[insects chirring]
* Ooh, baby, do you know what that's worth? *
* Ooh, heaven is a place on Earth *
* They say in heaven, love comes first *
* We'll make heaven a place on Earth *
* Ooh, heaven is a place on Earth *
[teen girl giggling]
["Heaven Is a Place on Earth" by Belinda Carlisle continues]
[energy resonating]
[song continues over tinny speakers]
[teen girl] Wait, Ryan...
-[shudders] -* When the night falls down *
[girl sighs]
* I wait for you and you come around... *
[Ryan sighs]
Hey. You could have just asked.
Asked what?
If what you heard about me from that idiot Jesse Patton was true.
What? Look, I-I don't even know that loser, okay?
-He's just in my class. -Ryan. It's a small town.
-[sighs] -People talk.
-Oh, they do, do they? -[giggles]
Yeah, they do.
Well, what do "they" say about me?
[chuckles]
Ever hear the term "Minute Man"?
[sighs] Oh, my God.
[chuckles] Look, I can, um...
I can totally explain this. It was the night of homecoming,
and I just ran in the ball for a touchdown...
[chuckles] I don't know,
my adrenaline was pumping so much,
-it just kinda happened-- -Shh. Hey...
-It's okay. -[deep sigh]
It's your turn now.
Hey, to do what?
To find out if what you heard about me is true.
-[thud] -[gasps]
Hey, what's wrong?
What's wrong? Faith?
Put this on. Hurry. Seriously, Ryan!
-My mom's gonna kill you. -All right, fine.
Just don't leave me in here forever, all right?
[panting]
[song stops]
[clatters]
[eerie music playing]
[panting]
[Faith] Just a minute, Mom!
[inhaler hisses]
[pounding on door]
[suspenseful music playing]
[pounding on door]
Mom?
[handle rattling]
-[rattling continues] -[Faith breathes rapidly]
-[pounding on door] -[loud thud]
Mommy? [breathing rapidly]
-[music fades] -[insects chirring]
-[screaming] -[intense music plays]
[panting]
[screaming]
[shrieking]
[screaming]
-[chomps] -[male voice yells in pain]
[grunting]
Run!
[screaming]
[grunting]
[Faith yells]
Help me! [screaming]
Somebody! Help! [gasping]
[screaming]
[whimpering]
[screaming]
[whimpering]
[masked man grunting]
[Faith grunting]
[choking whimpers]
[suspenseful music continues]
[gentle string music plays on stereo]
[suspenseful music resumes]
[choking]
[dramatic musical flourish]
[eerie, ominous music playing]
[pulsing, ominous drumbeat plays]
[van door shuts]
[intense music builds]
[music halts]
[heavy metal theme music plays]
["Shinin' Brightly" by Bob Seger playing]
* Well, it's shinin' brightly *
* It's lookin' pretty right *
-[horn toots] -* From the early morning *
* Till real, real late at night *
* It's lookin' pretty good today *
* The dark clouds are rollin' away, oh *
[clunk]
* Shinin' brightly *
[hydraulics whirring]
[crunching]
[metal groaning]
[popping]
-[pounding on truck] -Go, Tommy!
[rock music playing]
Hey, man, my band's playing a show this weekend.
Can you take it, please?
Eddie, I got this show this weekend, man.
Yeah, right, loser.
Hey, you guys, you wanna, um... No?
Okay. Hey, if you're not doing anything this weekend,
you can come to my... Wanna come to my show?
[teen girl] We're having a concert! Dethkrunch live!
[teen boy] 'Cause I know y'all ain't doing nothing this weekend.
Hello?
We could say literally anything, it wouldn't make a difference.
Coupons for free cocaine? Sir? Ma'am?
Toddler fights. This weekend? Little fists, big money!
I'm having an affair with your dad.
My dad's dead, asshole.
[teens chattering]
Maybe not literally anything.
Well, we printed too many flyers.
-No takers? -None.
I don't get it. Is it our music or is it just us?
It's an opportunity to cancel the show and see a movie instead.
"Sleepaway Camp III" playing this weekend.
Why would we do that? Our set sounded awesome at practice.
Think about all the great bands that started in high school.
There's The Who...
-Pink Floyd. -The Cure.
Think any of them called off a show to see a movie?
True, true.
But we ain't those bands.
What do you mean?
They're more like rock gods.
We're more like rock... peasants.
I might even say rock bottom.
That's good. How about "Rock Lobster"?
-[conversation fades] -["Wait" by White Lion plays]
* Wait, wait *
* I never had a chance to love you *
* Now I only want to say I love you one more time *
[dramatic electric guitar flourish plays]
* Wait *
* Just a moment before our love will die *
* 'Cause I *
* Can show you lovin'... *
Oh, God.
