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you

Thank you.

You're such an idiot.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Where's the demon? Why aren't you wearing the demon?

It doesn't align with my beliefs.

What? Since when?

Dude, it's going to look stupid if we don't all match.

It's going to look fine, okay?

Relax. Just calm down.

Good show.

Hail Satan.

Gotta go.

You playing any of the new stuff?

Nah, nah, just a tour set.

Yeah.

Cut.

Yo, hey, hey!

We just broken up?

Yeah.

Oh, come on, man. It's not like I injected three marijuanas and now I need

rehab.

Ramsey put a good word on the promoter. So I thought the least we could do is

put a good show on for him, okay?

Come on, man. What's the point of that? To remind everyone that Abbot Sinister

is still a band.

You're right, man.

I got you.

I got you.

Abbot Sinister!

Hey,

how much have we sold?

So, shirts are 20, but for you, I could knock it down to 10.

Oh, what, that shirt?

Yeah.

Abba what?

Abba Sinister?

Abba Sinister?

Oh, I thought that band broke up.

That man got a great shirt, didn't he?

Yeah, we really nailed it, didn't we? Yeah, yeah.

I'm Ivan.

Ivan? Yeah. And you?

Batman. Of course it is.

What band are you guys?

Abbot Sinister.

Abbot what? What is it? Abbot Sinister. What is it?

Abbot Sinister. Abbot.

Abbot. Abbot Sinister.

Abbot. Abbot.

Abbot Sinister.

Abbot. Abbot.

Oh, didn't you guys break up recently?

Uh, yeah, yeah. It's a long story. Europe.

Yeah, I heard something about that. Oh, Europe. Yeah, you guys had a bad Europe.

Ooh, we've got a...

That chicken grease?

That rash?

Yeah,

you know, you'll have to tell us, no? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Can I just say it out loud, then?

We need to do it. No, dude. Dude, no. We heard a lifetime of your pep talks over

in Europe, and that still turned out so wonderful.

Who cares about Europe, okay?

You have to get to... Ivan, nobody, nobody is saying that you're not an

ambitious guy.

And you're a hell of a guitarist.

No question.

This is your band. It's your baby.

But after that disaster of a tour with Cryptic Corp.

Now then, who cares about that gourd? The reviews, man. Yeah. I mean, they're

brutal. They're fucking brutal.

Angry Metal Guy gave us two out of five. They're laughing at us.

Invisible Horn just hated the last album.

Metal Injection called it boring.

Fucking boring, dude.

Flat, uninspired songwriting.

Fuck. For reviews, okay?

I can spell worse than that. It's nothing, sir. Maybe I can talk to the

head and see about the patronage.

Sir, I don't know.

Jimmy, what the fuck? Baphomet, please, for the last time.

Why would I call you by your stage name if we're not going to even be a band?

Because I changed it legally, okay?

So it's no longer Jimmy, it's just Baphomet.

Oh, shit, really?

When? We got that from Europe, all right?

Well, Baphomet's got a point here, Ted.

And as for me, real estate ain't selling itself, Ivan.

It's just... It'd be nice to know when rents come from, you know?

Hey, hey, why did you pick up an instrument, huh? Or you?

Or you, huh?

You guys are so determined being so fucking meaningless.

What's going on?

Well, you know, this is the most not -you -with -me part.

Break copies.

Wait, you didn't tell them?

I've been trying to, okay? Tell us what.

Hey, hey!

Oh, shit. There they are.

I told you so, gentlemen.

Did you tell them? Tell them what?

Ivan got Fleming.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Fleming? As in the Fleming Fleming? That Fleming.

Yeah. How?

Well, Ramsey put in a good word for us, and then we wrote a lot of emails.

I'm paying him.

Oh, Jesus, dude.

How much do you charge him for those requirements?

It doesn't matter, okay?

What I do know is, I'm going in the studio, with funding, producing it, with

guys, or without you.

It is your call.

Look, I... I... Fuck real estate, man. I can't argue with a compound man.

All right, all right, guys, let's load up the gear. The next panel has to set

up. All right, guys, let's load up the gear.

Just between you and I, how's Ivan doing since Europe?

Ivan?

Fuck, I haven't seen you all day. I just... Ivan!

Seriously?

Ivan! I'm not leaving until you open the door.

all the fighting and the canceled shows and turned it into something

really special is about to happen.

You'll see.

Cool. You'll keep me posted, okay?

Hey,

check it out.

Four dirt roads.

What are you working on?

Sweetening the audio I grabbed off the board.

Figured we could put it up on the site.

