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[children singing]
For the land of the free

And the home of the brave

[song ends]

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of this broadcast day

this is WDIV Detroit.

[static crackling]

[ominous music]

- [phone rings]
- [groans]

[barking]

Hello.

Did you say "Bambi"?

[Dandridge] Did you get
a good look at 'em?

Height? Age? Gender?

[Spud] I didn't see anyone.
And even if I did,

I've seen enough horror movies
to tell you how that ends.

That ends with my head

rolled into a cabin
full of summertime campers.

I'm good.

You know how this looks, right?

How what looks?

Like this is the second time
in a week

a member of your band
has found themselves

in an incredibly compromising
position.

Oh, come on
with the bullshit, Chief.

Actually, I'm only here

because I'm taking your advice.

By trespassing at a crime scene?

By getting closure.

You told me, "Let it be real.

Take a moment."
That's what I'm doing.

Fair enough.

What happened at the church
doesn't feel real. This...

doesn't feel real.

Oddly enough,
I agree with part of that.

None of this feels real.

You know what's the scariest
part about all that?

The chance that some of it is.

["Working For William"
by Vivabeat playing]

Thank you, Jack.
Last night, police responded

to an anonymous tip
that led to a gruesome discovery

in the woods just outside
of Happy Hollow.

A mutilated deer carcass
displayed in a shocking fashion

that has locals
feeling frightened.

Yeah, it's scary.
No doubt about it.

I mean, my kids used to play
in those woods.

[reporter] Happy Hollow
Chief of Police Ben Dandridge
had this to say.

Well, of course we're
taking this seriously.

But at this time,
all signs point to this display
as a heinous prank.

[reporter] But not everyone
in town agrees.

Even if it's all just a sick
joke, it's not natural.

It's demonic. It invites evil,

and we don't need any more
of that in this town.

As police continue
to investigate the death
of Ryan Hudson,

fear of a growing occult
presence in the community
of Happy Hollow

continues to rise.
Police are looking to the public

- for any information that
may lead to an arrest.
- Hold on...

[reporter] Until then,
residents are left to wonder,

who are these people
and where are they hiding?

[woman] Come on,
let's go to the other side
of the street.

[song ends]

[heavy metal theme music plays]

[electric guitar solo]

Hell yeah.

Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad.
Have a great day.

[Linda] Not so fast.

Hand check.

- We said no leather.
- These are the only gloves
I have.

We have mittens, lots of them
in the coat closet.

- You can grab one.
- Mittens? Really?

I, for one, think it looks cool.
Kind of like George Michael.

You know?

- Coat closet you said?
- Yeah.

You got it.

You'll let me know how it goes
at the doctor's office today?

Yeah. I'm sure it'll be fine.

Yeah.

I know it will be. I gotta go.

Bye.

[sighs]

[door closes]

[ominous music]

["Hangin' Tough"
by New Kids On The Block
playing]

- [feedback]
- [clears throat]

Good morning, Happy Hollow.

In light of recent events,

Principal Cleary asked me
to share some guidelines.

First, any and all
suspicious activities

must be reported to a teacher
or administrator.

This includes graffiti,
threats of violence,

- and antisocial behavior.
- [group singing]

Second, Coach Nelson
will start teaching self-defense

after school in the gymnasium
next week.

And finally,

a reminder to use
the buddy system.

The best way to get through this
is together.

Wish I used the buddy system.

That would require a buddy
dumb enough to go back
to the crime scene.

Oh, I'm sorry,
is my near-death experience
funny to you and your mitten?

It's more amusing than funny.

Sick deer sacrifice, freakazoids.

Speak to me again
and you're next.

- She didn't mean that, Jesse.
- Oh, but I did.

Because I can't leave my house
without normies like him

dumping all their fear on me.
Ugh.

Isn't it a shame

that we can't
use all this attention?

I think this seems like our cue
to ditch the gimmick
and play things straight again.

