01x02 - Die Young

[bunniefuu]

[Gene] Linda? Linda?

- [sharp inhale]
- Linda!

- Hey, are you okay?
- Where's Dylan?

- Jesus, what happened?
- Gene.

Where's Dylan?

[clock ticking]

[telephone rings]

[ticking intensifies]

Here you go, bud.

Hand.

Hand.

[eerie music]

Does this come with a story?

Uh, yeah. My band was playing
a show last night and...

Ow, ow! That hurts. That
really, really hurts.

So, you're in a
band, huh? With who?

My friends, Jordy and Spud.

No kidding, I know
Spud. He's a good kid.

He's a pain in my a*s,
but he's a good kid.

- What kind of music do you play?
- Heavy metal.

Oh, yeah? Like, uh,
Sabbath or Zeppelin?

A little heavier,
like Priest, Maiden.

Ah. It's funny how

everything gets little
heavier every couple of years.

What's the name of your band?

- Dethkrunch.
- Dethkrunch.

Yeah, wow, how
times have changed.

Okay, so, Dethkrunch
plays a show,

and then by the end of it,
somehow you carved yourself up.

Fill me in.

So, I was hanging out with
a couple friends of mine

- after the show...
- And these friends have names?

Yeah, but, well, they're
not really my friends.

- They're more just like...
- Unnamed acquaintances?

Okay, go on.

I guess I was just
trying to impress them.

So, you carved...

a pentagram into your hand

to impress some guys?

Well, not... guys.

You did it for a girl?

[chuckles] Oh, wow. And
they say chivalry is dead.

- What did you do it with?
- Uh, a knife.

[clears throat] A pocket
knife. Not mine, though.

I would never carry a knife...
be the owner of a knife.

Mm-hm, 'cause that's
the issue at hand.

Uh, let me ask you.
Why a pentagram?

Well, the-the girl,
she's... into that.

Charming. Okay.

So, you're classmates
with Ryan Hudson, right?

Tell me about him.

He's... a jock.

Nicer than the other ones.

Okay, so nice,
popular, doesn't party.

Bully anybody? Hang out with
strange folks outside of school?

- That sort of thing?
- Yeah.

I don't really know
him that well. Um...

Did... did I do something wrong?

No. Stupid, yes, but not wrong,
per se, in a legal sense.

You were brought in here
because one of my officers is...

and I think I could be
frank with you, an idiot.

You shouldn't have
been brought in

and I shouldn't have been
called to deal with this.

So, I'm... I'm not in trouble?

No. I'm amending this report.

This is not an arrest.
This is just an interview.

Thanks.

And, um, I-I also really hope
that you guys do find Ryan.

Um, I guess they brought you in
here before you heard the news.

["Die Young" by Black
Sabbath playing]

What news?

[dog barking]

♪ Though the wind won't
help you fly at all ♪

♪ Your back's to the wall ♪

♪ Chain the sun and it
tears away to face you ♪

[chief] Dylan, this is gonna
be difficult for you to hear.

Ryan Hudson is dead.

[heavy metal theme music plays]

Hey, Chief?

Are-are you gonna
tell my parents?

The way I see it,
it wasn't your fault

that my men brought you
in, so it's your call.

But, um, can I level with you?

My guys did the right thing
for the wrong reasons,

pulling you off the street.

We don't want guys Ryan's age
walking around at night alone,

not after what we found.

And whoever did that to your
classmate is still out there,

so that's danger number one.

Number two is more nuanced,

given the vandalism
at the Hudson house

and the bold act of
courtship on your hand there,

folks might get the wrong idea.

People are scared, and scared
people do scary things,

even the good ones.

So, keep your hand bandaged
and your head down, okay?

And, Dylan, man to man...

whoever she is,

she's not worth it, trust me.

Try a nice girl.

Like my granddaughter,
Judith, but not her,

'cause then you'd be
back in custody, and...

[chuckles] ...we don't
want that, do we?

- [chuckles]
- Yeah, okay. Get out of here.

[Dylan] What happened
to the coffee table?

Your mother asked you
to stay in tonight.

You owe her an apology.

I'm... I'm so sorry, Mom.

That's a start. Wanna explain
what happened to your room?

- [Dylan] I-I trashed it.
- [Gene] We got that.

[ominous music]

What about the shirt?

I-I cut my hand when
I smashed my guitar.

[Gene] Okay, so, let
me get this straight.

You... you ran
off, you came back,

destroyed your
room, ran off again,

and then you show up at


- I got that right?
- No!

