Hemlock Grove (2013) s01e02 Episode Script

The Angel

I didn't kill her.
I figured it was you.
Me? Why would I do it? Why would I? People are saying you're a werewolf.
Do you believe every rumor you hear? Then why are we both here? When listening to all those people, you ever hear of a coincidence? Are you sure it wasn't you? You could try to contain your disappointment.
Then who was it? Bear? Cougar? Creative suicide? It's weird.
I knew her.
I mean, I didn't KNOW HER know her, but but to see her-- parties and stuff.
She liked my car.
It's a nice car.
I also knew your uncle.
He did some kind of work for my mom.
She denies it, but she's so full of shit.
I liked his stories.
The girls would get pretty freaked out, but girls, you know? Yeah, that sounds like Vince.
What's it like? Living like, you know, you people.
I guess there's always something over the hill I gotta see.
What's the story of your sister? - Shit! - It's cool.
It's cool.
Don't run.
Don't run.
It's that Godfrey kid.
You know, it's a school night.
- I'm a night owl.
- What the hell are you doing here? Am I disturbing anyone, officer? You mean other than a dead girl's murder site? - So who's that with you, huh? - It's that punk gypsy.
- Now, what could you two little birdies possibly be hatching out here that we might look upon favorably? - We were having a conversation.
- About what? - The mysteries of mortality.
- OK, come on, let's go.
But my old lady's gonna be a pain in the balls.
You know, on second thought, his old lady's gonna be - a pain in the balls.
- What? - It's true.
- It's true.
Spooky fucker.
How'd you do that? Do what? Dearest Uncle, Time again for you to indulge my prattle, though I suppose I address you as 'Doctor' here, as this correspondence was your professional recommendation.
Now, what's happened since I last wrote? You'd be so proud of me, Uncle.
I followed your advice and asserted myself to mother.
Is that what you want, honey? Salad? No, no.
Her usual will be quite satisfactory.
Darling, you must eat your meat.
To which Roman made an off-colored remark.
Jenny, my most favorite of the staff, with whom he regularly engages in light flirtation, hid a smirk.
- Mother was cross.
- Oh, now, she's just thinking about her figure.
All those cute boys in high school.
Her usual will be quite satisfactory.
I am more than some living marionette who will dance at the pull of her strings.
As you said, I am an intelligent, autonomous individual with valid desires.
And though mother was correct-- my stomach was rumbling its second guess before we got home-- I believe your niece earned some small measure of-- dare she say it?--respect.
Otherwise, I'm finding the transition to high school genial enough.
Of course, tensions remain over the tragedy weeks ago.
Both within the school and without.
Answering violence with violence.
But the attack, it would appear, was an isolated one.
The gypsy boy I referred to continues to favor me with his charms.
The kids at the school say he is a werewolf-- a comment, I assume, on the boy's admittedly excessive body hair.
I do hope he was not involved in the incident at Kilderry Park.
Of course, if I am to live with the decision, I suppose I ought to take care with questions to which I may prefer not to know the answers.
Yours always.
Your daughter's pregnant.
Right there.
Right there.
Uh this isthis is exactly what it looks like.
Did you have anything to do with it? Why thank you, Olivia.
Don't think.
Were you and that walking god complex in any way involved? Norman, you'll really have to be a little more goddamn specific.
Letha is pregnant.
Well, I'm afraid you'll find me inadequate to such a task, and as for Dr.
Pryce, I think we both know his proclivities lie elsewhere.
I am not fucking around here! Lower your voice.
Sit down.
I had nothing to do with it.
Nor, to my knowledge, did Dr.
And frankly, that you would feel compelled to ask would be beyond outrageous were it one iota less mystifying.
Has it occurred to you she might be reluctant to share with her father - the specific circumstances of the fornication? - Reluctant.
Uh, no.
Not reluctant.
She says she's still a virgin.
She says it was an angel.
She said it visited her this summer and she didn't say anything at the time 'cause she didn't want us getting all bent out of shape-- her words--um, but she felt the time had come that she needed our help with the child.
And she took a pregnancy test, so she's not hallucinating that part.
- Has she got a boyfriend? - None lately.
- Been going to church? - When have you known this family to go to church when someone hasn't died? And what's your professional evaluation? Rape.
She was raped, and her mind bricked it over with this fantasy.