Name two songs KISS released
after they stopped
wearing the makeup.

Easy. "Lick It Up," and...

- Shit.
- [Jordy] Objection.

- I think "shit" should count.
- [Dylan] The point still stands.

The second we take off the
makeup and drop the image,

we're right back to square one.

We could ride out the storm
by recording a demo.

We've got enough of our own
songs for at least an EP.

Recording would require money.

Which requires shows.

Which we can't play.

This sucks.

It could be worse.
We could be Goat Girl.

She was my lab partner
freshman year.

She's not as weird as she looks.

[girl] Eww!

[sniffing]

I take it back, I...

What is she gonna do
with the carrot?

[classical music plays
on headphones]

- [music muting]
- [Cliff] What you listening to, man?

- Mozart.
- Oh.

That's even lamer
than I imagined.

- Mozart's metal as hell.
- Yeah, if you my grandma.

- Your grandma sounds cool.
- Eh. She all right.

But, uh...
Saw you at that funeral, man.

You can take a hit,
you know that?

There a reason you're here,
other than to make fun of me?

- I'm trying to compliment you.
- Try harder.

All I'm saying, somebody hit me
like that, I'm swinging back.

But you? Took it like a man.

You got some balls, man.

Thank you?

Yeah, don't mention it.

So, uh... Judith let me in
about your little club.

Hey, don't worry, man.
I want in.

- What?
- I been looking for
new extracurriculars.

And a heavy metal Satanic cult
beats the hell out of choir.

You realize
you've been tormenting me

for the last... four years
of my life now?

Sorry, man, I thought you was
this big dork, all right?

Honest mistake.

Yeah, the answer is no.

Look, man. You know why
I started playing football?

Uh, because you have
anger issues?

No. Because I wanted
to hit things.

And I wanted to be known
for how hard I could hit them.

So, I spent every night
at the gym.

I wake up at 4:00 a.m.
and run five miles.

Do I get a thank you?
Think anybody notice? Hell no.

Ryan Hudson is dead and he's
still the leader of this team.

Know what I say? Fuck him.

I want to hit this town
where it count and I feel like
you do too.

About the club. We're in kind of
a weird spot right now.

There's a lot of heat on,
you know, people like us.

So, we just really need
to keep a low profile.

I know I was a blabbermouth,
but I swear I can keep a secret.

And so can my friends.
Cliff doesn't have to be there
if you don't want.

It's not just that.
Spud's parents are back in town,

so we don't have
a place to gather.

You can use my basement.
My mom works late at the bar.

Yeah. What would Grandpa
Police Chief think about that?

He wouldn't think anything
'cause he'll never find out.

[softly] Please?

You know what?

I think there might actually be
one way we can do it.

[woman] It was blood, Chief.

- Did it look like that?
- Just like that.

I saw what happened
out in those woods.

[snapping sound]

What people are doing out
there... what does it mean?

Well, I'm no demonologist,
but I think it means you got
some rusty pipes.

Know what,
Lonnie owes me a favor.

- [cat meows]
- Give him a call.

He'll come and check it out.

Are you feeling all right, Rose?

Oh, not again.

Max.

Come on, boy.

Time to go!

[sighs]

Mind calling the station
when he comes up for air?

And get that rash looked at,
will ya?

- Eczema? Dermatitis?
- It's possible.

Any allergies, new medications,
laundry detergents?

Mm-mm. None of those.

What about shingles? I know
they appear in different areas,

but looks like some
of the photos I've seen.

Fever, headache,
sensitivity to light?

No, none of those.

- Hmm.
- What do you think?

Well, I think that you've been

spending so much time
researching illnesses

that you've convinced yourself
that you have them.

I know. I know, but--
Okay, this started on my ankle,

and it's been spreading for
a week, so I was concerned

it was something bigger,
that's all.

Maybe, maybe not. I'm gonna run
a full blood panel.

Hopefully, we'll get
some answers soon.

