Original subtitles

(eerie music)

- Did you blow the candles out downstairs?

(toilet flushing)

- Uh...

Yeah.

- Look at this!

A Thanksgiving cornucopia made out of

pie plates and spackle!

- What the heck is a cornucopia?

- It's like a Horn of Plenty.

- Oh, dear, can't it wait?

We just finished decorating for Halloween.

- Oh, you!

(lamps click off)

Well, goodnight.

- 'Night.

(woman gasps)

(F-Cary music)

(woman screaming)

- Go look!

(tense music)

- Just a prank, that's all.

Anton.

- Anton!

Our little Scooter would never do something like that.

- Quit calling him that baby name.

Anton would not scoot his behind off the couch

if the house was on fire.

God knows he didn't help me with the Halloween decorations.

(glass shattering nearby)

- Did you hear that?

I heard something downstairs.

- Well, the dog's out in the yard.

It's probably just the cat.

(tense music)

- Well, go see!

(tense music)

(creaking overhead)

(loud banging nearby)

(creaking overhead)

(cat howls)

(cat meows)

Hey, Bones.

HEY-

(man exclaims nearby)

(suspenseful music)

Gary?

(suspenseful music)

(Bones meows)

(door creaks)

Anton?

(banging nearby)

Gary?

(F-Cary music)

Gary, you said you...

(blows out candles)

The house could burn down!

(blows out candle)

(woman gasps)

(F-Cary music)

(woman screams)

(thrilling music)

Anton!

Anton!

Anton, wake up!

(door bangs nearby)

Anton?

Is that you?

(thrilling music)

(telephone beeping)

(telephone clatters)

Oh!

(F-Cary music)

(woman screaming)

(loud squelching)

(lamp crashes)

- [Operator Recording] If you'd like to make a call,

please hang up and try again.

If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator.

("Peppyrock" by BTK)

♪ Ah here we go ♪

♪ That's what we gonna do we're gonna go ♪

♪ Everybody get up jump up and go ♪

(player clicks on)

♪ Everybody get up jump up and go ♪

♪ Come on everybody come on and start saying hey ♪

♪ Don't care what your brother says ♪

(Anton coughing)

♪ Too busy skippin' down and playing ♪

♪ On such a lovely summer's clay ♪

♪ I realized my crown ♪

♪ Yeah and I'm down down down down down ♪

♪ And I'm a stone ♪

♪ I'm a stone out of my time ♪

(Bones lapping up gore)

("Bloodclot" by Rancid)

♪ Well I got crazy upsetter ♪

♪ Driving me insane ♪

♪ Yeah I'm a... ♪

- Hey, Mom, we're out of milk!

(dog barking)

(bowl clatters)

(dog whines)

Mom, we're out of dog food!

♪ Now my guns are blazing ♪

♪ Bloodclot I can see 360 ♪

♪ Now my guns are blazing ♪

♪ Picking back up and starting all over again ♪

IHey ♪

EH04"

IHey ♪

EH04"

- [Newsreader] Murder in Bolan: A special report.

- Four bodies have been discovered to date

and the killer is still at large.

Bolan has been gripped with fear

as the killings have spread from a local postal route

to the bowling alley and now to our own Burger Jungle.

With Halloween only one day away,

Bolan officials have set a 9 p.m. curfew for all teenagers.

- [Mr. Magoo] With your keen sense and alert eyes,

we'll find that girl!

♪ Na na na na na na na hey a'

♪ Na na na na na na na hey a'

IOhnanananana ♪

♪ Oh na na na na na hey a'

(baggie rustling)

(telephone beeping)

(line ringing)

- [Man] Yeah.

- Hey, what's up, man?

- [Man] What's up with you?

- I'm dry.

' [Man] So?

- So why don't you bring me over a dimer?

- [Man] This ain't Domino's, you lazy bitch.

Come over here and get it.

- Come on, man, I'm comfortable.

(line clicks)

Hello?

