Forever Dreaming :: 02x03 - Luna Rea - Hemlock Grove Transcripts

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Author:	bunniefuu [ 08/08/14 16:10 ]
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[Insects chirping] [Flies buzzing] [Bird flutters off] [Low growling] [Snarls] [Girl panting] [Animal howls] [Growling] [Snarls, yelps] [Growling] [Eerie, melancholic theme music playing] [Clattering] [Gun cocks] OK, I... I... I, uh... Whatever you heard about this place isn't true anymore. I'm not here for that. Well, what are you skulking around at this hour for, huh? You better watch yourself. People don't know you. They'll shoot you soon as look at you. Point taken. You take care of yourself too, OK? Lock your door. Motherfcker. Hey. You don't think this is worth stopping for five minutes to talk about? Five minutes, maybe... stopping, no. The guy from the other dream, his name was Robert Dexter. Fascinating. He fell into a gorge a few days ago. He was carrying his baby. They both died... They both died after we dreamed it! Look, I got my own shit to deal with, and so do you, seeing how you were just at my house whining about your mom. Listen, if you don't give a shit, then why are you here? Look, I had a fcked-up nightmare about something really bad happening near mobile homes and railroad tracks. Next thing I know, I'm on the road. Why, I couldn't tell you. I just want this shit out of my head. You didn't dream about the sign? What sign? "Gone Sis." How about when I get home I'll send you my copy of The Interpretation of Dreams? I just don't feel right about running off and abandoning these people. You're so good at it, though. Have you ever done anything for anyone else, ever? You weren't the only person that lost someone. I was ready to move in, get a job, be a father to her kid! [Tires squealing] [Panting] [Wood cracking] [Exhales] [Wood cracking] [Growling] [Snarling] [Whimpering] [Sirens] [Police radio chatter] What happened? [Man] Looks like a murder-suicide. Oh, Jesus Christ. What the hell are you doing? I don't know. Maybe you can use your special powers of augury to figure it out. I told you it would fck you up. What? Turning against the moon. Come on, that was two days ago. And you've been a dick ever since. Pull up your shirt. Why? Because you've been walking around all stiff. I want to see how bad it is. Oh, shit. It's pretty much gone. Remember when you were 11, you drew on one of Nicolae's grimoires and he was so pissed he punched you? Yeah, it's hard to forget since he broke my nose. He was just drunk. He wasn't drunk. He turned on the luna rea one too many times. Every time, it gets harder to turn back. Your body and your mind don't know what phase they're in. You fall apart mentally and physically. You've already started. It's the distrugere. That's what killed him. And it's gonna kill you too. Well, there's not a lot I can do about it now. You can promise that you won't turn on a bad moon again. Listen, cuz. I promise. Happy? We'll see. Cheers. [Birds chirping] Hey, you. Hey. Your message last night, it was... so sweet of you. I had an idea about your, uh, living arrangements. Can we talk about it? Sure. After you tell me why she was here. We just bumped into each other. She's here about the lawsuit. Maybe if you hang out outside, you can bump into her again on her way back, hmm? Give her another hug. You were never jealous of Marie when I was married to her. You've got to leave this place, Olivia. Why is Pryce keeping you here? Hmm? He's helping me get well. He's playing you. He's treating you like an invalid so you'll feel powerless, so you'll depend on him. And I'm supposed to listen to the man who despises Pryce? You're supposed to listen to the man who's also a doctor. You're not an invalid. You're not weak. You're a beautiful, powerful woman. Hey, kid. I hired an assistant to keep out guys like you. Tell HR to go a little huskier next time. What's going on with you and your mom? Nothing. And I want to keep it that way. She needs you, Roman. She had a close call. Whatever it is, I urge you to move past it, because when you lose somebody, there are no do-overs. Good to know. [Phone ringing] Yes? Be right there. [Keypad beeping] [Phone vibrating] Hey. Hey. It's, uh, the tow truck guy, Peter. Oh, Peter. I thought it was one of the many other tow truck guys I know. Heh. Uh, so, I called some salvage yards, I found you a cheaper brake light assembly. How much cheaper? Uh, 200 bucks. It's over in Stonycreek. Oh, yes, that is such a relief. When will it be ready? Uh... Your cousin said you were stressed. That is one major tension knot. Sorry, what'd you say? Just one sec. That is what you really need. You ought to give up this, uh, monk thing. YOLO, my friend, huh? Find love. Hey. Listen, do you mind if I come with? It's like an hour's drive. Not like I've got anything better to do. And the butler here is giving me the creeps. Yeah, I'll be over in 15. Cool. Bye. [Andreas] Listen to my advice. Meeting Destiny turned me into, like, a... a different person. You're my role model, Andreas. Holding 300 patents, Godfrey Industries has revolutionized long-distance, even trans-global, surgery. A Godfrey-Industries-trained surgeon in Pennsylvania performed a laparoscopic stomach surgery on a 35-year-old male in Dublin, Ireland. The surgeon controlled the incisions by operating an external console. What can I do? Uh, sorry. There weren't any calls, so I thought I could... What else? Um... th... that video, um... I watched it. I want the walkthrough