[eerie music plays]
[Dandridge] Okay, so, Ryan disappears.
Dies of an asthma attack.
Then, his heart is yanked out,
and somehow ends up in a puddle on my favorite rug.
Who goes through all that just to throw the damn thing away?
Someone who got what they needed?
It's a heart, not a Dixie Cup.
That mark on the deer...
You know what it's used for?
Summoning demons.
Yeah.
I read something like that.
But you're not buying any of it.
Can you take that to the coroner, please?
- [telephone rings] - Police department.
[Faith] Ryan Hudson was kidnapped by two men in a white van.
One of them works at the body shop on Fourth.
- Okay. Whoa, hold on. Hold on. - He has a mustache.
He has a scar on his left hand, and, um, he has, um--
Hey, it's okay.
- Take a deep breath. - [Faith breathes deeply]
Good.
Who am I speaking with?
- Can I remain anonymous? - Yeah, of course.
You mentioned two men.
Can you describe the second one?
No.
I didn't get a good look at him. He...
He wore this mask the whole time.
[suspenseful music]
Miss, how do you know these details
about Ryan's kidnapping?
Because I was taken with him.
[dial tone hums]
[heavy metal theme music plays]
♪ I want your rough house maybe ♪
♪ And I want this right in your ear ♪
♪ You let me feel your danger ♪
What do you know about Crowley?
Like the Ozzy Osbourne song?
[chuckles] You're cute.
Aleister Crowley?
The Satanic black magician?
I've been reading his work lately.
You wanna know what he says about sex?
Tell me.
That it's the most ancient rite of all.
To harness your sexuality
is to transcend.
What do you think?
Do you wanna transcend with me?
Not now.
I was thinking...
after Homecoming.
Homecoming?
Well, I didn't want to pressure you, but, yeah.
I was kinda hoping you'd ask.
You want to go to the dance with me?
Like, as a couple... officially?
Hoping you'd ask about that, too.
I'm sorry. I'm just new to all of this.
It shows.
Um... [exhales sharply]
Do you want to go to the dance with me?
Hmm.
Well, I have this rule,
where I only go to Homecoming with my boyfriend.
Will you be my girlfriend?
[Jordy] You need to break up with Judith.
She's a Satanic Yoko, dude.
I resent the implication that a woman is responsible
for a man's bad choices. That being said,
Dylan is absolutely our John Lennon.
How did you guys know I was with Judith?
Because your lips is all puffy
and you smell like a cologne ad in the back of Rolling Stone.
Okay. That-that's fair.
But, I'm sorry. I'm not gonna dump her. She's our biggest fan.
Judith Sanders, the most popular girl in school,
does not care about some shitty high school metal band.
- Easy! - Yo!
She cares about living out her Satanic fantasy,
and you're her teenybopper Anton LaVey.
Judith is poison, man, face it.
How could you say that after everything she's done for us?
Like the cat that she almost had you kill?
Or the cult she coerced you into forming, that everything?
You didn't have a problem with it
when you were spitting blood all over Tonya's face.
- I had my reasons. - Look, this cult stuff
was a means to an end, anyway.
And that end is a face-melting demo
that will launch us for real, so...
you don't have to break up with Yoko--
But you do have to end the cult.
And I suspect once you show your true colors, so will she.
You're wrong about her.
We'll see about that.
- [suspenseful music] - [dog barking]
[scream echoing]
- [music building] - [scream echoing]
[Gene] Hey, hon. Sorry I'm late.
I was going--
- It's fine. You eaten? - Is everything okay?
Of course. Why wouldn't it be?
Because you're acting like Dylan
when he found that box of magazines in the woods.
What do you got there? Playgirl? Viva?
What?
[sighs softly]
I know. I know what you're thinking.
It's silly to start reading about spirits and demons,
but, honey, the fact is, I am not the only person in town
who is seeing things. So, you can call me crazy, I--
Picked it up on my way home.
I know you've been dealing with some stuff
that I don't always understand.
So, I thought maybe you and I could do
some research together.
Thank you. Thank you.
- Mmm. - I gotcha.
