Original subtitles

� Hallelujah

Previously on the Devil's Carnival.

� Hallelujah

Hah!

Your guests have arrived, sir.

I know.

There are three acts scheduled for

tonight's performance.

What is this place?

Where are we?

My son, he's he's he's lost, try to just

excuse me.

You'll have to wait your turn.

There are rules.

Did you see what those animals did to me?

Yes, they can be so cruel.

Who are you?

I am the excuse you give, when you cannot

follow the rules.

Stories often outlive their authors, John.

Especially the good ones.

[cheering]

You let, one of them go, sire?

It would appear so.

To heaven?

The rules.

My friend, the rules are changing.

We are putting Heaven out of business.

[cheering]

Get ready for war.

All condemned souls, step to the tracks.

All aboard, all aboard!

Next stop, Heaven!

[train whistle]

� Again!

� Pry the belly, hook and nail

� First with shovel, then with bone

� Coal and fire to the whale

� First with shovel, then with bone

� Break the lion, catch his tail

� First with shovel, then with bone

� Little lambs tied to the rail

� First with shovel, then with bone

� Black tracks, black crows

� Feeding on the face of a dear abandoned

boy

� Fighting for a taste with the flies

� Black chains, black spikes

� Hammering the steel in wounds of shit

and mud

� Scabbing into railroad ties

� Four then twenty blackbirds fall where

metal moans

� and gandys curse

� Pitch and flail beneath the mauls

� Strike the furnace, raze the hearse

� Again!

� Pry the belly, hook and nail

� First with shovel, then with bone

� Coal and fire to the whale

� First with shovel, then with bone

� Break the lion, catch his tail

� First with shovel, then with bone

� Little lambs tied to the rail

� First with shovel, then with bone

� Heave on, heave on

� Cast of this skin, fat to the feast

� With each crumb that's offered, another

mouth springs

� Surrender your wool and your kin to the

beast

� Heave on, heave on

� Down the throat of a alle- Alleluia!

� Spoiled and empty God!

� Pry the belly, hook and nail

� Alleluia

� Coal and fire to the whale

� Alleluia

� Break the lion, catch his tail

� First with shovel, now with bone

� Little lambs tied to the rail

� First with shovel, now with bone

� Pry the belly, hook and nail

� First with shovel, Alleluia

� Coal and fire to the whale

� Alleluia, hahaha Alleluia

� Break the lion, catch his tail

� First with shovel, now with bone

� Alleluia, Alleluia ha ha Alleluia!

� Pry the belly, hook and nail

� First with shovel, now with bone

� Coal and fire to the whale

� First with shovel, now with bone

� Break the lion, catch his tail

� First with shovel, now with bone

� Little lambs tied to the rail

[train whistle]

� Again!

� Alleluia, Alleluia

� Always Alleluia, Alleluia

� Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia,

� Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia!

Ugh, God.

Ugh, gah!

[opera singing]

[bell ringing]

Get in here!

You rang?

Look at this mess!

Yes.

Leave it!

Yes.

Who does Lucifer think he is?

What did you say, Lucifer, don't you say

that name here.

Forgive me.

They're sending back trains full of your

condemned.

More and more every day.

What I meant to say is, what is Hell

thinking?

I don't care about that, do you understand?

Look at my concentration, it's wrecked!

There was a rhythm to creation.

You would think this all happens it just

grows on the trees that I've created?

How can I help?

You can't, but you can pack.

Where are you going?

Not me, you.

Sir?

You're going to Hell!

Listen to me, the Morning Star is trying to

annoy me.

He thinks he can upset my perfect balance.

He's playing his damn music loud down

there!

Like an impudent teenager.

Yes, we've all heard, it's dreadful!

He thinks he can use those trespassers from

below to send seeds of doubt up here and

infect us all.

It is ridiculous!

I need you to put this idiocy to bed!

Sir, perhaps somebody else that would be

better suited for this crusade.

Someone with an art for navigating the

profane.

A beast of prey, perhaps?

Or one of the animal sentinels?

You leave tomorrow.

And you make short work of this, and you

tell that fucking creature down there who is

in charge!

Do you understand?

Huh?

Are we clear?

As a trolley bell.

Go!

And you down there, Prince of Darkness, you

are the Prince of Shit.

I am the master of all of creation!

� Six hundred, sixty-six

� Six hundred, sixty-six

More railroad spikes?

More trains.

Enough, with the trains.

We need to make our arms ready.

I have orders.

And now, you have new orders.

Weapons, lots of weapons.

[siren wailing]

[rowdy carnival]

Hey!

Pace yourself, Mr. Bunny,

pace yourself!

Ooh oh oh oh oh

Hey.

Tune yourselves!

Rock'n Roll

We have a problem.

Where did you put my jewel?

This is ridiculous, what's going on in

here?

give me your flipper.

Why don't you take your little stick and

dangle?

You heard him, Mackenzie!

[slap]

[chuckling]

OUTSIDE CROWD: � Alleluia! Alleluia!

Leave us!

OUTSIDE CROWD: � Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

Miss Merrywood, you've been a bad girl.

Those mutts outside are going to make your

time here very unpleasant.

I can't stop them.

But, if you're square with me, I might be

able to buy you some time.

And with time, who knows?

You found your way here, right?

What can you tell me about this?

That?

Well, I don't know, I've never seen it...

I don't have time to dicker!

I'm giving you an opportunity!

Tell me how you found this before I hand

you back over to them.

Sorry, I'm a bit punchy.

See if any of this jogs your noodle.

[muffled voice]

Welcome to Heaven.

[door knocking]

Enter, faithless and unclean.

Begging your indulgence, sire, but we need

to start preparing.

Heaven is not gonna take lightly to us

sending back all these disallowed souls.

He is going to react.

Yes.

The carnies aren't ready for this.

They're drunk, insolent, completely

reckless!

Speak of Devils and they do appear.

Will you excuse us?

We have important matters to discuss.

Yes.

