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(skateboard rattling)
(suspenseful music)

(can cracking)

- Some friend you turned out to be.

(dramatic music)

I told you 40 years ago
you wouldn't listen.

Now look what you're doing.

You didn't give me a chance.

You let the whole thing slide
right down the damn toilet.

Now what do you got?
Shit, you piece of shit.

You don't even know
what's going on, do you?

What do you think I got?

(dramatic music)
Not shit.

(beer splashing)

(can clanking)
It's all piss anyway.

Crap.
(dramatic music)

Back in those days,

I had some strange ways of
taking care of the anger.

The name is Axel, Veteran Contra Drug Wars

Hundred and First Air Cavalry,

three years in Central
American Jungles left me

without the use of my hips

and a nervous system ripped to shreds.

All I have is my deck and
the clothes on my back.

Some people think my behavior
is the result of the war

and a bad diet, but so what?

I am a successful mutation,

a product of my environment
just like everybody else.

(wheels clattering)
(drum rattling)

Surviving the war was one thing.

Surviving the place I lived
in was another matter.

Five acres of shipping
containers was the city's answer

to low income housing.

It was a brutal scene,

but it was better than
sleeping under via docks,

The city called it a housing project.

We just called it the Gray Zone.

(drum rattling)

One thing about survival is
that you need friends to do it.

I was fortunate to have some able bodied

that helped me get around.

There was Scratch an
androgyne percussion expert

who was one of the toughest
health food freaks I ever knew.

Scratch! Scratch!

Stop that Scratch.

If you're not part of the
problem, you are the solution.

You jack off.

Cut that shit out. Cut it out.

Cut that shit out Scratch.

- Uh oh, you've been rolling
around downtown again Axel,

sucking up nitrates and twitching.

Here. This will make you feel better.

(drums rattling)

- Goddamn vaporwave hell.

Those asses are dinner.

There was also young Razoreus,

an edgy kid full of deviant hormones

and like Scratch an expert shoplifter

and all purpose vandal.

We all lived there.

Zoners in the gray zone.
(drums rattling)

(rock music)
(stick rattling)

(rock music continues)

(rock music continues)

But one guy we'll never forget is Orpheus.

Everybody liked him in the Zone.

He had a band called The Shredders

and we would go see him
at the Thrash Bin Club

every chance we could.

Not having money didn't stop us,

we would always find a way
to rock like rabid dogs.

(crowd cheering)

- Okay, one more and we gotta go.

(crowd cheering)

Can we have the projection please?

Okay there's an old
saying, nobody loves me.

Everybody hates me.

Guess I'll go eat worms.
(crowd cheering)

Don't ever do that.

That's an old saying.

(rock music)

(rock music continues)

♪ A walking corpse, a life made cold ♪

♪ it cuts me, it cuts me,
it cuts me to the bone ♪

♪ I want to touch you but
your skin is growing hard ♪

♪ I know you can't feel a thing ♪

♪ There's fire beneath the ice ♪

(rock music continues)

♪ Oh you never loose
control, you never let go ♪

♪ And if you squirm
you've got to be a worm ♪

(rock music continues)

(rock music continues)
♪ Oh oh ♪

♪ You're made of lava,
you're made of ice ♪

♪ But I can help you,
there's hunger in your eyes ♪

♪ You never loose control,
you never let go ♪

♪ And if you're gonna
squirm you gotta be a worm ♪

(rock music continues)
(crowd cheering)

- Orpheus, don't break the
guy's face, it's not worth it.

(crowd cheering)
(rock music continues)

- You don't have to do this.

(rock music continues)
(crowd cheering)

- [Axel] Seemed like Orpheus had it made,

a hot band and a hot dancer
chick named Eurydice.

But on this particular night,
things started to get weird.

- Hey Orpheus. Nice work.
- Yeah, right.

See you later.
- Yeah, right.

See you later.

Why is he so bent outta shape?

- Ah, he's gotta bug up his ass.