[suspenseful music]
Listen, I have got to get something to eat.
Then let's get started, okay?
- Yeah, that sounds great. - All right.
[music builds]
[music halts]
Have a good day now.
[pensive music]
[echoes] Mommy...
I don't want people to hate me. Please, don't tell anyone.
- Abigail, did you hear me? - [heavy sigh]
I asked if you could watch Max this afternoon.
Yes, of course.
Something on your mind?
No.
[garbled chatter over walkie]
The suspect board is coming together.
Should've seen it before I fixed the copier.
It was just this.
- Great work, Olsen. - Thanks.
We're trying, Chief.
His boss said he took the week off, and his neighbors haven't seen him around.
- What about the search warrant? - Judge Felson denied it.
Said there wasn't enough probable cause.
I get a tip that says he kidnapped Ryan,
and right when we come calling, Mr. Ten-Pound
Criminal Record vanishes.
How is that not probable cause?
Not without more information about the tipper.
Besides, he's been clean as a whistle for years.
Any luck finding that girl?
No. There's not a missing persons report
within 100 miles that fits her profile.
So, we're following a tip from an unverifiable source
about a suspect who we know next to nothing about.
Look, you might be right, but until we follow it through,
this is the best we have to work with.
Chief, it's kinda hard to get onboard
when the evidence is leaning...
- really hard another way. - Oh?
Yeah. Cute.
When there's this much smoke...
it usually means there's a fire.
- [door opens] - [Max barking]
[suspenseful music]
Afternoon, Chief. Heard you were looking for me.
[music builds, halts]
[footsteps approaching]
Good morning, dear.
I'm sorry, I don't have any breakfast ready.
I've been cleaning all morning.
We are having a visitor tomorrow.
You know Perdita Shipley,
the reporter from the Gazette?
She's doing a feature on me.
I'm gonna need your help. There's plenty to do before then.
Tomorrow's the dance.
Faith, honey, you've never wanted to go to a dance before.
I do now. I haven't had a chance to pretend things
are even remotely normal in weeks.
But this is important. Think about how many people our cause
- can reach. - Your cause, not mine.
I'm sorry, but the answer is no.
There'll be plenty more dances.
Have you heard any more from Officer Hartman?
[dramatic musical flourish]
About Ryan?
I, uh, haven't been able to reach him.
[dramatic musical flourish]
How strange.
- [telephone rings] - Oh! Maybe that's him now.
I'll leave you to it.
- Whitehead residence. - Good morning, Firefly.
Is everything okay?
That is a question, I'm afraid,
that only you are qualified to answer.
This morning, our associate, Robert,
walked through the front door of the police station,
and introduced himself to the chief of police.
What was he thinking?
Why on Earth would he do something so stupid?
Because I told him to.
I gave him an airtight alibi.
Last Wednesday,
your daughter paid a visit to Robert's workplace.
No, she would never do that.
She did do that.
And the next day, the police paid a visit of their own,
and have been turning over every rock in town ever since.
It was in our best interest to get Robert before them
sooner rather than later
so no bad ideas had time to calcify.
I trust him to get us through this,
as I trusted you.
Reverend, please, forgive me.
I will, if you play your part.
If she knew where to find Robert,
odds are, she knows more than she's letting on.
That's encouraging.
Encouraging?
She made an anonymous tip,
and she left your name out of it.
She is upset, she's confused,
but she's still your little girl.
She's protecting you.
Find out what she knows, so I can protect you, too.
Yes.
I will, Reverend.
Thank you.
[receiver hangs up]
[Faith breathing heavily on line]
[line clicks]
[footsteps overhead]
[gasps softly]
Faith, honey?
I thought you'd left.
I forgot my bag.
[line disconnect alert beeping]
[takes shaky breath]
[Dylan] I have a surprise for you.
What, you formed a second cult?
But this time, it's all homeschool kids,
- so they'll never cross paths. - Oh, clever.
You guys can give me shit the whole ride or you could have
- your faces melted off. - Huh?
- I did some tracking last night. - [both] Oh!
Okay. Got you, got you. "Tracking."
May I present to you...