So, in the meantime...

I have a thought,
but I don't want to overstep.

How's that?

Well, I understand
that the last few days

have been a lot for you
and your family.

And sometimes when we see
a rash like this

it's a sign of stress.

- Stress.
- Our brains are incredible.

They always find a way
to tell us when something's
not quite right.

We see it more than you think.

Maybe. It's possible. Um...

Would a rash like that
be contagious?

A stress rash? No.

So, what if I saw a rash
just like this on someone else?

What would that mean?

Who's the other person?

Um, Aubrey Hudson.
Ryan's-- Ryan's mom.

I saw her at the supermarket
this morning and she looked
fine to me.

Here.

I... strongly suggest that you
speak to a professional.

Any other questions?

- No.
- Okay.

[Dylan] It's not a cult.

It's just the natural evolution
of our public perception.

- Know who talks like that?
- Cult leaders.

You guys are thinking
about it all wrong.

What is a fan base
if not a cult?

Uh, still just a fan base?

Grateful Dead have Deadheads.
Aerosmith have the Blue Army.

How are you guys
not stoked about this?

I have a list of 15 people
willing to pay $20 a head

just to watch us
play make believe.

- Look.
- Seriously?

- Take it. Yes, look. Take it.
- Fine.

That's 15 people.

- Okay.
- 20 bucks each.

That's enough to make a demo.

There are a number of names
on this list I don't care for.

Okay, that's fine. Like who?

- For starters, Cliff Nelson.
- No problem. He's out.

Uh... Judith Sanders.

Well, there's a little bit less
flexibility there.

- How did I know?
- For starters, she's the one
who gave us the list.

And she's the one offering us
a place to play.

If she's out, what's the point
of having a cult?

[both] Oh!
He said the secret word!

- Slip of the tongue.
- You know, it's a cute idea,

but I've been demonized enough
for one week. Thank you.

- Hey.
- Hi.

How are you holding up?

I'm okay.

[sighs]

Hey, look. I know we're
not as close as we used to be.

But if you ever need
someone to talk to or--

[Tracy] You! Stay away from her.

What the hell is she doing here?

- Mom, stop--
- Do not speak to this ruffian.

It's good to see you, Tracy.

That's Mrs. Whitehead
to you, Jordan.

- And Jordy to you, hose beast.
- Oh. I see your parents

still haven't bothered
teaching you any manners.

- Oh, they've tried.
- Mom, it's okay.

She's just asking me
if I'm feeling better.

Well, thank you so much
for your concern, really.

She's doing much better.
Now please leave her alone.

She doesn't need to associate
with people like you.

She's such a freak.

[shouts] You got it.

- What was all that about?
- "Hose beast"?

Change of plans.

These people want a Satanist?
I'll give 'em a Satanist.

- Let's fuckin' do it.
- Just one more show.

Then we can afford to record
our demo, that's all.

Man, y'all are trying
to get me murdered.

Mm. So you know,

I informed Principal Cleary
of your situation,

and he assured me it would be
handled with discretion.

Faith?

Is everything all right?

[Faith screaming]

Mm-hmm.

Is this because of what I said
to that ghoul today?

Because she is
not to be trusted.

She was a nuisance as a child,

and she is a horror show
as a teen.

What did you think happened
to my bedroom door
when I went missing?

My door was locked.
A man kicked it in

and dragged me out of the house,
and now it's completely normal.

- I didn't touch your door.
- But you did.

'Cause it's fixed.

- Are you sure you're
remembering correctly?
- I am.

Well, I don't know
what to tell you.

You could tell me why all my
classmates thought I was sick.

Your teachers needed an excuse.

And strep throat sounded better
than the alternative.

That I was kidnapped.

Mm... that you ran away.

Where did you put it?

- Put what?
- The inhaler.

- What on earth
are you talking about?
- Ryan's inhaler.

It was in my room, now it's not.
I am very sure of that.

