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Go, bear these tidings

to great Lucifer.

Say, Faustus doth surrender up his soul,

so he will spare him four and twenty years.

To give me whatsoever I shall ask.

To tell me whatsoever I demand.

To slay mine enemies and aid my friends.

And always be obedient to my will.

"It's me again, Ragman.

Well, the song remains the same.

Total conflict.

Them against us.

I can't believe they cancelled your Halloween concert.

It's like you say:

Rock's chosen warriors will rule the Apocalypse.

Airheads and brain deads are everywhere.

Who needs them?

What do they got that I need?

Okay, one thing.

Leslie.

Sometimes, actually kind of a lot lately,

I think about some pretty radical things.

I mean, I've got thoughts in my head that nobody but you would understand.

Why not just end it? Be done with it all?

Dead. Gone.

But you know something?

The one thing that holds me together is you.

You! You did it, man!

You went to this fucking school and you rose above it.

Now you're on top.

And you can just look down at the anthill

and smile.

I gotta go. Your friend forever...

...Ragman."

Good evening, I'm Maggie Wong-Hernandez

and these are tonight's top stories:

Tonight our special segment examines Sammi Curr, the man and the controversy.

Despite a large teenage following,

Sammi Curr had recently been the target of much criticism

for his suggestive lyrics and his onstage theatrics.

Locally, he was the center of a raging controversy just last week

when the town council denied him permission to appear at

Lakeridge High's Halloween Party scheduled next Saturday.

A graduate of Lakeridge High, Curr wished to return to his alma mater,

a move that was extremely popular with the students.

The town council, however, blocked the attempt.

Citing obscenity and violence in Curr's music.

Well, tonight, we have in the studio Mrs. Sylvia Cavell.

Currently head of the Lakeridge chapter of the PTA

and instrumental in the recent move to block Curr's appearance here.

- Mrs. Cavell! - Thank you, Maggie.

You know, I've been a school teacher for 37 years,

and there is an addiction that is reaching an epidemic proportion in our schools.

I am referring to rock music.

Now I've seen more than my share of sexually active and rebellious teenagers

and I know how to deal with them.

Eyewitness News was able to obtain footage

of Sammi Curr before a Senate Committee inquiry

into rock pornography last summer.

If you were a parent,

would you want your kid growing up around rock music, rock musicians?

I mean with that kind of values?

Would you want your kid

growing up around politics, politicians and those values?

- Mr. Curr, this is not... - What I'm saying here

is you cannot legislate morality, or music, or peoples' minds,

- or we'll bring you down man. - I have a teenage daughter...

We will bring you down!

Again, rock star Sammi Curr,

victim of a hotel fire,

dead at age 38.

Wake up, sleepyheads!

It's Party Time! Yeah!

This is the old Nuke's a-comin' at ya.

Right here on this fine, fine, Rocktober morning.

It's the sweepin' sensation that's sweepin the nation

and I'm gonna do it to ya right here, right now. Wow!

Hey, Ragman!

Nuke?

Hiya, kid.

I can't believe it!

Yeah.

Well, live fast, die young, I guess.

He did leave us some great songs though, didn't he?

- He spoke to us. - He still does.

Dead or alive, it doesn't matter.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, Eddie.

Eddie, he wasn't a god.

- This rock warrior bullshit... - Nobody understands him

the way that I do.

Eddie, you didn't know him.

He was angry. He was always angry even in high school.

No!

It wasn't him.

He stood up for what he believed in, and they nailed him for it.

He wanted to play the high school, right?

But no. No, no, no, they stopped him.

They, they, they, they banned him.

They tried to fuck him over everywhere he went.

I know what that's like.

Eddie, he did this to himself! Don't you get it?

He started to believe in his own hype.

He did it to himself, Eddie.

Fuck the equipment! Look at this place! Can you believe it? Nothing ever works!

I got something for you.

Do you know what this is?

The last record of the Curr legacy.

Yeah.

They tried to ban him, but they couldn't stop him. Whoop!

He's in here.

Are you going to play it?

Midnight, Halloween.

That was Sammi's idea.

Why is it so heavy?

It's an acetate. A studio demo.

Eddie, what you've got in your hands right there,

is the only copy in the world.

- Wow! - Yeah.

All right.

Come on, let me have that!

Here.

No way! No fucking way, man!

You said you gotta play it on Halloween?

Yeah, I will. I've got it on tape over there.

This is un-fucking-real!

I think he would have wanted you to have this.

Nuke, this is very cool.

This is very cool. Very cool!

Hey, Eduardo! Hey, you scared me. You didn't show up for Trig.