Okay, well, how about you work on it later?

You know our lives are going to be very divided before and after this album.

Everything in my life has been leading me up to this moment.

And everything else has been a warm -up.

Everything?

To be able to get you that ring.

It's directed at us.

The name of the studio, buddy.

Well, that's the new group moment.

Ivan, this is like hillbilly land, man.

This day was pretty far out.

I think the river is back up.

This is it.

We made it!

You made it.

Welcome, everyone.

Nothing but a little farm, yes?

You didn't even look quite.

But the basement.

In a catonic lair, hidden from the eyes of the world, I have built my studio.

And you will be the sacrificial virgin to anoint it.

You sure, man?

I mean, we're in the ass end and nowhere's ass end.

Way out here, there is no disturbance.

We can get fucking loud! Fucking weird.

That's the point, right?

The closest town is a half -hour drive, and it's just a little thing.

Only one bar.

If you like your fingers, don't touch my brew.

You are living here, sleeping here, breathing music every

second. Let it crawl into your DNA until you and the music are the same.

You get jammed up. You take off your clothes.

You run naked in the woods with a wild ball.

Get stretched.

Smell bad.

Do some goddamn drugs, you pussies. After I shit bitch metal band, I'll

Fucking what? This is my new assistant, Joe.

Hi, everyone.

He's a love of clay. He's tech smart.

So we give him a try.

We have a space.

A studio.

Bands.

Can we make a fuck shit metal album? Or what?

Okay.

I'm fucking sold.

This is awesome.

They want to drop Abba Sinister.

After all the stuff in Europe, you know.

Do they know we're recording?

Fleming says it's the best city.

Did he?

Yeah, dropping Abba Sinister now would be the stupidest thing ever.

Well, perhaps I can swing a day of execution.

Yeah, that's all I'm asking.

Only for you, and only this once.

So!

What are we recording, guys?

So, have you guys ever heard of the Devil's Concerto?

Alright, so when I was studying Juilliard, I heard this legend about

composer. Okay, and she was... She? She.

She was a genius violinist. She just had no connections to royalty, so she just

suffered in obscurity.

I have no idea what that's like.

She burned so much to have her music be heard that she reached out to the

darkness.

She made a deal to dabble?

Like a Robert Johnson type of thing.

Exactly. In exchange for her soul, darkness promised that it would make her

music immortal. But when the audience heard the music, they started killing

other in an orgy of slaughter.

Now, the Royal Theobald Theater arrested and imprisoned and then executed her.

And they tried to burn every single copy of what would be known today as the

Devil's Concerto.

That is but one.

I found a woman who had a diary written by the composer's husband.

But she lived in Paris.

And, you know, I obviously didn't have the scratch to make the trip.

But that wasn't until we were in Europe.

So that's where you were the last couple weeks.

Chasing down some legends.

This is some of the most evil music ever written.

And what a better way to make a fucking killer album.

Than to work it in.

Yes.

So, you dumb fucks.

A righty in the studio.

No.

I've already got ten songs.

All demoed out. All incorporated with the concerto.

Play it.

Go. There.

You want to go after her? No.

Just let her cry it out, whatever the fuck that was.

Good. All right. No girlfriend drama in this stupid house. Can you not start

with band king horse shit, dude?

Okay, I said I'd come and play the album. I'm going to record the fucking

Where's my fucking rig?

In time.

Take your rhythm pills.

Devin, what the fuck?

Oh, don't get that shit on the carpet.

Who told you to stop?

Hold on. Hold on, I broke a stick.

Bring all sticks to the studio.

Real pros slap fuck.

I just bought it.

Listen in.

So, what do we call this music?

Old school Swedish death metal and formed by a second wave black metal with

elements of Sabbath worship.

So you're playing 90s sweet death with no HM2s.

No. It's more of an influence than a homage. I always thought we were playing

Doom with a slam edge.

I mean, it's clearly not true cult.

Or is it Turf Canal? I thought it was Tech Deathcore with a trad influence.

Yeah, somebody should have told me we weren't new metal black and thrash power

folk. Or is it a try -hard behemoth cover? I can't tell.

Ha -ha.

Look, come on. Let's get back to work. All right.

Everyone, take 15.

We need to dial this in.

Hey.

Hey.

So, I talked to Ramsay.

Anything that we can send the label about to get them excited would be

And as soon as we can.

Even if it's just, you know, rough.

Rough.

When you've done this for as long as I have, you know right away if it's good

if it's shit.

And I have to say, this has potential to be good.

Great.

Classic.

But do not tell them I said that.