We'll call you whenever we need...

No.

Will you excuse us?

We have important matters to discuss.

Oh, Yes.

I'll just be outside, awaiting

instructions.

I know.

[knocking]

Yes?

Heading somewhere?

I'm in a bit of a dash.

What's the buzz?

Tell me what's happening.

I'm sure you're aware of today's

interruption from below?

Third one this week.

This trespasser, John, was only the

beginning.

Yes.

Orders on how to spin this?

No.

I was thinking radio and media should run

ads to keep the plugs distracted.

Something from the archives.

Something nostalgic, devotional, maybe even

themes of unity.

The author will be handling this privately.

Of course!

Um, any mandates?

Just stick to your regular razz.

That's solid murder, buddy G!

Well, ain't she a daisy?

Making her way through the strays.

You recognize any of them croakers?

I told you she don't know from nothing.

And she's giving us the high hat.

Ya heard it?

I heard it.

No, no!

No, please don't.

Don't touch me with that thing.

Don't!

No, stop it!

Oh we'll translate her.

She'll talk.

They all talk!

No!

-[gasp] -[crack]

Silence.

The perfect expression of contempt!

I'm starting a war.

With God, that divine pretender.

And we are going to trample his almighty

ass.

That is why I've summoned you here.

But first, I've selected a story for the

occasion.

Let us remember the past so that we may

better destroy the future.

Long, long ago, lived a high and famous

King, who lived in a castle and possessed a

great many pets.

GOD: Greeting, applicants.

Your own creator welcomes you to Heavenly

Productions Incorporated, established in the

beginning.

Heavenly Productions is devoted to virtuous

entertainment that seizes the soul and

redeems the mind.

For immaculate moving pictures, timeless

tales of truth and hymns of old.

We uplift the Kingdom, and are of the

faithful.

My numbered flock will see you though your

orientation.

Embalmed, in blood, always.

� Alleluia

Hey, look, they're doing the Ark!

All aboard, applicants!

Welcome to Heavenly Productions

Incorporated.

By now you have received your unnumbered

armbands, but it's up to you to keep those

numbers.

So, keep those wings snug and straight!

As applicants, you have made the first cut.

But if you don't stay on your tippy-toes,

we will make the next one!

Snip, snip!

Hahahaha!

There are seven divisions of labor here at

Heavenly Productions Incorporated, and we

are classified by our jobs and our numbers,

just like on Noah's Ark.

Always aloof.

� All aboard!

� Heavenly, Heavenly

� Heavenly

� Productions!

Bringing you the latest word on the Word

from the crack of doodle

to the closing trolley.

[bell clanging]

� All aboard! All aboard!

� Noah said all aboard!

� Back in those bygone days

� We had this little rag

� We'd flood our hearts with praise

� Cut on the deck and wag

� It's coming back, the craze

� For every doe and stag

� Everybody's doing the Ark

� You get your haunch in line

� And fold those palm, one, two

� �

� Oh, what an angel zoo!

� Everybody's doing the Ark!

� Heaven

� Heaven

� Oh, the animals promenade by the station

� O'er the timbers, o'er the air

� They'll be whooping it up like cranes

� In holy hymns and pet refrains

� Through the channel on the waves

� All aboard! All aboard!

� Noah said all aboard!

� The chosen filed in pairs

� A-buzzing at the docks

� Holding up their fares

� Parasols and socks

� Trotting up the stairs

� What a gay old flock

� Everybody's doing the Ark

June!

Cora!

You were selected, too?

I got an audition.

Oh, isn't it like everything you dreamed it

would be?

I'm so nervous.

I could use a drink.

Water? Juice? Milk?

-Have anything stronger? -[laughter]

Trying to get us in trouble already?

Trouble? What's that?

Oh isn't it all so fabulous?

My heart is positively racing!

[gasps]

� Oh, the animals prominade by the station

� O'er the timbers

� O'er the air

� Oh, the elephants lift their horns in

psalms straight from the good books

� Torn through the channels along the waves

Shall we show them how it's done, ladies?

� Anchor!

� Plant your Janes on the floor - � Fold

� Put your gloves in the steeple - � Port

- � Tip like a belle - � Starboard

� Toss around

� Toss, toss around

� Anchor!

� When the dame's on the floor, fold

� Put your gloves in the steeple, port

� Tip like a bell, starboard

� Toss around

� Toss, toss around

Oh, you've got it!

Ooh ooh!

Man that's a hummer!

Keep up, now!

� Oh, don't fly overboard!

� We're on cloud cukoo land

[laughing]

� Let's make belief!

[applause]

Welcome to Heavenly Productions

Incorporated, applicants.

Today's orientation will include a visit to

his royal library, the Divine Garment

Department and the Sacred Sound Stage.

[cheering]

That's right, be shy, boys on the right,

girls on the left.

� All aboard

You six, ankle this way.

� Noah said, all aboard!

� The crickets tuned the bones

� The hippo's stomped check, check!

� The monkeys slid trombones

� Down the giraffe's neck

� Above the loading zone

� Pianos crashed the deck

Hmmm?

� Everybody's doing the Ark

� Ring ding the chamgpagne smashed

� The hep cats pitched and blared

� They clasped their hands and thrashed

� Downing out the squares

� My what a timeless bash

� Oh, Heaven hear our prayers

� Everybody's doing the Ark!

� Sailing, sailing

� Oh, the animals prominade by the station

� Through the channels, on the waves

� Through the channels, on the waves

Gotcha!

� Through the channels, all aboard!

Level Two, Shepherds of the Flock!

June, look at it!

Ssh!

The Word is the bedrock of Heavenly

Productions Incorporated, so it is

felicitous that your journey begins here.

Here, every story ever written is

catalogued.

Here, every tale has a lesson, though the

novels and manuscripts of yesteryear may one

day be supplanted by whirring contraptions

of celestial telecommunication, everything

will always originate with, the Word.

May I have a cooperator?

A volunteer?