I mean, yes, but it's not what
it looks like. I didn't...

I wasn't arrested, okay?
I was just interviewed.

- About what?
- About Ryan Hudson.

Why would they interview
you about Ryan Hudson?

Because I was out,
wandering around.

I looked upset,
and they helped me.

[Gene] That's what they're
gonna tell me when I call?

- Yes!
- Not that you were out drinking,

partying, acting recklessly?

No! I'm telling you the truth.
I had a bad night. I mean...

I mean, there's a
m*rder*r out there.

Probably a bunch of crazies
by now, too, because...

Because scared people
do scary things.

Trust me, I get it.

I just... [sighs]
I'm-I'm exhausted.

Can I please just go to bed?

Yeah. Yeah, go to bed.

You know what, you
can stay there, too.

Take tomorrow to reflect,
'cause you're on thin ice.

Before you ask,
your mother and I

are not replacing that guitar.

So, I hope playing Pete
Townshend for the night

was worth it, rock star.

[ominous music resumes]

Hey, Linda, are you...

are you sure you're okay?

[Linda sighs]

Yeah, yeah.

[ominous music resumes]

[door creaking]

[music intensifies]

[raspy breathing]

[gasps, rapid breathing]

Oh, thank God!

You're awake...
Oh! You're awake!

[sobbing]

[Dylan] All right,
I'm heading out.

Dylan, Dylan! Hang on, hang on.

Straight home after
school. Got it?

We have the service tonight.

We're going?

Straight home. Got it.

[door opens, closes]

[ominous music playing]

[faint scream echoes]

[takes a deep breath]

[music intensifies]

We gonna talk about it today?

- We already did, honey.
- Right.

You fell...

unconscious,

- through a coffee table.
- [clears throat]

Well, Gene, that's
what happened.

I don't know what else
you want me to tell you.

Something that makes sense
would be a good start.

If that's too much, I would
settle for anything other than...

I fell? I fell.

And I'm embarrassed.

Can we please move on now?

You don't have to talk to
me if you don't want to.

But you don't have to
go it alone, either.

There's always someone
who will understand.

Honey, there is
nothing to understand.

I am completely,


- Okay. If you say so.
- Mmm.

- See you tonight.
- Bye.

[door opens, closes]

Mmm. [sighs]

[eerie music]

[gasping]

[Jordy] So, how was jail?

Who told you I was in jail?

That would be Spud.

- Who told you I was in jail?
- My police scanner.

By the way, you shouldn't
go on nighttime bike rides

when there's an active k*ller
on the loose. I'm just saying.

I wasn't in jail.

I was at the police
station. That's all.

- What happened to your hand?
- Don't worry about it.

- What's it like being arrested?
- I wasn't arrested.

Were you cuffed? Did they
read you your rights?

- Yeah.
- You were arrested.

What was interrogation like?

- It was an interview.
- Were you free to leave?

- No.
- [both] You were interrogated.

Can we please just let this go?

- You good, man?
- Yeah, just...

Ryan, you know?

Y'all think this is
bad for the band?

[scoffs] Hello!

He was m*rder*d.

A kid is dead. That's
what you're worried about?

What has that got to do with me?

"For whom the bell tolls,
it tolls for thee."

- Those ain't even the lyrics.
- I'm not talking about the song.

When someone dies, that
should freak you out,

because it shows you how
vulnerable we really are.

Anyone can die at any moment.

I don't think that's
real to you yet.

What am I supposed to do
about that, like, I...

Uh, you could try
not being an a*s.

Look, you're both right,
okay? Spud, you're an a*s,

and if word got out
that I was arrested,

it would be very
bad for the band.

["Psycho k*ller" plays]

♪ Psycho k*ller
Qu'est-ce que c'est? ♪

♪ Fa-fa-fa-fa
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa better ♪

♪ Run, run, run, run,
run, run Run away ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Psycho k*ller
Qu'est-ce, que c'est? ♪

♪ Fa-fa-fa-fa
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa better ♪

I think word got out.

Thank you, Spud.

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

- [breathing heavily]
- [Tracy] I was so scared, Faith.

- What day is it?
- It's Monday morning, dear.

- I've been gone for...
- Four days.

You came home Saturday,

and slept all yesterday.

The police were here,

and the doctor.

The swelling's gone down.

Hey.

We can take the day,

the week, whatever you need.

I'm just sorry I
didn't act sooner.

Baby, what happened
to you out there?

I'm not mad that you ran off.

You're not in any trouble.