"The Demo of Deth."
Behold.
[loud metal music]
♪ Burn in hell and die by the sword ♪
♪ Circle pit, full attack, full stop, here we go! ♪
♪ Now pray for my forgiveness ♪
♪ But hey ♪
♪ Let's go! ♪
♪ Circle pit, full attack, full stop, here we go! ♪
[metal music continues]
♪ Sacrifice or sin ♪
[song ends]
[all] Cool.
[energetic drum music]
[chattering]
- Yeah, let's go! - [whooping]
[chanting and cheering]
[music continues]
No way.
I don't get it. Why one, three, and four?
- Where's chicken number two? - That's what everyone will ask
once they find all three of them.
Goat Girl's an evil genius!
Homecoming tickets, last chance!
I'd like to buy one, please.
Did Mommy finally let you off the leash for the weekend?
No. I got loose.
[chuckles] Very weird.
- Who are you going with? - No one.
You're going to the dance alone?
- Yeah. - Well, tickets are one for ten,
two for 15, so, anyone you wanna ask?
[slow rock music plays]
I'll make copies tonight.
Dylan can finalize the artwork,
and we'll be good to go by Homecoming.
What's this about the dance?
You say "dance." I say...
- demo release party. - [Jordy scoffs]
We-we got a few bucks in the band fund.
Grease some palms and the whole school'll be there.
- Could move some serious units. - Homecoming's not our scene.
- Pass. -"Not our scene"?
What does that even mean anymore?
Guys, Cliff's new best friend is best friends with a goat.
The a cappella kids and the theater geeks
are legitimately cool now.
We did that.
Cliques are reforming under us.
Don't you guys think that's awesome?
How'd your talk with Judith go?
Jordy, I-I haven't had it yet.
There's a chicken up there.
[clucking]
So, a fishing trip, huh?
Where to?
Up north, Brevort.
Ah, the UP, beautiful.
My buddies and I go up there for every hunting season.
Oh, yeah? You tag anything this year?
- A couple of six packs, yeah. - [both chuckle]
I see you recently renewed your deer license yourself.
Uh, any luck?
No. Haven't had a chance to use it yet.
Too bad. So, that wouldn't be how you hurt your hand, then?
No.
Prop rod snapped off a Toyota.
Yeah, the hood nearly sliced my hand in half.
Yet another reason to buy American.
Chief, if you wouldn't, uh, mind getting to the point,
I'd appreciate it.
We got a tip placing you with Ryan Hudson
the day he disappeared.
[tense music]
Wait, I'm sorry, um...
- Placed me with him where? - In a white van
with an accomplice.
Well, I mean, I'm pretty sure in that big file of yours
there's a registration for my blue sedan.
You never serviced a white van before?
This is about my past, right?
No, but your record is eclectic.
Uh, shoplifting.
Couple of DUIs.
Assault.
All before 20.
- What changed? - I found God.
Or...
God found me.
Listen, Bob, you seem like a decent man.
So, I'm just gonna ask one more question.
Where were you June 14th, 1988?
It's okay. I'll remind you.
You were running a red light on Roberts Avenue.
Oh, never did pay that ticket.
Don't tell your friends, but in a town this small,
we don't have the manpower to track down
- every delinquent payment. - All right. Hold on a second.
But when one walks through the front door, well, hey,
that's fair game. So, I'm placing you under arrest
for failure to pay a police citation.
Wait, seriously?
Unless you have more to share
about the disappearance of Ryan Hudson.
Suit yourself.
Bail's gonna be set in the next 48 hours.
In the meantime,
any questions?
[Cliff] Have you guys fucked yet?
That's not really something I want to talk about in public.
Right, that would be devastating for your reputation,
hooking up with the hottest girl in school.
[whistle trills]
Hey, so, um, you and Judith are, like, pretty close, right?
Yeah.
Does she ever talk about me?
Oh, yeah. She won't shut up about you.
Really? What does she say?
[sighs] You really want to know?
Look, man, all Judith ever talks about...
Yeah?
...is how bad she wants your hog, man.
- Forget I asked. - Okay, look, look.
I'm sorry.
