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[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 ass,
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 2:00 a.m. in a squad car.

-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 murderer 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,
100 percent okay.

-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 killer
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 murdered.

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 ass.

Look, you're both right, okay?
Spud, you're an ass,

and if word got out
that I was arrested,

it would be very bad
for the band.

["Psycho Killer" plays]

* Psycho Killer
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 killer
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 murdered, 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 murdered.

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 murdered.

-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 kill 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 murderer.

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 kill 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 killed 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 killed 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 50
in the garage.

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 gun.

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 murder
wasn't a murder 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 killer, 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 murder 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]