01x03 - Can I Play with Madness

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the land of the free ♪

♪ And the home of the brave ♪

[song ends]

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[static crackling]

[ominous music]

- [phone rings]
- [groans]

[barking]

Hello.

Did you say "Bambi"?

[Dandridge] Did you
get a good look at 'em?

Height? Age? Gender?

[Spud] I didn't see
anyone. And even if I did,

I've seen enough horror movies
to tell you how that ends.

That ends with my head

rolled into a cabin full
of summertime campers.

I'm good.

You know how this looks, right?

How what looks?

Like this is the
second time in a week

a member of your band
has found themselves

in an incredibly
compromising position.

Oh, come on with
the bullshit, Chief.

Actually, I'm only here

because I'm taking your advice.

By trespassing at a crime scene?

By getting closure.

You told me, "Let it be real.

Take a moment."
That's what I'm doing.

Fair enough.

What happened at the church
doesn't feel real. This...

doesn't feel real.

Oddly enough, I agree
with part of that.

None of this feels real.

You know what's the scariest
part about all that?

The chance that some of it is.

["Working For William"
by Vivabeat playing]

Thank you, Jack. Last
night, police responded

to an anonymous tip that
led to a gruesome discovery

in the woods just
outside of Happy Hollow.

A mutilated deer carcass
displayed in a shocking fashion

that has locals
feeling frightened.

Yeah, it's scary.
No doubt about it.

I mean, my kids used
to play in those woods.

[reporter] Happy Hollow Chief of
Police Ben Dandridge had this to say.

Well, of course we're
taking this seriously.

But at this time, all signs point
to this display as a heinous prank.

[reporter] But not
everyone in town agrees.

Even if it's all just a
sick joke, it's not natural.

It's demonic. It invites evil,

and we don't need any
more of that in this town.

As police continue to investigate
the death of Ryan Hudson,

fear of a growing occult presence
in the community of Happy Hollow

continues to rise. Police
are looking to the public

- for any information that may lead to an arrest.
- Hold on...

[reporter] Until then,
residents are left to wonder,

who are these people and
where are they hiding?

[woman] Come on, let's go to
the other side of the street.

[song ends]

[heavy metal theme music plays]

{\an8}[electric guitar solo]

{\an8}Hell yeah.

Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad.
Have a great day.

[Linda] Not so fast.

Hand check.

- We said no leather.
- These are the only gloves I have.

{\an8}We have mittens, lots of
them in the coat closet.

{\an8}- You can grab one.
- Mittens? Really?

{\an8}I, for one, think it looks cool.
Kind of like George Michael.

{\an8}You know?

{\an8}- Coat closet you said?
- Yeah.

{\an8}You got it.

{\an8}You'll let me know how it goes
at the doctor's office today?

{\an8}Yeah. I'm sure it'll be fine.

{\an8}Yeah.

{\an8}I know it will be. I gotta go.

{\an8}Bye.

{\an8}[sighs]

{\an8}[door closes]

{\an8}[ominous music]

{\an8}["Hangin' Tough" by New
Kids On The Block playing]

- [feedback]
- [clears throat]

Good morning, Happy Hollow.

{\an8}In light of recent events,

{\an8}Principal Cleary asked me
to share some guidelines.

{\an8}First, any and all
suspicious activities

{\an8}must be reported to a
teacher or administrator.

This includes graffiti,
threats of violence,

{\an8}- and antisocial behavior.
- [group singing]

{\an8}Second, Coach Nelson will
start teaching self-defense

{\an8}after school in the
gymnasium next week.

{\an8}And finally,

{\an8}a reminder to use
the buddy system.

{\an8}The best way to get
through this is together.

{\an8}Wish I used the buddy system.

{\an8}That would require a buddy dumb
enough to go back to the crime scene.

{\an8}Oh, I'm sorry, is my near-death
experience funny to you and your mitten?

It's more amusing than funny.

Sick deer sacrifice,
freakazoids.

Speak to me again
and you're next.