(line beeping)

("Shout at the Devil" by Motley Crue)

♪ He's the wolf screaming lonely in the night ♪

♪ He's the bloodstain on the stage ♪

♪ But in the seasons of wither we'll stand and deliver J"

♪ Be strong and laugh and ♪

♪ Shout shout shout ♪

♪ Shout at the devil ♪

- What's up, Anton?

♪ Shout shout shout ♪

Nice outfit.

♪ Shout at the devil ♪

♪ Shout shout shout ♪

♪ Shout at the devil ♪

("Santeria" by Sublime)

♪ I don't practice Santeria ♪

- Yeah?

If your mom had teeth she wouldn't suck dick so well.

What's your point?

- What's up, Anton?

- [Stoner] How's it going, brother?

- Nice boxers.

- (sighs) Pass the chronic.

- Oh, I'm sorry, man, this bong is cashed.

- So I came all the way over here, you said you was holding.

- I didn't say what I was holding. (laughs)

(both laughing)

- Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha.

That's messed up, man.

- I hear if you combine nutmeg and oregano,

you can get pretty wasted.

- Anton, all you do is smoke pot and watch TV all day.

Now, don't get me wrong, that's what life is all about,

but don't you think you should have some ambition?

Like a goal?

- Yeah.

I mean, my dream life would be

to lie around all day in bed and watch TV

while some hot broad delivers me food and shit.

- Yeah, until your parents kick your oily ass out.

- I haven't seen my parents in a couple of days.

- Maybe they're dead.

Party at Anton's.

- What are you doing?

- I'm just saying, with a killer on the loose,

you can't rule out murder.

- What killer?

- Don't you watch the news?

- I hate that fuckin' show.

- Oh man, our little town is in the national spotlight.

Local mailman iced.

Barmaid at the bowling alley iced.

And don't tell me you haven't heard about

the Feldstein twins.

- What, they got caught jerking off

in the milkshake maker again?

- Iced times two.

Last night when they were working the drive-thru

at the Burgle Jungle.

- Damn.

(motor revving outside)

- Anton, here comes your woman.

- [Stoner] (laughs) He's got serious problems.

(motorcycle rumbling)

(funky music)

- Molly's lived across the street from you for like, what?

Ever?

Why don't you go tell her

about your disturbing obsession with her?

- You could start by telling her your name.

- Yeah, man, she's waiting for you.

- No, man, she's not waiting for me.

- Would you stop being such a puss and go like,

ask her to the dance.

- What dance?

- Well, if you'd been to school in the last six months,

you'd know about it.

Halloween thing in the gym.

Nine o'clock curfew, no trick or treating allowed.

Dumb-ass dance is the only option.

- You guys going?

- Hell, no.

Can you see us dressing up in some stupid-ass costumes?

- Grooving to Hanson and Jewel?

- What do we look like, total losers, man?

(sniffing)

- See your point.

(dramatic music)

Oh, man, she dropped her lyrics book.

- Hey, she's gonna catch you reading that shit

over her shoulder in biology class.

- Her songs are badass, man, she's like a poet or something.

- Go bring it back to her.

Be like a knight in shining armor, all

♪ Doo doo doo doo ♪

- Oh, yeah.

She'd be all grateful, she'd invite me in,

she'd offer me a drink, I'd accept.

- And she'd rip your clothes off

and make sweet love to you "Red Shoe Diary" style.

- Right.

- It could happen.

Just go talk to her, man!

Maybe she'll think you're funny or something.

(both laughing)

- You know what?

I think I'm going to.

- Hey, you want to borrow some pants, chief?

First impressions and all.

- You're a bud.

- Think he's gonna do it?

- No.

See, you gotta reach.

- Dude, you're getting Cheezy Poofs everywhere, bro.

- You gotta open your mouth, man.

. Ooh!

Lookie what I found.

- I thought you were dry.

- I guess not.

Fire me up.