Please, Mom, just...
be honest with me,

'cause I feel like I'm going
crazy and I can't take it.

[ominous music]

Okay.

Okay.

I will be honest with you,

and in return I expect you
to do the same.

Yes, I went through
your things.

And no,
I don't feel good about it.

My mother did the exact same
thing to me when I was your age,

and it drove me up a wall.

But what I found,
I did not feel good about.

Why was there a dead boy's
inhaler in your room, Faith?

Because Ryan was with me...
when the men came.

I'm sorry, Mom. I know I'm not
supposed to have boys over.

[exhales]

Faith, wait.
What are you saying?

The men who took me, they...

They took Ryan.

They... They killed him.

Look, we need to give
the inhaler to the police.

We need them to know
he was here. It could help.

Okay.

I will call Officer Hartman
first thing in the morning.

Okay?

[ominous music]

Hey, Chief. We're having
a problem in the men's room.

Whenever I flush the toilet,
I swear I see a portal
into hell.

- Can you take a look?
- Go ahead and yuk it up.

Next time Rose calls, gonna be
you who has to deal with her

- and her cats.
- [chuckles]

What you got there?

"Satanic Cult Awareness"?

"This training manual is a
result of compiling information

from years of occult
investigations."
This a joke, right?

Those are officially issued
by the D.O.J. The Feds say
it's an epidemic.

The Feds don't know
shit from Shinola.

Respectfully, sir,
I spent my morning

disassembling a crucified
deer carcass.

All right.
Let's play hypothetical.

If Ryan's murder really
was some kind of sacrifice,

why would they leave it out
in the open for everyone to see?

Why would they leave
calling cards all over town?

[knocking]

Coroner's report's in.

- Good news or bad news first?
- I could use some good news.

Ryan Hudson's cause of death
was ruled an asthma attack.

- How is that good news?
- Supports Chief's theory.

Why do I get the impression
that the bad news doesn't?

[ominous music plays]

Whoever did this...

they cracked him open.
Took things.

How are we realizing this
just now?

They knew where to cut,
what to break.

Stitched him right back up.

I'm gonna do my due diligence
and read this tonight.

But if there really are
Satanists in this town,

they gotta be the dumbest
Satanists in history.

[man on TV] Hello?
Is anyone here?

- All right, here's what I got.
- All right.

- Candles.
- Cool.

- An altar.
- Nice.

- Robes, naturally.
- Uh-huh.

An animal, if we can
get our hands on one.

- Uh-huh.
- Should probably learn
some quick Latin.

- Okay.
- And one bucket of fake blood.

I think, to err on the side
of being safe, call it two.

- Two buckets.
- Uh...

aren't Judith and them supposed
to think this is already
a real cult?

Don't you think we need
more than three members
to pull that off?

I think I know some people
who could help us out.

People like who?

Like us.

[screaming on TV]

You want me to do what?

You want us to do what?

Cool. I'm in.

You don't want
to hear the pitch?

Our band is putting on
the biggest show

- this town has ever seen.
- We need people like you to...

...create
an immersive experience.

And it's exclusive.
Only for the cool kids.

["Sensoria" by Cabaret Voltaire
playing]

- [Spud] Like Judith Sanders--
- [girl] Really?

She'd really come
to something like this?

She's actually one of
Dethkrunch's biggest fans.

[Jordy] Plus Tonya
from cheer squad.

And Fred from all the,
you know, sports stuff.

What do you need from me?

From you, just costumes
and uh... panache.

Your vocal talents.

You think you could be
a spooky emcee?

[dramatic voice]
It was...

a dark...

and stormy night.

Wait. This isn't a prank, right?

No. Definitely not.

[Jordy] No assholes, promise.

And you're sure it's not a cult?

[stammers]
I mean, it is and it isn't.

Think of it like
performance art.

- But they think it's real?
- Yes.

But more importantly, they think
it's cool, which makes...