- She didn't mean that, Jesse.
- Oh, but I did.

Because I can't leave my
house without normies like him

dumping all their
fear on me. Ugh.

Isn't it a shame

that we can't use
all this attention?

I think this seems like our cue to ditch
the gimmick and play things straight again.

Name two songs KISS released after
they stopped wearing the makeup.

Easy. "Lick It Up," and...

- sh*t.
- [Jordy] Objection.

- I think "sh*t" should count.
- [Dylan] The point still stands.

The second we take off the
makeup and drop the image,

we're right back to square one.

We could ride out the
storm by recording a demo.

We've got enough of our own
songs for at least an EP.

Recording would require money.

Which requires shows.

Which we can't play.

This sucks.

It could be worse. We
could be Goat Girl.

She was my lab
partner freshman year.

She's not as weird as she looks.

[girl] Eww!

[sniffing]

I take it back, I...

What is she gonna
do with the carrot?

[classical music
plays on headphones]

- [music muting]
- [Cliff] What you listening to, man?

- Mozart.
- Oh.

That's even lamer
than I imagined.

- Mozart's metal as hell.
- Yeah, if you my grandma.

- Your grandma sounds cool.
- Eh. She all right.

But, uh... Saw you
at that funeral, man.

You can take a
hit, you know that?

There a reason you're here,
other than to make fun of me?

- I'm trying to compliment you.
- Try harder.

All I'm saying, somebody hit me
like that, I'm swinging back.

But you? Took it like a man.

You got some ba*ls, man.

Thank you?

Yeah, don't mention it.

So, uh... Judith let me
in about your little club.

Hey, don't worry,
man. I want in.

- What?
- I been looking for new extracurriculars.

And a heavy metal Satanic cult
beats the hell out of choir.

You realize you've
been tormenting me

for the last... four
years of my life now?

Sorry, man, I thought you
was this big dork, all right?

Honest mistake.

Yeah, the answer is no.

Look, man. You know why I
started playing football?

Uh, because you
have anger issues?

No. Because I wanted
to hit things.

And I wanted to be known for
how hard I could hit them.

So, I spent every
night at the gym.

I wake up at 4:00 a.m.
and run five miles.

Do I get a thank you? Think
anybody notice? Hell no.

Ryan Hudson is dead and he's
still the leader of this team.

Know what I say? f*ck him.

I want to hit this town where it
count and I feel like you do too.

About the club. We're in kind
of a weird spot right now.

There's a lot of heat on,
you know, people like us.

So, we just really need
to keep a low profile.

I know I was a blabbermouth,
but I swear I can keep a secret.

And so can my friends. Cliff doesn't
have to be there if you don't want.

It's not just that. Spud's
parents are back in town,

so we don't have
a place to gather.

You can use my basement. My
mom works late at the bar.

Yeah. What would Grandpa
Police Chief think about that?

He wouldn't think anything
'cause he'll never find out.

[softly] Please?

You know what?

I think there might actually
be one way we can do it.

[woman] It was blood, Chief.

- Did it look like that?
- Just like that.

I saw what happened
out in those woods.

[snapping sound]

What people are doing out
there... what does it mean?

Well, I'm no demonologist, but I think
it means you got some rusty pipes.

Know what, Lonnie
owes me a favor.

- [cat meows]
- Give him a call.

He'll come and check it out.

Are you feeling all right, Rose?

Oh, not again.

Max.

Come on, boy.

Time to go!

[sighs]

Mind calling the station
when he comes up for air?

And get that rash
looked at, will ya?

- Eczema? Dermatitis?
- It's possible.

Any allergies, new medications,
laundry detergents?

Mm-mm. None of those.

What about shingles? I know
they appear in different areas,

but looks like some of
the photos I've seen.

Fever, headache,
sensitivity to light?

No, none of those.

- Hmm.
- What do you think?

Well, I think that you've been

spending so much time
researching illnesses

that you've convinced
yourself that you have them.