(lighter clicking)

("Core" by David Garza)

♪ Think like you haven't ever ♪

♪ Try to remember the days ♪

♪ When we would talk till the light ♪

♪ Before the morning ♪

♪ Your summer neck is burned ♪

♪ With salt and sand ♪

- [Anton] These are great.

♪ I lost my fingers trying to find your open hands ♪

♪ In time maybe we'll discover we ♪

♪ Were never closer to the core than that ♪

' MY book!

Thank you so much for

returning it.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

(tense music)

(bearded man muttering)

(tense music)

- And you're quite certain that this is the right man?

- Well, I'll tell you, Sister Licker--

- That's LeCure.

Debi's fine.

- [Sheriff] All right, Sister Debi.

He's right here.

- Ooh what the...

(man groaning)

It's gone!

Shit!

Missed it again.

(tense music)

Where did it go?

(tense music)

(bird cawing)

Beaver.

(tense music)

Bolan.

Oh!

Bolan.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

(tense music)

Holy shit!

(thrilling music)

(tense music)

(cart crashes)

- Don't move!

Roll over!

Roll over!

(gun clicks)

(sighs) Anton Tobias.

You got a reason for prowling around this neighborhood?

- Yeah, I live here.

Since when is it against the law to grocery shop?

Hey!

I know you guys.

Yeah, you guys were seniors when I was a freshman.

- Yeah.

Let's talk about high school, Anton.

- Yeah, you and all your stoner friends

zipping around on your skateboards.

Thought you were too cool for us, huh?

Did you ever even once invite us to get high behind the gym?

- You were dorks.

(Anton crashes)

Okay!

Either of you guys holding?

- What?

- Look, I'm desperate.

I mean, I know you guys can get in the evidence room,

so I was thinking--

- You asshole!

You're trying to score from a cop?

- That's it.

Complete personal effects search.

- Yeah!

Ah-ah-ah!

What the hell is this?

- Stupid, that's an asthma inhaler.

Don't you know anything?

(Anton exhales)

- Empty your pockets, boy.

- Yeah, nice try, but they're not even my pants.

- Let's go.

- All right.

- George found a new home.

Ah, what have we here?

Officer?

(officer inhales)

Smells like marijuana to me.

Write it up, Ruck.

- What?

It's empty!

Hey, I know my rights.

You can't cite me for possession of a baggie.

- Littering.

Maximum fine.

(page tears off)

$200.

- Right.

("I Am a Pig" by 2wo)

♪ Who put all this ♪

♪ Dirt in my machine ♪

(door creaking nearby)

♪ All I did was try to keep it clean ♪

(door creaking nearby)

(dog panting)

("I Am a Pig" by 2wo)

♪ Don't be stupid ♪

♪ Everybody knows ♪

♪ I was only ♪

(Anton coughing loudly)

♪ Straightening my clothes ♪

♪ What do we got ♪

♪ What do we got here ♪

♪ What do we got ♪

♪ What do we got here ♪

♪ What do we got ♪

♪ What do we got here ♪

(eerie music)

(Anton spits)

Oh, shit, the killer's here!

The killer's in my house!

(suspenseful music)

(Bones meows)

(F-Cary music)

(Bones lapping up eyé)

(dog panting)

(dog whining)

Okay, Dukey.

Everything's be okay.

Come on, come on.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Yes, it is.

All right.

Okay.

(suspenseful music)

All right, boy.

(F-Cary music)

(Anton shouts)

He's out there!

Du key!

(thrilling music)

Duke!

Duke, come on, Duke!

Come on, Duke, lay down!

Get down, Duke!

All right.

Okay.

Okay.

Hold on, Duke.

Hold on.

Where's the phone?

Where's the phone?

(alarm clock blares)

(F-Cary music)

Run, Duke, run!

He's under the bed!

(umbrella whipping)

(lamp crashes)

Qw!

(bodies thud)

(Duke whines)

(tense music)

Mom?

Dad?

(door slams shut)

(Anton retching)

(tense music)

- Whoa!

What's the matter, chief?