of Pryce's lab. I'll try his office again. Element of surprise. [Rapid beeping] [Elevator dings] The retro-viral lottery, this is adverse state to the polypeptide... [Pryce] Yes, doctor. We will need time to run more tests. [Door closes] So, is this the first time a customer has ever asked for a ride along? Yeah, but it's great, 'cause I'm making her pay for lunch. [Both chuckle] So, uh, what have you been up to? Just, oh, sitting around in that house. You've been hanging out with Roman? Meaning? Meaning hanging out? I don't know. Why are you so interested in him? I'm not. Then why are you so not interested in him? I was just making conversation. Did you two date the same girl? Or... each other? [Radio playing quietly] We... were friends, and we had a falling out. Over what? He's just not someone you should trust, OK? Sorry. You brought it up. [Peter sighs] [Phone ringing] Yeah? You have received a collect call from the Hemlock County Department of Corrections. Please press 1 to accept the charges. Just... just give me a sec, OK? Hi. Oh, it's so good to hear your voice. What? No, no. Lynda. Lynda. Lynda. Everything's gonna be OK. Yeah, and she's the best lawyer in the state. Then I'll find the best lawyer in the whole country, OK? OK. Good. Wherever you are, I'm with you. I miss you. I love you. Everything OK? Yeah, it's just some bullshit I had to deal with. [Classical music playing] Symphony 39 in E flat. Written in the summer of 1788, along with No. 40 in G minor and No. 41 in C major. Took Mozart three months to write one major masterpiece and two minor ones. Three months. And you can't even deal with one teenager. I don't know what "deal with" means. But the reason I didn't kill Roman is because I couldn't find any evidence he murdered my sister. I've known Roman all his life. He is a clinical psychopath. I'm not gonna take out some kid just on your say-so, especially when you and your order got your own agenda. What's your deal with the White Tower, anyway? Why does the Order of the Dragon want to own half of a genetics company? God is diversifying his portfolio. Any other suspects? Yeah. I'm going to find and kill... sorry, deal with... whoever's responsible, only when I know for sure. Whatever you think you know about Hemlock Grove, whatever your sister might have told you, know this: you don't know a damn thing. And when you walk out that door, you lose my protection... both financial... and otherwise. [Rattling] [Gasps] Are you OK? [Door creaking, closes] Yeah. So? Did you sample the Sebzilla, Mr. Beaumont? Oh, I most certainly did. Awesome, right? That shit was outlaw, yo. Who knew gypsies could be chemists? Oh, I don't know, Richie. That's basically like a racist assumption. Really? Name me a gypsy chemist, Dom. Why don't y'all try it again? Uh... It was pretty intense. Humor me. [Richie] Ow! Hehe. Ooh. This shit stings, man. It's so worth it, bro. No doubt, no doubt. I realize, Mr. Beaumont, um, I've been battling depression on account of my sister's lupus and so forth, but I honestly think my experience with the SEB helped me get perspective. Dude, shut the fck up for a second. You feeling anything? Yo, why ain't this shit kicked in yet? Exactly. Does a body good. [Elevator dings] Dr. Pryce? Yes. Will you sign your book for me? Absolutely. Uh, how do you know my work? I don't. I just wanted you to get the service of process. We are... So sorry. We know we fcked up, and we'll make it up to you. Uh... [Shot of air] [Pig hitting the ground] We'll get you the money back. See that you do. I obviously have a lot of anger, but I'm trying to let it go, because it's toxic. Truth is, Norman and I should have broken up years ago. Just take care of him. He's a good man. That's very mature and rational of you. It's the right thing to do. So... I forgive you, and I hope you have a good life. Forgive me? Uh, for what, if you don't mind me asking? Norman left me for you. After your marriage broke up. After. And you don't think that you sleeping with him for a decade maybe had a little something to do with that? If I had wanted Norman to leave you earlier, trust me, he would have. Oh, so you held back? You were morally superior holding off on wrecking our home. Go home, Marie. Or what? I already lost everything... my marriage, my child. What are you gonna do to me? I have dead daughters too. Get over it. Get out of my house. Maybe that's all I have, are memories of my dead daughter. But what do you have, Olivia? A boyfriend who's gonna leave you when he realizes what a terrible person you are. A dead daughter of your own... a sweet girl who always loved you, but you treated her like a freak. And a disturbed son who hates your fcking guts. And if no one else has anything else to add, then I' happy to say we're finishing up early for once. I have something to add. [Pryce sighs] Yes? What have you got hidden in the basement? Time machine? Meth lab? Alien autopsy? You're welcome to come down anytime and look around yourself. I did. A couple of hours ago. I got out of the elevator, and I saw you and Miss Chernobyl walking down the hall. You turned the corner, then... poof. Gone. You were spying on him? That's the only way of getting information out of this guy. Sidebar. You're flailing. If you came up with the votes to get rid of me, I would walk out with the entire research department. All you'd own is 50% of an empty building in a bullshit town. Bitchin' loft space. You sure you want to talk about locked doors? Hidden rooms with their secret contents? And this from a man