...us cool.
I don't see a problem.

What's a fan base
if not a cult?

- That's exactly what I said.
- Rad. Yeah, dude. I'm in.

Cool. I'm in.

[all singing] * We're in

[Ingrid] Is this a "Carrie"
thing?

[Spud] What?

You're not inviting me
so you can pour blood on me
and laugh at me?

No, this isn't a "Carrie" thing.

Good, 'cause I don't
have powers.

I couldn't kill you.
I'd probably just cry.

We don't want to make you cry.

We just need your goat
for a few hours.

Cheerios can come?

That's his name.
And his favorite food.

Oh, okay. Yeah.
[laughs] We welcome Cheerios.

Okay, we'll be there.

Hell yeah. Uh, see you then.

Oh, Spud?

Just so you know,
I'm coming as a friend.

I don't want you
to get the wrong idea.

Oh, hey.

Is everything okay?

[sighs] My mom
just called the office.

There's a leak in our basement.

She wants me to go home after
school to watch my brothers.

Oh, I'm sorry, that's lame.

Which also means...
I can't host.

I'm sorry. That really sucks.

Yeah, that does.
We were ready to go.

Is there anywhere else
we could do it?

I was so looking forward to it.

Yeah. We'll figure it out.

- Really?
- Totally.

I'll call you with an address.

[bell rings]

[sighs]

[ominous music]

[Gene] Lawn's done.

I'm gonna clean up real quick
before I go back
for the inventory.

- Doctor say you could do that?
- No.

But I can't show up to work
at a beauty salon looking
like this.

And if it's
still there tomorrow?

Then I'll deal with it tomorrow.

Hon, why don't you
just make the call,

set up an appointment?

If you don't like it,
that's fine,

but no amount of Maybelline
is gonna fix this.

Because I'm not crazy.

Hey, nobody said crazy.
All right? You're just...

- You're stressed out.
- I'm not stressed. I--

Sure you are, with everything
that's been going on with Dylan?

It's just, it's not that simple.

Maybe not,
but we're not gonna know

unless you see a professional.

[inhales deeply] Gene...

I think there's something evil
in this house.

Yeah.

The other night,

when I woke you up screaming,

it's because there was
something in our room.

- What are you talking about?
- [sighs]

I've tried to convince myself
I'm being silly, but I'm not.

The night that Dylan came home
with his hand all carved up,

the night I fell through
the coffee table,

I didn't fall.

That thing grabbed me
by the ankles

and dragged me,
threw me into it.

I know what I saw.
And I know what I felt.

And I've been trying to make
sense of it, but I can't.

And if I have to hear
one more person tell me

that stress threw me around
like a ragdoll,

I will lose it.

Okay, why are you just now
sharing all this?

[softly] Do you believe me?

Oh, hon.

I...

[sighs]

That's why.

That's why.

[dance-pop song plays on radio]

[door bell jingles]

Welcome.
I'll be right with you.

Hello, Mrs. Campbell.

Tracy. Hi, I'm sorry,
I didn't know
you had an appointment today.

Oh, no, no. [chuckles]
I'm not here as a customer,

I'm here as a fellow mother.

Oh. Okay, um...

How can I help you?

I saw what happened
at the funeral.

Between your son
and the bereaved.

Mm. Well, that was a shock.

For all of us.

I just wanted to tell you
how much my heart broke

for you and your family
that day.

I know what it feels like to
have the small-minded people

of this town looking at me
like I'm a cuckoo bird.

[sighs]

[clears throat] Thank you.
That's very kind of you.

Show kindness earnestly,

as kindness covers
a multitude of sins.

- That's a paraphrase.
- Oh.

But I don't think
the Lord would mind.

Okay. [nervous laugh]

Would you happen to be free
this evening?

I'm hosting a discussion group
meet-up of parents like us.

- Oh, thank you, but--
- I think I have information here
somewhere...