They'll get lazy and fool of themselves.

Out of secret.

The legend thing is bullshit, but the concerto... This

is a special song.

What am I saying? You've probably heard this a million times.

No.

Ivan's been very, uh... He wanted to keep it a surprise for all of us,

I guess.

Just the label.

You hear that?

You ever hear the fucking cart playing or anything?

Nope, nothing.

The hell is that?

Contagion unleashed upon the earth.

Billions of infected dead soon run.

Talking the living to feast upon the flesh. It's fight or flee

to survive.

Living all the days and nights with absolute fear.

Never knowing when and where the threat of being dead.

You gonna apologize to her?

Yeah.

That too.

I saw her go into the barn.

Thanks.

Eat

a

dick! Creepy animal.

Hi, Devin.

Hey, baby.

Work time's over, so... Getting fucked up time has commenced?

You can't think of anything that we could do in here?

By ourselves?

Shit, don't threaten me with a good time.

Oh, Devin.

I just want to be alone with you.

Away from everyone else.

Fuck this. Fuck this! Fuck this!

Oh, fuck!

Off the clock.

Time to unplug your brain. Recharge.

If you're tired, old man, you can stay out here.

Is he always like that?

Well, he's focused.

Kevin's being weirder than usual.

I know he's got a lot of writing on this, but, uh, yeah.

Okay.

No, no, no.

What is it, Shadia?

It's heaven.

What, Shadia, what?

He hung himself.

What? He hung himself?

Look, look, no, it's going to be all right, okay?

Look, I can play the bass part.

And everything will be fine.

Okay, it's going to be great. Fucking dare you.

What? Look, I was just saying.

What?

Stop it.

You know, if I would have hit you like that, then I would have been considered

the abusive monster.

Just get out of my way.

Hey, who saw this, huh?

Hey, why would he do this? Why would he do... Oh, my God.

What exactly just happened there?

I'll try inside.

I did not move the bus.

It didn't just magically grow. It didn't even fly the fuck away.

My truck is gone!

Okay, Rockstar.

It's so hot to cut this album. You didn't want anyone to... I was in the

okay? Wait, wait. Okay, earlier I saw someone out here. A woman. What woman?

I don't know who she was. I saw her right after Loden. I thought she was

you.

The only person who is with me is Joe. And Joe is working.

Shadia, what were you doing out here by yourself when you saw this woman?

I was talking to Ramsay.

About?

Nothing works.

Don't be an idiot.

The lights are on. The computers are on. We have signals.

That's right, landline. Guys, internet calls, emails, texts.

Everything I do, gets it.

I'm fucking leaving. Not staying a second on this. Hang on.

I'm going.

I know. I'm coming, too.

Fuck that shit.

I'm not leaving here and coming back and finding my equipment gone, too. You

know what? Let's just wait till morning, okay? Please? Please.

I should stay.

I'm not letting her go alone.

Fine, Lancelot.

Go to the main road. Turn right.

Walking to you at the time.

Try the bar.

Maybe they'll still be open.

Come back with the cops.

Which of us is more doomed?

Shut up, Trump.

It

was

right here.

Get down.

Come on.

Grit your teeth.

How did you get this?

We said things.

Okay, we... We are upset.

Which is understandable, since... I don't know how to hold this.

But... We've always been there for each other.

Right?

No matter what.

That's what we always say.

Right?

There's something going on with you, and I'm... I'm alone right now.

In a way I haven't been in a long time.

I mean Hudson's.

Once this album's done, okay, we're going to turn the page.

You still think you're going to make this album?

Devin was my best friend.

I think he'd understand.

I'm sorry.

I have to go to work, okay?

Do you think they hate me now?

What?

No.

I couldn't stay there with... with Durban.

Mine.

Do you think he did it because he found out?

About us?

No, no.

You can't think like that.

This is Devin we're talking about, right? I mean, if he found

out, he'd slug me, but we'd be drinking beers an hour later, right?

Yeah, it does.

Now it's just us.

Don't sound too happy.

I was just... You know, you're just weird sometimes, okay?

This whole me, you, us thing, it's not like... Holy shit!

Fucking Ivan.

Whatever. It doesn't matter. Come on.

KAYTON!

Your friend lies dead in the dirt outside.

And here you are, back to work.

Hey, I didn't tell Devin to go hang himself.

You know, I got better shit to do until the cops get here, okay?

Sure.

Life. Death.

Doesn't matter.

We are all just bugs.

Crawling on a rock in space.

Yeah.

Unless you do something.

So your name will live on forever.

That's what you're after.

Immortality.

Why?