Really, she likes you.
Like, "likes you" likes you.
You're a rare breed.
Like the bad boy of good guys.
Or the good guy of bad boys.
Either way, she's all in. All in.
But you don't think it's just because of the cult, right?
- [whistle trills] - Campbell. Nelson.
That's enough chit-chat.
Everything okay with you and your dad?
Yeah, he's just pissed I quit the team.
Wait, seriously? Why?
I found something better. Which reminds me,
found a dozen new recruits from the football team
ready to go.
- Um-- - You two! Ten laps, let's go.
Uh... Cliff, the-the whole point of a cult
is that it's supposed to be secret.
If word got out, the band wouldn't be able to play again
- for the rest of our lives. - So?
Nobody's in it for the band.
Not me. Not Judith. No one.
We're in it to raise some hell, man.
[ominous music]
[school bell rings]
[students chattering]
Hey, I'm so glad I caught you.
I have this surprise in mind for Dylan. I wanted to run it by--
Well, fuck you, then.
You wanna try that one more time?
Sure. Fuck you.
At least I have the courtesy to say it out loud.
Okay.
Fuck you.
Great. Now that we've cleared the air,
do you want to tell me why you actually hate me?
Or is it just the obvious love triangle?
- You're not my type. - I didn't mean me.
- Neither is he. - So?
What is it then?
[scoffs]
You're just a tourist.
A tourist.
Me, Spud, and Dylan, we actually live like this
on the outside of things.
Before we found each other, it was hell.
This?
This is armor.
For you, it's another vacation. The second you get bored with Dylan,
you can go back to playing beer pong
with the date rapists of tomorrow, but we actually live here.
So, you've had your fun, and you've seen the sights.
If you wouldn't mind, can you just fuck off?
Just because you've made misery your whole identity
doesn't mean you've earned the right to darkness
more than the rest of us.
I deserve the chance to explore my dark side, too.
Everyone does.
This whole look you're so proud of?
It isn't armor, Jordy.
It's a cage.
[tense music]
[door opens]
Chief? The holding cell is ready.
Good. Any word on those sources?
His boss confirmed he was on the schedule
the night of the kidnapping.
What about the bait and tackle shop up in Brevort? Anything?
They said he sounded familiar.
[exhales]
Chief, if you don't mind me asking,
what makes you so sure it was him?
Honestly?
Fear.
Rogue criminal on the edge of town,
I know how to move past that.
If we can prove he's our guy, we can get back to normal.
And if we can't prove it?
That's what I'm afraid of.
If it is what it looks like, if some Satanic death cult
is spreading through our town, brainwashing our teenagers...
there's no coming back from that.
But if you did find out there was a cult,
where would you even start?
I'd have no choice but to pursue every member as a suspect.
[suspenseful music]
[school bell rings]
Hey, Jordy! I have something for you.
If this is another pamphlet from your mom,
I swear to Cthulhu...
Why does this ticket to Homecoming have my name on it?
I want you to come with me,
and I figured you'd never buy a ticket for yourself, so...
What do you think?
I think I'm tired of everyone trying to drag me by my ears
- to this dance. - I'm not dragging you anywhere.
I'm inviting you to come with me.
Why?
Because I've been a bad friend.
You deserve better,
and I hope you think I deserve a second chance
to show you that I mean it.
I don't care what my mom thinks anymore.
Okay. Prove it.
[door opens]
- Faith, honey, dinner's ready. - You hungry?
Starving.
- Hey, Mom. - How goes it, Trace?
- Excuse me? - Ooh, this looks so delicious.
[excited gasp]
Mmm! Oops, sorry! I forgot.
You guys usually thank Jesus for your food or whatever, right?
- [Faith] Yeah. - [Jordy] Mmm!
Good shit, J.C.! It's really creamy.
Blasphemer!
Leave my home, now.
I'll meet you upstairs, Jordy.
No, you most certainly will not.
Yes, she will...
Firefly.
[dark music]
I'll be in your room.
- Where have you been? - Dress shopping for the dance.
No, I told you, you're not going.
That's not up to you anymore.