who literally lives in a glass house. You might want to remember who signed the baby's death certificate. Now, I'm no lawyer, but that sounds kind of malpractice-y, no? A not-so-gray area as to its legality. See you at the proxy fights. Oh, fck him! We'll own him once he realizes how much he needs us. Do you not remember what happened when I gave Olivia her first treatment? She almost fractured my skull. I was begging in slurred words for her not to kill me. Now, until Roman's need is unbearable, he will not accept what we show him. He will be angry and he will take it out on us. You and I both have our reasons to keep peace with Olivia. I'm quite happy with how she's kept her side of the pact over the years. But at heart, she and her boy have no more control over their appetites than angry dogs. I am trying the leash. Some dogs need to be put down. Centrifuge malfunction. Come with me. I have a new project. I like new. Research tool. An enzyme inhibitor to knock out clotting factor nine. As soon as possible, and off the books. The effect of this drug on an organism would be to induce acute hemophilia. Like an atom bomb going off in the bloodstream. I brought you here because of your hematology expertise. I am just questioning its application. Then stop questioning. Makes life so much easier. I need it by the end of the week. Research tool. Who's Lynda? It's my mom. Is she OK? She's in jail. What for? Some stuff she didn't do. Some stuff she did do. All those years on the road, she did some things that weren't so smart. But I did too, so... She doesn't deserve this. I'm gonna get her out. Well, it sounds like you're doing everything you can. You know what we should do when we get back? What? A tarot reading. Give us some guidance. What? Oh, wait, you weren't kidding. Oh, no, yeah... I know most card readers are idiots or crooks, but my cousin, Destiny, she actually knows what she's doing. Destiny? What? Hey. Destiny? So? Oh, I wasn't lying. This isn't some sort of "get the girl back to my place" thing. Peter, do you really think I came here for a tarot reading? Your eyes are... I know. You OK? Yes. Totally. Um... I just get emotional sometimes. It doesn't mean anything. I love this mattress. My ex had this stupid futon. It felt like it had dead cats in it. Great. Now I'm the girl who's talking about her ex while in bed with... It's fine. Do you still talk to yours? No. That bad, huh? She died. Oh, God. Maybe this was a bad idea... No. No. I want you to stay. Mommy, can I have a treat? Yes, inside. Can I have two? Nice try, but no. You live here, ma'am? Is everything all right, officer? We got a call. Prowler in the area. Just lock your doors and set your alarm. You should be fine. OK. Thank you. It's not illegal to be a fierce and ravishing warrior goddess. I was born this way, you motherfcking bitches! We're not arresting you for being anything. We're arresting you for taking a dump in the middle of Hemlock Ave. Sleep it off, Jackie. This is discrimination. Don't f*cking touch me! Get your hands off me. He still in there? Yep. You don't find him weird? Weirder than our last sheriff? The guy who lost his mind and blew himself up with a bomb he was building in his basement? I'm just saying, he's making us look bad, staying so late all the time. I mean, what's he doing in there, anyway? [Exhales slowly] [Baby crying] [Crying stops] [Doorbell] Uh, the white mask from the dreams. That guy. I... I think... he killed the family, the one at the gorge, and he killed a woman and her kid last night, and... and the kid on the tricycle, he's gonna run him over. So what are you saying? A psycho in a freak mask is walking around killing people? Yeah, but he's making them look like accidents. Why? I don't know. That's why I'm standing in the last place that either of us want to be right now. The kid on the tricycle, he was looking up at something. If we could figure out what that was. What do you want? All of last year, Destiny kept telling me to pay attention to the dreams, and I didn't. That's why everything went bad. Well, if you're trying to make up for skipping out on me like a coward, then duly noted. I was a coward. It wasn't even about the people who trashed my trailer. I just didn't want anything to remind me of Letha, of everything that I lost. You were my only friend. And I shouldn't have abandoned you, and I'm sorry. All right. Peter. The thing the kid was looking at... It was a plane... old-fashioned, biplane, whatever, pulling a green banner, flying really low. Good luck. I got you a drink. Let me. Wow. You're thirsty. The things on your hands are dirty. I can make new ones out of Mom's t-shirt. I can help. Look. The doctor said he could cut it off. Mom doesn't want to pay for it. I like it anyway. It's my toe. I named my toe. We could name your fingers. This one's Shorty. No, Stumpy. This one's... Bloody. This one is Gooey. These two are Squishy. What's going on? Oh. You cannot do this, Olivia. You can't text me to drop everything, have me rush over, and then ignore me! I'm not doing it anymore, not after everything that I have been through! Baby, what's wrong? [Softly] No. No, no, no, no. Don't cry. Sweetheart. I love you. Don't cry. I'm planning something special. No rush, no pressure. I got these open tickets to Buzios. It's this town in Brazil. The most beautiful beach in the world. I went there in college. Somehow I never made it back. Well, you know, Marie, she was never much of a traveler. I've got to pee.

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