- [Axel] Later that night we went on

a little search and destroy mission.

It was then we stumbled
on this weird new TV show.

At the time,

none of us realized how
much it would affect us.

(patriotic music)

(static crackling)
(dramatic music)

- [Announcer] Don't touch that dial,

Welcome late night viewers.

It's time for your favorite video narcotic

from the Underworld Entertainment Capital,

the Euthanasia Broadcast Network presents,

"Praise the Ray" with your hosts
Hades and Persephone Akada.

- Good evening ladies and gentlemen,

and welcome to the world of the sedate,

where the subliminal meet the sublime.

Sit back, relax,

and let the cathode ray fill your soul

as we share together the
ministry of somnolence.

- Praise the ray.

- [Hades] Let yourself be comfortable.

Give yourself to the ray.

The ray is so comforting, so soothing.

Lets yourself absorb the ray
into every pore of your body.

- The light from the ray is
the beautiful mystery of waves

and particles and particles

and waves becoming waves of
parts and parts of waves,

blending into little
wave-icles of lightning bugs

washing over you and
cleansing and healing you.

As you breathe in,

observe the teeny weeny
bits of microwave radiation

manifest in your being.

As you breathe out, feel the warm glow.

So soothing, so relaxing.

So give yourself to the ray.

(pots clanking)

(dramatic music)

(pans rattling)

(upbeat rock music)

(car clanking)

- Bring that sucker down.

- Today's used cars are
better than ever before.

We offer 500 year 50
million mile protection.

The rust never sleeps,
today the pride is back.

If you can find a better deal, thrash it.

(glass shattering)
(rock music continues)

See that, boot it, bust it.

- [Guard] Hey, what are you doing?

- Hey, let's get out of here!

- [Guard] Goddamn kids.

(rock music continues)

(peaceful music)
(guitar twanging)

(guitar thunking)

(peaceful music continues)

(both sighing)

- You love to torture me.

- Because you deserve it.

You need to be punished.

- What did I do?

- Oh, that thrashing around
making that nasty racket.

Did you do that when you were growing up?

- Ma'am, I've dedicated my life

to the sound of metal insects

screaming in a wall of oatmeal.

- Since when?

- Oh, back in 86,

the first band was a speed
metal Neo Detroit outfit

with Direct Eye Marshall Stacks,

They were called Latent Death Wish.

- Latent Death Wish.

Don't you think that name's
cutting it too close.

- Oh, don't get serious on me.

That was just a stupid marketing strategy

for the corpse lookalike crowd.

- The strategy didn't work, did it?

You're still alive, aren't you?

- Try me.

- Do I have to?

- Do you want to?

(peaceful music continues)

(upbeat electronic music)

- [Producer] I hope you like this one.

I think she would be great on the show.

Look at that.

She's got great moves.

- He's not bad either,

- Yes, perhaps.
(lighter clicking)

(lighter snaps)

But you can never really tell on tape.

See, the proof is to
see her dead in person.

- [Producer] We've got plenty of storage

and we need some fresh talent.

It's absolutely critical to our growth,

Network programming's already hardwired

into the trilateral corporate structure.

Hell, we've got 85% of that market.

But if we're going to get
beyond the corporate crust

and expand our viewing addicts,

we've got to reach out and put our finger

on the main vein of the youth market.

We need the heartbeat of America.

- That is it.

- Do you think you can start with her?

- I think we can build
a program around her,

with her we can play Peoria.
(dramatic music)

- Get her.
(music intensifies)

(upbeat music)
(water splashing)

- Looks like you might have overdone it.

- Do I have any choice when
the music is the Shredders?

Ow.
(electricity crackling)

(both panting)
(peaceful music)

(fire crackling)

- Hey Orpheus. Let's go hit the Safeway.

- Sorry, I've got other plans.

- Hey, we got a stock up for the month.

Come on man. Don't go soft on me.

- Orpheus?
(peaceful music continues)

- You are going soft.
(fire crackling)

- What do you think?