Was it because of
something that I said?

[ominous music]

What?

It's okay.

You can tell me.

No... [stammers]
I didn't run away.

What are you saying, Faith?

Someone took me.

Men in masks...

and these hoods, it just...

It all just feels
like a bad dream.

And you can't remember
anything else?

No.

Okay.

Okay.

It's okay, baby.

Why don't you go back to bed?

Mommy is gonna go see the police

and she is gonna fix this.

[door creaking]

[ominous music continues]

[screams]

Run!

[chattering]

[pulsing suspenseful music]

[school bell rings]

[sniffs]

[chief] Good afternoon, folks.

First of all, I want
to thank you all

for coming out to show your
concern for this community.

We all know why
we're here today.

Let's open it up for
the first question.

Perdita Shipley,
Happy Hollow Gazette.

What steps will the police
take to ensure safety?

We're everything we can to
protect people in this town,

including an increased police
presence in the neighborhoods.

We have a tip line that's
being closely monitored.

But we can't do it all.

We need help from you, as well.

We've not implemented a
curfew, at this point,

but we're encouraging parents

to keep your kids
indoors at night.

Rumor has it an arrest was made.

No arrest has been
made at this time.

Thank you. Next question.

Is there more you can tell
us about the vandalism

- done at the victim's home?
- The investigation is ongoing,

so we're not prepared to discuss
more details at this time.

It was on the news, Chief.

Don't believe everything
you see on TV, sir.

We're not prepared
to discuss it.

[Tracy] I'll discuss it.

[unsettling music]

I would like to pose a question
to the parents in the room.

Know where your children
were the night that boy

was found m*rder*d, hmm?

A Satanic rock and roll concert.

I'll bet they told you
they were somewhere else.

Anywhere else.

But make no mistake about it.

This is what we
parents are up against.

Thank you for bringing
that to our attention.

"Pure Evil."

A child was m*rder*d.

And on his garage

was the very symbol

that a group of his peers

used to lure our children

into their trap.

I would like to know what
you're doing about this.

First of all, thank
you for your concern.

But know that we are
following up every lead.

So, if anybody has any
information, please, contact us.

So, if you'll take a seat...

Are you talking to the hellions
responsible for this flyer?

We're not prepared to comment
on active suspects at this time.

Now, please, take a seat.

- It's your job to keep us safe.
- I'm gonna do that

by conducting a
thorough investigation,

not by starting a witch hunt.

If you won't help protect
our children, Chief,

we'll just have to
do it ourselves.

[quiet chattering]

If you, too, are outraged

by what we've allowed to
happen before our very eyes,

join my discussion group
this Thursday at church.

Thank you, ma'am.

Tracy.

Tracy Whitehead.

Thank you, Tracy. Is that all?

[applause]

[sighs] Every time I think
we've reached the social nadir

of this school, we somehow
manage to sink even lower.

I disagree.

Last week, we were invisible.

Now, we're detested.

- That's lateral movement.
- Stop.

Remember on Saturday
when everybody loved us?

It's been two days.

How did it get so bad so fast?

Half the school did see us
singing songs about Satan

on the same night that
Ryan was found m*rder*d.

- So, it checks out.
- [Jesse] Hey, freaks.

- [Dylan] What do you want?
- Wanted to come and tell you

I'm not afraid of you.

You know, I-I appreciate
that, bro, for real.

- Heard about this.
- Uh...

- What's he talking about?
- I-I have no idea.

No? You didn't tell your friends

about the blood
sacrifice that you made?

Just leave us alone,
Jesse, all right?

Or what?

You gonna k*ll me?

I already told you,
I'm not afraid of you.

Or you, or...

- Whoa!
- Sit!

- What are you doing?
- I'm stopping this.

All right, everybody, listen up!

You all know me and my friends
here, specifically, this idiot.

And we all know what
happened to Ryan Hudson.

So, uh, is there anything
you wanna ask us?

Anything at all?

I-I think what my friend is
trying to say is we didn't...

What happened to your hand?

What happened to his
hand isn't important.

What's important is that
we didn't have any...

Did you really
sacrifice Ryan to Satan

- to get rich and famous?
- What?

- Just show us your hand!
- [students clamoring]

- [sharp whistle]
- [clamoring subsides]

Dylan couldn't have
done anything to Ryan.

The night he went missing,
he was at the drive-in

with me and my friends, right?

Right?

Yeah, that's right.
He was with us.

See, he might be a freak,

but he's not a m*rder*r.

See?

Nothing to gawk at, gawkers.