Oh, here it is. [chuckles]

[sighs]

I would love to see you there.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

- [door bell jingles]
- [door closes]

[ominous music]

[music intensifies]

- [phone line ringing]
- [man] Betty's Pizza Shack.

Hi, uh, my name's Dylan.
Uh, I'm in a band,

and, uh, we had our venue fall
through for our show tonight

- and I was wondering--
- [phone hangs up]

Hello?

[sighs]

[phone rings]

- Hello?
- [Linda] Hey, Dylan.

Your father's doing inventory
tonight,

and I'm gonna be out
later than I expected.

Do you think you can
take care of yourself
for dinner this evening?

How much later do you think
you'll be?

[Cassie] Whatcha reading? Oh.

So, I take it the case
is going well, then.

I'd say this is the most
stressful week I've ever had,

but I don't want the universe
to take it as a challenge.

- Any luck finding Max?
- No.

Usually he's back by now.

Hey. I have seen that dog

drink turpentine and live.

He's gonna be fine.

- What's your favorite color?
- Red and black.

Okay. According to the experts
on Satanism...

- Okay.
- ...the color red means blood,

- evil, and devil.
- Ooh.

Okay...

Black means sorrow,

- evil, and devil.
- Mm-hmm.

- Wow, how imaginative.
- Can't be both crazy and clever.

- Mm. No, you can't.
- [door closes]

Rex. Hey.

Um... what can I get you?

Give me two whiskeys and a beer.

Yeah.

Tell me about the case, Chief.

No updates yet.

We haven't found our man,
but we're working on it.

Yeah, I can see that.

Did you find it yet?

[tense music]

Did you find my boy's heart?

'Cause it sure looks like
you found the bottom

of that fucking glass.

[taps bar]

Chief's drinks are on me
tonight, Cassie.

For all his hard work.

[tense music continues]

- [knocking on door]
- Hold on.

Yeah?

[Faith] Hey. Your mom let me in.

- Wow, you look--
- If you say normal, I swear--

Different.

Just different.

What are you doing here?

Look, I just--
I really want to say

I'm sorry about
what happened with my mom.

Stop being so dramatic
and stop pretending like
we're friends.

- Jordy, I'm not pretending.
- You let your mom

- steamroll over your friends?
- That's not fair, I tried!

She didn't tell you why I
stopped coming around, did she?

Seventh grade,
I rented "Halloween 3"

because you wanted to watch it.

And the next day my parents got
a call from Tipper Gore herself

saying that I was
a goddamn witch.

- Jordy--
- No, no.

I have been holding onto
this one for half a decade.

It is still my turn.

She told them that I was
a bad influence.

And you want to know
the most fucked-up part?

They believed her.

My own parents believed her.

So they went through my tapes.

And they read my diary.

They went through
all of my stuff.

I mean, stripped me down
to the studs, including--

- Your makeup. I'm so sorry.
- Not my makeup.

My face.

Okay?

So, you can honestly
just save your apologies.

That woman...
she can't be trusted.

And if you still can't bother
standing up for me

five years later...

neither can you.

Are we done here?

- Yeah.
- Good.

[door opening, closing]

[footsteps]

[ominous music]

[woman on phone] Happy Hollow
Police Department.

Hi, can I speak with
Officer Hartman?

[on phone] Who?

Officer Hartman. I've spoken
with him a few times this week.

[on phone] There's no officer
by that name.

[ominous music]

You sure you weren't thinking
of anybody else?

[intense ominous music]

[dramatic sting]

[intense ominous music
continues]

[gentle organ music playing]

[bell tolling]

[whispers] We're five minutes
late, Tracy.

Sorry, just give it
another minute.

[sighs]

[door opens]

[indistinct chatter]

Excuse me.

Thank you all for your patience.

I believe we're ready to begin.

[organ music warbles,
becomes sinister]

[music crescendos]

["A Dangerous Meeting" by
Mercyful Fate playing]

[Spud] Good evening, peons.