-Judith alert. -Yeah.
[heavy metal guitar chords resonate]
H-hey, Judith!
[song halts]
[students chattering]
[telephone ringing]
-Hello? -[man] Ryan Hudson show up for class today?
No. I have him marked absent. Why?
[man speaking indistinctly]
-[eerie music playing] -[teacher] The police?
Is everything okay?
[indistinct whispering]
[teacher] Yes, I'll let you know if I see him.
[crunchy electric guitar notes playing]
[fast heavy metal riff playing]
[woman] Dylan! Dylan? Honey?
[guitar stops]
[light buzzing]
-[woman] Dylan! -[clicking]
Dylan, dinner's ready.
[Dylan] I'm coming!
-[man] So? What'd he say? -So he said, "I'm sorry.
We don't have that dress in your size.
But I can order it for you. We'll have it in six weeks."
Six weeks? Are you kidding?
He said, "Burt Lansky isn't gonna have this in your size."
-What? -"He's not gonna have this dress at all."
You know what I did?
You went to Montgomery Ward?
-Talked to Burt Lansky. -Yeah, you did.
That's my girl. And when can he have it?
-Five weeks. -Five weeks.
-Saved yourself a week. -[woman] A full week!
-[chuckles] -[woman] Seven days.
-Dealmaker right there. -Thank you.
May I... be excused?
Um...
Sweetie, your dad and I have been feeling like
you're spending a little too much time alone in the basement.
It's unhealthy, pal.
-I just play my guitar. -Yeah, I know that.
Whole neighborhood knows. You play it loud enough.
-I can wear headphones. -Oh, well...
-Sure. That could work. -No, no, no.
Linda, we talked about this. Dylan, this isn't about volume.
It's just a kid your age should be out with his friends.
Going out on dates.
Not locking himself away like some dungeon freak.
-Gene. Mm. -What?
I need steak sauce.
-[Gene sighs] -For what it's worth,
I think you sound pretty terrific down there.
-Thanks, Mom. -Now, what do you say
to some good old-fashioned quality time with your folks after dinner?
-[fanfare plays] -[on TV] I'm Jack Connolly.
This is Action 10 News with the latest headlines out of Southeast Michigan.
For tonight's top story we go to Susan Branch in Happy Hollow,
where a teenage boy's disappearance
and a cryptic message left behind has stunned the community.
Susan?
Thank you, Jack.
I'm here in Happy Hollow,
where authorities are searching for any clues
as to the whereabouts of varsity quarterback Ryan Hudson.
-According to his parents... -Do you know that boy?
Uh, yeah.
He's in my English class.
Though missing for less than a day,
a disturbing piece of graffiti on the garage of the Hudson residence
has his family acting with urgency.
This is a "pentagram," an occult symbol popularized
by heavy metal album covers.
I don't know anything about this symbol or what it means,
but I know our son's a good boy.
He wouldn't have any reason to run away.
We love you, baby boy.
Just come home.
[Susan] Authorities are asking the community to step forward
with any information that may lead to the safe recovery of young Ryan Hudson,
and police are urging residents to report any suspicious activity.
For Action 10 News, I'm Susan Branch--
-[loud rumbling] -Gene?
[Susan] You okay?
What was that?
[emergency tone sounds]
-[rumbling] -[house rattling]
All right, everybody, just stay calm.
-[rumbling continues] -[glass shatters]
[emergency tone continues]
[suspenseful music playing]
[distorted] We apologize for the technical difficulties.
[door latch clicks]
[neighbors chattering]
[siren chirps]
What the hell was that?
-[siren wailing] -[neighbors chattering]
[tires squealing]
[woman] Get back inside, guys!
[man over PA] Stay in your homes for your own safety.
[tense music playing]
[tense music builds, fades]
["Don't Metal with Evil" by Halloween plays]"
[teen girl] My mom said it was a gas leak.
My dad said it was an earthquake.
A gas leak?
An earthquake?
Crack open any book on conspiracy cover-ups,
chapter one, chapter two.
Congrats, you guys. You've been brainwashed.
So what do you think it was?
Well, I mean... Me, personally, I-I ain't feel a thing.
-But... my money's on aliens. -Aliens?
Yes! I mean, look at the facts.
Okay, every single person in our small,
middle-of-nowhere, easy-to-silence town
experienced this unprecedented event
at the exact same moment?
And before we had a chance to get our stories out there,
local government started using the media
to trot out the same BS excuses they always use.
That's a classic alien cover-up.
Oh. So now the media's also involved?
Hell yeah!
See, the media, they control and mold our reality,
fact or fiction, and what's the difference?
You blindly accept anything they tell you.