[gasps]

You?

Me?

Pick a book.

Oh, there are so many!

Um, what are those ones?

Those stories are no longer in circulation.

Why not?

This is a library, not a zoo.

Punctilios must be practiced.

Sorry.

A question?

Why are those stories no longer in

circulation?

Applicants, repeat after me.

It is not our place to question the author.

-It is not our place to question the author.

Merely to learn from his wisdom.

-Merely to learn from his wisdom.

Haha!

Now you're on the trolley.

The author has been benevolent enough to

share his wisdom in these exquisite volumes

and learn you shall, all of you.

Work hard, keep your muzzles clean, and one

day you will all make excellent Sevens.

[claps]

The King cared for his vast menagerie of

pets, but erected strict fences around areas

where his animals could and could not

travel.

He even divided the beasts into those he

permitted to live in his castle and those

that must labor in the stables.

Level Seven, working horses!

Amongst the King's stable of animals was a

paddock full of young horses.

They were trained by the King's house pets

to do labors for the King.

Hello!

Hahahaha!

Ahhh!

� Days of rose and twine

� Are only by design

� Every loop and hitch

� Every catch and stitch

� Every hem and line

� Every gore and jut

� Every bias cut

� Every hem and line

� Days of brick and pine

� Are only by design

� Every hallway paned

� Every window stained

� Every frame aligned

� Every column steeled

� Every corner sealed

� Every frame aligned

Yes.

� Days of bread and wine

� Are only by design

� Every petal worked

� Every spirit corked

� Every silver shined

� Every furnace lit

� Every lamb and spit

� Every silver shined

� Days of ours and thine

� Are only by design

� Every turn is lief

� To the grand motif

� Every book and spine

� Every pupil trained

� Every watch and chain

� Every book and spine

� How will you dress for the party?

� Filed and pressed at the wall

� There's a serving cap and a pail and a

post to call

� If you earn your place at the ball

Ha!

His animals were bred to heed his calls,

to dress his halls, and to sniff out strays.

The King also had his animals trained

to guard his stock, to herd his flock,

and to sing his praises.

You're tuned in to Halo Radio,

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If you want your toddler to soar, trust

Shangri-la.

So, Judy, what's next on our roaming round

of requests?

Next up is a letter from

Mr. Carmichael Fairbanks.

Mr. Fairbanks wants to know if any of his ladies

of virtue are single.

Oh, ho ho!

Well, now, Geraldine, what do you

and the girls have to say to this poor,

lovesick fella?

Sorry, Mr. Fairbanks,

but our hearts belong to only one.

Oh, God.

Her.

Here's to becoming a One, sisters!

Hey don't make us get physical.

Where do you think they're taking her?

I don't know.

Let's find out.

I swear you're incorrigible.

Whatever you do, don't swear here!

Do you really think they'll make her a One?

Oh I hope they do, she was lovely.

Did you see where they went?

No.

Perhaps...

You insisted on leading,

how could you not see?

It's what I do...

Well well well, look what we've got here.

A couple of Gladys gumshoes.

Snooping is a sin, ya heard it.

I heard it, no snooping!

But these dollies, they think the rules

don't apply to them.

I'm sorry we got lost.

We were looking for the powder room.

So, we'll just go back now!

Hey what's the rushes, duchess?

I'm sorry we didn't mean any harm, really.

We just wanted to see where he was taking

Geraldine, that's all!

Is that all?

Yes.

The whole script?

Yes.

Everything?

Everything.

Well which one is it love?

What?

Taking a powder or snooping?

What?

Uh oh, I think these frails are in need of

a translation.

Yeah that will get their stories straight.

Ya heard it?

I heard it, we'll get em talking.

You're welcome!

Here's on for you.

� These tunes we carry

� Of bond, blood, and testimony.

� Always.

� Alleluia, Alleluia, always Alleluia.

� Once there was a time you needed

transcripts

� In triplicates and duplicates to log

� By letter bone and tar and as the time

slipped

� Stenographers and upstrikers and slogs

� Yes it was a sorry time for chalking

� Every foot and header to be drawn

� But now we have machines to write the

talking

� The days of breaking hands with words

are gone

� See how we dictate a few

� Translate for you

� Cutting conversation every tongue in

harmonation

� And transmit to you, make writ of you,

� Spinning mandrels innovating ways to

make you talk!

� Lift the tube and mouthpiece from the

gurdy

� Aim the dictator against your pout

� Depress the metal treadle with your

derbies

� How the waxy barrel spins about

� Beat your jaws and start the duplication

� A needle traces every errant tone

� Listen back to your domestication

� A hearing and a sentence through the

phones

� See

� How

� We

� Dictate of you

� Translate for you

� Cutting conversation, every tongue in

harmonation

� And transmit to you, make writ of you

� Spinning mandrels innovating ways to

make you talk!

� Dictate of you

� Translate for you

� Cutting conversation, every tongue in

harmonation

� And transmit to you, make writ of you

� Spinning mandrels innovating ways to

make you...

� Finally the shaving engine cycles

� Whittling the wax down to the skin

� So the cylinder can be recycled

� To try your testimony once again

� Bolt your words and measure your

intentions

� Rid yourself of every hiss and hoarse

� Fidelity's the gristle of invention

� Capturing our voices for the court

� See how we dictate of you

� Translate for you

� Cutting conversation, every tongue in

harmonation

� And transmit to you, make writ of you

� Spinning mandrels, Spinning mandrels

� Spinning mandrels

� Innovating ways to make you...

-Ahem. -[gasp]

There's a matter in the binding department

requiring your attention.

Your prompt attention!

Can we finishing pressing these

neighhh-sayers first?

We'll be snappy!

Sixes don't make terms.

Ladies have you learned your lesson?

Yes.

Because if you continue to disobey His law,

I'll be forced to take action.

Even if I don't want to put the finger on

you I'll have no choice.

You follow?

BOTH: Yes.

Outstanding!