You know, I figure the Sammi Curr thing had you bummed out.

Yeah. I'm okay.

- For real? You okay? - I'm okay, okay?

- Okay! I'm okay, if you're okay.

Hi, you're Eddie, right?

Okay.

Yeah, I um, I have something for you.

Yeah, well, ah...

You know, Tim and the guys, sometimes their humor is a little...

I know! Hey, what you gonna do?

So are you going to the pool party tonight?

The pool party?

Yeah! Oh, yeah! Sure.

It's the pool party. It's the party at the pool.

Why don't you come by?

- Around 8:30, right after they close. - Yeah.

It'll be fun.

I just might do that.

Good!

What are you doing here?

Nothing.

Then how about getting the fuck outta here!

I'm meeting someone.

Who?

Hey! You got ears, dildo?

Wait, wait! I just want to ask him something, okay?

Look, doesn't it get tough maintaining this level of creepiness?

- Creepiness? - Get lost, Metalhead!

Yeah, I mean, why can't you act normal?

- I don't know what you're talking about. - Wait!

If you weren't so creepy, you would know what I'm talking about.

Get him the fuck outta here!

Like, do you think, Harry's turning for the student council?

Hey! Hey! Stop, you bastards! Leave me be!

Lay off! Lay off me!

Hey, Metalhead, you're in the shallow end!

Way to go, Leslie!

Eddie!

Eddie!

I don't want to talk to you!

My ma got home late with the car! If I had known...

Well, that's just tough shit, isn't it?

What? Let's all fuck with Eddie, 'cause that's real fun, huh?!

Bunch of fucking assholes!

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna nail every one of those bastards!

I don't know how. I don't know when. But I'm gonna nail them.

Let the big fish hook themselves, you're the bait. The bait is you.

- Can we talk about last night? - You set me up.

Hey, it's Aqua Man!

- Hainey? - Yes, Edward.

Eat this!

You're dead!

Get him! Grab him!

This way! Come on!

Die, sucker!

...you're the bait. The bait is you.

Let the big fish hook themselves.

So? What do you think?

Well, it's loud, fast and thrashin'. A little bit short on the melody, but...

No, no, Roger, the message! C'mon man. What do you think?

Well, I think it's your ordinary, run-of-the-mill backmasked message.

Just like he did on "Fuck with Fire", "Burning Metal" and "Torture Is Too Kind".

Come on now! This is not the same thing, man!

Look at me!

You see, this message was meant for me.

Look, why don't you zoom on down to Hunan Gardens,

pick up a bag of fortune cookies,

and then plan out the rest of your week.

Okay, alright, okay, explain this:

I do exactly what the message says, right? And I nail those assholes,

- for the first time ever! - It's coincidence!

No, no! That is not a coincidence!

Eddie, Eddie, friend, you have fallen for the biggest gimmick in the record industry.

Some Ad Exec somewhere thought up the idea of hidden lyrics,

so that pinheads like Eduardo Weinbauer would fuck up their records,

playing them backwards and then have to go buy more.

Dude, wake up! Look, I gotta jam.

Bye.

Eddie, your cage is starting to shake loose.

Now if you want to talk, I'm around.

Maybe I am nuts.

You!

Ragman!

Un-fucking-real!

This is Ragman. I have a question.

Was that message yesterday meant for me?

All a part of the plan.

Alright. Okay. Now we're talking!

Okay, there's a plan.

What is the plan?

"Nail them all!" Remember?

Revenge, remember?

Yes, I remember!

- After yesterday, how could I forget? - Quiet!

- Yeah? - Eddie, who's in there?

- Nobody!

But, I mean, I am!

Would you get to bed? It's after eleven o'clock.

Damn, I wish she would just leave me alone.

Okay now, uh, the plan...

You were gonna tell me the plan.

What's the plan?

Metal machines 66, crush!

Metal machines 66, crush!

66, crush!

Hi, Eddie! We spent the entire morning on janitorial detail.

You'd be amazed at what people stick under their desks!

Did the headbanger bang his head?

How can you listen to this shit?

Huh? Huh?

Where are your balls today, Weinbauer?

Do you think I'm a puss?

Do you think I'm a wussy fucking weak tit?

Huh?

No. I... I think you're confused.

Because you're not going to get away with the shit you pulled yesterday.

Oh, shit!

Shut it off!

Turn it off, Weinbauer!

Turn it off!

Turn it off, Weinbauer! Turn it off!

You okay?

It's not over yet, man.

It's not over yet.

No, not yet.

66, crush! 66, crush!

What do you say there, Sammi, my man?

You and me, man! You and me!

Stop it!