Before we may proceed,
we request your tributes
to the Dark Lord,

as well as your cards
of summoning.

- Thanks, Spud.
- Not a problem.

Thanks, Spud.

Here you go.

Thanks, man.

Hey!

Invitation, please.

Must have got lost
in the mail.

Oh, that's interesting because
this is an exclusive event.

You've just been excluded, so...

Tell you what.

I'll pay you double,
'cause I'm a nice guy.

I don't-- I don't think you
heard me. What I had said was--

I wasn't finished.
I can either pay you double,

or I can give the cops a tip
about some suspicious activity.

[Dylan] Just let him in.

- Just don't be an ass,
all right, Cliff?
- Who me?

The Dark Lord
does not discriminate

based on dickishness, Cliff.

- [whispers] Proceed.
- All right.

[group chanting]
Belial...

Behemoth...

Beelzebub...

Asmodeus...

Satanas...

Lucifer...

Belial...

Behemoth...

Beelzebub...

Asmodeus...

Satanas...

Lucifer...

[goat bleating]

[chanting continues]

Holy shit, they got a goat.

[bleating]

[chanting continues]

[Phil] Welcome...
to the bowels of Hell!

Uh, where is that coming from?

There.

[deep, dramatic voice] Come.

Be reborn of the darkness.

Take your places and bow

to the Knights of the Night...

- Dethkrunch.
- [tape machine turns on]

["Toccata and Fugue in D Minor"
begins playing]

[goat bleating]

- Silentium!
- [music stops]

- New blood.
- So sweet.

Ah...

Before we continue...

we must ask of you an oath.

In blood.

And we will begin with...

- Clifford Nelson.
- [drumbeat]

In the world above,
you have it all, Clifford.

But here, we can offer you
something much greater.

We offer you loyalty
from your peers.

[drumbeat]

We give you acceptance,
and in return

we ask that you give us an oath.

Silentium es aureum, Satanas.

[all chanting] Silentium
es aureum, Satanas.

[drumbeat]

[drumbeat]

- Judith.
- [drumbeat]

Judith. Do not let her do that.

Lighten up, Tonya.

[Dylan] Judith Sanders.

Above you are beloved.

But with that
comes expectations.

The cloak of darkness

offers freedom
from expectations,

and in return
we ask of you... an oath.

[all chanting] Silentium
es aureum, Satanas.

[drumbeat]

[drumbeat continues]

Tonya Perkins.

No thanks. I don't speak Latin.

Come on. Just do what she wants.

Screw you, Fred. I don't even
know what it means.

It could be a curse.

It means
keep your trap shut or go.

I said no. [scoffs] Freak.

[ominous music]

Call me a freak again.

Just skip me, or whatever.

Say it or get the hell out.

- God, why are you so weird?
- Say it or leave!

Sorry I'm not as comfortable
caking shit on my face

as you, freak!

I've got a skin care routine
to take care of, so...

[all gasping]

[screams]
You fucking psycho bitch!

This shirt cost $30!

[Fred] Hey! Wait!

Does anyone else
want to fuck with me?

Huh?

Good. Together
on the count of three.

One, two, three.

[all] Silentium es aureum,
Satanas.

Now let's fucking rock.

[drumsticks tapping]

So many new faces tonight.

There are many, many things
to be afraid of in this town.

But what I see
in front of me tonight

is incredibly encouraging.

For me tonight, I see hope.

[whispers] Hi.

And we parents must cling
to that hope.

We must use it like armor

as we are entering dark times.

Entering? We're already there.

Hell has spilled over
into this town.

- It does often feel that way.
- I don't think you understand.

I'm not speaking figuratively,
Mrs. Whitehead.

I'm telling the truth.

Last night, I was attacked.

[all gasping]

By who, dear?

Nobody.
Not that I could see, but...

I just... felt it.

It was cold and...

Dark.

[man] I believe you.