I know. I know, but... Okay,
this started on my ankle,

and it's been spreading for
a week, so I was concerned

it was something
bigger, that's all.

Maybe, maybe not. I'm gonna
run a full blood panel.

Hopefully, we'll get
some answers soon.

So, in the meantime...

I have a thought, but I
don't want to overstep.

How's that?

Well, I understand
that the last few days

have been a lot for
you and your family.

And sometimes when we
see a rash like this

it's a sign of stress.

- Stress.
- Our brains are incredible.

They always find a way to tell us
when something's not quite right.

We see it more than you think.

Maybe. It's possible. Um...

Would a rash like
that be contagious?

A stress rash? No.

So, what if I saw a rash just
like this on someone else?

What would that mean?

Who's the other person?

Um, Aubrey Hudson.
Ryan's... Ryan's mom.

I saw her at the supermarket this
morning and she looked fine to me.

Here.

I... strongly suggest that
you speak to a professional.

Any other questions?

- No.
- Okay.

[Dylan] It's not a cult.

It's just the natural evolution
of our public perception.

- Know who talks like that?
- Cult leaders.

You guys are thinking
about it all wrong.

What is a fan base
if not a cult?

Uh, still just a fan base?

Grateful Dead have Deadheads.
Aerosmith have the Blue Army.

How are you guys not
stoked about this?

I have a list of 15 people
willing to pay $20 a head

just to watch us
play make believe.

- Look.
- Seriously?

- Take it. Yes, look. Take it.
- Fine.

That's 15 people.

- Okay.
- 20 bucks each.

That's enough to make a demo.

There are a number of names
on this list I don't care for.

Okay, that's fine. Like who?

- For starters, Cliff Nelson.
- No problem. He's out.

Uh... Judith Sanders.

Well, there's a little bit
less flexibility there.

- How did I know?
- For starters, she's the one who gave us the list.

And she's the one offering
us a place to play.

If she's out, what's the
point of having a cult?

[both] Oh! He said
the secret word!

- Slip of the tongue.
- You know, it's a cute idea,

but I've been demonized enough
for one week. Thank you.

- Hey.
- Hi.

How are you holding up?

I'm okay.

[sighs]

Hey, look. I know we're not
as close as we used to be.

But if you ever need
someone to talk to or...

[Tracy] You! Stay away from her.

What the hell is she doing here?

- Mom, stop...
- Do not speak to this ruffian.

It's good to see you, Tracy.

That's Mrs. Whitehead
to you, Jordan.

- And Jordy to you, hose beast.
- Oh. I see your parents

still haven't bothered
teaching you any manners.

- Oh, they've tried.
- Mom, it's okay.

She's just asking me
if I'm feeling better.

Well, thank you so much
for your concern, really.

She's doing much better.
Now please leave her alone.

She doesn't need to associate
with people like you.

She's such a freak.

[shouts] You got it.

- What was all that about?
- "Hose beast"?

Change of plans.

These people want a Satanist?
I'll give 'em a Satanist.

- Let's f*ck' do it.
- Just one more show.

Then we can afford to
record our demo, that's all.

Man, y'all are trying
to get me m*rder*d.

Mm. So you know,

I informed Principal
Cleary of your situation,

and he assured me it would
be handled with discretion.

Faith?

Is everything all right?

[Faith screaming]

Mm-hmm.

Is this because of what I
said to that ghoul today?

Because she is
not to be trusted.

She was a nuisance as a child,

and she is a horror
show as a teen.

What did you think happened to my
bedroom door when I went missing?

My door was locked.
A man kicked it in

and dragged me out of the house,
and now it's completely normal.

- I didn't touch your door.
- But you did.

'Cause it's fixed.

- Are you sure you're remembering correctly?
- I am.

Well, I don't know
what to tell you.

You could tell me why all my
classmates thought I was sick.

Your teachers needed an excuse.

And strep throat sounded
better than the alternative.

That I was kidnapped.

Mm... that you ran away.

Where did you put it?