-I'm convinced. -Don't mock me.
Hey, um...
D-do you guys think anyone would notice if I went missing?
You okay, man?
You guys heard about Ryan, right?
Yeah.
Well, him being missing for one day
has gotten more attention than me being present my entire life.
So you're jealous... of a missing person?
No, no, it's just... I just want to know
what makes him so much better than any of us.
His biceps are bigger than your thighs
and you could bounce a roll of quarters off his ass.
Yeah, she got a point. That's an exquisite young man.
He adds real value to the town.
I add value.
[clears throat]
[volume increases]
* Don't metal with evil You're gonna lose control *
-* Don't metal with evil... * -[song fades]
[doorbell dings]
[light pop rock plays over speakers]
Some night, huh?
I was out walking and I didn't feel a thing.
But you heard what happened? With the Hudson boy?
Oh, I can't imagine what that poor family is going through.
They must be scared out of their minds.
Hell, I'm scared!
Did you hear they found blood mixed in
with the spray paint on the garage?
Human blood?
-Blood's blood, Deb. -Well... [sighs]
Gotta admit, that's a little far-fetched, right?
Not to me. My ex is a parole officer in Royal Oak.
And a few years ago, he went to a conference
on Satanic cult awareness training.
You would be shocked at how little the public knows about them.
Oh... How common are they?
Are you kidding? It's an epidemic.
I heard that one out of five American teens
has been in a cult.
Well... where are they? Hmm?
That's what we're trying to tell you, Linda.
[whispers] They're everywhere.
No, where? Specifically.
Are they-- Are they hiding in the sewers?
Are they-- Are they in the woods?
Because I have lived here my entire life,
and I have never once seen evidence of anything like that.
You know, just because you can't see something
doesn't mean it isn't there.
[woman murmurs]
-[bell tolling] -[woman 1] Hello?
[ominous music playing]
I'm here for the, uh...
[woman 2] Cassie Dandridge!
So glad you could join us.
It's been some time since I've seen you here.
What brought you back?
Well, someone hung this flyer up
on the bulletin board in my bar.
That was me.
Abigail is in charge of our public outreach. [chuckles]
So, you saw our flyer, and it spoke to you.
-How wonderful. -Not exactly.
I found it unusual.
I thought if you're advertising in my place,
I should know what this is about.
Yes, I can see how a flyer from our group
might seem out of place at... your bar.
[chuckles]
Cassie, when you're at work...
who watches your children?
Nights, my daughter Judith
watches the young ones.
Mornings, I put 'em in front of the TV.
Keep my ears open in case something catches fire.
I bet they watch a lot of cartoons, then.
-What are their favorites? -Um...
There's the one... The cat people.
"ThunderCats," I think. And, uh...
The little blue guys. "The Smurfs."
I can tell you are a very, very trusting mother.
That's easy to do if you raise your kids right.
Hm.
Do you know who Beelzebub is?
The Morning Star.
Satan.
-Mm. -You know why I ask?
Because The Smurfs, as cute as they may appear,
use black magic to evoke Beelzebub
and to speak to the Devil himself.
Okay. Yeah. This is insane.
[woman 2] I know it sounds silly.
But that's just what they want you to think,
so you don't see what's plain as day.
But if you ask me, what's insane
is knowing this
and still choosing to look away.
Tracy...
it's just a kiddie cartoon.
Like "ThunderCats"?
With its overtly demonic themes
and bestiality?
Bestiality?
-It is heavily implied. -[scoffs]
[Tracy] You ask what we do.
Our goal is to expose the forces
that have been speaking to our children for too long.
We are mothers in a Satanic age.
But it is not too late to fight back.
[ominous music plays]
Will you join us?
[sharp exhale]
[music fades]
No. Absolutely not.
Thanks for your time, but don't put any more
of this fear-mongering trash in my bar. Got it?
[Cassie scoffs]
She'll be back.
[dramatic music playing]
[dramatic music builds]
[music fades]
[whispers] Hey.
[in singsong] Dylan.
Do you know who did it?
Who did what?
[scoffs]
You know... who kidnapped Ryan?
How would I know that?
The news said that whoever did it is a Satanist or whatever.
Right?
Well...
Aren't your friends...?
S-Spud and Jordy?
Don't worry, I don't think you're freaks or anything.
It's cool.