- I'm ready for a change.

- You ready? Let's do it.

(peaceful music continues)
(fire crackling)

(train blaring)

- And now by the power vested
in me by the state of mind,

incorporated within the
ephemeral boundaries

known as the gray zone,
I hereby pronounce you

husband and wife.
- Woo.

You can go ahead and kiss each other.

- Ah.
- Yeah.

(crowd clapping)
(crowd cheering)

- Thanks.

- My pleasure. Congratulations.

I'm sorry your folks can't
be around to see this.

They'd be very happy for you.

- Thank you. Muchas gracias.
Allow me to be the first.

(all laughing)

All right now I have managed
to procure for the occasion

some of that incredible punch
so shall we let the fun begin?

(crowd cheering)
(upbeat electronic music)

(dramatic music)

- Where did we get these caterers?

- You know, Linus and his weird deals,

they probably came with the place.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

(drink splashing)

(dramatic music)

- Revelers, revelers, may I
have your attention please?

I would like to propose a
toast to the bride and groom.

To the bride and groom,

may their love be in invincible,
inexhaustible, relentless,

totally consuming, and of
course, eternal. (laughs)

Prust. Prust.
(crowd clapping)

Now come here you two,

I want to give you a
wedding present. (laughs)

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

The perfect gift for the
musician and the dancer.

- Whoa oh, what is it?

- The Gibsonian Lyre-Axe guitar

designed by Mr. Jimmy Hendrix.

No. Yes.

Only three prototypes were ever
built and it comes complete

with this mini electronic
interface system.

Huh? Huh?

- When did Hendrix do this?

- Ah, well, right before Jimmy died.

So the story goes, he got
together with this guy,

Mr. Paisley Pattern.

Their objective was to create

the ultimate power cord machine

that would alter and
elevate human consciousness.

But, but, but Jimmy died

before they could work out all the bugs.

Gibson never got it
past the prototype phase

and then Mr. Pattern disappears
with the design plans.

Poof. Spooky, huh?

So who knows what this will do

in the hands of the right
musician, and in any case,

it remains a collector's item

and should make a valuable addition

to your family home entertainment center.

So fire it up, bubula.

Let's see what you can do.

(switch clacking)

(upbeat electronic music)

(upbeat electronic music continues)

(dramatic music)
(snack crunching)

(Eurydice coughs)

(smack cracking)
(dramatic music)

(device humming)
(Eurydice gasps)

(Eurydice screams)

(unsettling music)
(crowd chattering)

(music intensifies)

(door slamming)

(fist thumping)

- Eurydice!

(first thumping)

(somber rock music)

(electricity zapping)

(door slamming)

(keys clacking)

- Name?

- Orpheus?

- Last?
- Helenbak.

- [Announcer] Jim Bakker,
line three, please.

Jim Bakker. Line three.

(fax machine whirring and clunking)

- A bit early, aren't you?

Please go down the hall to room 3A.

EBN. We bring good things to death.

(door slamming)

- [Announcer] William Casey,

please bring your files to debriefing,

William Casey to debriefing.

(shredder whirring)

(knuckles rapping)

(golf ball clacking)

- [Orpheus's Dad] Just leave
it on the counter please.

- Okay but first I've got a question.

- What's that?

Orpheus?
- Dad?

- Unfortunate to see you.

You better get in here, son.

- What are you doing here?

- Working for the network son.

We shred the memory files
of the the new arrivals

before they go up river to PTR.

- What?
- When people come here,

they get shredded so that
when they get reborn again,

they don't remember anything
about their past lives.

It's kind of sad to get reborn, go out,

and make the same mistakes all over.

What can I tell you? The system sucks.

- Well, how do you know all this?

- Some of us have had the good fortune

to become members of the club.

Your mother and I before we can retire

to the Elysium Fields
Golf and Country Club,

we have to put in some
time for the network.

Well, son, gimme your papers.

- Hold on. I'm not dead.

- You are always so impetuous.