- Put what?
- The inhaler.

- What on earth are you talking about?
- Ryan's inhaler.

It was in my room, now it's
not. I am very sure of that.

Please, Mom, just...
be honest with me,

'cause I feel like I'm going
crazy and I can't take it.

[ominous music]

Okay.

Okay.

I will be honest with you,

and in return I expect
you to do the same.

Yes, I went through your things.

And no, I don't
feel good about it.

My mother did the exact same
thing to me when I was your age,

and it drove me up a wall.

But what I found, I did
not feel good about.

Why was there a dead boy's
inhaler in your room, Faith?

Because Ryan was with
me... when the men came.

I'm sorry, Mom. I know I'm not
supposed to have boys over.

[exhales]

Faith, wait. What
are you saying?

The men who took me, they...

They took Ryan.

They... They k*lled him.

Look, we need to give the
inhaler to the police.

We need them to know he
was here. It could help.

Okay.

I will call Officer Hartman
first thing in the morning.

Okay?

[ominous music]

Hey, Chief. We're having a
problem in the men's room.

Whenever I flush the toilet, I
swear I see a portal into hell.

- Can you take a look?
- Go ahead and yuk it up.

Next time Rose calls, gonna be
you who has to deal with her

- and her cats.
- [chuckles]

What you got there?

"Satanic Cult Awareness"?

"This training manual is a
result of compiling information

from years of occult
investigations." This a joke, right?

Those are officially issued by the
D.O.J. The Feds say it's an epidemic.

The Feds don't know
sh*t from Shinola.

Respectfully, sir,
I spent my morning

disassembling a
crucified deer carcass.

All right. Let's
play hypothetical.

If Ryan's m*rder really
was some kind of sacrifice,

why would they leave it out in
the open for everyone to see?

Why would they leave
calling cards all over town?

[knocking]

Coroner's report's in.

- Good news or bad news first?
- I could use some good news.

Ryan Hudson's cause of death
was ruled an asthma attack.

- How is that good news?
- Supports Chief's theory.

Why do I get the impression
that the bad news doesn't?

[ominous music plays]

Whoever did this...

they cracked him
open. Took things.

How are we realizing
this just now?

They knew where to
cut, what to break.

Stitched him right back up.

I'm gonna do my due diligence
and read this tonight.

But if there really are
Satanists in this town,

they gotta be the dumbest
Satanists in history.

[man on TV] Hello?
Is anyone here?

- All right, here's what I got.
- All right.

- Candles.
- Cool.

- An altar.
- Nice.

- Robes, naturally.
- Uh-huh.

An animal, if we can
get our hands on one.

- Uh-huh.
- Should probably learn some quick Latin.

- Okay.
- And one bucket of fake blood.

I think, to err on the side
of being safe, call it two.

- Two buckets.
- Uh...

aren't Judith and them supposed to
think this is already a real cult?

Don't you think we need more than
three members to pull that off?

I think I know some people
who could help us out.

People like who?

Like us.

[screaming on TV]

You want me to do what?

You want us to do what?

Cool. I'm in.

You don't want to
hear the pitch?

Our band is putting
on the biggest show

- this town has ever seen.
- We need people like you to...

create an immersive experience.

And it's exclusive.
Only for the cool kids.

["Sensoria" by Cabaret
Voltaire playing]

- [Spud] Like Judith Sanders...
- [girl] Really?

She'd really come to
something like this?

She's actually one of
Dethkrunch's biggest fans.

[Jordy] Plus Tonya
from cheer squad.

And Fred from all the,
you know, sports stuff.

What do you need from me?

From you, just costumes
and uh... panache.

Your vocal talents.

You think you could
be a spooky emcee?

[dramatic voice] It was...

a dark...

and stormy night.

Wait. This isn't a prank, right?

No. Definitely not.

[Jordy] No assholes, promise.

And you're sure it's not a cult?

[stammers] I mean,
it is and it isn't.

Think of it like
performance art.