[school bell rings]

Thanks.

When's the next show?

Uh, yeah, well, I kind of, um,

smashed my-my guitar.
So, it won't, um...

- it won't be for a while.
- Hmm.

- See you in homeroom?
- Yeah. I'll see you there.

["Don't Ask Me" by
The Majik plays]

Anything you want to tell us?

I may have carved a
pentagram into my hand.

You-you what?

Well, it was either
that, or k*ll a cat.

Why would you ever have to
choose between those two options?

["Don't Ask Me" by
The Majik continues]

[song fades]

[Linda] Uh... excuse me?

Uh... Father?

Uh, Mrs. Campbell?

Yes.

Lovely to see you.

Thank you for taking
the time. Um, I know

I am not a regular
here, but, um,

it's about my son and, uh...

I'm sorry.

- This is difficult.
- That's okay.

I'm here to listen. So, uh...

Uh, you and your son, hm?

Dylan.

He's-he's gotten into
some particular music.

Loud, abrasive, heavy...

Heavy metal. Okay,
uh, what else?

He got in trouble, real trouble,

a few days ago, with the police.

Okay, so, he's
rebellious he's changing.

That scares you.

- How old is Dylan?
- Seventeen.

Well...

that's just what people
his age do, right?

Make mistakes, find themselves.
That's scary for both of you.

I wish it was that
simple, I really do,

but I feel like it's not.

Well, how do you feel?

I'm afraid.

He-he's gotten...

dark, angry.

We had an argument over the
weekend and that night...

I felt something in the house.

How do you mean?

[sighs] How do I say this?

I walked into
Dylan's room alone,

but there was something
in there with me.

Something dark.

I couldn't see it,
but I could feel it.

It was there.

Linda...

when you say that you're afraid,

do you mean that you're
afraid for your son

or of him?

[school bell rings]

- Cool if I join you?
- Sure.

It's been a while
since we did this, huh?

What was all of
that about today?

I mean, people are
small-minded assholes,

- that's what that was about.
- Seriously, I mean,

why would anyone think you
and your friends k*lled Ryan?

You haven't heard?

Oh, it's 'cause we're
big, scary Satanists.

But, I mean, I guess I'm closer

to being a Satanist
than I am a Christian,

but religion is not
really my thing.

No offense.

Well, then why do
they think that?

It's all some get-cool-quick
scheme that Dylan concocted

to get more attention
for our band.

Boy, did that one blow
up in our faces quickly.

I still don't get it, though.

Why do people think
Satanists k*lled him?

Seriously?

What, does your mom still
not let you watch TV?

Of course she doesn't. Um...

I mean, when they found Ryan
it was, like, pretty grisly.

Like... ritualistic
even, you know?

[ominous music]

None of it makes sense.

I'm sorry, um, were you
two close or something?

- Does anyone know?
- Just you.

Do you have anyone to talk to?

I mean, your mom or...

If my mom found out about me
and Ryan, I'd be dead too.

Oh, thank God, she's home.

Hello, miss.

[chattering]

[Mark] Okay, boys!

Eyes up, ears open.

No point in avoiding the
elephant in the room.

Ryan was the heart of this team
and that can't be replaced.

We're gonna have to
try to find that again

as a team, and that takes time.

He was also the
backbone of our offense.

Unfortunately, that's something
we can't give due time to heal.

Because we have to play.

For Ryan and for ourselves.

Clifford?

For now, you're our
starting quarterback.

- Got it?
- Got it.

- Thanks, Dad.
- [team murmurs]

- Coach.
- [team chuckles]

I want everyone on the
field in five minutes.

Suck up what you have
to. Life goes on.

And for God's sakes,
stay indoors at night.

If that boy isn't safe,
then none of us are.

[team murmurs in agreement]

- [quiet chattering]
- [Cliff sighs]

[chattering continues]

[teammate] Hey, QB. Coach
still tuck you in at night?

Hey, man.

They're idiots.

Oh, yeah. I know.

[loud drumming continues]

I didn't do it.

Spud, are your parents home?

No, they're in Chicago.

Ah. Is that where they were when
this party of yours went down?

Come on in.

Well, it's not exactly Cobalt
Hall but not a bad setup.

- Appreciate it.
- How many kids you pack in here?

[grunts] Maybe about


Fifty more in the
house and yard.

Huh. That's impressive.

- Do you know why I'm here, Spud?
- You got a noise complaint?

No, I'm here because
an irate mother

was waving your
band's flyer around

at town hall like a smoking g*n.

