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Hello.

We are Impaled Rektum,

and we are here to play...

...um, dance music.

Stop it! Now!

Ah, Mr. Xytrax. Heh.

Warden.

Listen, having the biggest library

of metal in Europe is wonderful, really wonderful.

I even write about it in our PrisonAdvisor page, but...

Are you okay?

Anyway, as I was saying,

some of our inmates have been...

rather vocal about the music selection,

and, um, I was just wondering,

is it possible to maybe try other genres?

No.

No?

No. Okay.

Good talk!

Hey.

Mm-hmm.

Gentlemen.

Please allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Maxwell Efraim Fisto.

Nice to meet you.

Wow.

Impaled Rektum.

Your reputation precedes you.

You're the most dangerous band in the world right now.

Nice.

Yet, you don't seem like

the usual suspects.

Serving a prison sentence for...

causing an armed conflict

between Finland and Norway,

grave robbing, kidnapping.

I was in a mental hospital.

Anger issues.

All in the past, though.

I represent and manage

the biggest bands in metal music.

Maybe, I don't know if you've heard of some of my clients.

Vomit Distributor, Corpse Kisser.

-Bloodmotor. -Bloodmotor?

The reason why I'm here is

because I have a proposition for you.

A concert.

In Wacken. Germany.

Wacken is the biggest, loudest, hardest,

most amazing metal music festival in the world.

A hundred thousand people gather together

to celebrate the world's greatest metal music bands.

Is Dave Mustaine going to be there?

Everyone is going to be there.

Okay.

Sounds good.

Your compensation.

I know it's not much, 50,000 euros,

but a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity

to melt faces on an epic scale.

And after Wacken...

-...I promise you

all your dreams are gonna come true.

So, what do you say?

No.

Why no?

Wacken is an overcommercial festival

for wannabe metalheads.

And we already have our own tour planned.

But it's a big opportunity.

We could think about it.

What a shame.

Maybe this is not for you, after all.

No!

I mean, yes!

We could...

Also, we are still in prison then.

Sorry to hear, Xytrax.

That's unfortunate.

Maybe we could play another gig.

Later.

Turo, this is a one-off opportunity.

Unfortunately.

Thank you for your precious time, gentlemen.

Enjoy the rest of today.

And good luck.

We are so extremely sad

to hear about your father.

Thankfully, he's in a stable condition.

And I'm sure we can make some kind of arrangement...

-...for you to-- Sorry.

Yes, hello?

Uh, I'm so sorry.

I-- I need to-- to leave.

Ah, but our head of security, Mrs. Dokken,

she will take care of everything.

Um, yes, yes.

Well, see you. See you.

About the vacation.

Can you make it two weeks?

Losing someone is difficult.

I know. I lost a lot.

I was a colonel in the armed forces.

I had rifles, grenades, missiles.

And then, all this sissy talk started.

Suddenly, I was "prone to violence"

and "using excessive force."

I was a soldier, goddamn it!

Now I'm stuck guarding idiots like you in this joke prison

with nothing more than this stinking stick!

You will get what you deserve.

I'll promise you that.

Is that an escape plan you have here?

Are you a complete idiot?

We don't have a helicopter.

The only way out of this prison is with this key card.

But the problem is

that an idiot like you

will never get his hands on it.

Come back here!

Spit it out!

They're gonna stop serving the salmon buffet!

It has been called the best seafood buffet

in all of Scandinavia.

Heh. It is the...

riot reenactment club.

It's starting to look really authentic.

Very good, guys.

Great thrashing.

How about we check out the spa next.

Yeah? Heh.

Stop!

-Hey.

Let me guess.

You are the visitors from PrisonAdvisor.

Yes.

I knew it.

I'm really good at reading people.

Sorry you came on the riot day.

It almost never happens.

May I see your passes?

No.

Let me guess.

You lost it in the riot.

Yes.

What can I say.

It's a gift.

Sorry, guys, but I will have to close the gate.

Please move to the other side.

And don't forget to rate us!