- But they think it's real?
- Yes.

But more importantly, they
think it's cool, which makes...

us cool. I don't
see a problem.

What's a fan base if not a cult?

- That's exactly what I said.
- Rad. Yeah, dude. I'm in.

Cool. I'm in.

[all singing] ♪ We're in ♪

[Ingrid] Is this
a "Carrie" thing?

[Spud] What?

You're not inviting me so you can
pour blood on me and laugh at me?

No, this isn't a "Carrie" thing.

Good, 'cause I
don't have powers.

I couldn't k*ll you.
I'd probably just cry.

We don't want to make you cry.

We just need your
goat for a few hours.

Cheerios can come?

That's his name. And
his favorite food.

Oh, okay. Yeah. [laughs]
We welcome Cheerios.

Okay, we'll be there.

Hell yeah. Uh, see you then.

Oh, Spud?

Just so you know, I'm
coming as a friend.

I don't want you to
get the wrong idea.

Oh, hey.

Is everything okay?

[sighs] My mom just
called the office.

There's a leak in our basement.

She wants me to go home after
school to watch my brothers.

Oh, I'm sorry, that's lame.

Which also means...
I can't host.

I'm sorry. That really sucks.

Yeah, that does. We
were ready to go.

Is there anywhere
else we could do it?

I was so looking forward to it.

Yeah. We'll figure it out.

- Really?
- Totally.

I'll call you with an address.

[bell rings]

[sighs]

[ominous music]

[Gene] Lawn's done.

I'm gonna clean up real quick
before I go back for the inventory.

- Doctor say you could do that?
- No.

But I can't show up to work at a
beauty salon looking like this.

And if it's still
there tomorrow?

Then I'll deal with it tomorrow.

Hon, why don't you
just make the call,

set up an appointment?

If you don't like
it, that's fine,

but no amount of Maybelline
is gonna fix this.

Because I'm not crazy.

Hey, nobody said crazy.
All right? You're just...

- You're stressed out.
- I'm not stressed. I...

Sure you are, with everything
that's been going on with Dylan?

It's just, it's not that simple.

Maybe not, but
we're not gonna know

unless you see a professional.

[inhales deeply] Gene...

I think there's something
evil in this house.

Yeah.

The other night,

when I woke you up screaming,

it's because there was
something in our room.

- What are you talking about?
- [sighs]

I've tried to convince myself
I'm being silly, but I'm not.

The night that Dylan came home
with his hand all carved up,

the night I fell through
the coffee table,

I didn't fall.

That thing grabbed
me by the ankles

and dragged me,
threw me into it.

I know what I saw. And
I know what I felt.

And I've been trying to make
sense of it, but I can't.

And if I have to hear
one more person tell me

that stress threw me
around like a ragdoll,

I will lose it.

Okay, why are you just
now sharing all this?

[softly] Do you believe me?

Oh, hon.

I...

[sighs]

That's why.

That's why.

[dance-pop song plays on radio]

[door bell jingles]

Welcome. I'll be
right with you.

Hello, Mrs. Campbell.

Tracy. Hi, I'm sorry, I didn't
know you had an appointment today.

Oh, no, no. [chuckles] I'm
not here as a customer,

I'm here as a fellow mother.

Oh. Okay, um...

How can I help you?

I saw what happened
at the funeral.

Between your son
and the bereaved.

Mm. Well, that was a shock.

For all of us.

I just wanted to tell you
how much my heart broke

for you and your
family that day.

I know what it feels like to
have the small-minded people

of this town looking at
me like I'm a cuckoo bird.

[sighs]

[clears throat] Thank you.
That's very kind of you.

Show kindness earnestly,

as kindness covers
a multitude of sins.

- That's a paraphrase.
- Oh.

But I don't think
the Lord would mind.

Okay. [nervous laugh]

Would you happen to
be free this evening?

I'm hosting a discussion group
meet-up of parents like us.

- Oh, thank you, but...
- I think I have information here somewhere...