["Shout at the Devil" by Motley Crue plays]
* Shout, shout, shout! *
* Shout at the Devil! *
* He's the wolf screaming lonely in the night *
* He's the blood stain on the stage... *
[sighs]
[scanner beeps]
* But in the seasons of wither we'll stand and deliver *
* Be strong and laugh and *
-* Shout, shout, shout! * -[copier whirring]
* Shout at the Devil! *
* Shout, shout, shout! *
* Shout at the Devil! *
-[song halts] -[dramatic, solemn music plays]
[twinkling]
* But in seasons of wither we'll stand and deliver *
* Be strong and laugh and *
* Shout, shout, shout! *
* Shout at the Devil! *
-* Shout, shout, shout! * -[car horn honks]
* Shout at the Devil! *
* Shout, shout, shout! *
* Shout at the Devil! *
* Shout, shout, shout! *
-[song ends] -[laughter]
[coughing]
[both squealing and laughing]
[hollow thud]
[school bell rings]
-[Judith] Nice manicure. -[Dylan] Oh, my God.
-Uh... [chuckles] -[laughs]
Don't be embarrassed.
Let me see.
[whimpers faintly]
[romantic synth melody playing]
Wow. Look at that.
-Do it yourself? -Yeah.
I-I mean, no.
Um, my little sister and I, we did 'em together.
Aw, that's really sweet.
I didn't know you had a little sister.
Yeah. Ever since I was born.
Ever-ever since s-she was born.
Well, tell her I said she did a great job.
It's very...
Tommy Lee.
-You like Motley Crue? -Just their early stuff.
Once they went sober, that's where I checked out.
Good for them, bad for us.
Wow.
You seem surprised.
You just don't really seem like the type.
-[locker door slams shut] -[music fades]
"The type"?
Oh, God! No, no, no! I didn't mean anything by it.
You just don't look like you'd be into that kind of music.
Not that that's a bad thing. You look incredible. I mean...
Wow, I'm saying so much. I'm just gonna stop talking.
Looks can be deceiving, Dylan.
Duly noted. [chuckles]
-[romantic music resumes] -Hey!
Um...
If, uh... if you're not doing anything tomorrow night,
uh, my-my band's playing a show.
If you wanted to come. [chuckles]
"Witness pure evil"?
Yep. That's me. [chuckles]
You don't seem like the type.
Yeah, well, looks can be deceiving or whatever, right?
Cool.
I'll be there.
[music fades]
Shit! Shit, shit, shit!
-Shit, shit! -[Spud] Whoa!
How many confirmed yeses do we have?
Confirmed? Um, let's see...
Uh, zero?
-Oh, God. -What's wrong with you?
No one ever comes to our shows.
-I invited Judith. -So?
She said yes.
Hell yeah!
That's one confirmed. That's a good thing.
Is that not a good thing?
No, Spud. This is bad.
Really, really bad!
She's gonna show up to an empty room
and think we're a bunch of losers!
I thought we'd established that as fact.
Yeah, but she can't know that.
Look, she is going to find out.
I'm glad this is happening.
This is good. This should've been happening.
I'm proud of you. I'm--
Hey!
What, you think this shit funny?
I... I don't think so.
-Whoa, dude! -[students react]
What the hell, Cliff?
-Hey, bro. -You better back up, loser!
My teammate is missing because of people like you.
You got the nerve to pass this shit out?
What are you talking about, Cliff?
Whoa, what are you doing?
Leave him alone. Now.
[tense music playing]
Why would you ever defend a Devil-worshipping grease spot like him?
Because I know what he's capable of.
Oh, yeah? And what's that?
Animal sacrifices.
Blood drinking.
Satanic rituals.
I wouldn't mess with him.
You're full of shit, man.
Don't believe me? Fine. Hit him.
Yo! Whoa, no. Let's not do that.
Hit him as hard as you want. I dare you.
Or hit me. I don't care.
Just know, that it will pale
in comparison... to what we're capable of.
What's that, a threat?
[man] Move. Move.
There's education in one of these classrooms. Find it.
[sighs] What's going on here?
Just making weekend plans, sir. [chuckles]
-Right? -Yep. Weekend.
-Plans. -Planning for the weekend.
Yeah.
[teacher] Back to class.
So, uh, tomorrow night, huh?
You and your little buddies gonna dance naked by the fire?
I-I don't think we gonna be naked--
You right, you right.
Well, I'll be there.
We'll see how big and bad you really are.
[sighs]
[students chattering]
[teen boy] Grab me one of those flyers.
What the hell was that?
Sorry, is it cool if I take one?
That...
...was our big break.
[ominous music playing]
Chief? Chief, you-you got a second?
What is it?
We got a call at the station from a doctor.
He said that, um...
He said his patient escaped from Smith's Grove Sanitarium.
Stole a car.
Could be anywhere by now.
Smith's Grove, huh?
Wanna know why he was there?
Enlighten me.
For killing his teenage sister.
This could be our guy, Chief.
Hey, the doctor who called...
His name wasn't "Loomis," was it?
You know him?