The clinical term is psychogenic amnesia.
Have you contacted the police? With what? My suspicion of something that would've happened in July that she won't corroborate? At this point, my hope is to talk her out of keeping it.
Is that for the best? Oh, as opposed to encouraging her to carry to term a child she is convinced is a product of immaculate conception at event could come back to her after an irrevocable decision has been made.
Now, might I ask, what could possibly give you the notion - I have any involvement in this? - Because I honestly have no fucking idea what you would be capable of if you were afraid of losing me.
Where's my t-- I was afraid you meant it.
Last time.
I meant it.
I didn't want this to happen.
This was-- - Spiteful.
- Weak.
We'll agree to agree.
Frightful business, this Pemrose girl.
Your daughter thinks it was a werewolf.
Well, I guess ours both have impressive imaginations.
Still it does hold a terribly erotic sort of appeal, being hunted down and devoured by a savage brute.
Oh, it's enough to give one the shivers.
I meant it.
What makes you think I don't know that? Attention students.
The following announcement is from Miss Fletcher.
In lieu of the Bluebell killing, a list of non-acceptable costumes will be listed on the bulletin board.
Any student not complying will not be permitted to tonight's dance.
Also, there will be a small police presence.
This is only a precaution, but I warn you that students attempting to sneak off the school premises cannot be taken lightly.
Hold it! Cool.
So, you going to this dance? Oh.
Guess there's not much point in me going then, huh? Pfft.
Wolf fucker.
I'm sorry.
Don't be sorry.
You're too pretty.
Get your fucking hands off my sister, man.
Is this funny to you? I'm just - You want a lift home? - Why? Whatever.
Why not? Spent two years of my life in a foreign land Nicolae has the biggest boner in heaven right now.
- He's my grandfather.
- Ah.
We like wheels, us people.
Yeah, my dad used to drive me around in it.
He knew every back road and speed trap for a hundred miles.
My mom would have killed him if she knew the way he would drive with me in the car.
If he hadn't beat her to it.
Where's your dad? Still out for the proverbial pack of smokes, I suppose.
You know, they say that being raised by a single mother makes you more sensitive to, like, chicks and stuff.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Well, I'm a pretty sensitive guy.
What is anybody gonna say Weird.
- What? - I had a dream about that the other night.
You can feel it, can't you? What? Whatever it is that's down there.
The septic tank? Deeper.
I get this feeling sometimes, like something really important is about to happen.
Thanks for the ride.
As an artist, you could use a little development.
You goin'? Ah, I am home.
Medical research is no longer just in the hands of the big drug companies.
At the Godfrey Institute, we're dedicated to making the lives of people better, creating more effective therapies for those in need.
The Godfrey Institute.
Building a healthier tomorrow today.
At least you're done with a that creep Peter.
She had a Tyler moment.
What do you mean she had a Tyler moment? Well, he picked me to play the mirror game in theatre class, and well, I don't know, - we just had a moment.
- Pinkalicious.
OK, how do you even know what a moment is? I've had a moment before.
Mm-mm, the jet at the pool doesn't count.
Will you let her tell her story, you fistula? So, you're playing the mirror game.
And he was pretending to be hitting his golf club, and he was sticking his butt way out, and, I mean, I'm making it sound really dumb, butthe way he was doing it, it was actually really cute, and it was definitely a moment.
I think.
Midnight cherry.
Tyler? Didn't Tyler go out with Letha Godfrey? Then he definitely has a type.
You know, she's the only bigger prude than Christina.
- I know.
- I know, right? - I'm not a prude! This is high school.
- Things are gonna be different.
- Uh-huh.
People can change.
Who says they can't? - Powder brush.
- Absolutely.
It's menses.
- Definitely menses.
- Yes.
- Yeah.
- It's not.
- Yeah, it is.
Which one's this? The Breathe Project.
It's gonna take a lot of elbow grease to clean up the air in this town after what the Godfreys have done to it.
How do I look? You're really going? I'm still me, Dad.
Oh, he's not even gonna come in? It's Roman, Mom.
- Not a date.
- You look perfect.
Thank you.
Love you.
- Bye.
- Buh-bye, sweetheart.
Have fun.
Don't stay out too late.
Of course not.
Listen here, prostitute.
I don't know what you did with my cousin, but we're not leaving until you spill, see.
