(gasp)

It was quite a night you had out in 433 Friday, Mr. Pullman.

Can we take a moment for you to elaborate on what you meant when you said you'd been killed.

What the f*ck it usually mean?

Heh. Well, you're sitting here right now.

They brought me back.

How'd they pull that off?

Cardio-cerebral resuscitation.

Can you tell me about ouroboros?

Where'd you hear that?

(Pullman coughs.)

Something you mentioned repeatedly. Can you tell me its significance... to you?

Where does the soul go?

That's why they killed us.

The plan. It's all in their plan.

But this... it's not right.

It's not right that now we have to see these things.

I don't want to see.

Nice one, jerks.

You gave me a real scare there.

She sure looks real.

Baby, you sure look a little pale.

Do you need... mouth to mouth?

I'm having difficulty following,

Frances.

I see things.

What do you see, Frances?

You sure have pretty lips.

(gasp)

(scream)

Who else is gonna die?

♪♪♪

(train horn in the distance)

(insects chirping)

(crow cawing)

(frogs croaking)

Good morning.

Thank you.

(Lynda clears her throat.)

So, how was it?

What?

Something was out there.

A scent.

Of what? Milk-Bone?

(He laughs.)

Something bad.

Look, last night, you and my mom... you're the only ones who know. I need you to keep it that way.

Who would I tell?

Scout's honor.

All right.

I'm gonna go home and change. Should I pick you up later?

Hm. Poor thing.

The turn, it really takes it out of him.

Coffee?

School.

Right.

Roman, Scout's honor.

Yes, ma'am.

Sweet boy.

(Their voices echo slightly.)

This is one of the only rivers in the world that flows north.

It confuses the birds.

They say that birds can see the magnetic fields of the earth. That's how they know where to migrate.

What do you think it was that brought us here?

Is that blood?

Yeah.

Long story.

Stupid-ass birds!

Are you OK?

We're in this together.

Holy f*ck!

(beastly roaring and snarling)

(insects chirping)

(train horn in the distance)

(police radio chatter)

Tom.

Norman.

Thanks for meeting me.

Something on your mind?

I got an odd call this morning from the state psychiatric board inquiring about Pullman's condition.

They were asking jurisdictional questions about his transfer to Hemlock Acres.

And that's odd because...?

You don't get that kind of call without a push.

The only folks around here with that kind of clout are your friends at the White Tower.

I don't have friends at the Tower.

(police radio chatter)

Right.

Look, I'm probably over-thinking it, but... you know, you did me a hell of a favor, and I thought you deserved a heads-up.

I appreciate that.

[Sheriff? Dispatch. They've found another body.]

(alarm clock buzzing)

(alarm switched off)

(sigh)

God damn it.

He wants you to be strong.

Are you leaving?

I want to make morning mass.

Why do I do this to myself?

All you know how to do is take.

(church bells pealing)

Jesus, Clementine. I can smell it on your pores from here.

This from an Irishman?

As someone who likes to think of himself as a surrogate father to you, I reserve the right to get hennish.

I think you know my attitude towards father figures.

I'm sorry for not returning your calls.

So you should be.

Do you have any idea of the risk of hypertension for men my age?

You need some help getting up on that cross, or did you bring a ladder?

(He laughs.)

I hear Michael's in town.

I heard the same thing.

Just ask.

Have you seen him?

He hasn't contacted me.

The feeling is mutual.

So there's nothing for me to worry about?

If there was something for you to worry about, you'd know before either of us did.

If that's a no, that's good to hear.

Good to hear.

In other news.

This one's going to be painful, even for you.

[This is Car 2 responding to the wild animal report at, uh, Hastings and 3rd.]

[Officer Brady, see the woman, 325 Park Vista.]

[Potential prowler.]

[Dispatch, this is]

[Tilson. I'm entering the alley behind the Feed and Grain. Possible animal sighting.]

[We've got some scared people downtown today.]

You got something more pressing than the 10,000 calls still coming in?

Sorry, Sheriff. I... I was on the patch but... it's been a f*cked-up month.

That it has.

Sheriff?

I'm from Fish and Wildlife Service.

You guys get badges?

That's what the badge says.

Dr. Chasseur.

Sheriff Sworn.

They said you were headed our way.

I wish it was for fishing season. We're a little light on PhD's around here. Drunk and disorderlies, domestics we can handle, but this is a little... out of our jurisdiction.

Happy to help. I've seen it all before.

Sorry to hear that.

People in town are scared.

They should be.