McCabe, that was a prank call.
You just described the movie "Halloween."
I know we're getting a bunch of bogus tips,
but do me a favor, try and use some common sense moving forward.
[barking]
[eerie music playing]
[dog barking]
[barking continues]
[music fades]
[Spud] So... walk us through this again.
-Okay. Iron Maiden. -[bass notes playing]
Judas Priest. Slayer.
All their acts are built around what?
Satan.
They rule, yeah, but where would they be
if they played it straight like The Stones or The Beatles?
They'd be The Stones and The Beatles.
It's, like, rock tradition.
The Devil has always had the best tunes.
Arrive at the point.
The point is... we're a heavy metal band.
Let's be Satanists!
-The fuck? -We're halfway there.
We have the music.
Let's just be more committed to the brand.
Okay, you guys all saw how everybody reacted
when they thought we were into that witchy stuff.
It's all anybody's been talking about since Ryan went missing.
Satanism is in.
That's actually not a bad point.
Yeah, there's only one tiny problem...
None of us are even remotely into Satanism.
That never stopped Ozzy from using the Devil to sell records.
This seems like a good plan to piss my parents off...
-So I'm in. -[Jordy] I'm not.
It's phony and gross.
I mean, Cliff's an asshole, yeah, but he's not wrong.
Someone's missing and people are scared. You want to exploit that?
It's just an act. It's not like we're gonna be
actually killing cats or drinking blood.
The second Ryan's home, all this stuff is gonna blow over.
We have to strike now while the iron's hot.
You know, I don't actually think you're doing this for the band.
-What is that supposed to mean? -It means
you were fine with all of this being for fun
until your crush said she'd come to one of our shows.
I think you realized for some weird,
repressed, Catholic, Manson Girl reason,
Judith is actually into all of this Satanism bullshit.
Ooh!
-[upbeat rock music playing] -[sighs]
Look...
We are the ones that nobody notices.
The goths. The burnouts. The nerds.
It's never gonna be our time.
So either we resign to our spot in obscurity,
or we create our own luck.
And I don't know about you guys, but...
I'm tired of being invisible.
-Fine. -Ooh!
But I'm gonna be in charge of our style onstage.
You two look like a couple of police sketches.
Deal.
[Jordy] Mm-mm.
You gots to.
[upbeat rock music continues]
[woman] That's Ryan's class schedule,
report cards, extracurriculars,
attendance... everything.
[chief] Thank you. Yearbook.
Honor Society.
You wouldn't know if Ryan's a member
of any kind of religious club or group,
like, uh, I don't know, a Bible study?
Prayer groups? That sort of thing?
[Tracy] How could he?
[chief] Beg your pardon?
God isn't welcome in our schools.
It's unconstitutional.
You should know that as well as anyone.
Schools can't teach religion, no,
but a student of any faith, if they want to start a club,
the state of Michigan says they're welcome.
But not supported.
Not affiliated, ma'am.
[uneasy music plays]
I'm sure you're here for a reason.
Dropping off a doctor's note for my daughter.
Strep throat.
Sorry to hear that. Thanks for your help.
I'll keep your daughter and her health in my prayers tonight.
[door closes]
Thank you, Mrs. Whitehead. I just have a few questions.
Mrs. Whitehead?
Uh, Mrs. Whitehead?
[uneasy music intensifies]
[soft gasp]
[discordant electric guitar chord resonates]
-[music fades] -[distant dog barking]
[Dylan] Need a hand?
Uh, I... I would love one.
-Oh, my. -[Dylan] Yeah.
[Linda laughs softly]
-What? -Nothing, I just...
The last time we were both at this sink,
I think you were probably in it.
[splutters] Hey, can I ask you something?
Hmm?
You were... popular in high school, right?
Sort of. I mean...
I was Homecoming Queen my senior year.
Did I ever tell you that?
So, you... had a lot of friends?
I thought I did.
But then...
after graduation, they... they started to disappear.
-What happened? -Nothing. Nothing happened.
Some of them left for college, and others started families,
or got involved with their careers.
Just... mm.
But you were the Homecoming Queen.
[chuckles]
Sure, honey, in high school. [sighs]
There's a big difference between being seen and...
being known.
I'd settle for either.
Oh, sweetie. Mm. [kisses]
You're gonna be fine.
Really.
Whoa!
[uneasy music playing]
[sighs]
Don't show your father, okay?
[both chuckle]
Go. [laughs softly]
[Linda sighs]
[ominous music playing]
[uneasy music builds]
[man on TV] Hi, friends. Welcome to "The Jerry Nolan Show"...
What is it I'm not supposed to see this time?
Just... It's nothing. Nothing. What are you watching?