Good to see you too.
And what are you supposed to be? Unimpeachable.
Fuckin' needles.
Fuckin' needles.
You fuckin' needles.
Fuckin' There's no such thing as a needle that big.
There's no-- Motherfuckers.
They can't take that and then give it back.
I didn't sign up for this! - Watch your tutu! - Watch your own tutu! - Rawr.
- OK, whatever.
We look hot anyway.
- I know.
We're pretty hot.
- Yeah, we're hot.
I know.
- Don't worry, you look good too.
- You look hot, OK? You do.
Is that slutty hippie - Ashley Valentine? How original! - Maybe she was going for regular hippie but Ashley Valentine makes it slutty.
- Girls, you know I don't appreciate that word.
- Really? That's a shame, because you have know idea what deviant acts - she has planned for to-- - Shut up! - Alexa, seriously.
- Dad, I'm Alexa.
- She's Alexa.
OK, 10 o'clock sh-- - Oh, here he goes.
- Right here.
- Ten o'clock sharp, right here.
- Dad, you're so annoying.
No wandering.
An isolated incident's only isolated until it's not, right? OK.
Give it to me.
- Thank you.
Have fun.
- Bye.
- I'm gonna get laid tonight.
- Me too.
Oh, are you looking for your boyfriend Tyler? He's not my boyfriend.
Oh, right, you're probably looking for the other one.
Lying oh so stiff So many lovers In need of organs Wasted bodies Lying oh so stiff So many lovers In need of organs Hey.
- Hey.
- I just wanted to see how you were doing.
I heard that you and Brooke Bluebell were friends.
Fuckin' sucks.
Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here.
Is it me, or is every Tyler a complete waste of conception? So, did you want to come here and talk about cute boys all night, or do you want - to dance? - No.
You're a real fucking sociopath, you know that? I don't even know how that's defined exactly, but it sounds right.
Like, a psycho who doesn't have the balls to go all the way.
Nobody puts Baby in a corner.
What? Nobody puts Baby in a corner? OK.
Dirty Dancing? Is that like Dancing with the Stars? No, it's a You know what, never mind.
Do you want to-- Take me somewhere? Uh, we're kinda on lockdown.
Up for a little jailbreak? Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh So, um, what brings a person as shy as you to drama club? I'm not shy.
I just choose my words carefully.
Well, I guess What was that? What? I thought I heard something.
Anyway, I'm a writer, so I thought maybe it would help me with those words and yes, come out of my shell.
I thought it was, like, a law that all girls had seen Dirty Dancing, so guys didn't look like complete idiots when they use it to flirt.
Sorry, I wasn't actually saying that Fuckin' shit! Hey, let's split.
- Now? - I'm so bored.
This thing is like a kind of suicide.
Come on.
Oooooooooooh Cut the music.
I need your attention! Please maintain order and move to the nearest-- - Snake! - Don't panic! You know, this isn't normally what I do.
I'm actually a writer, and I have a screenplay Beautiful boy.
How wasted you are on women of your generation.
Right back at you.
When I saw you earlier Mmm.
Who are you? Don't stop in the middle of a compliment.
Earlier, when I saw you with your ex, I kept thinking "There is a fucking wrong the universe needs to right.
" I'm sorry, with whom? Your ex-husband.
The president of the WASP society.
I was trying to eavesdrop, mainly to figure out what he possibly could be saying other than begging for you to take him back.
I guess that's why he was crying, the poor guy.
I didn't mean to get all in your shit.
- It's time for you to go.
- Hey, now, look, I-I really-- Don't make me repeat myself.
- Since when? - Since get over it.
- Have a drink like - a civilized person, will ya? - Can we drop it? - We can drop it when you stop being a see-you- next-Tuesday and have a drink! Roman, let it go.
What? Are you pregnant or something? Shut up.
Shut your lying whore mouth.
I was waiting for the right moment, OK? Roman, start the car.
Is it Tyler? No, it's not Tyler.
Now, can you please start the car and stop being such a drama queen? - Who? - I don't want to talk about it - until you start the car.
- Who? You sound like the world's dumbest owl right-- - Who?! - Stop it, Roman.
Stop it! It was an angel.
It was a what? What do you mean, it was an angel? It was an angel.
Literally? It was an angel.
Tell me about it.