I... I was...

Your clothes, I was...

putting them away.

Thank you.

They're clean.

They banned him from playing his old High School,

Lakeridge's own, Sammi Curr.

He's the subject of our special midnight tribute

tomorrow, right here on WZLP.

"Tim, a peace offering, Eddie"

Edward, hey! Edward, where were you this morning? You missed the Midterms.

So? I'll make it up.

You can't make it up. You flunked. Double goose eggs.

Big deal.

Hey, get a grip on yourself, man. And forget this vendetta thing!

Dude, this is total Darwin:

It's survival of the fittest.

You wanna live?

You suck up to the fittest.

No! Uh-uh. Never again!

Eddie! Hi! I heard about you and Tim. Are you okay?

Am I okay?

He doesn't remember. It's traumatic amnesia!

Oh, wow. Your outfit! I love it.

What are those?

Jeans.

They're you.

Gotta go. Ciao!

Later. I gotta go!

Genie!

Genie? Genie?

Genie?

And next week we'll have with us in the studio

a truly fine talent and beautiful personality,

Miss Muffy Singleton.

And we're back with evangelist and moral crusader, the Reverend Aaron Gilstrom,

who's dropped by with some visual aids.

We're talking today about rock pornography.

And I'll have to agree with you. We have some pretty ribald stuff here.

But those rockers really a strange sense of humor, don't they?

I don't even think it's a sense of humor.

I think they're just out and out sick people.

I mean, and they're trying to make everyone else around them,

who like, listen to their music, as sick as they are.

Reverend, let me ask you a question.

This album, "Do It Like a Dog."

Now this has to be about animal behavior. Is that right?

Let me give you an example, I have one of the lyrics here.

- Tell me what you honestly think about it. - Go right ahead!

- "Gonna drive my long steel missile down on your love channel.

Deep, deep, you'll beg for more.

Raising Hell and serpent's score, feel me, feel me."

Now what does that mean to you? To me, it means nothing but a sexual act.

Weinbauer!

Weinbauer!

Weinbauer!

You son of a bitch. What did you do to her?!

What the hell did you do to her?!

What do you mean, Tim?

She's in a fucking hospital, man. You could have fucking killed...

Man, you did something. You did something to that tape.

I don't know what you did, but you're getting into some weird fucking shit, man!

And I just want you to stay away from me, okay? Alright?

You just stay the fuck away from me!

Eddie, who was that?

Just a friend.

What happened to Genie?

I have to know, what happened to Genie.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Cheap thrills.

I'm really starting to get worried.

Now tell me. What did we do to her?

What did we do to her?

"Nail them all."

Come on, man. Now, she wound up in the hospital.

Now, this is very serious.

- We can't just go and... - "Nail 'em all! Nail 'em all! Fuck 'em!"

I think we should end it.

I don't want to do anymore.

No wimps, no false metal.

No. No, that's it, it's over now.

No more, okay?

Okay?

Leslie!

What?

What did you say?

- Leslie! - Man, now come on now!

Leslie has nothing to do with this.

- She set you up. - No!

- No, no, no! She didn't. She had no idea. - Leslie!

- No!

- Eddie! - Not now!

- Let her in, we'll nail her too.

Tim Hainey's father's on the phone,

- he wants to talk to you. - Take a message.

- What am I, a secretary?

Mom, I can't talk to anybody now, please go away.

- Mom, could you come in here?

Don't, don't come in!

- What? - Mom, do not come in here!

- Please come in, Mom.

No, please! Do not come in here, Mom! Don't come in!

- Please come in. - Eddie...

No, Mom! Don't!

Mom, look, look, I can't do anything now, alright?

Look at you, you're sweating, are you alright?

- Yeah, I'm fine. Just, you know what it is? I'm tired. Im very...

- But you've got a fever! - No, no, really I'm fine!

- I'm gonna get you some aspirin. - No! Mom? Yeah. Good, okay.

Aspirin and some soup.

...demonic beast.

What happened to the good old simple lovesong?

"I love you"! That's a good words use!

Nowadays, they have to write some sickness.

It's just absolutely sick and bizarre.

And I'm going to do my utmost best to try and stop it now!

Anything you'd like to say in conclusion.

- These evil people have just got to be stopped.

You should be loyal to your hero.

They can turn you.

Eddie!

Eddie?

What have you done to your stereo?

I wanted a new one.

- Mockus residence. - Roger, it's Eddie.

- Hold please. - Roger... Roger, Roger!

- Edward. - What the fuck is going on?

- We just got "Call Waiting". Pretty cool, huh? I feel like a total bigwig.