Channel 7 is rerunning that Jerry Nolan special on Satanist weirdos.
Joining us, we have renowned expert on the occult, Dr. Henry Mulvey.
-[Jerry] Welcome back, Doctor. -Thanks, Jerry.
As well as Ricky Ward, a self-proclaimed Satanic cult leader
-at just 16 years old. -[ominous music plays]
Dr. Mulvey, why has Satanism struck such a chord with today's youth?
As is the case with almost all cults,
I've found the one thing these young people
have in common is a deep sense of alienation.
They find comfort in Satanism,
which is, in essence, a rejection of the world
that they feel has rejected them.
Interesting. Would you say that's an accurate description
of you, Dylan?
[music intensifies]
-[gasps] -What?
[eerie music swells, fades]
-What's wrong? -[Ricky] That ain't it at all.
I didn't choose Satan.
Satan chose me.
Honey, it's just a show. Okay?
And I think we might need to switch it up.
-[TV remote clicks] -Ballgame.
All right? The Tigers. Oh.
-[ominous music resumes] -[Gene] You're okay.
[Gene snoring softly]
[sighs]
[uneasy music playing]
[door hinge creaking]
[echoing metallic click]
[eerie music intensifies]
[shivering breaths]
[dramatic, ominous music building]
[screaming]
-[gasping] -[Gene gasps] What?
[soft gasping]
What?
It's... [sighs]
-You all right? -Mm. Mm-hmm.
-I'm fine. -Okay. I'm not.
-[Linda sighs] -Go back to sleep.
[uneasy music playing]
[sighs]
[telephone ringing]
Hello?
-Um... -Okay, Mom!
-Heading out, have a good night! -Dylan!
-Hang on a second. Dylan. -[sighs]
I have a Judith Sanders on the phone for you.
Um, hey, Judith. What's up?
[Judith] Hey! Would it be okay to bring friends tonight?
I told Tonya and she told Fred who told Cliff.
Cliff is actually going?
[Judith] Is that okay?
Uh, yeah, sure!
[Judith] Rock and roll! See you tonight!
[phone line clicks]
Making plans with your friends?
Yeah. Jordy and Spud are gonna meet me at the drive-in.
We're gonna watch "UHF."
Uh-huh? And you're taking your guitar?
Yeah. In case we wanna jam out afterwards. [chuckles]
Hmm. You know, I'm thinking
with everything going on in this town,
it's a good idea for you to stay home.
I already told Jordy and Spud,
and they told a bunch of people--
It's really not up for debate, Dylan.
Why not?
Because this is where you're planning on going. Right?
-You're grounded until Monday. -That's not fair--
No phone, no friends, no guitar until Monday.
You lied to me.
This is not the kind of family we are.
And this...
This is not the kind of family we are.
Not now and not ever.
Do you hear me?
["Frost and Fire" by Cirith Ungol plays]
[Linda] Dylan! Dylan!
* The tales that speak of frost and fire *
-* The Frost Monstreme... * -Dylan!
[song fades]
[sighs]
[soundscape distorts]
-["Frost and Fire" resumes] -* I feel it burning *
-* And I feel the freeze * -[indistinct chatter]
* The frost, the fire *
* It burns inside of me *
[teens chattering]
[knocking on door]
It's about goddamn time!
I know, I'm sorry.
[sighs]
[Jordy groans]
[Jordy] All right. [groans]
So... is there anyone we know out there?
She's here. She's in the garage.
-Really? -Really really.
Here. Try this on.
[rock music continues faintly in background]
I need you to promise me something.
Yeah?
-Be careful with her, okay? -What do you mean?
You've been obsessed with her for, like, years.
And she didn't act like you existed until a couple of days ago.
I don't trust her.
You have a good...
heart, dude.
I just don't wanna see it go bad.
Okay. Yeah. I promise.
Good. Okay. [chuckles]
All right. [clears throat] So?
I don't get it.
Well, I did some research.
The Church of Satan is founded by carnies.
It's way more spectacle than religion,
so I thought a carnival theme would be cool.
I am The Bearded Lady.
Spud is The Lion Tamer. And you...
...you're The Ringmaster.
-I love it. -Good.
-Now let's get you painted up. -[Spud] Hey!
'Bout time, Ringling Bro.
Yo, hey, check this out. So...
my cousin owns a screen-printing place.
Uh-huh?
I been thinking about our rebrand, and...
Bam!
It's pretty metal, right?
You know that's not a pentagram, right?
"Penta" means "five."
That's six points.
-That's the Star of David. -Huh?
That's a burning Star of David.
That is not metal.
It's a hate crime.
Oh! Oh, I see it. Oh, okay.
Oh... Oh. Uh-oh.