Huh?

Yeah.

Shh.

- Yes. Pronto.

Yes. Ah-huh.

Hello, Mr. Fisto.

Uh, this is Turo.

Who?

Turo.

Turo Moilanen.

From Impaled Rektum.

Turo, Impaled Rektum.

How could I forget?

We changed our minds,

and, uh, we got out of prison, too.

I'm really happy for you.

Thanks for letting me know.

But, unfortunately, your Wacken slot is long gone.

Oh.

Yeah, Turo.

The show must go on.

Of course.

Um, but hey, take care

and send my best wishes to the band.

Wait.

I need this.

We-- We need this.

We'll do anything.

Yeah?

There is this festival

in Vilnius in two days.

And lucky you, I have an open slot.

Now, nothing big, just a supporting act.

You show me what you can do

and we take it from there.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

How do we get to Vilnius?

Ah, it will be great to see you.

-Gotta dash. Bye!

All right, you had your fun.

Time to go back.

Come out!

Don't make me come in there!

Last chance.

I'm going to give you to the count of ten,

and then I am...

Smart move, hippies.

Oh, well, why not.

Mission accomplished.

You know, criminal minds are weak.

Thinks too much about itself.

Easy to fool.

Yes. Yes.

So...

Whose stalkers are these anyway?

Hey, get the fuck out of there.

That space is reserved

for our technician.

Spazz, get your shit together.

No, sir. She was alive when I left.

One day you're not gonna wake up.

Legends never die.

Uh-huh?

Anyone else seeing these people?

We are also a band.

Impaled Rektum.

From Finland.

Cool.

What the hell are you doing here?

We broke out of the prison to fight

the injustices of the financial sector

over small agricultural businesses in rural regions.

Yeah, that's... that's definitely something

we should be worried about... that, yeah.

Where you guys heading?

Vilnius.

That's where we're going.

Have a seat, guys.

"Servants of Blood" is my favorite album,

all-time best.

Your vocals, so heavy.

You can really feel it in your guts.

Well, we don't play that anymore.

We've evolved.

It took us a long, long time

to find our sound.

I think it's just getting worse.

What did you say?

I said, I think your music

is just getting worse.

The last record was especially loose and uninspired.

The lyrics have no context.

The guitar sounds are bland, and so are the melodies.

Compared to your old records,

the new one is just superficial radio pop.

Even the artwork is awful.

Yeah.

It's a really bad record.

Well, I'll have to go cry

on my solid gold toilet

to get over this one.

C'mon, have a drink, guys.

Rob.

Hallelujah.

My golden boy.

How was your trip?

Long and boring.

Luckily we picked up

these dudes on the way.

I guess they're looking for you.

Impaled Rektum!

Really?

You really made it?

Yes, sir.

Hey!

Welcome to Vilnius.

Truly wonderful to see you.

I-- I feel I'm getting goosebumps.

And look at you.

Look at them, Rob.

So young and full of energy.

Unlike us, old geezers.

Right?

Yes, sir.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Let's get started.

Follow me, gentlemen.

-Chris. -Eh?

What's with the sucking?

Sucking?

Rob.

Yeah. Rob's voice is so black

it sucks the light.

It's helium.

Fisto's idea.

The sales went up, you know,

when people figured out what he was singing.

I mean, not that the lyrics

make any sense, but anyway...

Uh, don't mention it, yeah?

It's a touchy issue.

-Okay. -See you.

The reality is, with all my love and respect,

nobody knows you, yeah?

So, first impressions are everything.

You've got to stand out.

You want to be remembered.

So, how do you feel

about playing on fire?

It's always a crowd pleaser.

Sounds good.

Any allergies?

Snake venom?

Asbestos?

Cow blood?

We tend to use reindeer blood,

but we can be flexible.

Love it!

You gentlemen just keep on giving.

What's this?

Ah. Music list.

Surefire hits.

We only play our music.

-Uh, we... -I know. It's fine, too.

You have to respect a man's conviction.