Look on the positive side.

You're better off not
having a memory around here.

Remembering around here
only makes it worse.

- But wait a minute. I just got married.

I'm not supposed to be here
and neither is my wife.

- Don't worry, this won't hurt.

- Wait.

- What is this?
- Mother?

- Orpheus!

- Mother, don't let dad shred my memory.

- What?

- I just came here to find my wife,

We just got married.

- Oh dear. That's terrible.

Who is the lucky girl?

- Her name's Eurydice.

- Oh dear, well, unfortunately,

now everyone who comes here
has to let go of their memory.

- We wouldn't wanna let you go free

and you got caught and your
mother and I'd be subjected

to a hundred thousand
years of word processing.

Do you wanna put your mother
through that type of hell?

I'm not willing to risk that.

This Eurydice, she's only a dream.

- A dream. That's right.

That's why I need to find her.

- You're always trying to
buck the system, aren't you?

Where do you think he learned that?

- Look, I'm just trying to find Eurydice.

If you know where she is, help me.

- Wait a minute.

I have an idea.

What if we selectively
shred only the papers

that deal with his memory of us?

If he has no memory of
us, they can't trace it.

- Eh.
- Hurry it up in there.

- Hold on. We're trying to fix the feeder.

All right. Gimme your papers.

For God's sakes. Don't
be careless out there.

Goodbye son.

(shredder whirring)
(suspenseful music)

- Oh, excuse me. I'm looking for a woman.

Her name's Eurydice, she's a dancer.

- Dancer, huh?

Try the hall on your right last door.

Do I know you?

- No.
- No.

(both sighing)

(peaceful music)

♪ Up lazy river by the old mirror ♪

♪ That lazy lazy river
in the noon day sun ♪

♪ Linger in a shade of a kind old tree ♪

♪ ♪ Throw away your trouble
from a dream with me ♪

♪ Up a lazy river with a robin's song ♪

♪ Awakes a bright new morning
we can, but not for long ♪

♪ Blue skies up above,
everyone's in love ♪

♪ Up a lazy river, how happy can you be ♪

♪ Up a lazy river with me ♪

♪ Yeah ♪
(upbeat electronic music)

(upbeat electronic music continues)

(door slamming)

(door creaking)

- Okay. Fiberglass Performance ensemble.

10 minutes.

Hey man, save it.

So what's your trip?

- I'm trying to find someone.

- Well, that's very nice to know,

but what are you going to do on stage?

- I'm not gonna do anything on stage.

I'm just trying to find Eurydice.

- I don't know who you're talking about,

but if you're not in the show,

you're not supposed to be here.

- Look, I'm just trying to find my wife.

I was told she was down here.

She's a dancer.

- Hey, I don't care who she is.

I think you better go now.

- Woo-hoo. Mr. Producer,
just one moment, please,

It is clear you are not
supposed to be here,

but you are a musician, are you not?

- Yeah.

- Well, if you wish to
stay, why don't you play?

- Okay. Sparky, what's it gonna be?

(upbeat acapella music)

(crowd sighing)
(hosts clapping)

- Praise the ray.

Thank you very much.

That was completely dull,

My fellow vapors, we
will continue with more

on the Euthanasia Network
after these messages.

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- Okay, let's get you set up.

(Persephone whispering indistinctly)

- Our next performance is
for a very special guest.

He has just arrived from the
other side of our microwaves

to perform on a Gibsonian Lyre-Axe.

Please welcome Orpheus.

(crowd clapping)

(guitar clicking)

(upbeat electronic music)

(upbeat rock music)

(upbeat rock music continues)

- It's art, dear.

(upbeat rock music continues)

- Pass to control, fade to black. Now!

Superimposed maximum hypno
force and cut to commercial.

Now!

No doubt we are losing
thousands of Euros every second.

Come on. Go.
(rock music continues)

We work eternal hours sedating.

What kind of stunt are you trying to pull?

- I'm not trying to pull anything.

