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[tense chiming]

[tense music]

[loud thudding]

[tense music]

What should we say?

The truth.

You think that'll work?

If we're lucky she won't even be here.

How is that better?

So we can steal it.

All right. [door creaking]

Please come in.

[liquid sloshing]

My family own the pretty eminent lac beetle farm in Japan.

Their beetles are in tune with all with the music

of the early 20th century.

If you have shellac from this time,

you have heard the sound of my family.

Transmitted through the lacquer secretions

of our beautiful beetles.

Organically produced shellac is now seen as inferior

to modern chemically produced vinyl,

but this is only because the intrusion

of the Second World War deprived us of that chance

to refine our process.

[glass thuds]

Miss Child, how did you know we were coming?

Because you are looking for the Lytton lacquer.

That's not an answer.

Do you have it?

I'm so sorry for what is happening to you.

Do you have it or not?

It does not belong to me.

[Len sighs]

The Lytton lacquer was never meant to be heard

without the correct preparation.

It is passed around like a prize,

and its true purpose neglected and ignored.

But if you have heard it, and you are still alive,

it may not be too late to instill this priming

and reverse the effects.

The key records.

Yes.

Do you have key one?

Yes.

How can it help?

Did you know the secretions of a lac beetle

can be tuned?

All matter resonates, all matter can be tuned.

And retuned.

Yeah.

FRM.

The human body,

the human brain,

and the human mind can all be retuned,

in order to prime oneself

to experience the full spectrum of the Lytton lacquer.

You need all three records.

Due to unfortunate circumstances,

they have not been together in a long time.

We have them.

Two and three.

That's all of them, right?

[Lily softly laughs]

So what do we do?

We prime.

[tense music]

[floors creaking]

I don't know about this,

she's kinda weirding me out.

She's like 20 pounds.

If she tries anything, we grab the record and run.

[tense music]

Custom.

Precisely calibrated for a true

and accurate representation of every frequency.

Audible or not.

With no imperfections whatsoever.

No other system has ever been so clean.

Who built it for you?

It was built for my family long time ago

by a man named Ian Ulmer.

[tense music]

[loud thudding]

[loud thudding]

[loud thudding]

[record snaps]

[record snaps]

[record snaps]

Once it has started, please sit in the circle.

The sweet spot of the room.

I will count backwards from three.

Lower the needle on the knob.

Three.

Two.

One.

[levers snapping]

[soft tense music]

[record hisses]

[tense music]

[moves into tense electronic music]

[electronic whooshing]

[electronic buzzing]

[tense electronic music]

What's happening?

Stop it.

Stop the music!

What the fuck?

[tense electronic music]

Perry?

Etta?!

Len?

Etta!

[electronic buzzing]

[soft tense music]

[electronic buzzing]

[electronic buzzing]

[electronic buzzing]

[loud tense music]

[soft whirring]

[screeching]

[loud thudding]

[Etta screeches]

[soft whirring]

[soft thudding]

[loud thudding]

[footsteps scraping]

[tense music]

Time for the children to eat.

[energetic electronic music]

[loud whooshing]

[electronic whooshing]