And Lisa Willoughby was found in more or less the same condition as Brooke Bluebell.

Emphasizing "less".

Bite patterns indicate it's the same animal, but the body's left out there too long to tell what species.

But, based on the condition of Bluebell's car, had to be a big one.

No sign of the rest of her?

What you see is what we found at the scene.

Given the lack of evidence of violent struggle, the body's condition of exsanguination... we are to believe that the animal deposited her here?

It seems that way.

Yet leaving no trail to the site of the actual killings.

As with the Bluebell killing, no tracks were discovered at the scene.

Well, it's a good thing I'm wearing sensible shoes.

Hey. Hey, sweetheart. It's OK.

You can tell us. We're your friends.

Us freshmen, we... we gotta stick together.

Come on. What'd you eat first? I mean, I know what I'd eat first.

See? It's not so bad.

Who tasted better?

Gotta be Brooke, right? I mean, she was good to go.

Did you do it fast or slow?

Grunt once for "fast".

Dude, now you're being a dick.

But seriously, who's next?

Class of '17, pinky swear, we're cool. We won't say shit.

F*ck.

(Roman): Hey.

Sorry. I don't know what's wrong. She just started crying and shit and... - Shh, shh, it's OK.

We were trying to figure out what's up, you know?

Kiss him.

What?

Kiss his pretty little mouth.

(girl): Oh!

(students laughing)

(students laughing)

Get the f*ck out of here!

(girl): I can't believe he did that!

(door opening)

Everyone's scared shitless.

Are you sure it wasn't you?

I never go out on an empty stomach. Also, f*ck you.

Well, maybe you don't remember doing it. Maybe you blacked out.

I mean, why else would you show me the transformation?

Maybe you want to get caught.

Jesus.

Here. Smoke this.

It wasn't me.

I know.

Vargulf.

What?

Vargulf.

A wolf will only attack if it's hungry or if it's provoked... if it's normal. A vargulf is a wolf that's gone insane.

Insane how?

It doesn't eat what it kills.

That's not the way. It's like a disease.

You sure that's what this is?

How?

I could smell it. That night at the park.

You can tell a whole life by a scent--sex, health, f*cking needs.

This wasn't like anything. This was just anger.

Is it someone you know?

I never knew any others except Nicolae.

But this is a strange town. You can feel it on your balls.

So, I guess we find him now.

Who?

The... the vargulf.

Why?

To make him stop.

Have you heard of the Order of the Dragon?

It was a group of knights from the Crusades.

My mom used to tell stories.

I've always wanted to be a warrior.

I see things sometimes.

I hear these whispers, but I don't always know if they're real or not. I need to do something.

I know.

What are you talking about? You just told me--

Roman, maybe this is something you should be discussing with your guidance counselor.

The f*ck is that supposed to mean?!

It means no! I know it's not a word you're used to hearing, but no. I'm sorry.

Sorry?! Hey!

(door opening)

(door closing)

(Tom): The girl who found the body, Christina, best friends with my daughters.

It's really messing her up.

(insects chirping)

(police radio chatter)

Weird.

Can we, uh... be of any assistance?

There are no tracks... aside from what I take are your tracking dogs.

Soft pads...

(snarling)

...clipped nails.

Isn't that what we said?

No, you said none were found.

A real tracker can trace a man's steps through a city from a helicopter.

I can tell you a girl under a hundred pounds came from that direction at a relaxed pace, ran off in a state of distress.

This print was made by a Caucasian male, approximately 200 pounds; at some point suffered an injury to his left knee.

How do you know Caucasian?

It's Pennsylvania.

What I can't tell you is what kind of animal left Lisa Willoughby here or what direction it came from.

Of course, there's been nearly a week for the tracks to degrade, but... we're still talking about an animal of sufficient size to drag a 60-pound load an unknown distance.

And that... officers... is very weird.

In your experience, why would an animal do that?

In my experience, it wouldn't.

Kind of goes against the grain of being a predator.

My cat drags creatures home all the time.

It's not your turn to talk when you're not holding the retard stick.

He's right.

The only logical motive for it to be left here is if it was meant to be discovered.

A trophy.

I'm sorry... what kind of animal has a motive?

It's necessary for a predator to anticipate the evasions of its prey in advance, requiring a basic theory of mind.

So one that's capable of empathy.

(phone ringing)

Hey.

Hey, you home?

[No, I'm at the, uh, OBG.]

The what?

The gynecologist.

No jokes. Baby date.

You there?

Yeah.