- Oh, come on, dear, would
you please lighten up?

- How did you get in here?

- I don't know.

I came here because I'm
looking for Eurydice.

I was told I could find her here.

- Well, isn't that the
pits, her being here.

And for that matter, you
being here is inevitable.

So why fight it?

- If it's inevitable why
don't you let us outta here?

We'll be back soon enough.

- So you want to intervene with destiny?

I don't think so.

- Dear would you please
come here a moment.

Why are you being such a hard ass?

This is love and devotion.

You can make any rule you want.

So why don't you just
have a little charity.

- Charity. Are you serious?

- Yes. You let me go on summer vacations.

- Dear you are really too avant garde.

First you want this guy to play,

now you want him to live with this woman?

- Just this once.

- Okay, but they won't have carte blanc.

Well, sonny boy, this is your lucky day.

Persephone seems to feel that you deserve

a chance to live here with your wife.

You know you've been
such a pain in the red

I'm inclined to agree with her.

So you may leave, but
there is one condition.

- Hades we're on in 10 seconds.

We better get back on stage.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

- Here we go.

(unsettling music)

Welcome back.

With that obnoxious performance,

Orpheus is qualified
to play a new PTR game.

Don't look back.

The contestant may leave
the Euthanasia Network

with his bride if he can do it
without looking back at her.

If he succeeds, it's an all
expense paid honeymoon vacation

for two to the Gray Zone.

(crowd clapping)

Are you ready to play?
- You bet.

- As you leave, Eurydice
will follow behind you,

but you must never look back at her

until you have both completed your exit.

Understand?

- You bet.

- And remember, don't look back.

(lighter clicking)

- You bet.
(somber music)

- You are one lucky sucker.

- Gee, thanks a lot. Is she there?

- Why don't you turn around and find out?

- Very funny. Eurydice are you there?

- I'm here.
- Let's go.

(somber music continues)

- See you soon.

(somber music continues)
(door slams)

- Eurydice?

(door slamming)
(dramatic music)

(somber rock music)

- [Axel] it was all a big setup.

Even if Scratch hadn't blown
it by yelling at Orpheus,

these Euthanasia people
knew what they were doing.

After the disaster at the wedding

and his performance on the PTR show,

Orpheus became kind of famous in the zone.

He didn't give a shit and
we hardly ever saw him,

but every once in a while
we would get him out

for a cruise in a garage we called Devo.

(wheels clattering)

(rock music)
- Okay, let's go.

♪ I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to say ♪

♪ You don't know what to do,
you don't know what to say ♪

♪ I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to say ♪

♪ You don't know what to do,
you don't know what to say ♪

(rock music continues)

♪ Its a song I know about ♪

♪ It's a song ♪
(wheels scraping)

♪ Its a song I know about ♪

♪ It's a song I need, yeah ♪

(rock music continues)

Come on!

♪ I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to say ♪

♪ You don't know what to do,
you don't know what to say ♪

♪ I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to say ♪

♪ You don't know what to do,
you don't know what to say ♪

(rock music continues)

♪ It's a song I know about ♪

Radical.
(rock music continues)

♪ It's a song I know about ♪

♪ It's a song I need, yeah ♪
(rock music continues)

- Leon, Leon, come on, Leon, listen.

You can take a look at
'em, What's it gonna hurt?

The yeah, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

They used to be called the Shredders.

They're now Orpheus and the
Shredders, and right Leon,

the same guy that was in
Euthanasia Network last year

and lived to tell the tale, okay?

And Leon, look, that
translates into mystique.

Okay? Alchemy lesson.

Mystique in the publicity.
Publicity into Greenbacks.

Okay. No, no, no Leon.

Isolated occurrence Leon, he's fine.

No, no. Leon, you're blowing smoke.

I know you do not have a
warmup for Raging Mucus.

No, Leon, they would be
terrific in the condo.

Don't put me on hold.

I hate your guts.

(wheels clattering)

- Hey, let's check this one out.