So, if I wanna keep my
job, I gotta come down here

and ask some questions.

Um, all right,

Questions like what?

Like what the hell
are you doing, Spud?

"Witness pure evil," seriously?

I mean, it filled
the room, didn't it?

It's in bad taste, and
it puts a big, red target

right on your back, which
I now have to investigate.

Well, you'd be
wasting your time.

Look, whatever is going on here

is way bigger than us.

- Look at this.
- What is it?

That's a letter from the USGS.
United States Geological Survey.

Says there was no
seismic activity

in southeast Michigan last week.

Do you really believe
the chief of police

didn't think to call the
USGS station in Ann Arbor?

I guess it's fine that
you stealing my thunder.

That just means you're
with me on this.

So, the point is, nothing
is what it seems, all right?

Go with me on this.
The moon landing!

- [scoffs]
- Everybody knows it was staged.

Any idiot knows that.
But that's just it.

They want you to think
it's that simple.

Okay, let's wrap this up.

The earth quaked
without an earthquake.

Is it possible that a m*rder
wasn't a m*rder at all?

I mean, something big is
going on in this town.

Ryan could be a thread in
a web of conspiracies...

I've heard enough. Spud...

somebody that you knew is gone.

Somebody your age.

He had friends. He had family.

He had people that loved him.
He is not conspiracy fodder!

What you're saying
is just as bad

as those whack jobs
down there at town hall.

So here's what I need
you to do for me.

You're gonna go to the
funeral later today I hope?

- Yes, sir.
- Good.

All you have to do is be there.

Sit with it.

Take a moment at the coffin.

Let it be real.

[pensive music]

Sorry, Chief.

[ominous musical transition]

[door opens, closes]

Is there anything else you can
tell me about the masked men?

Any defining characteristics

or vehicle?

They drove a van.

White.

White van. That's good.

Is that where they held
you the whole time?

No, I was in a room.

Like, a basement.

All I remember is just... me.

I was just staring at
myself the whole time.

Do you mean like in a mirror?

Yeah.

Okay. Okay, that helps.

The limited recall
that you have suggests

you were-you were drugged.

Is there anything else
you want to share with me?

Anything at all?

[ominous music]

No.

No, that's-that's everything.

Okay.

Well...

if you do remember anything,

anything at all,

you just have your mom get
in touch with me, okay?

- I'll come running.
- Okay.

[Tracy] I thought she ran away!

[Hartman] Should've filed
a missing persons report

- at 48 hours.
- I see that now.

I am a bad mother. Is that
what you want me to say?

[intense ominous music]

[dramatic musical flourish]

[ominous music building]

[music softens]

[music building]

[music fades]

[grunts softly]

Dylan? [sighs]

- Are you ready?
- Do I really have to go?

Yes. Yeah, you really have to go

because it's really
the right thing to do.

Even if everyone
in town hates me?

Why do you think
everybody hates you?

[sighs] You wouldn't understand.

Um...

[chuckles]

Well, try me.

It's just... It's the way
that people look at me.

Like I'm some sort of monster.

Like I'm some kind of
k*ller, like I'm like...

Like...

Like that.

[pensive music]

Dylan...

Nobody hates you.

People are just afraid,
okay, and-and...

They're confused, and
when they see you tonight

paying your respects, they're
gonna see there's absolutely

nothing to be afraid of.

- [electrical buzzing]
- [ominous music]

Are you okay?

Yes. I'm sorry. I'm a little...

- I'm jumpy.
- [Gene] Dylan, Linda, let's go!

[organ playing]

[quiet chattering]

Thank you.

Hey, can I go say hi
to Jordy and Spud?

Yeah.

[quiet chatter continues]

How you holding up?

Sitting with it.

Just kind of taking it all in.

Unbearable.

- But I'm here if you need me.
- Thank you.

Petey, Big Tim.
Hey, come on, guys.

Honey, honey, can
you go, please?

Go!

[organ music continues]

How's she taking it?

Judith? She seems fine.

I thought they were close.

No, not really.

I mean, they ran
in similar circles,

but, well, I think Ryan

was a little too
squeaky clean for her.

You know your granddaughter.

Sounds a lot like her mother.

Um, hey, guys.

I'm sorry.

About the hand,
about the guitar.

I should've told you.

Even Cliff is looking upset.

It almost makes me
feel bad for the guy.

Almost.

God, I feel like people
do not want me to be here.

It's not about you.

As much as you tried to
make it that way, at first.

Whatever people say or
think isn't your fault.