[What's wrong?]

I just, um...

Letha Godfrey?

OK. They're playing my song. I gotta go. 'K.

We're ready for you.

And how are you today?

I'm good, thank you. How are you?

(bell tolling faintly)

Do you want to get lunch at the club?

Are you sure you have time?

Yeah.

She has irises.

And yes, I know I'm being a feminist in calling her "she".

I wonder what color her eyes are.

I think I need some air.

(window opening)

(blues music playing quietly)

(He drums on the bar.)

Got a happy hour?

Just missed it.

My luck.

ID?

Can do.

Whiskey, please. Straight.

Coming up.

Sheeit.

Hey. Can you do me a favor? Come down to the bar.

Yeah, he's here.

OK.

(police siren in the distance)

(woman): I can't believe we're doing this.

I... this is... Yeah, well, hey, this is what you wanted to do, so--

Yeah, it's what you wanted to do. Yeah.

So let's try something new.

No, we're gonna do it, yeah.

And open, OK? Let's just be open.

All right, this is just not...

(skirt bells jangling)

(funky music playing quietly)

I first made my vows to the goddess 6,000 years ago.

And over various lifetimes and incarnations... I have served her as priestess, sorceress, and healer.

I've bathed in the flames of Ishtar and Babylon and danced for Diana in Corinth.

My name is Destiny... and...

I will be your sacred whore.

(woman laughs.)

It's OK to laugh.

Laughter makes us like children. Also, feel free to look around.

I'm assuming this is your first time.

Yeah, you could say that.

(woman laughs.)

Good. I love when couples are openhearted enough to come to me.

Or, as is often the case, the woman lost a bet.

No, actually.

Nope.

Well, either way, I bring them grace, healing, compassion, caring, communication, and intimacy.

But, before we get to the fun stuff, I have to ask one question. This is a pure process which involves channeling mysterious and powerful forces that put me in personal danger.

Are you on or near your moon?

No. No.

Oh. No. Nope.

Good.

(Destiny retching)

(object crashing to the floor)

(Woman screams.)

(man): Jesus Christ!

(Woman screams.)

Oh, my god!

Oh, my god! Oh, shit!

(Destiny retching)

W-We-- We're so sorry. Here, it's everything I got.

Just take it, take it.

Leave and never come back!

Hey, sweetie. Let me just get cleaned up.

Yes. Suckers.

It's not your problem.

The vargulf is dangerous but short-lived.

It's like... any other disease.

It only gets stronger until it consumes you.

So he's gonna kill again.

Mm-hmm. He won't stop... until he destroys himself, which really in the end is what he wants the most.

This isn't mild-mannered Bruce Banner.

This is Norman Bates. Just... stay out of the way and let nature take its course.

But... I mean, theoretically... there's no way to help him even if we knew who it was?

Have you been sniffing rubber cement?

Why are you talking like this?

I'm just saying, if we knew who it was.

Well, then yeah. I'd put a bullet between his eyes before the next turn.

Hm.

Hm.

What are you not telling me?

There's this upir.

What?

He's this kid at my school, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't even know it.

You've asked him?

Jesus Christ! No, I haven't asked him. But he's confused.

I would know if he was bullshitting me.

I don't know, he's... trying to be the good guy or something.

What the f*ck are you and an upir having a heart-to-heart about good guys and bad guys for?

Do you think I'm just blood capsules and parlor tricks?

Hey! You're my cousin and I love you, but do not make me go in there.

He knows.

How much does he know?

He was there for the last turn.

What the f*ck, Peter?!

The one thing that you don't ever, ever tell anyone with your feet on hot coals you only let an upir watch?!

You were not there.

I certainly wasn't.

There's this thing.

I don't know.

We have the same dreams.

I had a dream about that the other night.

Oh, my god.

What?

Oh.

Sweetie.

You've never had a real friend before.

Look...

Run.

Run before it's too late for you.

Two girls brutally mauled and killed. Now Hemlock Grove police are asking the public to report any unusual activity...

Good-looking girls.

F*ckin' tragic.

...the latest details and breaking news at 10...

What a world, huh?

What a world.

(blues music playing quietly)

(glasses clinking)

(billiard balls colliding)

(men talking)

(Man clears his throat.)

You know what? Um...

I have a great idea for you.

Why don't you move over there?

There's a kids' section, so, you know... nice spot.

I'm good.

Well, you're too close.

And I appreciate you moving.

Whatever he's having, on me.

In fact, another round for the house.

No.