Roger, I really need your help, okay? This is incredibly important.

- What is it?

There's a cassette tape that Tim has. It's probably in his car.

- What about it? - I need you to go get it.

- You're the one with the death wish, why don't you get it?

Because I can't go get it.

Okay, listen, Roger! If I go get it now, if I leave the house,

I'll really blow it with my Mom, alright?

I'm grounded through Halloween. She's totally freaking out.

- About what?

I'll explain later. Now this tape is real shiny.

You can't miss it, alright?

And when you find it, you've got to destroy it, you hear me?

And if you don't find it,

you got to call me back so I can think of something else, alright?

Now, I'm counting on you! Okay, I'll be waiting by the phone.

Okay! Roger, I'll talk to you a little bit later. Okay, bye.

Hi, Mom.

I am gonna get killed.

I am gonna die.

- Yeah? - Roger! Did you get the tape?

- Yes. - Did you destroy the tape?

- Yeah. - You did?

You did, oh Roger, man, I owe you my life!

- What's the big deal with the tape? - It's kind of hard to explain, ah...

It was something pretty awesomely unbelievable.

Listen, Edward, I gotta go.

- Okay. Well, once again, thank you. Alright, bye.

That guy is a quart low.

It's not too unnormal.

Hi, Rog.

...reports indicate that Gilstrom died of a massive hemorrhage of the brain,

leading to speculation that he may have been a victim of foul play...

- Roger. - I'm a big fan of yours.

I have all your records. - Shut up.

Play my tape for me,

tonight.

Or die.

Maggie, it's a sad day for all of us. But as a teacher, ahhh...

Dude, you got it. Absolutely. And what a great album it is!

Tonight!

Well all right, guys and ghouls, Halloween is here.

And you better hold on tight, 'cause we're gonna rock you tonight.

Die, commie pig!

Mom, Stan's here!

What a hunk! I love it!

- Are you sure you're alright? - I'm fine.

You go and have a good time, alright.

Remember, you're still grounded, but we start with a clean slate tomorrow.

Oh, honey, be sure and pass out this bowl of candy to the little Trick or Treaters?

Okay. You're an angel. Bye.

- Judas? - Leslie!

Are you playing some Judas Priest?

- Great costume! - Oh, thanks!

Where's Eddie?

Eddie?

Oh, he's not here! I mean I guess he's not here.

I haven't seen him. Have you see him?

- No, I asked you. - I haven't seen him.

Okay. Well, have a good time!

Even death is preferable to this shit!

- Trick or Treat! Smell our feet! - Come back tomorrow!

- Hello? - Hi, it's Leslie.

- Happy Halloween! - Hi!

Are you coming tonight to the party?

No! I'm not. I'm sick.

Oh, I'm sorry. Well, I was thinking of going pretty soon, too.

My costume is slowly unraveling.

- What's that? - Well, it's kind of this medieval...

No, the music! What's the music?

The music? I don't know.

Some tape Roger put on.

Eddie?

Hello?

Trick or Treat! Smell my feet!

Whoa!

Going to a party?

I don't think so.

No! No, get out of the way!

Holy shit!

Oh, shit!

Well, that was fun, wasn't it?

Excuse me! May I have your attention, please?

- Eat it, Wimbley! - Yeah, Wimbley, eat it raw!

Ah, could you please... could you please turn that down.

Thanks.

Get on with it!

I'd like to welcome all of you to our annual Halloween Dance.

I'm sure those of you who are in my class are very tired of listening to me.

So we'll go on with our live entertainment.

Without further ado, here they are:

The Kickers!

How y'all doin'?

- He's great! - He's better than the real Sammi! Whoo!

What are you doing here?

I got a question for you.

Are you making it with Weinbauer?

Roger? Oh, man! Roger, what did you do?

Roger? Where's Leslie?

He tried to kill me.

And he put Genie in the hospital with his voodoo witchcraft

or whatever the hell it is.

I just don't want to see you get hurt too, Leslie.

Okay listen to me now, you gotta go in there, and find the main breaker box

and throw the power off.

Now!

Leslie!

Please, Tim! Stop it!

Come on, Leslie! Come on! You did it once.

You are such an asshole!

Hey, you okay Les? Hey, Leslie, you okay?

Leslie!

Leslie?

- Tim? - Weinbauer?

What are you doing, man? You gotta get out of here!

Weinbauer, just stay away from me!

Oh, shit! Come on! Now!

Come on!

Look out!

Oh, Leslie!

We've gotta find the circuit breaker. We've gotta kill the power.

- Why? - So we can stop him!

- Whom?

Wait! That's it!

Eddie!

We had a deal.