Really great seeing you again.

Safe travels home and good luck.

Sir!

-Mr. Fisto. -Uh...

I'm sure we can work this out somehow.

I need my band hungry and willing.

You have to take chances when they're given to you.

Obviously you're not such a band.

But sir.

-Sir.

-Yeah, hello?

Mr. Fisto.

Yeah? Oh, Fisto here.

Yeah, sure. Okay.

Absolutely.

Whoa!

Man: Give me... chocolate.

Not bad, kiddo.

Yeah, yeah, I gotta call you back.

What the fuck were you thinking?

No, I mean, you're clearly stupid, reckless,

and you have no regard for your own life.

Just kidding.

Call me impressed.

Big time!

Please.

Please.

Let us play in Wacken.

Easy, tiger, easy.

I got you and your Rektum amigos

an opportunity to perform here in Vilnius,

and frankly, you failed to deliver.

And now you want to take it straight to Wacken.

It's a big risk for me,

and I don't know if I can trust you.

You can trust us.

I promise.

We will deliver.

We just want to play our own music.

Please.

You think you got what it takes?

Yes.

Whatever it takes.

I won't let you down.

I'm counting on you, Turo.

Listen up, gentlemen.

Turo Starshine just earned

Impaled Rektum a ticket to Wacken.

-No covers.

Great! Yeah.

Alright, this calls for a toast.

Drinks, please!

Ahh, the smell of fish and pilsner.

Gotta love it.

Show business, gentlemen.

Forget about the show.

It's all about business.

So, do you know where the money

in the music business comes from?

Uh, the music.

You wish. Nope.

It comes from the little kids

in Cambodia who make the T-shirts.

So, today, we're gonna help them

by taking some pictures for merchandise.

Gentlemen, welcome to Fistoworld!

I don't know about this.

A lot of great artists

didn't start rocking until they found their thing.

Slipknot, Ghost, Lordi.

Look at Xytrax.

Fine.

Welcome.

Thank you.

Pretty, pretty good.

I like.

I've got something for you to make it perfect.

If hats could talk, this one

would be a very traumatized hat.

Turo.

The hat of legends.

Okay, let's shoot!

Get everyone here.

You heard the man.

C'mon! Energia!

C'mon!

Great.

Now I want to feel your danger,

your emotion, your sexual rage.

Yes!

Yes, more.

Perfect.

All right, give me more.

Yes.

Yes!

Yes!

Give me more.

Add the skull crushing to part C.

And turn up the sternums by three percent.

- It's perfect.

You heard the man!

-Bravo!

Great job, gentlemen.

Now, get the hell out of here.

Helmut and I will wrap it up.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

Here we go.

Hey.

Have you seen four long-haired hippies?

-Yes.

Our hippie hair collection is my life's work.

It's priceless.

I said, I'm looking for four men!

Please, sir.

We are not that kind of establishment.

Hoo-hoo.

Read the sign!

You suck at everything, don't you?

Lotvonen!

Come on, that's it. Ah!

No, no, no, no, no! No, no, no!

I'm a pacifist!

-You make me sick! -Don't!

Can I help you?

Uh, I need to speak with Mr. Fisto.

Oh, no, no. Now is not a good time.

He's in the studio right now, and he's working.

-He knows who I am. -Please. Wait!

I can schedule you an appointment.

Hey. That's our song.

-Now, add some more...

You know what I mean.

-What are you doing?

Oh, Turo, heh, what are you doing?

Um... Um, Helmut, can you step outside?

I need a few minutes.

Thanks.

C'mon, Turo, step forward.

Sit down.

What can I do for you?

You don't like our music.

Oh. It's just music.

What's behind it is important.

And the story of Impaled Rektum is legendary.

We don't want to play that.

Turo.

You broke out of prison,

you made it to Vilnius,

and we made a deal,

remember?

"Whatever it takes."

Your words.

C'mon.

You want to be on that stage more than anything.

I see that in you.

We broke out of prison to save the slaughterhouse.