Oh, here it is. [chuckles]

[sighs]

I would love to see you there.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

- [door bell jingles]
- [door closes]

[ominous music]

[music intensifies]

- [phone line ringing]
- [man] Betty's Pizza Shack.

Hi, uh, my name's Dylan.
Uh, I'm in a band,

and, uh, we had our venue fall
through for our show tonight

- and I was wondering...
- [phone hangs up]

Hello?

[sighs]

[phone rings]

- Hello?
- [Linda] Hey, Dylan.

Your father's doing
inventory tonight,

and I'm gonna be out
later than I expected.

Do you think you can take care of
yourself for dinner this evening?

How much later do
you think you'll be?

[Cassie] Whatcha reading? Oh.

So, I take it the case
is going well, then.

I'd say this is the most
stressful week I've ever had,

but I don't want the universe
to take it as a challenge.

- Any luck finding Max?
- No.

Usually he's back by now.

Hey. I have seen that dog

drink turpentine and live.

He's gonna be fine.

- What's your favorite color?
- Red and black.

Okay. According to the
experts on Satanism...

- Okay.
- The color red means blood,

- evil, and devil.
- Ooh.

Okay...

Black means sorrow,

- evil, and devil.
- Mm-hmm.

- Wow, how imaginative.
- Can't be both crazy and clever.

- Mm. No, you can't.
- [door closes]

Rex. Hey.

Um... what can I get you?

Give me two whiskeys and a beer.

Yeah.

Tell me about the case, Chief.

No updates yet.

We haven't found our man,
but we're working on it.

Yeah, I can see that.

Did you find it yet?

[tense music]

Did you find my boy's heart?

'Cause it sure looks
like you found the bottom

of that f*cking glass.

[taps bar]

Chief's drinks are on
me tonight, Cassie.

For all his hard work.

[tense music continues]

- [knocking on door]
- Hold on.

Yeah?

[Faith] Hey. Your mom let me in.

- Wow, you look...
- If you say normal, I swear...

Different.

Just different.

What are you doing here?

Look, I just... I
really want to say

I'm sorry about what
happened with my mom.

Stop being so dramatic and stop
pretending like we're friends.

- Jordy, I'm not pretending.
- You let your mom

- steamroll over your friends?
- That's not fair, I tried!

She didn't tell you why I
stopped coming around, did she?

Seventh grade, I
rented "Halloween 3"

because you wanted to watch it.

And the next day my parents got
a call from Tipper Gore herself

saying that I was
a g*dd*mn witch.

- Jordy...
- No, no.

I have been holding onto
this one for half a decade.

It is still my turn.

She told them that I
was a bad influence.

And you want to know
the most f*cked-up part?

They believed her.

My own parents believed her.

So they went through my tapes.

And they read my diary.

They went through
all of my stuff.

I mean, stripped me down
to the studs, including...

- Your makeup. I'm so sorry.
- Not my makeup.

My face.

Okay?

So, you can honestly
just save your apologies.

That woman... she
can't be trusted.

And if you still can't
bother standing up for me

five years later...

neither can you.

Are we done here?

- Yeah.
- Good.

[door opening, closing]

[footsteps]

[ominous music]

[woman on phone] Happy
Hollow Police Department.

Hi, can I speak with
Officer Hartman?

[on phone] Who?

Officer Hartman. I've spoken
with him a few times this week.

[on phone] There's no
officer by that name.

[ominous music]

You sure you weren't
thinking of anybody else?

[intense ominous music]

[dramatic sting]

[intense ominous
music continues]

[gentle organ music playing]

[bell tolling]

[whispers] We're five
minutes late, Tracy.

Sorry, just give
it another minute.

[sighs]

[door opens]

[indistinct chatter]

Excuse me.

Thank you all for your patience.

I believe we're ready to begin.

[organ music warbles,
becomes sinister]

[music crescendos]

["A Dangerous Meeting"
by Mercyful Fate playing]

[Spud] Good evening, peons.