Why did no one stop me?
[indistinct chatter]
-[spotlights clap on] -[chatter halts]
[ominous heavy metal playing]
[music stops]
[faint, scattered chattering]
-[Dylan clears throat] -[feedback whines]
Woe to you, O earth and sea.
For the Devil sends the Beast with wrath.
Because he knows the time is short.
[voice distorts] Let him who hath understanding
reckon the number of the Beast,
for it is a human number.
Its number
is six hundred and sixty-six.
* I left alone *
* My mind was blank *
* I needed time to think *
* To get the memories from my mind *
* What did I see? *
* Can I believe *
* That what I saw that night *
* Was real and not just fantasy? *
* Just what I saw *
* In my own dreams *
* Were they reflections of my warped mind *
* Staring back at me? *
* 'Cause in my dreams *
* It's always there! *
* The evil face that twists my mind *
* And brings me to despair *
-* Yeeeeah! * -[cheering and laughing]
[crowd cheering]
* The night was black, was no use holding back *
* 'Cause I just had to see *
* Was someone watching me? *
* In the mist *
* Dark figures move and twist *
* Was all this for real *
* Or just some kind of hell? *
* Six! Six! Six! *
* The number of the Beast *
* Sacrifice is going on tonight *
[intense guitar solo]
[solo continues]
[crowd cheering]
* Six! Six! Six! *
* The number of the Beast *
* Six! Six! Six! *
* The one for you and me! *
-[song ends] -[loud cheering]
[teens chanting] Dethkrunch! Dethkrunch!
-Dethkrunch! Dethkrunch! -[teen boy] Hail Satan!
Hail Satan!
[loud cheering]
Check out what I found outside!
-[cat meows] -Little dude wants to party too.
He ain't partying nowhere in here. I am allergic.
Take him back outside. Thank you.
A'ight, uh, Dethkrunch shirts, one for five, two for ten.
[Jordy groans]
I think my ears are bleeding.
Same. Isn't it great?
You know, I thought this idea of yours was really dumb.
But I have to hand it to you.
It worked.
I honestly couldn't have done it without you.
I mean, you could have.
You just would have looked like a humongous dork.
[both chuckle]
Oh, my God, Dylan! [laughs]
You guys rock!
Thank you. I'm so glad that you came. [chuckles]
This is Tonya, her boyfriend Fred,
and... I think you know Cliff.
Hey. Killer show.
-Yeah. Dude, you can shred. -[Tonya] Yeah.
Thanks.
Hey, Cliff.
Hey, man, I got a question.
[belches]
How come I never heard about you guys until this week,
and now half of the graduating class is at your show?
Cliff.
Everybody here heard a different rumor about you guys.
Getting hard to tell what's real and what's bullshit.
All right, you're drunk.
He's not drunk, he's just an ass.
It's weird, no?
I mean, one day, you're a nobody.
The next day, Dylan Campbell: friendly neighborhood Satanist.
Let's find someplace quiet.
[ominous music playing]
[Linda] Look, I know we could go to the mall and find... that thing
on 50 album covers.
But after what happened to that boy...
don't you worry?
Dylan spends so much time alone.
What if he fell into something, and we just didn't notice?
[chuckles] We're still talking about the same kid, right?
[scoffs]
No, he's not like we were in high school,
but this is Dylan we're talking about.
Where is this coming from?
Yeah, you're right.
You are.
But?
[Linda] Do things around here feel...
different to you?
Well, a boy went missing.
And there was an earthquake.
Here. In Michigan.
[chuckles] It's been a helluva week.
[inhales sharply, sighs]
But do... do you feel different?
[fan whirring loudly]
I don't...
I don't know how to describe it, but...
for the last couple of days...
it-it's like the...
the air...
has gotten tighter somehow.
[eerie music playing]
And...
...there's something over my shoulder
everywhere I go.
[breathes shakily]
Do you feel like that, too?
[mellow electric guitar notes playing]
So... how long have you been playing?
Uh, pretty much my whole life. [chuckles]
I heard "Stairway to Heaven" when I was five years old
and I asked for a guitar that year for Christmas.
You must practice all the time.
-A little bit, yeah. -So...
did your sister help with your stage makeup tonight?
[stops playing guitar]
So...
I actually don't have a little sister.
And I made that up because, uh...
Well, because I've actually had a crush on you for a while now.
Like, a while while.
And, I don't know... black nail polish?
I mean... that's a pretty big swing for a guy like me.
I don't think so.
I mean, you're right.
Not everyone can pull it off.
But you...
...you're remarkable.