Bad 'shrooms?

- You got a fever?

Here you go.

- Hey, hey! - I'm gonna show you.

- Hey, all right.

("Pop That Coochie" by 2 Live Crew)

♪ Pop that coochie hey pop that coochie baby ♪

- Whoa!

- Oh, man!

- Yeah.

♪ So come on baby and pop it quick ♪

- I love this video!

I didn't think they could show it anymore.

- Yeah!

♪ You ain't heard ♪

' Guys!

J" Messing with me you're gonna get served ♪

♪ See none of my girls ♪

Hey, dickheads, someone killed my parents!

' Shh!

This is the best part, dude.

♪ Pop that coochie pop that coochie baby ♪

Oh, yeah, shake 'em, baby!

♪ Pop pop that coochie baby pop pop ♪

Hey! - Look.

Look!

(F-Cary music)

- Shit!

- [Anton] Yeah, you see?

Huh?

(tense music)

- Mr. Tobias?

Miss T?

- Is this like some kinda Halloween gag or...

I mean, your parents always go all out.

(pounding chest)

- What the fuck are you doing, man?

That's my dad, come on!

- CPR, man, I saw it on "Baywatch."

(tense music)

- HEY-

Check it out.

A clue.

(tense music)

u Ant?“

- They were killed by ants?

- Please don't be stupid.

Do you have, like, an evil aunt?

- Holy shit!

(tense music)

- Are those ears?

- Ear rings?

- They're both lefts.

You know what that means.

- The Feldstein twins.

(tense music)

- The killer was wearing your shirt!

(dramatic music)

- The killer was wearing me.

I'm the killer.

- Um, I'm gonna call 911.

What's the number?

(lighter flicks)

- Yeah.

- Hi.

Yeah, there's something wrong with my friend.

I think he took some nutmeg or something.

Yeah.

(Mick shouts)

- Mick. - Yeah?

- Buddy.

I would remember something like that,

you know? - You would, yeah.

- I'm not the killer.

- Okay. - You know?

- Yeah, I know, but (stammering)

I mean, if O.J. could get off, then I'm sure...

(door rattles open)

Do you, uh, do you want a beer?

- No, thanks.

- You sure? 'Cause--

(bottle shatters)

(Mick screams)

- Whoa.

(Mick thuds)

- Mick!

Mick!

Mick, hey, Mick.

Mick!

Talk to me!

(Mick thuds)

Oh, shit.

What the hell's happening to me?

(tense music)

Come on, man, I...

I didn't do it.

Okay.

Okay, I did it.

All right, but it was an accident.

I can't believe you told me to smoke that shit!

- Oh, okay, Anton.

I have to leave now.

- Yeah, that's probably a good idea.

(tense music)

Oh!

(thrilling music)

Whoa!

(door bangs shut)

Pnub?

It's the basement, you can't get out that way!

(door shatters)

' Ah!

(door bangs open)

- on!

(thrilling music)

- Why are you doing this, Anton?

- I don't know!

(Anton groans)

- It's me, Pnub, I'm your buddy!

- I know who you are.

I don't want to hurt you.

- Then don't!

- It's not me!

It's my hand, it's like...

It's like I have no control over my hand!

Ah!

(snowman shatters)

I don't know how much longer I can hold it.

Run!

- I will, get out of my way!

' Just go!

(suspenseful music)

- It's gonna be okay, Anton!

I'm not gonna tell anybody, I swear.

I swear.

Everything's gonna be cool, man.

Everything's gonna be--

(tense music)

(Pnub's head thudding)

Cool.

(Anton panting)

(Anton screams)

(tense music)

(Anton slams into pillar)

(Anton panting)

(tense music)

(Anton panting)

- What have I done?

What have I done?

Oh.

(television clicks on)

(eerie music on TV)

(bright music on TV)

- [Cartoon Character] Fair play, boy.

- [Cartoon Character] Righto.