Probably time you two got a wiggle on.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

Good luck with your application process.

Better ship-shape from here out.

Will do.

[gulp]

Do you know who that was?

Rescued by the agent on our first day.

And he is so much more handsome in person.

I guess for a bluenose he ain't bad.

Oh don't be sore you know I think you're

the gnat's whistle.

� When the clouds are grey

� And the angels lull

� And a different view

� It's against His will

� what am I to do?

� What am I to do?

� All that I can say

� All that I can know

� Is that I'll be dreaming

� He says...

Oh my graces!

[gasp]

The meal was delicious my dear,

I'm delighted to have created you.

Never send that one to me again.

Did she nettle you sir?

Nettle me, no one nettles me?

Her cheeks were frowning.

Right.

Fix her.

I'll put the translators right on it.

Ruthless, am I not?

[laughing] Like no other.

How are the applicants coming along?

All is Jake on that front.

I hear that one of them has caught your

eye.

A little troublemaker, huh?

I am married only to my post.

Oh don't bullshit me.

I can tell when one of my agents is dizzy

over a dame.

I've never seen you like this.

You did not make me a liar.

No I made you to serve me, not to lose your

head over some little dish with a dream.

I'll keep my distance.

No.

I want you to seduce her.

Sir?

I'm testing the limits of your loyalty.

Or are you afraid that this little filly

will gallop off with your faithful heart?

No!

No.

I am as you made me, loyal to an ideal.

Or would you prefer that I nominate someone

else to your position for my balcony?

Someone who is more agile in his virtue

when in service to his King?

I am forever faithful to the format.

You may leave us.

We shall see.

The King was ward to a great many animals.

But his foremost beast was a pet lapdog.

The lapdog was always ready to prove his

devotion.

Always eager to lick his master's hand.

Ha!

Excuse me!

Here's that curve you wanted, see?

Sit.

It's come to my attention that you've been

asking inappropriate questions, in the

library, about banned materials

What?

No, I wasn't I...

After your incident in the hallway the

other night, I thought I'd made myself

clear.

You did, but that was before...

Don't let it happen again.

It won't.

I'm sorry.

It's not our place to question the author.

He has a plan for you.

For all.

Can I ask you something?

Shoot.

Being his agent, is there anything you're

told you can't have.

You've got brass, I'll give you that.

To answer that question would require a

much longer conversation.

Perhaps we could negotiate the particulars

over dinner.

Negotiate?

Unless you have other plans.

No.

I mean yes, we can have dinner.

You promise to be good?

It's a deal.

Deal.

I'll have the designer fit you with some

approriate dry goods.

June.

Be careful

[swing music]

Make it up, doll face.

You like the music?

Oh yes.

It's loud though.

It's perfect.

Songbirds are some of his finest creations.

Pardon me.

The music, I said it's.

Yelling at each other like this, what will

people think?

No one can hear us.

Maybe I need a microphone.

[applause and cheering]

� What what

� What what, awooo

� What what

� What what, awooo

[bells]

� These tunes we carry

� Of bond, blood and loyalty

� Always, Alleluia, Alleluia

� Always Alleluia

[music]

� Down, down, down at the midnight rectory

� We jiggle juice frisking under the

marquis

� The peacocks are strutting behind velvet

rope

� Sipping away on the heavenly dope

� Down, down, down at the midnight

rectory!

� With jiggle juice frisking under the

marquis!

� The peacocks are strutting behind velvet

rope

� Sipping away on the heavenly dope

� Scratch at the hatch, busom sisters

and lap sons

� Enter on fours through ones with your

daps on

� Surrender yourself dolls, get down on

your knees

� Open your flappers, let's ruffle the

keys!

� Am I low enough d-daddy?

� No no

� Am I low enough d-daddy?

� No no no

� Am I low enough d-daddy?

� Well alright!

Give me two Hallelujahs and an Amen

� Am I low enough daddy?

� No no

� Am I low enough d-daddy?

� No no no

� Am I low enough d-daddy?

� Whoo-wee!

� Two Hallelujahs and an Amen

� Let's Pray! Leap!

� Up, up, up in the perch we'll be squeaky

swinging

� Spinning on air, just a-pitching and

winging

� But down in the boiler we jitter and puff

� Loosen the collars right up to the

scruff

� So all of you bred high, down on the

make out

� Remember the garden, let's wiggle the

snake out

� Fiddle the humbox and howl like a pooch

� Kneel for a swallow of heavenly hooch

� Am I low enough d-daddy?

� No no

� Am I low enough d-daddy?

� No no no

� Am I low enough daddy?

� Mm-hmm, give me Lordy oh Lordy hey Lordy my

Lord!

� Am I low enough d-daddy?

� No no

� Am I low enough d-daddy?

� No no no

� Am I low enough daddy?

� Uh huh

� Lordy oh Lordy hey Lordy my Lord!

� Swing!

[gasp]

Alright!

Hahaha!

� I'm just a fool in love

� But I'd be a fool not to be

� I've danced and I've swayed up a cloud

serenade

You, were brilliant.

I can't believe this is happening.

Shh, shh, shh.

And now the author himself?

� I'm just a fool in love

� But I'd be a fool not to be

He's a genius.

There's nothing I wouldn't do for him.

He must love you.

Choosing you as his companion animal.

We go way back.

� ...in love

[applause]

Can I ask you something?

If this were olden days and I was still

sitting in his court on high, reading to

that holy huckster, do you think any of this

tale would ring any bells for him?

Mmm?

Or he'd just do what all of his idiot

disciples do and cleave desperately to the

parts of his sermons that serve them?

And then conveniently forget, ignore, or

make excuses for everything else.

Their pious credulity sickens me!

[knocking]

Sire?

When do you think you'll be available to

discuss strategy?

You know, our plan about what to do about

Him.

...knock knock knocking from

outside of my chamber door?

I said NOT NOW!

So what exactly is the plan?

I don't know.

I mean, I should know, but I don't know.