- You're not going in there.
- Why not?

- 'Cause it's not cool. It's not rad.

It's the pits.
- What do you mean?

- Guys that have tried
to escape this garage

never get past the security.

- Even if they do, nobody
ever sees them again.

- I wanna check it out.
- Hey, don't be a jerk.

That garage is the stairway to hell.

It's a hamburger inferno.

It's the final thrash. It's
a goddamn piece of shit.

It's a piece of shit.
- Take it easy.

Come on, take a blow.

Do us all a favor. Don't get him started.

- Look, I just want to check it out.

- Where do you think I got this?

- Even if you get in there,

you're gonna need a
special deck and wheels

that can shred it.

- [Orpheus] Where can I find that set up?

- Find it? Shit man you
don't find it, it finds you.

(board clacking)
(wheels rattling)

- Folks, next entree is the
Gray Zone's ultimate grinders.

Orpheus and the Shredders!

Yeah, let's do some shit. Yeah!

(crowd cheering)

- All right, thank you.

Some things just can't be said.

They won't be whistled either,
but we're gonna play it.

(crowd cheering)
(rock music)

(rock music continues)

(rock music continues)

(rock music continues)

(crowd cheering)

(engine rumbling)

(door thudding)

(suspenseful music)
(gravel crunching)

(metal clanging)

- Hurry, up Scratch.
- I'm shaking it.

Give me the blade.

No preservatives, no potassium nitrate.

Bingo. Real carbohydrates.

What a deal.
- Let's go dip brain.

(rock music continues)
(wheels clattering)

- When are you going to
get that thing fixed.

- Soon.

- Well, I wish you would.

It's screwing us up.
- Probably needs batteries.

- Muy bueno muchachos, muy bueno.

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

All right Orpheus better
late than never, huh?

- Right.
- Right.

Look, I wanna talk to you about
a real sweetheart of a gig

I got cooking.

I have an audition lined
up for you to play for,

get this, carcinoma dance, sweetness, huh?

- Right.

- Look, shit man, busted my
ass to get you this audition.

Now these people are interested.

They're comers with damn good money.

It's a chance for you to meet
some tres importante people.

Okay nice babe. Jesus.

(Orpheus sighs)

Look it's a nice alternative
to thrashing yourself,

don't you think?

(object snapping)

Look, dipwad, your ass
had been dragging around.

It's getting really boring.

- Get outta my trench, man.

- No problem.

It's the old Showbox Ballroom,
Tuesday night at nine.

Okay, 9:00 pm, Orpheus,
they're professionals.

They don't got a permit,
so they gotta sneak in.

Promptly if you can, please?
- Tuesday at nine.

(Linus stomping)
(rock music)

(rock music continues)

(rock music continues)

- Hey Orpheus!
- Hey.

- It looks like the skate
Pirates have scored again,

- Here.

- Thanks.

- Hey, how'd the show go?

- We peeled some paint off the walls.

- Hey, did you get me that tape?

- Oh yeah.

Just so happens you're in luck.

Greatest hits. Maximum volume,

- Alright, thanks.

- I'll see you later.

(door clanking)

(peaceful rock music)

(peaceful rock music continues)

(peaceful rock music continues)

I love you.

- What does that mean?

(peaceful rock music continues)

(Orpheus gasping)

(static crackling)

(somber rock music)

(door creaking)

- [Intercom] Oh shit.

(door creaking)

(Orpheus gasping)
(guard snarling)

(guitar strumming)

- Whoa.

(guard groaning)
(music throbbing)

(guard laughing)

(rock music continues)

(dial clicking)

(unsettling music)

(peaceful music)

- There is something seriously
lacking here don't you think?

- [Producer] Mhm.

- We're just not getting the performance

we need from this woman.
- Mhm.

- I think we have to
get that musician back.

- Mhm.

- There's got to be a way.

- [Producer] Hm.

