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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.