It never was.

[organ music and
chattering continue]

Okay?

[chief whispers] Sit down.

[priest] In times like these,

we struggle to find
the right words,

because there are none.

Not for a life so
tragically cut short

and with intent.

Now, the first m*rder was Abel
by way of Cain, his brother.

It's the ultimate
betrayal of love.

And that is what evil is,

it's the enemy of
love, life, joy.

It's an ember...

that the Devil stokes within us.

We feel it burning inside, but
we are called to turn away.

Days like today
make that difficult,

because there is no guidance.

There's no starlight by
which to navigate our woes.

We can only bear them

with His grace and each other.

I will invite you all now

to honor the life
of Ryan Hudson.

Notable not solely for its
brevity, but for its kindness.

And to offer our
love and condolences

to Aubrey and Rex, the bereaved.

[organ plays melancholy music]

Spud.

Spud?

Are you okay?

- Yeah.
- [organ stops]

[organ resumes]

I'm so sorry for your loss, sir.

Ma'am.

Rex, so sorry for your loss.

Aubrey, I'm so sorry.

So sorry for your loss.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

[ominous music plays
over organ music]

[ominous music fades]

Mr. Hudson, I am so sorry.

Mrs. Hudson, I am so sorry.

Mrs. Hudson, what are you doing?

- I heard a rumor.
- Want to see it for ourselves!

Stop! What are you doing?!

- Let go of me!
- Rex, stop!

- Dad!
- [Linda] Aubrey, stop this!

[Gene] Rex, please, stop.

- [clunking sounds]
- What was that?

- What is she doing to him?
- Stay here.

- Stop! I swear, I can explain!
- I have to see!

- Aubrey, please, let the kid go.
- [wood cracking]

- Let him go! I'm warning you!
- What was that?

Should we do something?

- Let go!
- God!

[ominous music]

[people gasping]

[music builds]

- [music stops]
- [congregation gasps]

[Aubrey sobbing]

- That's enough!
- Evil!

- I'm sorry.
- That boy is pure evil!

[loud creaking]

[all gasping]

[commotion]

I knew it was you! Shame on you!

Come on, time to
go. Linda, come on.

That boy is evil!

[ominous music]

He's evil! He's evil. [sobbing]

♪ In heaven everything is fine ♪

♪ In heaven ♪

♪ Everything is fine ♪

♪ In heaven everything is fine ♪

♪ You got your good thing ♪

♪ And I've got mine ♪

♪ In heaven everything is fine ♪

♪ In heaven everything is fine ♪

♪ In heaven everything is fine ♪

Hey.

- [engine shuts off]
- [song stops abruptly]

Hey. What are you doing here?

Thought you'd need some cheering
up after whatever that was.

What's that?

- I ever tell you about my dad?
- Uh, no.

He's a pilot. Flies
all over the world.

You know what he says
about Happy Hollow?

That it's perfectly named,
'cause in a town this small,

you're either one or the other,

and he was never happy.

Not here.

He was bigger than this place.

I am, too.

[unlatches fasteners]

Go on.

[gentle music]

This is a Les Paul!

With a tobacco sunburst finish.

My dad loved that.

- How the wood kinda looks like...
- A flame!

Yeah.

Judith, I-I can't accept this.

You know what else my dad said,

same day he packed his things?

He said, "You know
the difference

between flying and falling?

It's how much control you have

when you come crashing
to the ground."

Then he kissed my
cheek and left.

I'm sorry.

Don't be. He just wanted to fly.

He left this, too.

I never learned to play it.

It's wasted on me.

This place, this empty,
little, hollow place...

They just wanna
see someone crash,

and they picked you.

So, what'll it be?

Fly?

Or fall?

[gentle music continues]

I knew.

As soon as you did this, I knew.

You're bigger than
this place, too.

When you guys are back on
your feet, let me know.

Got a few friends
that might want in.

In? Like, in what,
like the band?

[chuckles] No.

Into the cult.

[heavy metal music plays]

Promise me you'll
think about it?

[engine starts]

Oh, no.

[keypad beeping]

[line trilling]

[telephone rings]

[man] There she is.

I thought I might
hear from you tonight.

I needed to talk.

Oh. What about?

[Tracy] Faith.

She says the right things.

She's keeping it to herself,

but I don't think she's okay.

Tracy, it'll be all right.

I'll take care of you.

Haven't I always, Firefly?

[suspenseful music]

Huh?

[suspenseful music continues]

[branch snaps]

[heavy metal music plays]