I've got just the thing.
(peaceful music continues)

(producer blowing)
(unsettling music)

(Orpheus gasping)
(rock music)

(objects clattering)

- Man, hey man, Fred, come on,

We're talking to someone
with major Marky value.

The guy is cult legend around here.

Truck him in from suburbia,
Man, Fred, don't think small.

We're gonna get kiss, kiss, kiss coverage,

print, radio, television.

Let's go for the tri-state area,

All right and, and, and, and Manny,

let's not let a few percentage
points get in the way okay?

I mean, Manny, we both
got overhead, right?

Hold on a second. What is it?

- It's the production manager
from that dance company

on the other line.

Orpheus hasn't shown up for rehearsal yet,

and they've been waiting
outside the Showbox

for over an hour.

They're really pissed off
and want to talk to you.

- Shit.

Tell 'em I'm right there.

Manny look, I got a
little forest fire here.

Let me lemme call you back, okay?

Hello? Yeah.

Yeah.

I, I, I, I know I'm, I'm
real sorry about that.

Look, I, I know he's a little moody.

Alright? Alright.

But his stuff is perfect for your show.

Just, just give,

gimme a half an hour
to get 'em there okay?

All right. Bye.
(phone dinging)

I'm out.

(Linus knocking)
Orpheus.

- Screw off.
- No way, babe.

(metal clattering)

So you've been doing some redecorating?

- Yeah.

- You're an absolute mess,

When are you gonna stop
living in the past, my friend?

You gotta move on.

- Where do you want me to go?

- First to rehearsal, I'm
tired of covering your ass,

I treat you like a brother

and all I get in return is bullshit.

It's all bullshit to me, man.

I don't know who I am.
- Then get some help.

Look, there's an oracle coming in

on the next tangent
shipment tomorrow evening.

Counseling, channeling,

neuro-linguistic programming,
video tarot, she's hot.

See her.

- Maybe.
- Do it.

Let's go.

(dramatic music)

(container thudding)

(truck beeping)

(Orpheus knocking)

(door clanging)

(electronics whirring)

- Put your hands on the screen.

- [Oracle] The lovers, tower.

Hanged man.
- Hm, hm.

All right.

Don't force this one babe.
The price is too high.

You've got an itch you wanna scratch,

but this little lady's
in the rear view mirror.

Don't turn your back on
the rest of your life.

- Life? I don't have a
life unless I get her back.

I don't have a choice.
- Listen, boo boo,

you're lucky you made
it back the first time.

If you wanna join the pantheon

of dead skate rock guitar
heroes, that's your choice.

- Look, just tell me
whatever it is I need to do.

- Okay you might get what you want,

but it won't be what you expect.

Go to the river, wait for the smoke

and whatever it is you need will be there.

And if you're gonna go, go now.

(thunder cracking)
(board roaring)

(rock music)

(rock music continues)

(board rattling)

(rock music continues)

(rock music continues)
(pipe clanging)

(board clacking)

- Hey, what's up?

What happened to your place?

- Just doing a little remodeling.

- You are weird,

Hey, this stick looks pretty rad.

Where'd you find it?

- Don't touch it.

I didn't find it. It found me.

- Well, hey, if you're hungry

check out what I scored dumpster diving.

Pepperoni pizza. Olives and mustard.

- I gotta go.

- Oh, come on.

Let's do lunch.

- Okay, let's do lunch.

- Where are you going?

Where are you going?

You're gonna try that garage, aren't you?

- Let's just say I got
a new deck and yeah,

I'm gonna try that garage,

- Try it my ass.

How many times have Axel
and Scratch said not-

- [Orpheus] I know what they said it.

It's dicey.

- Dicey?

That sounds like a meat grinder to me.

- Look, I've got the deck.

I've got a chance.

I've gotta take it.

- That's totally mental.

- True.

- Well, don't blow it okay?

- Okay.

Why don't you stay around and crash.

I'll be back in a couple hours.

- Mental.

(dramatic music)

(door creaking)

- Right this way, sir.

Going up to go down, sir.