Okay?

Anyway, it's none of your business.

You'll know the plan when I tell you.

Wake the Bayonettes.

Murder.

Mischief.

Mayhem.

Fear not, toy maiden.

I shall defend your honor with my magical

musket.

Ow!

Nuts.

I found this in the thoroughfare.

Hey, that could be anybody's.

It was protruding from a women's chest.

I'll go to my cage.

No, with what's coming, I'd feel safer

knowing this was on your person.

Yes, war is coming.

We must strike now and we must strike hard.

While we still possess the element of

surprise.

Here is the perfect plan.

We invite God to a secret meeting.

Suspecting trap, he will not come.

But he will send his seconds.

Wonderful.

You, be there.

We will be serving tea.

It will be poisoned.

Tea time! [choking]

Then, the twin will shape shift into God's

man who was at the meeting, but is now dead

due to the poison.

He will return to God with a message.

Things went well your holiness.

But now you must come down from the clouds

to discuss the terms of the surrender.

No, no, no.

Gather soldiers and we storm heaven's

gates.

There's all these men.

That's what men are for.

No, this is the perfect plan.

We will ride the elevator to heaven, then

we will ambush God, and we will gut him.

These are horrible plans.

Magician, bayonets, scorpion, you're in

tonight's act.

Smith, more weapons.

Everyone else, try to look alive.

Picking up where we left off.

It came to pass, that one of the King's

stable animals, a filly, stole a peek at the

luxuriant privilege that the King bestowed

upon his lapdog.

This caused the filly to bemoan her fate as

a stable animal.

She thought, why shouldn't I experience

some of the same privileges as the King's

lapdog.

� Alleluia

Heavenly Productions Incorporated daytime

programming has reached its conclusion.

Please make your way to your designated

dorm rooms always...

� Alleluia

The new whelps.

Grapes, not quite ripe.

Will they bloom or will they whither?

The Watchword is watching.

[Screams]

� When moonlight drips into the frame

� And darkness marks stray souls to claim

� He stands in vigil, taking aim

� The hour belongs to the Watchword

� In shuttered halls where pupils sleep

� He peers through keyholes, counting

sheep

� He draws his lens, and with a sweep

� The hour belongs to the Watchword

� The signal flickers, dark and red

� From the buzz box by your bed

� Transmissions of this evening's dread

� And in a flash

� Click, click

� The hour belongs to the Watchword

� When mischief lulls you from your cot

� And focus twists and shadows plot

� He winds, he aims and takes his shot

� The hour belongs to the Watchword

Meanwhile, back at the vault.

� In amber light where prints are traced

� He trains a dogged eye

� By negatives, he stamps the fleece

� And hangs them out to dry

� Exposed in baths

� Inverted cut

� In rows of numbered faces

� Developed in observance

� Aired as chilling nightly cases

[cackling]

� The signal flickers dark and red

� From the buzz box by your bed

� Transmissions of this evening's dread

� And in a flash

� Click, click

� The hour belongs to the Watchword

� Restless ears should hit the sack

� For he holds service on kneeled backs

� And pictures you in white or black

� The hour belongs to the Watchword

� The hour belongs to the Watchword!

Tonight's case: Out Beyond the Depths.

It all began with a dame.

Oh!

What?

Wow, you're jealous.

Not jealous.

Cora, the green-eyed monster.

Don't, June, get over yourself.

He's using you.

And I'm using him.

What's wrong with that?

We like each other.

Oh, you're going to get yourself into

trouble talking like that.

Both of us.

Maybe I just want you to come and rescue me

from my evil ways.

Don't toy with me June.

Look!

This is good for us.

Someone important on our side.

That's not how this works.

Says you.

Says everyone.

I'm going places.

Don't you want to come with me?

Why are you still holding onto this?

Are you screwy?

This is going to get you expelled.

Not if you don't tell anyone.

June, don't.

Don't worry, I've got this.

Arriving from level five, animal sentinels.

-Psst. -[gasp]

I know your secret.

Your feelings for her are not only

inappropriate, they're illegal.

I think it's time that we discussed your

present options.

Hmm?

What do you want?

Ah, ah, ah.

Ones have to be earned not taken.

I'm just a watchdog looking out, for a

canary.

[knocking]

Yes?

It's me.

How did you get up here?

Filled with foolish adventure, the filly

broke her cords and halter.

She galloped from her stable, into the

King's house, where she imagined she would

kick up her heels and frisk and fawn as if

she were not a horse, but a lapdog.

Have a seat.

Hmm.

I was going to give this to you after our

next date.

Oh?

But I...

So we're dating then?

Yeah.

A horse shoe.

For luck, with your application process.

Do you know why horse shoes are considered

lucky?

No.

Well, it's an old story, about a

blacksmith, who was cursed.

And in order to break the curse, he tricked

the Devil into letting him nail a burning

horse shoe to his foot.

The blacksmith agreed to remove the burning

steel if the Devil vowed to plague him no

more.

And never step foot in a house that had a

horse shoe hanging over the front door.

Then, I suppose I'll have to wear it

everywhere I go.

Is that one of the stories from the cage?

Ha, you're impossible.

No, absolutely not, no!

You're His agent, I'll be your gal Friday.

Who'll stop us?

You are an applicant and I am His agent.

Don't be such a wet blanket!

Come on!

I'm serious.

Well, I suppose you'll just have to catch

me then.

June?

June!

The filly bounded up the King's private

floors and furniture, but because she had

hooves and not paws, she trampled up his

stories and crashed his fancy shelves.

June!

It's not funny!

Haha!

Listen to me, June...

I know just the book.

Please.

If you do this, there's no turning back.

Oh, don't be so dramatic.

See?

[alarm bells]

What?

What do we do?

Sorry dollface.

The King's house hounds, hearing the

strange hubbub and perceiving a danger to

their master, came running to his aid with

teeth and claws and talons.

What do we do?

Just tell them I'm with you.

I can't.