Nobody needs your f*cking money.

My brother lost his house because of your father.

Oh.

Have him call me. I have extras.

(He clears his throat.)

Why don't you tell your brother to be a f*ckin' man, huh?

(door opening and closing)

Do it.

Hit him.

Come on, darling.

Do you remember the story I used to tell you of the Emperor Moth?

Just a little thing.

A naturalist once came upon the cocoon of this rare creature, just as it was struggling to emerge in its new form.

He watched as it writhed and labored terribly to shed its shell.

And then the neck of the cocoon split. It seemed to gain no progress.

Unable to witness such a thing of beauty suffer so... the man produced a blade and cut it free.

He cradled the new moth, waiting for it to spread its fine wings.

But the wings were undersized.

Its colors dull and ordinary.

Spared the struggle that would have developed them, The moth could now only crawl on thin legs... and soon died.

Hate me if you must, but you are an emperor.

(Roman retching)

(baby crying inside)

Hey there.

Hi, Tom.

Chrissy, there's somebody I want you to meet. This is Dr. Chasseur and she's here to help out the department for a bit.

About the dead girl.

What are you a doctor of?

Predatorothology.

So you're like Hannibal Lecter but for animals?

Yeah, I suppose you could think of it that way.

Is it weird that this is your job when you're a girl?

I mean, I don't mean to be a jerk or anything, but... well, I'm a novelist, so it's important to me to understand people's motivations.

Of course. And to answer your question, yes. And when I was a kid, I was more interested in my brother's dinosaurs than Barbies.

I knew the bite pressure of a great white shark, the vertical leap of a Bengal tiger.

It just seemed way more important to me than girl stuff, you know?

A lot of girl stuff seems... frivolous to me.

Do you believe in evolution?

Oh. You certainly are observant.

Uh, yes.

Personally, if I took the trouble of creating the world, I wouldn't make a condition of believing in me not believing in dinosaurs.

But aren't faith and science basically irreconcilable?

Yeah... it can sure feel that way sometimes.

(person practicing piano inside)

Well, aren't I lucky to be talking to the next great American novelist?

Hm? You know, 'cause the reason I wanted to speak with you is to see if those powers of observation noticed any... evidence of the animal that did this.

(Christina screams.)

I'm sorry if this is upsetting to you, but you are the only person who encountered the area in an uncorrupted condition.

So... do you remember seeing any paw prints?

Any dragging marks in the leaves?

No.

He didn't... leave anything like that.

He?

Hm.

Waste not, want not.

(Lynda): Hurry up!

We gotta get out of here.

Yeah, yeah!

Gotta run.

Shit.

(Lynda): You know the drill.

Short and sweet, OK?

Peter Rumancek?

(Peter): Yes?

I'm sorry to bother. We won't take up much of your time.

Just have a few questions, if it's not imposing.

Yes, sir.

I'd shake your hand, but they seem to be occupied.

Hm. Very hirsute young man, aren't you?

Well, you'd have to tell me what "hirsute" means, ma'am.

It means, and forgive me for saying, but, uh, furry.

Oh! Guilty, ma'am.

Peter, I'm Dr. Chasseur.

I'm a special agent with the US Fish and Wildlife Service.

I didn't realize I was that hairy, ma'am.

No. No, no, no.

I just, uh, well...

(purring)

Hello.

(meow)

Hey.

You moving in or out?

(train horn in the distance)

Around, I suppose.

Bit of a rambler myself. Can you guess what brought me here?

Do you want me to, ma'am?

Heh.

(baby talk): I'm here about the animal attacks. Yes. OK?

Any theories yourself on that score?

No, ma'am.

But I've heard some pretty good ones.

Bet you have.

I don't suppose you are by any chance a werewolf, Peter?

I beg your pardon?

When the moon is full, do you walk in the skin of a wolf?

(laughing): No, sir.

Ma'am. No, ma'am.

Good. Well, now that's settled.

Can I possibly ask why, ma'am--

Do you know Christina Wendell?

Yes, sir.

You know she was the one who discovered Lisa Willoughby?

Yes, ma'am.

Can you think of any reason she might have to think you were a werewolf, Peter?

Well, because I told her, ma'am.

Any particular reason you told her?

Because she asked me.

Any particular reason she asked?

My middle and index finger are the same length.

This is an attribute of werewolfism?

Well, she seemed to think so, ma'am, but I'm really not an expert on the whole thing.

So you continue to deny all werewolf allegations.

Yes, ma'am. There's no such thing, ma'am.