["Cowboy Song" by Thin Lizzy plays]
* I am just a cowboy *
* Lonesome on the trail *
* Lord, I'm just thinkin' about a certain female *
-[door slams shut] -[music distorts, fades]
-This isn't funny. -Lookit what I found, Devil Boy! [snickers]
-Great, Cliff. You found a cat. -[cat meows]
-Show us. -Show you what?
[echoing metallic click]
-How it's done. -Dude, are you crazy?
Last time I checked, I wasn't the one bragging about... What was it?
Animal sacrifices?
Blood drinking?
Satanic rituals?
I mean, I'm not crazy, just curious.
And you know what they say about curiosity and the cat, right?
-You're sick. -He's not sick, he's just drunk.
I'm drunk too, and you don't see me tossing cats around.
You talk a lot, big shot.
[tense music plays]
Let's see you back it up.
Do it.
-What? -Judith!
[cat meows]
I can tell
there's something really special about you.
It's dark
and beautiful.
And I want to see...
where that comes from.
I want you to show me, Dylan.
[music intensifies]
[meows]
Well?
Uh... [clears throat]
Uh...
Yeah, okay.
Um...
[cat meows]
Yeah, so just take...
the cat... [clears throat]
Grab it, and then you just...
And then the knife. Thank you. Um...
-And then you just, uh... -[meow]
-Oh... -[screeches]
[Dylan] You-you just...
Do it.
-Do it! -[hisses]
Do it!
[meows]
-[cat screeches] -Thank fuck!
Christ. Man, you had us going.
See, man? I told you he wasn't gonna do it.
[Judith sighs]
[soundscape distorts]
[woman on TV] Our operators are standing by...
[door opens]
[eerie music playing]
[discordant heavy metal music playing]
[breathing shakily]
[Dylan] Look...
There's something you need to understand about me.
I don't answer to you.
Or you.
What the fuck?
I answer to one...
...and only one.
[gasps]
[discordant music continues]
[eerie music playing]
[breathing shakily]
[Jordy] You have a good heart, dude.
I just don't wanna see it go bad.
[Judith] Don't worry. I don't think you're freaks or anything.
It's cool.
-[inhales, sobs] -[Cliff] Dylan Campbell.
Friendly neighborhood Satanist.
Let's see how big and bad you really are.
[Jordy] It's phony and gross.
[Spud] You're jealous of a missing person?
[Linda] ...big difference between being seen and being known.
[Judith] Do it.
Do it.
Do it!
-Do it! -[yells]
[dark heavy metal playing]
[clattering]
[grunts]
[equipment smashing]
[music intensifies]
[gasps] Dylan?
[man on TV] We are sorry to interrupt regular programming,
but Action 10 has been informed
there is a tragic end to that missing person's case in Happy Hollow,
where police have discovered the body
of high school student Ryan Hudson...
-[gasps] -...in what police are calling
a vicious, ritualistic murder.
Tonight, many local parents fear...
-[clattering] -[gasps]
...that Satanism has come to their town.
-[dark heavy metal continues] -God.
Dylan?
Dylan, are you here?
[sharp exhale]
[music builds]
[gasps, breathes rapidly]
[music fades]
[ominous music playing]
[gasps]
[sharp exhale]
[gasps]
[light bulb buzzing]
[eerie music building]
Gene?
[eerie voice hissing]
[Linda grunts, coughs]
[screams]
[screaming]
[eerie voice snarling]
[grunting]
[intense music playing]
[screaming]
[gasps]
[music softens]
[voices whispering]
[Linda screaming]
[whimpering] Oh, my God.
[sobbing]
[intense heavy metal playing]
[sharp gasp]
[glass shatters]
[news fanfare plays]
[man on TV] Tonight, the stunned community of Happy Hollow
faces a new chilling threat from within:
Satanism.
Panic is spreading in the town
in the wake of this shocking crime,
and it has many people asking,
do you believe in the Devil?
[siren chirps]
[man over PA] Hands where I can see 'em, kid.
[ominous music playing]
[car door opens]
I'm sorry.
-[music fades] -[insects chirring softly]
-[pounding on door] -[gasps]
[ominous music resumes]
[pounding on door]
-[loud thud] -[gasps]
Hello?
[pounding on door]
[music intensifies]
[breathing shakily]
Mommy?
Faith!
-You're home! -[whimpers]
[Faith gasps]
[dark synth-pop music playing]
* Onward Christian soldiers onto war *
* With the cross of Jesus on before *
* God is strength and strength is godliness *
* Bring the Bible crashing on their heads *
* It's more than they deserve *
* Foxed by the rabbit, the sheep was a wolf *
* The choir was an army *
* Salvation is a bullet in a gun *
* Foxed by the rabbit, the sheep was a wolf *
* The choir was an army *
* Salvation is a bullet in a gun *