's go.
You know, it's crazy to think what it must have been like when that thing was up and running. My mom said that when she was a little girl, they couldn't hang their sheets outside 'cause they'd go all black.
I went in there once.
No, you did not.
I did. My friends and I were just messing around on the tracks one day and... we just went for it.
Whoa. What's it like?
I mean, it's... pretty much just big and empty and gross... except for this, like, giant, like, black... cauldron thing they used to make steel in.
They call it a Bessemer.
Double, double, toil and trouble.
Looks like a big black egg with a hole at the top.
It's still there, but now it's on its side, supposedly... you know, cursed or whatever because it crushed someone, and all his guts and intestines spilled out of his mouth, and he was alive all the while, and he was choking on it and...
Oh, my god.
I wanted to check it out, you know?
Peek inside.
I put my head in.
You stuck your head in it?
Well, you know, just... gathering material.
(laugh)
(Alexa) Do it, Chrissie!
(Alyssa): Chrissie, go do it!
Go into it!
(Alexa): Go for it, Chrissie!
(Alyssa): Go, keep going.
Keep going!
(Alexa): Go on, Chrissie, do it! Do it!
(Alyssa): Do it! (Alexa and Alyssa laughing)
Oh, you're really brave.
You're gonna be an amazing writer.
I hope so.
Sorry, sorry. God, sorry.
Just... I-I thought it was cool.
Do you?
OK.
Feeling better?
You summoned.
(He clears his throat.)
What's Pryce up to?
Mm, as long as I'm apprised of quarterlies, I concern myself with as little as possible with whatever it is Pryce does.
My daughter has expressed an interest in pursuing treatment at the institute.
Sensible.
It won't happen while I'm alive.
(She sighs.)
Darling, you're looking at me like I'm supposed to argue something that's none of my goddamn business.
Well, someone had to approve the new obstetrics wing.
Simply an option if she doesn't prefer to give birth in a manger.
What about this bid to buy me out?
Lod, LLC. That's your business.
First I've heard of it.
When you're lying about something
I know that you know, what exactly do you expect me to believe?
In my experience, people believe what they wish regardless of your encouragement.
(He clears his throat.)
Have we exhausted the reasons you can pretend you called me here?
This isn't what you think it is.
Oh.
Mm. My mistake.
Ah. Does that help you get it up these days?
(giggling)
(laughing)
Is it OK?
Is it OK?
♪♪ You're mine ♪
♪ All mine, you can do anything ♪
♪ That you desire of me ♪
(panting and moaning)
♪ Anywhere you go ♪
♪ My heart will guide me ♪
Oh! Oh! I'm coming.
F*ck me.
Oh, oh.
Oh, oh, Norman.
Oh, God. Oh, f*ck.
(gasping)
Ah!
Ah.
♪ Well I go with my heart, can go a little way ♪
♪ I know ♪
(laughing)
♪ I'll never never... ♪♪
What-what's wrong?
What's going on? What?
What's wrong?
Hello, Christina.
(screaming)
Ow! F*ck! What are you d--
F*ck! Stop! Stop! F*ck!
(screaming) Stop! What the hell are you doing?! Stop! Ow! Ow! Stop it!
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Ah! Ahhh!
Ahh! Ahhh!
(siren)
(police radio chatter)
(siren)
I gotta go and pick up some paint.
For the nursery.
No VOC.
(both laughing)
Canar... Canary Linen.
(both laughing)
Why are you telling me this, darling?
I don't know.
(both laughing)
(water falling)
(rats squeaking)
All right, I'm done. Let's get out of here.
We haven't found anything.
Yeah. I'm good with that.
Let's just keep looking.
(rats squeaking)
Aw.
I hate rats.
(metallic clang)
You hear that?
Yeah, do you smell that?
Ugh.
Ugh!
Hey.
Yeah?
What the f*ck is that?
It's... it's Lisa Willoughby.
I'd like to go.
Who the f*ck comes in here?
I don't know.
It's your f*cking mill.
Should we tell someone?
Tell them what?
I dunno.
(siren bleep)
(siren bleep)
Shit!
I'll deal with it.
Just do it, OK?
Don't f*ck around.
You've made your point.
Where?
What are you talking about?
You said you ran into Letha in town. Where?
Jesus Christ! Come on!
Was she helping out with the water heater too?
They're gonna find your car.
You should've told me you were into the pregnant thing.
I could've hooked you up.
Roman, she's your cousin!
I don't like secrets.
(police radio chatter)
Hey, you might as well get your tight ass out here! 'Cause I'm gonna be real pissed if I have to go in there!
XK Douchebag.
Master Godfrey's, if memory serves. Little f*cker.
Just get rid of them.
Please!
Since you said the magic word.
F*ck.
(door opening and closing)
Well, olly, olly, oxen free.
Can I help you gentlemen?
Well, maybe you could start by telling us what the hell you're doing out here.
Well, gee, I was sitting quietly by myself playing solitaire.
I hope wasn't disturbing anyone.
You think we won't run you in, you damn little punk?
Come on, just do it. Do the creepy roofie eyes.
Yeah, what does that say?
We know what it says.
OK, I'll-I'll level with you.
What are you doing?
I was actually jacking off to French postcards of your mother, and, uh, would prefer a little privacy.
So, if you wouldn't mind pissing off and staying away from my property--
Best news I got all week.
Well, you looking at something in there, little pretty boy? Hm?
Oh, you got a friend in there? Huh? At the request of Olivia Godfrey, I'm placing you under arrest for trespassing on private property.
Our mistake. Everyone knows f*ck-face doesn't have any friends.
(cell phone ringing)
Yes?
Mm, yes, this is.
He what?!
No, no, no.
Where are the keys?
(breathing heavily)
(He yells in frustration.)
Why?! F*ck!
What are you doing?! What are you--
(breathing heavily)
What are you doing?
You asshole.
Mil truj.
♪ Tricky anaconda climbing down a rabbit hole ♪
♪ Did you ever wonder where it's gonna go ♪
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