What all do you know, Faith?
Why, what ever do you mean, Mother?
I know you're confused, baby girl.
And I know that you have a lot of questions
that I will answer, all in due time.
But right now, I need you to understand two things.
First, I love you.
More than anything in this life.
And second, you are playing with fire.
There are dangerous people out there.
So I need you to tell me what you think you know
so I can protect you.
You think I need you to protect me?
Can you really not see that it's the other way around?
[suspenseful music]
[music builds]
[music halts]
- [crickets chirping] - [dog barking]
[chuckles]
- Where'd you say you got this? - Meijer.
Really? What aisle?
- Toys and games. - [chuckles]
- If you think this is silly, we don't have to do it. - It's not silly. I'm sorry.
Let's talk to some spirits.
Okay, so, according to the book,
certain symbols, when used in a ritual, can...
can summon demons.
Um, so, it's symbols like--
The ones our son carved into his hand.
- [sighs] - You think Dylan's responsible?
He made a blood sacrifice in the name of Satan,
- and that night, something attacked me. - [sighing]
I don't think it's a coincidence.
Okay, well, what do you want to ask it?
I want to know its name.
And I want to know what it wants from me.
And what do you need from me?
You just clear your mind, and let the board do the talking.
Spirit, we would like to speak with you.
[wind whistling]
Are you here with us tonight?
[suspenseful music]
"No."
That doesn't make any sense.
If it's not here, how can it answer "no"?
Okay. [clears throat]
- Do it again. - Okay. Spirit, we mean you no harm,
but you are in our home.
Please identify yourself.
[eerie music]
"B"...
"L"...
-"A." You're moving that. - No. No, no, no.
[Gene] "N-K"...
Blank... blank.
[Gene] "E"...
"T"...
"Blanket."
- Gene, are you cold? - A little bit.
- If you're not gonna take this seriously, then why-- - I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I... Let's...
Sorry. Let's go again.
Fine. Okay.
Spirit...
why have you chosen our family?
Why have you chosen me?
- [Dylan] What're you guys doing? - [shouts]
Is that a Ouija board?
Any chance you've heard of a demon called "Blan-Ket"?
What?
- Gene... - Worth a shot.
It's really late, sweetie. What have you been doing?
I had to get my tux for tomorrow.
Your tux?
Are you going to the dance?
- With who? - My girlfriend.
We're doing pictures together at her house tomorrow
- if you wanna meet everybody. - That would be lovely.
- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.
[both] Girlfriend?
- Did you know? - No! [gasps]
Hey, this-this was fun.
Candles were a nice touch, babe.
[ominous music]
[footsteps approaching]
[Faith] I'm leaving.
- You look beautiful. - Thanks.
Don't wait up for me.
I want to fix this.
When you get home tonight, I want to have an honest conversation.
Give me a chance to make things right again.
- No more secrets? - No more secrets.
I promise.
[car horn honks]
[sighs] Okay.
[suspenseful music]
[exhales sharply]
[sighs]
[telephone rings]
Hello, Whitehead residence.
[Abigail] Tracy, it's my daughter.
I don't know who else to call.
Abigail?
So, um, is this girl, um...
Shoot, what do they call them on MTV, a...
head-banger, you know, with tattoos, piercings, all that?
[sighs]
[knocking on door]
[sighs] Dad, please don't be this dorky in front of her.
I just want to know what to expect, is all.
If I'm gonna meet a girl with a bone through her nose,
I need a heads-up, okay? That way I'm not so--
[upbeat music plays]
Surprised?
[muffled music playing]
Oh, your hair is just beautiful, Judith.
- You think so? - Yes!
I wanted to get it cut by you, but I didn't want to spoil
our introduction. Your hair is always so pretty.
Oh, thank you so much. You are so sweet.
You know what, I always have an open chair for you.
- [Judith] Thank you. - These kids your friends, too?
- Kinda. - Campbell, picture, now!
We'd better go. It was nice meeting you!
Yeah.
At last, the Campbells! Hi!
Cassie, Judith's mom.
- [all greeting] - Yes, of course.
And Judith is such a charmer.