You're not.

Hahaha.

Nice work.

All of you.

Oh God, please!

Don't leave!

Don't leave!

I didn't do anything wrong, I just wanted to

know!

Dont go, please!

June, you're not even a Seven.

By the way...

Don't leave me!

Cora says hi.

[mock crying]

[gasp]

June!

Enough!

This is a library.

On your feet, come on.

No, no.

Applicants!

One of yours was seized here after curfew,

hazarding to read forbidden material.

You're not individuals!

You're one.

When one of you fails, you all fail.

You must be punished as one!

You must rebuild as one.

Tonight, you will put our library back in

order, book by book.

You'll then strike the shelves and do it

over again and again until you've learned

the value of keeping order.

Repeat after me, we look to the Word.

We look to the Word.

And how do we know how to organize

ourselves?

We look to the Word.

We look to the Word.

And what do we do when one of our

compatriots, no, when we fall out of order

and fail to heed the Word?

We, we expel and rebuild.

Loud enough so everybody can hear you.

We expel and rebuild!

Correct!

You're going to do well here in Heavenly

Productions Incorporated young lady.

� These tunes we carry of bond, blood, and

order

� Always, alleluia

� Alleluia

� Always, alleluia

� Make of me as subject bound

� Cased in halls and hushed of sound

� On the rack is art in Heaven

� Always hitting on all sevens

� By the Book

� Seven pillars handed down

� Make of me thy subject, Lord

� Placed according to thy Word

� Never intercrossed in Heaven

� Always hitting on all sevens

� By the Book

� Seven pillars by thy sword

� One by one as ordered

� Flight to flank and facing forward

� Hanging by the word

� In chapter, verse, and sentence heard

� cast one, kept as pets

� cast two, steer the flock

� cast three, plumes and pelts

� cast four, birds of song

� cast five, watching dogs

� cast six, preying beasts

� cast seven, working horses

� One by one

� Make of me a subject cast

� Pressed and kept beneath thy glass

� Every hardback set in Heaven

� Always hitting on all sevens

� By the Book

� Seven pillars under latch

� One by one as ordered

� Flank to flank and facing forward

� Hanging by the word

� In chapter verse and sentence heard

� cast one, kept as pets

� cast two, steer the flock

� cast three, plumes and pelts

� cast four, birds of song

� cast five, watching dogs

� cast six, preying beasts

� cast seven, working horses

� One by one

� 1 thy animal companions at thy lap

prance with abandon

� 2 are shepherds of the flock who teach

and cultivate thy stock

� 3 of peltry, 3 of feathered grace thy

halls with silk and heather

� 4 for birds of song and hymn that chirp

devotion by thy whim

� 5 in cover watch and waits, sniffing out

thy truth and straight

� 6 are beasts of prey that gnaw explain

the word with tooth and claw

� 7 working horses haul their mighty

labors till they

� Fall in line

� Fall in line

� Fall in line

� On the rack is art in heaven

� Always hitting on all sevens

� Always hitting on all sevens

� Always hitting on all sevens

� By the book

� Always seven written down

The moral of heaven.

Tis better to be content with one's lot

than to desire things one is told they are

not fit to receive.

Hahahahahahahahahaha!

And people say I'm the cruel one.

Hahahahahahaha!

I mean, don't get me wrong I'm all for

beating a dead horse, but what that pius

gangster leaves out, is the best part yet.

When will Heaven learn?

As you can't kill stories just by banning

them, or throwing them away.

Outcast!

Outcast!

Really?

My poor child, whatever happened to you?

Where am I?

What is this place?

You've had quite a fall.

No.

But I didn't do anything wrong.

Of course not child.

Everyone in this place is innocent.

Come, come let me help.

Come.

You're in pain.

More and more lost souls are arriving every

day.

We need to devise more efficient ways to

house, torment, in volume.

We will.

I've already instructed the Smith to double

the amount to ten dankers and iron bars.

Good!

The heavy hammers of progress.

Right.

One of the new arrivals.

A girl from heaven.

Scorned because of her ambition.

Considered a wild one.

The Almighty fraud must be losing his mind.

Who will be left to wipe his royal ass once

he's kicked everyone out of the Kingdom?

Beaten and outcast, the filly was made to

graze on a plot, far, far from her former

stables.

She wasn't prepared for how very small her

world would become.

Alone, ill, no longer under the King's

care.

She was game to a host of wild and sneaky

beasts.

What happened to your face?

Aren't we one to talk?

Can I have a drink?

What's in it for me?

I don't have anything.

No, but that shiny pendant?

I can't...

Oh, a connection!

I must have it.

Come in.

Stay for a spell.

Let me lighten your burdens.

� Out, out

� Out for a shell

� Aren't we a darling?

� Aren't we a tell?

� One hoof in the clouds and one down the

well

� Where is our heaven hiding?

� Fair, fair

� Have us a game

� Pretties for luck and horseshoes for

pain

� Under our bruises don't we look the

same?

� Where is our heaven hiding?

� Truce, truce

Cora?

� Let's make a vow

� Spill all our dirties and kiss on our

brow

� Who are you keeping and who are we now?

� Where is our heaven hiding?

� Bang, bang

� Give us a prayer

� Who is the drifter that sits in your

chair?

� Under which shell will your charm come

to bear?

� Where is our heaven hiding?

� My, my aren't we a hiss?

� Let's take your chances and play for the

miss

� Look at us friends when we share in your

bliss

� Where is your heaven hiding?

� Where is your heaven now?

[laughter]

� We scratch on the plains

� Uptown they fluff the feathers

� Coachmen walk with canes

� And every collar's creased

� A gentleman prefers to break from airs

and fetters

� To roll off his sleeves

� And liberate the beast

� Let us piss from the vine

� Let us claw in the mud

� Let us swing with both fists

� As we writhe in the blood

� Let us walk on stained glass

� Sinners one, sinners all

� It's always prettiest after the fall

� We gnaw on the bone

� Uptown they sprinkle sweetener

� Nectar for the cups

� And napkins for the chins

� A gentleman prefers to dig in with his

fingers

� Suck in through his teeth

� And bear a hungry grin!