Before we may proceed, we request
your tributes to the Dark Lord,

as well as your
cards of summoning.

- Thanks, Spud.
- Not a problem.

Thanks, Spud.

Here you go.

Thanks, man.

Hey!

Invitation, please.

Must have got lost in the mail.

Oh, that's interesting because
this is an exclusive event.

You've just been excluded, so...

Tell you what.

I'll pay you double,
'cause I'm a nice guy.

I don't... I don't think you
heard me. What I had said was...

I wasn't finished. I can
either pay you double,

or I can give the cops a tip
about some suspicious activity.

[Dylan] Just let him in.

- Just don't be an a*s, all right, Cliff?
- Who me?

The Dark Lord does
not discriminate

based on dickishness, Cliff.

- [whispers] Proceed.
- All right.

[group chanting] Belial...

Behemoth...

Beelzebub...

Asmodeus...

Satanas...

Lucifer...

Belial...

Behemoth...

Beelzebub...

Asmodeus...

Satanas...

Lucifer...

[goat bleating]

[chanting continues]

Holy sh*t, they got a goat.

[bleating]

[chanting continues]

[Phil] Welcome... to
the bowels of Hell!

Uh, where is that coming from?

There.

[deep, dramatic voice] Come.

Be reborn of the darkness.

Take your places and bow

to the Knights of the Night...

- Dethkrunch.
- [tape machine turns on]

["Toccata and Fugue in
D Minor" begins playing]

[goat bleating]

- Silentium!
- [music stops]

- New blood.
- So sweet.

Ah...

Before we continue...

we must ask of you an oath.

In blood.

And we will begin with...

- Clifford Nelson.
- [drumbeat]

In the world above, you
have it all, Clifford.

But here, we can offer you
something much greater.

We offer you loyalty
from your peers.

[drumbeat]

We give you acceptance,
and in return

we ask that you give us an oath.

Silentium es aureum, Satanas.

[all chanting] Silentium
es aureum, Satanas.

[drumbeat]

[drumbeat]

- Judith.
- [drumbeat]

Judith. Do not let her do that.

Lighten up, Tonya.

[Dylan] Judith Sanders.

Above you are beloved.

But with that
comes expectations.

The cloak of darkness

offers freedom
from expectations,

and in return we ask
of you... an oath.

[all chanting] Silentium
es aureum, Satanas.

[drumbeat]

[drumbeat continues]

Tonya Perkins.

No thanks. I don't speak Latin.

Come on. Just do what she wants.

Screw you, Fred. I don't
even know what it means.

It could be a curse.

It means keep your
trap shut or go.

I said no. [scoffs] Freak.

[ominous music]

Call me a freak again.

Just skip me, or whatever.

Say it or get the hell out.

- God, why are you so weird?
- Say it or leave!

Sorry I'm not as comfortable
caking sh*t on my face

as you, freak!

I've got a skin care routine
to take care of, so...

[all gasping]

[screams] You
f*cking psycho b*tch!

This shirt cost $30!

[Fred] Hey! Wait!

Does anyone else
want to f*ck with me?

Huh?

Good. Together on
the count of three.

One, two, three.

[all] Silentium es
aureum, Satanas.

Now let's f*cking rock.

[drumsticks tapping]

So many new faces tonight.

There are many, many things
to be afraid of in this town.

But what I see in
front of me tonight

is incredibly encouraging.

For me tonight, I see hope.

[whispers] Hi.

And we parents must
cling to that hope.

We must use it like armor

as we are entering dark times.

Entering? We're already there.

Hell has spilled
over into this town.

- It does often feel that way.
- I don't think you understand.

I'm not speaking
figuratively, Mrs. Whitehead.

I'm telling the truth.

Last night, I was attacked.

[all gasping]

By who, dear?

Nobody. Not that I
could see, but...

I just... felt it.

It was cold and...

Dark.

[man] I believe you.

Last night, there was something
at the foot of my bed.

Just staring right at me.

I tried to yell, but I couldn't.