Hm. Do you really believe that, Peter?

I thought it was a scientific fact, ma'am.

Proving a negative is misuse of both the term "science" and "fact", But I thought it was just this close to scientific fact, ma'am.

Are you aware of the term "clinical lycanthropy"?

No, ma'am.

It's a condition. It causes a subject to believe that he or she is a werewolf and then act accordingly.

Well, it takes all kinds to make a world, ma'am.

Did you know either Lisa Willoughby or Brooke Bluebell?

No, ma'am.

What were you and Roman Godfrey doing in Kilderry Park, at night, just after the Bluebell killing?

We were catching fireflies, ma'am.

Does Roman Godfrey think he's a werewolf?

I don't have his power of attorney.

Hazard a guess.

I would guess not.

(meow)

Cat person?

All creatures great or small, ma'am.

(purring)

Well, thank you for being so open with us, Peter. Very polite young man.

Silly questions, I know, but hope we get to speak again soon.

Well, you know where to find us.

What are you gonna do?

We can't leave.

(vehicle starting)

Gypsy racist bullshit. Here you go.

♪♪♪

♪ Drive on, drive on ♪
♪ My special one ♪
♪ Don't you stop till you know you're gone ♪
♪ Your sister and me have a set of keys ♪
♪ Don't you worry your head about a thing ♪
♪ Drive on, drive on ♪
♪ My special one ♪
♪ Don't you stop till you know you're gone ♪
♪ Drive on, drive on ♪
♪ My special one ♪
♪ Don't you stop till you know you're gone ♪
♪ Your sister and me will keep your place clean ♪
♪ So it shines when you finally come home ♪
♪ Drive on, drive on ♪
♪ My special one ♪
♪ Don't you stop till you know you're gone ♪

Yes?

Is Roman here?

Oh, may I ask who's calling?

It's Peter.

Hmm. He's never mentioned you.

We share the same English class.

And this is in regard to...?

Study group.

Oh.

Wuthering Heights, is it?

So, tell me, then: gypsy orphan Heathcliff: Byronic hero or proto-Marxist class warrior?

I'm still on chapter one.

Yes. I suppose you are.

It doesn't end well for him.

Well, I'm afraid Roman isn't home at the moment, so I will tell him you stopped by. Uh, Paul, was it?

It's Peter.

(He clears his throat.)

Yeah, well, nice to meet you, Peter.

You have a caller.

Yeah?

We need to talk.

Yeah, well, maybe this is something you should be discussing with your guidance counselor, huh?

Maybe I will.

What's the big deal?

The Wendell girl totally flipped out. They aren't going to be taking it seriously.

It's not that simple. All right, this woman is what she says she is like a Mexican hates fireworks.

What is she?

She's a digger.

The only people who really know what you are are your mom and me.

And I know how to button up!

That's not why I'm here.

So what are you afraid she digs up?

Nicolae.

He's still alive?

No, but if she goes deep enough, she's gonna find out.

What?

Nicolae was a killer.

He killed one of our own.

That's where this comes from. It stands for "Garjo". "Outsider." Nicolae stood outside of all worlds and I stand next to Nicolae.

So what?

It's in my blood.

Blood stains.

What, she's gonna dig up a body

5,000 miles and 70 years away?

She doesn't need to. All she needs is a scent.

My people have gone away for a lot of years for a lot less.

Who do you think this Chasseur really is?

It doesn't matter. All that matters is not putting me in a cage.

It's too late for me to run now.

So, what, then?

We do what you said.

We find the vargulf and we stop him.

How?

If there's time before the next moon, help him. It's possible he doesn't even know what he's doing.

If there's not?

I kill him.

You would do that?

I would do what was necessary.

Where would we start?

Lisa Willoughby.

Seems like a bit of a dead end, don't you think?

Well, what's left of her. We find out where they're burying here.

Why?

Because...we're gonna dig her up.

(He laughs.)

We're gonna dig her up.

(snarling)

(girl screaming)

(beastly roaring and snarling)

(Pullman yelling)

(Norman): You wanted to see me, Mr. Pullman?

Another one, another one. I don't want to see any more.

Frances.

Dad.

Sorry.

I didn't mean to wake you up.

It's fine.

You all right?

No.

Why don't you come over here?

Come on.

You don't have to worry about me.

I'm gonna stay safe.

(Pullman): I seen it.

What... what did you see, Frances?

I seen the thing inside her.

What do you mean? The thing inside who?

The thing inside your little girl.

(screaming)