And Lotvonen's father.

I respect that.

I'll tell you what.

Let's cancel our pact and Wacken.

I'll make a plea. No negativity. Yeah?

I'll still write you a check for 50,000.

You can go back where you need to.

Save Lotvonen's farm.

I'm sure it's going to be as great.

Rob could probably melt a face with that voice.

He can melt my face any day.

You wouldn't guess how many times

Slash bailed Axl out.

Or Keith bailed Mick out.

It's our job to step in when the singer screws up.

It kind of inspired me. Maybe--

Maybe today you can teach me how the dance ought to look.

Actually-- Xytrax!

Xytrax.

Meet Su-Metal.

Moametal.

Momometal.

Meet Xytrax.

Nice corpse paint.

We're just talking about Forced Vomit.

They have the best war paints.

That's exactly what you said.

Their demos are so brutal.

The vocals sound like a goat screaming.

That's exactly what you said, too.

I said it sounds like a goat being buried alive.

Is he all right?

He's a bit eccentric,

but definitely a big fan.

Hey!

That is not a sausage, sir.

Sorry.

Nice party.

Yeah, I like it when strangers

go through my panties.

I wanted to ask about Fisto.

Just go with it.

He knows his shit.

-It's just-- -You and me...

...we go on that stage for people to gawk at.

They don't care about who we are.

Or even what we play.

Before Fisto showed up,

nobody ever gave a fucking shit about us.

I liked your first albums.

They had fame.

What happens to the bands

who don't do what Fisto says?

Nothing.

They just disappear.

Go straight down the abyss.

One more thing, Turo.

If you ever touch my mic again,

you don't want to hear me get angry.

Capiche?

Wow.

That turned out so much better

than I expected.

What have you done to our music?

I made it better.

You're very welcome, Xytrax.

You made shit.

That's what people want to hear nowadays.

It's gonna be huge.

I can see and feel it already.

You know, posters, billboards.

"To Die For." The new song from Impaled Rektum.

Our song is called "Prisoner of Flesh."

"To Die For" is what you want it to be.

We won't play that.

It's very simple.

If you don't like it, you can leave.

If the name of the song is the problem,

we can still change it.

I got it. Check it out.

"2 Die 4."

What do you think?

Xytrax.

A sad day for music history.

Behind me, one man's life's work of love.

A unique collection of musical history now lays in ruins.

The culprits behind this massive symphony of destruction

is a Finnish metal band recently escaped from prison.

We have an eye witness at the scene.

Please tell me what you saw here tonight.

I'm the monarch

of the kingdom of the dead.

Infamous butcher.

Angel of death.

You heard it here first.

The police is interested in any inform--

You know you've made it when people want to kill you.

Well, I guess it's back to prison for us.

Prison? Have you ever seen

a rock star go to prison?

Just forget about it.

I really should be thanking you, yeah.

You simply cannot buy this kind of publicity.

Not cheap anyways.

I tell you.

You're just one concert away

from being the biggest thing in music.

What was that, Rob?

Sounded like an elephant farting.

You should be taking notes from these gentlemen.

They do more than just complain.

They make news.

And maybe you're not just hungry enough anymore.

A lack of desire.

I tell you what.

For this trip,

the entire serving will be done by you.

Taking orders.

Any drinks?

No.

-Turo? -Yeah?

C'mon. Don't be shy.

What are you gonna have?

Uh... a Coke.

No, no, no, no, no.

You're a star.

Act like one.

Um...

A Coke with ice.

-And? -Uh...

Lemon.

Exactly!

Now, Rob, you go

and get Mr. Turo Starshine here

a Coke with ice and a slice of lemon.

C'mon.

Go on, Rob.

Wait.

You forgot the lemon.

Hey, Xytrax.

Hello.

You need a ride to Wacken?

I'm not going.

Don't you have a gig there?

No, I'm not in the band anymore.

Oh. We feel you.

You can still come hang out with us.

We're listening to...

Angels Necropolis?

Yes. It's the only copy

that survived the purge.

