01x04 - Dance Macabre

[bunniefuu]

[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 k*ll?

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 sh*t 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.

as*ault.

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 f*cked 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, f*ck you, then.

You wanna try that
one more time?

Sure. f*ck you.

At least I have the
courtesy to say it out loud.

Okay.

f*ck 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 f*ck 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 sh*t, 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...

sh**t, 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 k*ll 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.

- 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 b*mb 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]