You and me, man!

Roger! Roger, forget it! It's too late!

Let me do one thing right.

Run, Roger!

Oh my god! Roger!

Roger! Man, Roger!

He's dead.

Actually, I'm not.

Oh God, it was awful! This guy was shooting stuff out of his guitar.

It was... people were running and, I don't...

- and it's my very best friend, she was... - Alright! What did the suspect look like?

- I told you it was Sammi. - Who is Sammi?

- Sammi Curr, the rock singer? - Yes.

Sammi Curr died last week.

Looks like we better check out the party punch.

It's crazy. I mean, weird stuff has been happening all week.

Excuse me? Could we get some help here, please?

Hey! That's the guy right there!

Eddie Weinbauer!

Hey, you!

Hold it! Hold it right there!

- What are you doing? - I'm coming with you!

- Why? - I do not know!

Hold up! Hold up!

Come on! Let's start from sqaure one, alright?

I want to know the whole story.

Alright, okay, fine. Look!

You've ever heard of raising spirits from the dead by incantations, right?

I guess.

- I did that by playing a record backwards. - You're kidding!

- I knew you wouldn't believe me. - No! I believe you.

Where is he now?

I don't know. See, he only comes out when I play the record backwards,

- and I've destroyed all the copies. So... - So he's gone.

I think so.

Where did you get this record?

Nuke! There's a midnight tribute! Come on!

Operator! Connect me to WZLP, it's an emergency! What time is it?

11:59.

Yes, it's an extreme emergency! Extremely extreme!

- What happens if he plays it over the air? - I don't know!

He can come out of anything that picks up a signal anywhere.

Any radio, any stereo, anything!

Come on!

Nuke!

- Alright. We gotta get over there. - In what?

- My mom's car. Come on!

It's Midnight Mayhem with the Nuke on the mighty ZLP.

Tonight, an hour Midnight tribute.

We're going to do something just a little bit special.

We have got a treat for you: A World premiere!

The only Sammi Curr album never released.

So here we go! In the true spirit of Halloween:

"The Eve of the Dead"! We're gonna play this first cut backwards.

Crank it up!

Oh no!

Do you hear that?

Where is it coming from?

Come on!

This is Seven Baker, requesting backup at 4th and Chester.

Have visual of suspect matching description of Edward Weinbauer and female companion.

I also have one strange

son-of-a... bitch!

Freeze your ass, buddy, or I'll give you a jolt you'll never forget.

I do not see him.

Go on upstairs and get my keys! They're in my pants! Hurry!

Jesus! Can't you just open the door?

You gave me a heart attack!

- Do you find the keys? - No!

They must be in the bathroom.

Okay. Alright, I got it.

Oh my god!

Wait here!

Eddie...

Oh my god!

- Are you okay? - Yes. I'm okay. I'm okay.

Follow me!

- Watch out! - No problem.

I've always wanted to do that.

Come on!

Eddie, this is suicide. He could be in there.

You don't understand,

I started this. This is all my fault.

I've gotta do something.

- Now you wait here. - No, way.

My god! What is this?

Where's Sammi?

I don't know. He could be anywhere.

You know what he's doing now? He's protecting the tape.

Goddamn it! I let this happen!

Come on!

Alright, okay. Look here. This is what I need you to do:

Stand here and count to 100.

If he comes out after you, we'll have time to run!

If he doesn't, I need you to run in there, grab the tape and destroy it.

Alone?

It'll be alright if you do what I say. You have to.

Okay. What about you?

- Maybe I'll see you later. - Wait!

What do you mean? Maybe?

All right, gentlemen!

Start your engines!

One, Mississippi, two, Mississippi,

three Mississippi...

So where are you?

What's the matter?

You're Rock's chosen warrior, now show me your stuff.

I know, you hear me.

...16, 17,

18...

How about that toilet, huh?

You know, you looked a little flushed back there.

You sure you're still okay? Huh?

Huh, dead man! Come on!

...40, 41, 42...

You know, I realized something tonight.

I don't need you anymore.

You need me.

'Cause what are you without your fans? Huh?

Who's gonna buy your records, when we're all gone?

What are you waiting for? Now come on!

...54, 55...

Come to get me, man!

Come and get me!

...76, 77...

I can't believe this.

Where are you? What are you waiting for? Now come on! You want to kill me?

Here I am! Now kill me! It's just me against you now, man!

What are you afraid of?

Rock's chosen warrior is nothing but a fucking wimp poser!

...90!

...99, 100!

I hope you can swim, sucker!

Wake up, sleepyheads! It's party time.

This could kick you off into becoming an absolute pervert!