Have a nice trip sir.
(somber music)

(board clacking)

(upbeat rock music)

(upbeat rock music continues)

(air whooshing)

(board clacking)
(upbeat rock music continues)

(door thudding)

- Five minutes.

- Now what, did they decide
they needed an encore?

- No, new routine.

Remember him?
(upbeat rock music)

- Orpheus?

(music intensifies)

- What's going on?

- Looks like you and the old flame

are getting back together again.

He just won't burn out.

- You're not gonna stop him?

- We tried. He's too smart.

- Stop him.
- Too late.

- Stop him.
- Chill out.

You get to be queen for a day.

In four and a half minutes.

(door slamming)

(upbeat rock music)

(dramatic music)

(lighter clicking)
(lighter clacking)

- Well Orpheus.

Welcome back.

So you wish a try for Eurydice again?

- That's right Hades.

- All right Orpheus, then let's begin

the Eurydice Door Show.

(Hades laughs)

(dial clicks)
(unsettling music)

- [Announcer] We interrupt our
regularly scheduled program

to bring you this special EBN report.

We go now live to the Eurydice Door Show

already in progress.
(dramatic music)

- Here is the deal.

Persephone is standing in
front of two sliding door,

door number one and door number two.

Behind one of these door is Eurydice.

Behind the other one is your death.

All you have to do is choose. (laughs)

You still wish to play?

- Yeah.
- No!

(door thudding)

I'm supposed to be behind the door.

- Okay Orpheus, it's time
to decide, which will it be?

Door number one or door number two?

Door number one or door number two.

(crowd chattering)
(dramatic music)

- One.
(groan groaning)

- All right, all right,

we have a decision, door number one.

(suspenseful music)

(door whirring)

(crowd cheering)
(dramatic music continues)

(chainsaw revving)
(intense music)

(guitar distorting)

(dramatic music)
(door thudding)

(crowd cheering)
(chainsaw revving)

(intense music)

- No!
(glass shattering)

(crowd cheering)

(intense music continues)

(guitar clanging)

- You're on.

(somber music)

- Orpheus, it's time
to leave your body now.

(somber music continues)

Orpheus.
(somber music continues)

- Well, well what do you know.

Together at last.
(somber music continues)

(somber music continues)

(somber music continues)
(unsettling rumbling)

(somber music continues)

(wheels rattling)

(suspenseful music)

- Oh no.

(water splashing)

(board rattling softly)

(dramatic music)
(door clanging)

(door creaking)

- Going up to go down sir.

- No way.

(guard snarling in foreign language)

(device humming)

Hey, what's going on?

(board whooshing)

(rock music)

- [Axel] After Razoreus
tried the Euthanasia Garage,

it was clear that there wasn't really

anything we could do for Orpheus.

I also figured that the
network was going to catch up

with all of us sooner or later.

But in the meantime,

I figured we could have a ripping rad time

thrashing the network signal.

(upbeat rock music)

(explosion booming)

(upbeat rock music continues)
(metal clanging)

(fire crackling)

Razoreus and Scratch wanted
to keep Orpheus's skull

and at first it would bother me

when they would do these little rituals,

but I remember during the war,

I ran across a tribe in the jungle

that kept the skulls of
their ancestors around

to protect them

in the belief that they would retain

the wisdom of their forebears.

And what the hell, for these
guys, anything that anchors

a little meaning in
their life couldn't hurt,

Right now these guys
think Orpheus was cool

because he played on a PTR show

and skated the Euthanasia Garage,

but maybe someday they will
understand why he did it.

(upbeat rock music)

It reminds me of the time before the war.

She was really beautiful.

(upbeat rock music continues)

Shred it, yeah!

(upbeat rock music continues)

(upbeat rock music continues)

Go on, yeah.

(upbeat rock music continues)

Remember Orpheus.

Yeah!

(upbeat rock music continues)

(upbeat rock music continues)

(upbeat rock music continues)

(upbeat rock music continues)

(upbeat rock music continues)