How do you explain dancing to a person who has no legs? I have legs that won't quit.
They're adjusting.
Mom's just getting to the point where she can admit it, and Dad wants me to get an abortion.
Holy cow.
He thinks it's all in my head.
But I'm having this baby, so deal with it.
I didn't say anything.
Just deal with it, OK? and clear That you could not stay here You could not see what we saw At night Time won't wait for Either of us Roman, there's something in the road.
What the hell? Holy shit.
- Oh, God.
Is-- - Hey! Hey, you OK? I don't want to see that.
Is he OK? Yeah.
Uh, there's this guy in the road.
I nearly hit him.
I-I think he's schizophrenic or something.
What's your name? miles south of the White Tower.
- Ouroboros.
- Is that your name? - What? My name? - It's OK.
Today I've seen the dragon.
No, it's OK.
It was you.
I don't want to see that! I don't want to see that! I saw that cheerleader! I saw her get killed! Hey! A good lover.
That is the secret.
What's that from? A bad lover? You could say that.
- Upir.
- What's that? They are things that look like you and me, but they are not.
Clothes, smile, beating heart-- these things are only masks hiding the creature beneath.
But the eyes, ah, they show themselves with the eyes.
There is such darkness that it shines.
- Hey.
- Hey.
You do the reading for Pisaro? Nah, I watched the movie.
You know, I can never keep the Brontë sisters straight.
Which one do fat goth girls learn how to masturbate to? Why do I get the feeling that half the reason you talk to me is the way people look at you when you're talking to me? Oh, it's more than half.
The thing is, we don't have the same problem.
Which is? You're only bored if you're boring.
Supermarkets, you know, they're good for the big stuff, feeding the troops, but slim on the finer things.
You know, my cousin Vince used to say that some appetites require a specialty shop.
And with the big-box stores you know, they're getting paid, right? Why tip 'em, right? Call me! "And the angels were so angry that they flung me out, "into the middle of the heath, on top of Wuthering Heights, "where I awoke sobbing for joy.
"That will do to explain my secret, as well as the other.
"I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven.
So, he shall never know how I love him--" Are we passing notes, - Mr.
Godfrey? - Wouldn't dream of it, ma'am.
" as well as the other.
"I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven.
"And if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low, "I shouldn't have thought of it.
"It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now, so he shall never know how I love him" He's coming where?! I don't know.
He asked me if he could.
No, no.
Look, simple questions have two possible answers.
I meant to say no.
But I opened up my mouth and something else came out-- Peter! We've discussed these people! What the hell-- Lynda, he's the only one in town that thinks that I didn't do it! Oh, because he did? I just I have this feeling that something very important is about to happen.
I get it.
I get it, baby.
I get it.
'Cause you've never had a friend.
I hope those balls know what they're doin'.
Come in.
- Hello.
- Hi.
Roman, this is Lynda, my mom.
Lynda, this is Roman.
Are you Hindu or something? The photo's the grandfather, and the statue's Ganesh.
That's the god of new beginnings.
But I don't think Nicolae ever actually knew that, huh? He used to call him Jumbo and ask if what he had between his legs was anything like what he had on his nose.
- He was a real class act.
- Sit.
Milk? Sure.
Honey? - Lactic acid.
- Oh.
Right, right, right.
It does funny things to the tummy.
So, meeting a friend of Peter's.
A first time for everything.
A very good friend, I hope.
What are your plans after graduation? I guess my mom will bribe my way into somewhere decent.
I see.
That's nice.
He gets nervous beforehand.
I have a tranquilizer.
Just a little to wet my whistle.
Thank you.
There's something like blood How many more must die Dead, chewed up in the reeds Does it hurt? You wouldn't notice if a bus hit you.
Are you still you? He's a good boy.
- Old Man River rolls on - He's my handsome little honeybun.
But he knows something is wrong The Mississippi mud is soaked in black blood How many more must die What's the G stand for? Go suck an egg.
- Are we safe here? - Yeah.
Just watch.
- Ah, darn.
- What? I forgot to bring a Frisbee.
Don't joke.
Ugh! Peter? You gotta be fucking kidding me.
I get cranky when the moon is full No, no, no, no hanky-panky when the moon is full Around midnight when midnight struck You left me there out of luck I love you, hate you, I'm so stuck Get cranky when the moon is Full