� Let us piss from the vine

� Let us claw in the mud

� Let us swing with both fists

� As we writhe in the blood

� Let us walk on stained glass

� Sinners one, sinners all

� It's always prettiest after the fall

� We board up the shed

� Uptown they gild cathedrals

� Choir boys for hymns

� And candles for the mass

� A gentleman prefers to differ with his

steeple

� Salt his scripture well

� And show a little class

� Let us piss from the vine!

� Let us claw in the mud !

� Let us swing with both fists!

� As we writhe in the blood!

� Let us walk on stained glass!

� Sinners one, sinners all!

� Let us piss from the vine!

� Let us claw in the mud!

� Let us swing with both fists!

� As we writhe in the blood!

� Let us walk on stained glass!

� Sinners one, sinners all!

� It's always prettiest after the fall!

[clapping]

[knocking]

Enter.

Sire, I won't sit out there waiting any

longer.

We need to take action.

The carnies are completely unprepared and I

can guarantee you, Heaven will be

dispatching forces to deal with us.

Yes, the agent I suspect.

His, number one?

I have something he wants.

Doll, would you be so kind as to prepare a

special greeting for our roving friend, the

agent?

Excellent.

Then I appoint you to lead the negotiations

with Heaven's number one.

There's a lapdog in the stables tonight.

So go, go and talk his head off.

When one no longer needs to ask permission,

one hardly feels compelled to speak at all.

Are you ready for your carriage?

Yes, unless you require anything further.

Sit.

This mission is troubling you, eh?

Just puppy nerves, sir.

Hell is a hostile territory.

That's not what's eating you.

Sir?

Don't bump gums.

I just wish I better understood your ways.

Better understood my ways?

How long do we know each other?

Who am I supposed to send on this delicate

mission, some gladhand?

No, I suppose not.

Course not.

You're my top man, that's why I always give

you the most difficult of all the missions.

When the morning star sees you, he'll know

I mean business because he knows I trust you

implicitly and you will carry out my

instructions to the letter.

For your travels.

Sir, you shouldn't have.

I want you to remember that if any trouble

ever comes to you, or temptation that seeks

to sway you from me, that I love you like a

son.

Now go and make me proud.

Thank you.

Hell is gonna want to parade my head around

like a trophy.

Ha!

They wouldn't dare.

I've just given myself a good idea.

Sir?

You have your mission, go.

Greetings Heaven, your author welcomes you

to another spotless presentation from

Heavenly Productions Incorporated.

Please take your seat, and quiet your

spirit.

The broadcast is about to begin.

Frank, pictures up, cameras rolling, and

mark it up.

Say Cora, what's next on our roaming round

of requests?

Next up is a letter from a Miss Vera

Berkley.

Vera Berkley.

She'd like to know which arcadia flavor his

ladies prefer.

Well, I can't speak for all his ladies but

I know after a day of caroling I enjoy...

Double Vanilla!

[laugher]

Ladies and gentlemen, the man of the hour,

the creator of all things, God.

[gasps]

Citizens of heaven, I am aware of the

rumors that are infecting our fair

environment.

Gossip of trespassers from down below,

seeking to enter our ranks and poison our

way of life.

Nonsense!

I am gravely disappointed in all of you,

that you would dare doubt my authority.

The truth is, I allowed these invaders to

cross our boundaries illegally, and opened

my arms to all of them.

Why?

Civility.

Even in the face of the enemy, that's what

makes us different from them.

I could have crushed them all like roaches,

but I didn't.

I wanted to prove a point.

That we are better than they are.

And I will allow no party pooper from down

below or within our ranks to disrupt the

beautiful harmony that we all enjoy here at

Heavenly Productions Incorporated.

That was a gasser.

But now guys and dolls, in honor of the

occasion, the creater of all things, our one

and only God Almighty is going to grace us

with a song.

� Down down yonder

� In the handle-pans

� In bowls of dust

� And throats of sand

� With stammer jaws

� And hands of gauze

� And rust

� They beg for good ol'

� Song like a dog for crust

� Master, master

� Begive us a tale

� Of the dandy old harvester

� Whut done lived in the vale

� Oh please!

� Won'tcha won'tcha

� Master, master

� Turn back the page

� Where the land was plum and green

� And we got shine and wage

� Yes, we got shine and wage

Shine and wage.

Now what do you think children, do you

think they deserve shine and wage?

No!

� Cast from the highlands

� My twisting black rollers came howling

� Lashing the faithless in spirals of

dust, drought, and sand

� The wicked harvester tempted the heavens

� Now broken

� and barren his land

� How is my heart so forgiving?

� My kindness could swallow you whole

� Pluck the seeds of evil

� By rake and by fist lest bells of the

Black Sunday toll

� Pluck the seeds of evil

� By rake and by fist lest bells of the

Black Sunday toll

� After a fall I lifted my winds out of

mercy

� Generous me, but country dogs lack

common sense.

� The wicked harvester

� With seed bags went fixing to sow a

further offense

� How is my song so beguiling?

� These pipes, they could swallow you

whole

� Pluck the seeds of evil

� By rake and by fist lest bells of the

Black Sunday toll

� Pluck the seeds of evil

� By rake and by fist lest bells of the

Black Sunday toll

� Down, down, down come the winds

� Round, round, round goes the dust

� Black, black, black is the Sunday

� Crash, crash went the hounds

� Weep, weep, weep, we'll survive

� Black, black, black

� Down, down, down come the winds

� Round, round, round goes the dust

� Black, black, black is the Sunday

� Alleluia

� Crash, crash, crash

� Sing Alleluia

� Weep, weep, weep, we'll survive

� Alleluia, Alleluia

� Black, black is the Sunday Alleluia

� Down, down, down comes the winds

� Round, round round goes the dust

� Black, black, black is the Sunday

� Alleluia

� Black, black, black is the Sunday

� Alleluia

� Alleluia

[sniffing]

Now it feels like home.