-Have you heard it? -I thought no one has.

-C'mon. -C'mon.

I can't.

Oh. Okay.

-See you later.

Yes.

Blow off some steam.

Shooting a few pucks cheers me up every time.

Okay.

What if I hit the driver?

Don't worry, sir.

Not my first rodeo.

Plexiglas.

Unbreakable.

What the hell?

Wake up! Wake up!

Where are they?

Don't know.

Ah! Ugh!

Lotvonen!

Ha!

Ooh...

-Uh-huh!

Oula!

Hello.

Uh, we are Im...

...potent.

Can't help you with that.

And, uh, we are...

delivering, uh, this dead body.

Let's see.

Yup, got it right here.

One backstage corpse for Abbath.

Okay.

Mr. Mustaine.

Sorry. Not him.

I met him once, though.

-Really? -After a concert.

He just played the best guitar solo I'd ever heard.

It was like a sonic attack on the senses.

I was bleeding from my holes for days.

-Wow. -But it was worth it.

Heh. I met him backstage and I told him

he just played the best goddamn solo that's ever been played.

Know what he told me?

I wrote it down just so I'd never forget.

Made me see the man he really is.

A goddamn genius.

Remember...

don't give a fuck!

Fuck...

I'm going to make it up to you.

Yes, and I know Lars doesn't want to talk to me ever again,

but please, send my love to him and enjoy that fruit basket.

Yeah?

Oh, and James, um, I gotta go.

Huge fan. Love you!

Call you back.

We lost Oula.

No. What a tragedy.

Oh, no.

But you're here, my Turo Starshine.

That's all that matters.

This is your moment.

Your golden ticket.

Personally, I'm so proud of you

you decided to do this concert

and not just take the money.

What?

Oh.

Seriously, you didn't know?

I offered Turo the 50,000

to save your papa's slaughterhouse, farm, whatever.

And of course he said no.

Performing here in Wacken is so much more important.

Yeah? He chose the band.

Very honorable.

Uh-oh.

Honestly, Turo...

he was holding you back

because you're going places.

And I've got guys lined up for you.

Finest top musicians

who actually appreciate you and your talent.

Unlike your friends.

Turo, my starshine.

I'm so excited to see you perform.

Sorry.

Lars?

I thought you didn't want to talk to me ever again.

Fisto.

Ready when you are.

Thank you. Looks beautiful.

-How do you feel? -Good.

I feel good, too.

You go out there now

and set the crowd on fire.

Always remember, you're a star.

Turo, what's wrong?

I need to go.

I need to go save my friend.

I'll get you new friends.

Even better friends.

C'mon. Please.

Get back out there.

Thanks for the opportunity, but this is more important.

Who the fuck do you think you are, you little fuckface?

Get your shiny little leather ass

back onstage now.

You're gonna pay for what you've done to Armando.

Who's Armando?

Ow! Ow!

I would like to go back to prison now.

Fucking bird.

Good luck.

No one touches Armando!

Madam Dokken.

You and I share

a common interest.

For dead metalheads.

The cage is open, but they locked the door!

We are Impaled Rektum.

And we are here to play

symphonic-postapocalyptic- reindeer-grinding--

For Armando!

Lotvonen!

Boom.

What a tragedy.

We better stock up on the merch now.

They're going to make a killing.

What? What's with you,

sour face gargoyle?

You know I can't understand

you fucking murmuring.

Suck your pipe, yeah.

You tell him, Rob.

That's it, yeah?

Nice speech, Chewbacca.

Whatever.

Now, piss off.

Or you might get shot next.

Shit.

Lotvonen!

Oh.

It's time.

The guitarist got shot in the head

in the middle of the gig, and he got up,

and he played the concert anyway.

He's a legend.

That's a lousy shot.

I was aiming for the other guy.

We are Impaled Rektum,

and we are here to play symphonic-postapocalyptic-

reindeer-grinding- Christ-abusing-extreme-war-

pagan-Fennoscandic metal!