And I think it knew,

because every time I
tried to open my mouth...

- it smiled.
- [all gasping]

I know I'm not crazy.

I know it.

[all murmuring] I believe you.

Something tried
to get inside me.

[stammers] I... I felt it,

pushing down on my chest.

I... I couldn't breathe.

I thought I was dreaming,
but when I woke up...

Please...

pardon my indecency, Tracy.

[all gasping]

- Oh, dear Lord.
- I tried to tell my husband,

- but he didn't believe me.
- [all] I believe you.

I felt it too.

[all gasping] I believe you.

So did I.

[all] I believe you.

So did I.

[shuddering breaths]

We have a special guest
with us this evening.

Linda Campbell, thank you
so much for joining us.

Parents of Happy Hollow,

do you know how evil takes root?

Hmm?

Through cracks in
the foundation.

- [woman] It's true.
- [man] It's true...

[whispered chatter]

Why are you staring at me?

Because Linda...

I believe that
you, and only you,

are to blame for the evil
that has taken over this town.

[exhales]

Th...

- That's absurd.
- [Tracy] Is it?

Who here has heard the
rumors about Dylan Campbell?

No. No, no, no. My son...

- My son is a good boy.
- He was a good boy.

But something went
wrong along the way.

- Didn't it? Horribly wrong.
- No.

And you let it happen.

You let evil into your home!

No.

You let evil corrupt
your only son.

And that corruption, people,

is the crack within
our foundation

from which this evil has spread.

Do you want to know who's
responsible for all of this?

No, stop it.

Do you want a place
to put your fear,

to direct your outrage?

[shouting] Look no further than
the mother of evil herself!

- Do you believe me?
- [all] We believe you.

- No.
- I believe that her son

has invited evil into our
town! Do you believe me?

[all] We believe you.

I believe that her negligence
and her failures as a mother

is the very reason Ryan Hudson
is buried in the ground!

- [screaming] Do you believe me?
- [all] We believe you!

No! No!

No.

[gasps]

- [dark music]
- [demonic growl]

No...

[all murmuring]

[panting]

[metal clanking]

[man] We're closed.

I-I'm sorry, I just
have a question.

We open back up
tomorrow at 8:00.

Why would my mom spend
$10,000 on a working car?

Why don't you ask him?

Bob, this young
lady has a question

about one of your customers.

[grunts]

[exhales] What can I do for ya?

[screams]

[heavy metal chords play]

Officer Hartman!

No!

No.

[frenetic heavy metal music]

♪ All hail the
Prince of Darkness ♪

♪ All hail the Lord of Terror ♪

♪ All hail the
Prince of Darkness ♪

♪ All hail the Lord of Terror ♪

♪ All hail the
Prince of Darkness ♪

♪ All hail the Lord of Terror ♪

♪ All hail the
Prince of Darkness ♪

♪ All hail Satan ♪

[crowd cheering]

Whoo!

Guys, that was incredible.

He likes you.

How can you tell?

He's not biting you.

[laughs]

How was it?

[all chanting] Dylan! Dylan!

We still part of
the band, right?

[chanting continues]

I don't think it's
a band anymore.

[chanting continues]

[sobbing]

[Abigail] Tonya Marie Perkins!

My God.

What happened to you?

[crying] Satanists tried
to recruit me into a cult.

Please don't be mad.

[sobbing]

[children singing] ♪
Oh, say, can you see ♪

♪ By the dawn's early light ♪

♪ What so proudly we hailed... ♪

"This symbol is used to summon

the myriad of Hell's minions."

["Star-Spangled Banner"
continues on TV]

[thumping]

- [dog whining]
- Max?

[whining]

Hey, buddy.

- [Max choking]
- You okay?

[gurgling cough]

[vomiting]

[ominous music]

What the hell...

[tense music]

[distorted static
and Satanic chanting]

[woman sobs]

[sobbing]

[muffled screams]

[woman shrieks]

[cacophonous screaming]

[heavy metal music playing]