Last night, there was something
at the foot of my bed.

Just staring right at me.

I tried to yell, but I couldn't.

And I think it knew,

because every time I tried
to open my mouth...

- it smiled.
- [all gasping]

I know I'm not crazy.

I know it.

[all murmuring] I believe you.

Something tried
to get inside me.

[stammers] I-- I felt it,

pushing down on my chest.

I-- I couldn't breathe.

I thought I was dreaming,
but when I woke up...

Please...

pardon my indecency, Tracy.

[all gasping]

- Oh, dear Lord.
- I tried to tell my husband,

- but he didn't believe me.
- [all] I believe you.

I felt it too.

[all gasping] I believe you.

So did I.

[all] I believe you.

So did I.

[shuddering breaths]

We have a special guest
with us this evening.

Linda Campbell, thank you
so much for joining us.

Parents of Happy Hollow,

do you know how evil takes root?

Hmm?

Through cracks
in the foundation.

- [woman] It's true.
- [man] It's true...

[whispered chatter]

Why are you staring at me?

Because Linda...

I believe that you,
and only you,

are to blame for the evil that
has taken over this town.

[exhales]

Th--

- That's absurd.
- [Tracy] Is it?

Who here has heard the rumors
about Dylan Campbell?

No. No, no, no. My son...

- My son is a good boy.
- He was a good boy.

But something went wrong
along the way.

- Didn't it? Horribly wrong.
- No.

And you let it happen.

You let evil into your home!

No.

You let evil corrupt
your only son.

And that corruption, people,

is the crack
within our foundation

from which this evil has spread.

Do you want to know who's
responsible for all of this?

No, stop it.

Do you want a place
to put your fear,

to direct your outrage?

[shouting] Look no further than
the mother of evil herself!

- Do you believe me?
- [all] We believe you.

- No.
- I believe that her son

has invited evil into our town!
Do you believe me?

[all] We believe you.

I believe that her negligence
and her failures as a mother

is the very reason Ryan Hudson
is buried in the ground!

- [screaming] Do you believe me?
- [all] We believe you!

No! No!

No.

[gasps]

- [dark music]
- [demonic growl]

No...

[all murmuring]

[panting]

[metal clanking]

[man] We're closed.

I-I'm sorry,
I just have a question.

We open back up
tomorrow at 8:00.

Why would my mom spend $10,000
on a working car?

Why don't you ask him?

Bob, this young lady
has a question

about one of your
customers.

[grunts]

[exhales] What can I do for ya?

[screams]

[heavy metal chords play]

Officer Hartman!

No!

No.

[frenetic heavy metal music]

All hail
the Prince of Darkness

All hail the Lord of Terror

All hail
the Prince of Darkness

All hail the Lord of Terror

All hail
the Prince of Darkness

All hail the Lord of Terror

All hail
the Prince of Darkness

All hail Satan

[crowd cheering]

Whoo!

Guys, that was incredible.

He likes you.

How can you tell?

He's not biting you.

[laughs]

How was it?

[all chanting] Dylan! Dylan!

We still part of the band, right?

[chanting continues]

I don't think
it's a band anymore.

[chanting continues]

[sobbing]

[Abigail] Tonya Marie Perkins!

My God.

What happened to you?

[crying] Satanists tried
to recruit me into a cult.

Please don't be mad.

[sobbing]

[children singing]
Oh, say, can you see

By the dawn's early light

What so proudly we hailed...

"This symbol is used to summon

the myriad of Hell's minions."

["Star-Spangled Banner"
continues on TV]

[thumping]

- [dog whining]
- Max?

[whining]

Hey, buddy.

- [Max choking]
- You okay?

[gurgling cough]

[vomiting]

[ominous music]

What the hell...

[tense music]

[distorted static
and Satanic chanting]

[woman sobs]

[sobbing]

[muffled screams]

[woman shrieks]

[cacophonous screaming]

[heavy metal music playing]