(bright music on TV)

(remote clicking)

(eerie music on TV)

- No! (sobbing)

(television clicking between channels)

- [Cartoon Lady] Oh, Abner!

(Bones meowing)

- Get outta here, Bones! (straining)

Git!

Yeah! (laughs)

Ha!

(Bones meows)

(Bones howling)

(Bones meows)

Bones?

(suspenseful music)

BONES!

(Bones mewing in distance)

BONES.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

(Anton groans)

(doorbell buzzing)

(Anton exclaims)

(door creaks open)

- Aren't you a little old for ding-dong ditch?

- Sorry about your bush.

Oh!

- No problem.

(Anton straining)

What were you doing out there anyway?

- [Anton] See (laughs) that's the thing, uh...

(Anton straining)

- Jesus, look at you.

- Yeah.

I was looking for my cat.

We got in a fight.

- You sure got your ass kicked.

- I did okay.

- So you ran and hid in my bush?

(tense music)

- Uh, Molly, I shouldn't be here.

I'm not myself today.

(laughs) In fact, I'm someone completely different.

- You're so shy.

Look, it's okay, I get it.

So why don't we just skip this chickening out,

sneaking around stage?

- No, no, you don't understand.

I'm--

(tense music)

Ah!

- Look, do you want to come inside for a second and talk?

- (muffled) No!

- Yeah?

- (muffled) No!

- Okay -.

(Anton groans)

(fingernails scraping)

You never gave me a chance to thank you earlier.

That book is really important to me.

(door bangs shut)

- So...

Nothing cooler than a chick bass guitar player.

Especially one that writes her own lyrics, I mean--

- You read them?

- Uh...

I couldn't help looking in the book.

They're amazing, you know.

Look, I even got my favorites memorized.

♪ Devil girl with nothing to lose ♪

♪ She got wind in her hair and gum on her shoes ♪

(Molly laughs)

Huh?

- I was like 13 when I wrote that.

- Yeah, well...

They're amazing.

- Thanks.

(tense music)

(knife clatters)

- I should not be here, Molly.

- Safer in here than on the streets.

Don't you know there's a killer out there?

- That's what I'm saying!

That's exactly what I'm saying!

I'm dangerous.

- Oh, yeah?

How dangerous?

- I'm not kidding!

I've done stuff, you know?

(Molly gasps)

("How Do You Feel" by Vanessa Daou)

(Molly laughs)

- I'm impressed.

I never would have thought you'd have the balls

to just grab me like that.

- Me either.

♪ Do you sleep ♪

♪ Do you sigh ♪

♪ Do you lie awake at night and wonder why ♪

(Molly groaning)

(M0lly moans)

♪ This time there's no ♪

(Molly groaning)

♪ There's no need to pretend ♪

♪ How do you feel ♪

♪ You need to tell someone ♪

(Anton chomps)

(both groaning)

♪ When the day is done ♪

♪ When the day is done ♪

- (laughs) You're kinky.

- That's me. (chuckles)

♪ When you stare at the door ♪

♪ How do you feel ♪

(headboard rattling)

(car horn honking)

- Move, it, people, let's go!

Some of us are on serious missions here.

There's evil out there and I gotta kick its ass!

(tire screech)

(car approaching)

- Shit!

My parents are home.

We'll have to pick this up later, babysnakes,

'cause my parents might take offense

to some dirty, bloody boy banging their daughter.

- Tomorrow.

- Yeah.

- You want to see me again?

- Come by around seven.

The curfew's annihilated most of our options,

but maybe we can swing by the dance.

- Yeah.

I thought you said the streets weren't safe.

- I'll protect you.

(gentle music)

(shovel clatters)

- Dearly beloved.

We're gathered here today because you're all dead.

And it's my fault.

Mom, Dad.

What can I say?

I mean,

you brought me into this world.

You put a roof over my head.

You fed me until I killed you.

So I guess if you look at it that way,

I haven't been a good son,

but I'm really, really, really sorry

and wherever you are,

I just want you to forgive me, because

I'm gonna try to change.