Gets her in and out of trouble.
Oh, but I just have to say you did an incredible job with Dylan.
I mean, he is such a pleasure to be around.
Well, it was mostly her.
[Cassie] It usually is, isn't it?
Anyway, I'm pouring drinks at the bar later
for all the parents with empty houses tonight.
I would love for you to join.
Um...
- Yes. Yes, we would love it! - Yeah?
- Great. Of course. - Thank you.
I'll see you tonight, and enjoy! Have some deviled eggs.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
- She's nice. - She seems nice.
[Dandridge] Hey.
- You made it! - Of course I did, Jude.
Oh, thank you.
I think you've met my date.
Dylan.
Judith, come here! We're gonna do a girls-only photo. Come on.
[mouthing] Be nice.
This, uh, this been going on long?
No, just a couple weeks.
So far, so good. [nervous chuckle]
How's that hand you carved up?
It-it's good. It's healing up really nice.
And the girl you did it for?
[suspenseful music]
If I find out
that you've gotten my granddaughter
involved in any kind of trouble...
Tread lightly, Dylan.
Yes, sir.
[sighs heavily]
Dylan! We're doing couples now. Come on.
[dark musical flourish]
["Follow Your Heart" by Verona Music plays]
♪ Make me believe that you're coming back... ♪
They really went all out. It's so...
- Tacky. - Beautiful.
What's first?
[music and chatter continue]
[sighs] Guys, why aren't we out there dancing?
That's not really what we do.
But, Jordy, it's a dance.
That's not what the cool kids do.
Since when are you the cool kids?
Hey, hey! We-we prefer to hang in the back.
Get drunk.
Make fun of these assholes.
[both laugh]
Yes, we do.
Oh, hey, look.
Here come a few of 'em now.
["Only in My Dreams" by Debbie Gibson plays]
♪ Only in my dreams ♪
♪ As real as it may seem ♪
♪ It was only in my dreams ♪
Are you okay?
Um, yeah, I just--
Your grandpa kind of got in my head back there.
I'm sorry. He does that.
But don't worry about him.
- He's a teddy bear. - Yeah.
Besides...
I need those nerves of yours to be calm for later.
What does that mean? What's later?
Wouldn't you like to know.
- Um, yeah, I actually would. - [girl] Hey!
Ooh! Somebody's in trouble tonight!
Wait, what does that mean?
[energetic dance music plays]
♪ Won't you stop teasing me? ♪
♪ Stop abusing my heart ♪
♪ You know you're wanting me ♪
♪ Stop abusing my heart ♪
Thank you, Jordy.
Oh, don't thank me. Thank the whiskey.
No. For coming with me.
Whatever. It's not a big deal.
It is for me.
Accept my gratitude! [chuckles]
I guess it was a good excuse to
step out of my cage for one night.
["Love Bites" by Def Leppard plays]
♪ 'Cause making love to you might drive me crazy ♪
♪ I know you think that love is the way you make it ♪
♪ I don't wanna be there when you decide to break it ♪
Hey, um, question.
Would you have actually let me kill that cat?
- What cat? - You know the one.
[scoffs] Baby...
Of course I would have.
I have to go check on something.
♪ It's no surprise Love bites ♪
♪ Love bleeds ♪
- Did you give the DJ our tape? - Yes. I gave him the tape.
I also gave him the remainder of our band fund,
and I gave him a lifetime pass to all our shows,
yet he still hasn't come through.
- Seriously? How much was that? - Approximately ten dollars.
- Oh. - [heavy metal music plays]
[all exclaiming]
[all chanting] Dethkrunch, Dethkrunch!
[indistinct shouting]
[chanting continues]
[whooping and chanting]
[chanting] Dethkrunch! Dethkrunch!
[soft eerie music]
[dramatic musical flourish]
- What is this? - I'm sorry, Chief.
There's no going back to normal.
I tried to warn you.
They're not a band. They're a cult.
[suspenseful music]
[music builds]
[music fades]
So, what do you think? Have you, uh,
- thought about having any more? - Hmm...
Yeah, I'm not driving. Sure.