Who cares if the bugs remember?

So what am I supposed to do, old man?

Huh?

What we should do is dedicate this album to Devin.

You cursed us.

What? The music's cursed.

We're cursed because we heard it. You made us play it, you son of a bitch.

We have to destroy...

Where's Anya? The curse got her.

Caden, get your shit together and make sense.

Did you leave her out in the woods? By herself?

The curse got her.

What is the matter with her? We have to go and find her.

How did you get these bites?

That isn't Anya.

I'm so hungry.

Kate.

What did you do?

That isn't her.

Huh? These aren't animal bites, Kate. And what the fuck did you do?

I'm getting haunted. Real life fucking sucks.

We're not haunted. The music is.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

It's not ghosts. It's not cursed music.

And it's not Satan.

I think someone slipped us some shit and...

Now we're tripping and we don't even know what happened.

Who would do something like that, Ivan? No.

I'm telling you, there was a woman creeping around up there. A woman?

A fucking woman?

Where's your boyfriend?

Your guess is as good as mine.

We gotta get out of here. I saw the butts in the woods.

Can you find it again?

I won't send you to die. Cain, goddammit!

Okay. I am done with you people.

In the morning, you punk!

walk your ass into town.

Meanwhile, I hereby kick everyone out who is not me.

You're staying in here with her?

Out! Now go!

The day I worry about a woman is the day I burn my boots.

I've got a spirit key.

Fuck! Okay, there's a first aid kit in the washroom.

We have to find Ivan.

What? Why?

Well, I have to, at least. No, no.

Splitting up is a terrible, no -good, very bad idea.

Okay, well, come with me.

It's still Ivan.

Your guitarist.

Your friend.

Fill some beer in the cooler. Hail Satan.

Slap your t -shirt, widow!

And who did?

Ivan, who did this to you?

All I can hear is the curse.

There is no fucking curse.

Look at me.

They told me when I found the concerto that immortality would come

with a price.

She's in my dreams.

And she shows me things.

She shows me horrible things.

All the time.

The composer.

The composer of the concerto.

But... People who sold it to me, they said that...

that there's a way to reverse the curse.

Look. Look. Look. Look.

Here? Here?

There she is.

There she is. There she is.

Do you see her?

No. Go back and let me meet you.

I... Look, I really think we should...

time i thought that ivan was writing for the album he hit that for me like it

was important and it's just he's just gone wrong i think he's still in there

know in his head but i i don't know okay okay all right well where where is ivan

right now that's a good question that's a hell of a fucking question okay okay

okay

Ivan was there, and then he was gone.

I turned around for one second.

Okay. Okay.

It's going to be all right.

Look at this.

How could Ivan have known that that thing and Anya...

We have to get out of here.

As soon as the sun comes up. No, no, no.

Ivan foresaw Anya, okay? And there are other drawings. All right? We are not

safe. Maybe you can have Satan protect us.

You know what? I'd buy that we are experiencing a reflection of our

id channeled by a heretofore undiscovered psychic energy before I

at our Dark Lord.

But it is probably not a drug.

Okay.

Let's get Katen. And Ivan?

Hopefully.

You killed me.

You tried to kill me first.

You are

either a hallucination or a ghost.

Either way.

Anyone but her, please. Anyone but her.

I love you, sir.

I love you.

Um,

um, when I found Ivan, I turned around for one second and he was gone.

Do you see this?

It's just this piece, but backward.

Reverse. Ivan said that there was a way in the music to reverse the curse.

I guess we need the concerto and Ivan had that with him. No.

Come on.

Oh, Jesus.

They tried to take me.

Fleming! It's Jadia!

And Joe!

Where the hell did he go?

He let Anya out. I don't think it was him.

Keep an eye out, okay?

Wait, hold on.

You haven't heard the music yet.

I heard a little when I came to the studio.

So maybe it only affects you a little.

We spent a whole day working.

It hasn't tried to take you.

But if you play that... Nothing else to do.

She's to be the last.

Your time is now.

together forever, finally.

I'm not like this.

It's me, Shadia. It's me.

Do you remember when you were afraid to run away from that house?

That was different.

I need you to find some courage, okay?

I need you to dig deep down.

hand as much as anyone should have.

Thank you.

Awesome.

All my fears come upon me.

Endless misery.

As I walk through shadows, please comfort

me.

Comfort me.

Don't you know that I believe now In all things that disappeared

I can

see now

Here all love, as it is in heaven, only

by love is life made real.

Lay me down to stop.

How nice to you, all again, to peacefully

apologize.

Lay me down.