June? June?

June.

Oh my God.

I need to speak with him.

It's important business!

I'm so sorry.

Sire, we need to talk.

This is serious.

Yes.

This is glorious.

I'm trying to help you.

I don't need help right now.

I'm your adviser, it's my job to help.

It's also my job to run the carnival, but I

don't know what in the hell is going on

anymore.

I don't have time for this right now.

Well you have time to read to Painted Doll,

or whatever the hell else it is you do holed

up in your chamber, sulking all the damn

time.

Painted Doll is doing her part.

Do yours.

You're kicking the God damn hornet's nest

and the trains are liable to come crashing

off the rails and into you.

Let them come.

I'm not going to let you ruin everything

we've built.

Let...

You don't tell me what to do.

You're going to listen to me because when

the trains come, I'll be the only one

standing in between you and the God damn

wheels.

I hate martyrs, go.

Please, don't dismiss me.

Never asked you to do that.

It's not the point.

I would never let you do that.

You're right.

I've been distracted.

This carnival we built.

It's grown stagnant, becoming like them.

You see it, even when they don't.

That's why change is necessary.

Is that, why you sent all those souls back

to Heaven?

Yes.

What if it backfires?

The traings coming, I'll be standing on

tracks beside you.

So what do we do now?

Can I tell you about my plan?

Really?

I thought you'd never ask.

� Oh the night is young with lashes hung

� And the fillies all in heat

� How their laps turn plum

� When the church dogs come

� A-sniffing for a seat

� But a lady sits heart

� And legs crossed

� As tight lipped as a mouse

� Though I find when I lift my legs

� My hooves bring down the house

� Mein Liebe, Mein Welpe

� Spielt den Wildpferden

� Klap-klip-klap!

� Mit unseren Rocken hochgezogen

� Und im Gratschsitz und Reitgerte

� Mein Liebe, Mein Welpe

� Steig auf die Wildpferden

� Clip clop clip!

� To the hound, a round of hell

� On the Devil's carousel!

Tonight we drink!

June stop, please stop this!

� Once a pious dog was worshipping

� On his master's thighs

� Outside the fillies tramped and brayed

� Unsaddled in the sties

� Aroused he slid down his master's pants

� Banisters and rails

� To scratch upon the stable door

� And poke forbidden tails

� Mein Liebe, Mein Welpe

� Spielt den Wildpferden

� Clip clop clip

� Mit unseren Rocken hochgezogen

� Und im Gratschsitz und Reitgerte

� Mein Liebe, Mein Welpe

� Steig auf die Wildpferden

� To the hound, a round of hell

� On the Devil's carousel!

� He tenderfooted in the barn

� Dander white and thick

� And yipped between the filly's legs

� To mark his bailiwick

� Some girls fall for fables

� Some fall just for kicks

� So bar the doors

� And thrash the hooves

� Let's teach a dog new tricks

� Mein Liebe, Mein Welpe

� Spielt den Wildpferden

� Clip clop clip

� Mit unseren Rocken hochgezogen

� Und im Gratschsitz und Reitgerte

� Mein Liebe, Mein Welpe

� Steig auf die Wildpferden

� Clip clop clip

� To the hound, a round of hell

� On the Devil's carousel!

� Mein Liebe, Mein Welpe

� Spielt den Wildpferden

� Clip clop clip

� Mit unseren Rocken hochgezogen

� Und im Gratschsitz und Reitgerte

� Mein Liebe, Mein Welpe

� Spielt den Wildpferden

� Clip clop clip

� To the hound, a round of hell

� On the Devil's carousel!

� The Devil's Carnival!

� The Devil's Carnival!

[laughting]

� Come one, Come all!

� In the Devil's Carnival!

� Devil's Carnival!

� Fa la la

� It's off to Hell we go

� Cross your heart and hope to die

� It's off to Hell we go

� Fa la la

� It's off to Hell we go

� Stick a needle in your eye

� It's off to Hell we go

� Fa la la

� It's off to Hell we go

� Cross your heart and hope to die

� It's off to Hell we go

� Fa la la

� It's off to Hell we go

� Stick a needle in your eye

� It's off to Hell we go

� You're in the Devil's Carnival

� Come one, come two, come all

� Devil's Carnival

� You're in the Devil's Carnival

� Come one, come two, come all

� Devil's Carnival

� Fa la la

� It's off to Hell we go

� Cross your heart and hope to die

� It's off to Hell we go

� Fa la la

� It's off to Hell we go

� Stick a needle in your eye

� It's... [needle scratch]

� It's so easy, to be breezy

� When the music starts

� I'm daffy

� For a catchy melody

� To the beat I owe my soul

� To face the music, how great a toll

� I'm dancing to the tune of songs of old

� I'm faithful to the format

� When the music starts

� Whether it's romantic, or a mystery

� What a juke, easy to follow

� Like a salted pill, so easy to swallow

� I'm dancing to the tune of songs of old

� Hail the stars, hails the station

� Calling in my dedication

� Tuned here always to the songs of old

� I tremble like a treble, when the music

starts

� Beholden to the programmed harmony

� Strike the band, and I'll start shaking

� Crank the dial til my soles are breaking

� I'm dancing to the tune of songs of old

� Hail the stars hail the station

� Calling in my dedication

� Tuned here always to the songs of old

� Hail the stars hail the station

� Calling in my dedication

� Tuned here always to the songs of old

� Hail the stars hail the station

� Calling in my dedication

� Tuned her always to the songs of old

� All children of Heaven sing Alleluia

� Born of blood and cast of wing

� Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia

� Always, always Alleluia

� Lace my vest and mend my soul

� Alleluia

� Find in silver stars my role

� Alleluia

� Alleluia, Alleluia

� Always, always Alleluia

[Devil laughing]