Kids, Gene. Having any more kids.
No, I mean, we did try for years before Dylan.
But every doctor we saw
said it just wasn't in the picture for us.
So... we prayed.
- And we prayed. - Did a little more than praying, actually.
Then, one day, it just sort of happened.
Yeah. He was our, uh, little miracle baby.
Mm-hmm. I know.
[upbeat pop music plays]
Dylan, we're ready for you.
Um, there's actually something I wanted to talk to you about.
- Not now. Come on. - Uh--
Seriously, I really wanna talk to you about this.
Um, what's that?
You're just gonna leave this on.
[door creaks open]
[Judith] And I'll tell you when.
[door slams]
- [footsteps approach] - [Dylan] Judith?
[suspenseful music]
[Judith] "When."
[eerie music]
What is this?
What we talked about.
Let's transcend.
Wait, wait, wait, Judith. I have to tell you something.
I don't know how to do any of the sex magic stuff.
I've never done it before. I don't know how to...
It's okay. We do.
It's all about manifesting desires through our bodies.
Think about what you want more than anything else.
Can you visualize it for me?
Yep. Shouldn't be too hard.
Good.
We'll take care of the rest.
Wait. Why do you keep saying "we"?
Oh, Jesus Christ!
Cliff?
In absentia lucis, tenebrae vincunt.
[all] In absentia lucis, tenebrae vincunt.
What's going on?
Vexilla regis prodeunt inferni.
[all] Vexilla regis prodeunt inferni.
Judith?
Volenti non fit injuria.
[all] Volenti non fit injuria.
["Poison" by Alice Cooper plays]
Ave Satana.
[all] Ave Satana.
Ave Satana.
- Ave Satana. - [Dylan] Judith.
Ave Satana.
- [Dylan] Judith. - Ave Satana.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait!
I don't know if I can do this with all of them watching.
There is no them.
No you.
No me.
There is us.
And only us.
♪ Like ice, one look ♪
Will you give yourself to us, Dylan?
♪ My pain, your thrill ♪
♪ I wanna love you but I'd better not touch ♪
♪ I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop ♪
♪ I wanna kiss you but I want it too much ♪
♪ I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Well I don't wanna break these chains ♪
♪ Poison ♪
- [loud clanking] - [music halts]
Judith?
What the hell is going on here?
[telephone ringing]
So, how we feeling?
- About what? - You know what.
Our son, the necromancer.
It sounds silly when you say it out loud like that, doesn't it?
I'll say. I mean, did you see his cheeks,
how red they got in front of Judith?
Huh?
Now, you tell me. Could a girl make the Antichrist blush?
- Gene, stop! It's not funny. - [deep voice] She's so pretty.
- Many people take it really serious. I can't... - Who cares?
- You're so-- - Um, that was my dad.
- Is everything okay? - What is it?
There was an incident at the dance.
What kind of incident?
He said it was a ritual.
What does that mean?
Well, Dylan and Judith and other kids,
um... [exhales] ...they were in the bomb shelter naked.
- What? - In the middle of a pentagram.
Excuse me.
- [Gene] Linda. - No.
[Gene mutters]
[ominous music]
[lock clicks]
[labored breaths]
It's okay. It's okay.
- There's-there's no such thing-- - [door creaking slowly]
[suspenseful music]
It's fine.
- It's fine. - [creaking resumes]
[snarling]
[screams]
[dark metal music plays]
- [knocking on door] - [gasps]
- [Gene] Linda, are you okay? - Help. Help me.
[Gene] What's going on in there?
- [pounding on door] - Help! It's inside...
It's inside me. Help.
- [pounding continues] - [Gene] Linda!
[sighs]
Mom?
[suspenseful music]
Mom!
[machine beeps]
Hi, Tracy. This is Perdita Shipley
from The Gazette.
It's about eight o'clock on Saturday night.
I stopped by this evening for our interview,
but you weren't home.
When you get a chance, can you give me a call
and we can reschedule. Thanks.
[machine beeps]
[gasps]
[loud rock music]
Hi, Faith.
We need to talk.
["Ye Morlock" by Chyld plays]