Huh.

Mick, Pnub, guys-

You guys were the greatest.

I mean, I'm never gonna forget the way we

sat around all day, watched TV,

and got really stoned.

And all those other times where we just...

God.

I guess that's all we did. (sighs)

Amen.

(groaning nearby)

(suspenseful music)

(groaning nearby)

Mick?

- [Mick] (muffled) Over here.

Anton, help me.

Come on, man, I can't breathe down here.

Anton?

Anton, can you hear me?

- Mick?

- [Mick] (muffled) Yeah, man, it's Mick.

Now, get me out of here!

- You're dead!

- [Mick] (muffled) No, I'm not.

You conked me on the head pretty good.

I must have been unconscious.

- You think?

- [Mick] (muffled) I know, fucker!

Now, dig me "P!

(suspenseful music)

- Stay where you are, Mick!

Mick!

(suspenseful music)

Mick!

(suspenseful music)

Please don't kill me.

- Hey!

Watch it, man!

(Anton screams)

(shovel thunks)

(Anton thuds)

(Anton gasps)

- What'd I take last night?

That dream was intense.

Intense.

("Peppyrock" by BTK)

- [Mick] Check it out.

- [Pnub] Yeah, I'm watching.

- [Mick] Dude, did you see?

' Guys!

Thank god you're alive, 'cause I had this,

I had this crazy dream that I like killed--

(dramatic music)

- HEY-

- Oh, shit!

- Hey, sorry about that thing with the shovel.

- You're dead.

- Easy, tiger.

Undead, actually.

- [Anton] You said you were just unconscious.

You lied to me!

- Hey, you killed me.

All right?

Try and keep this thing in perspective.

Yeah, I was a little bitter about the whole

getting killed by my best friend thing,

but I've had time to get over it.

(Pnub straining)

(tense music)

- 50, why you here?

- We need a place to kick it.

Don't be selfish, Anton, no one else's parents are dead.

- No, no, no, no, no, not why are you here here,

I mean, what, are you guys like,

flesh eating zombies back from Hell ready to exact revenge?

Is that it?

(Mick laughs)

- Why would we go to Hell?

- Duh!

- We're not bad.

I mean, it's not like we're good or anything,

but at least we don't go around killing people!

- Hey, I didn't kill anybody on purpose, okay?

- Yeah, well, we weren't in Hell.

I mean, there was this big bright white light

at the end of a long tunnel, right?

And there were all these chicks' voices

and that music.

- Music?

- Yeah, kinda uncool music like Enya.

And these chicks' voices, they were saying,

"Come to us.

"Come towards the light."

- Ooh! (laughs)

- So what happened?

- Oh, we figured, fuck it.

I mean, it was really far.

- On!

- Anton, I've gotta ask, what's with the hand?

- It doesn't obey me at all.

So the only thing I can come up with is

it's gotta be possessed.

- Hmm.

- Do you guys know anything about Satan?

Or evil or...

- No.

But we know somebody who does.

("Shout at the Devil" by Motley Crue)

♪ Shout shout shout ♪

♪ Shout at the devil ♪

♪ He's the wolf screaming lonely in the night ♪

♪ He's the bloodstain on the stage ♪

♪ He's the tear in your eye ♪

♪ When you're tempted by his lie ♪

- Did you know them well?

- Not really.

YOU?

- Yeah, they were great.

- I just feel really bad, you know?

'Cause I was always so mean to them.

Like this one time, they asked me to go out on a double date

and I thought they were 'tards,

'cause there's only one of me, right?

So I told them to go blow each other! (sobs)

- Wow.

Did they?

(Anton shouting)

Well, the way you treated them,

guilt must be making you feel like shit inside, right?

- Randy!

- You still in high school?

Yeah, me, I got out about three years ago.

- Randy!

I need your help.

- (laughs) What, are you playing a little

two-ball there, bud?

(Randy laughing)

- Look, I gotta talk to you.

There's just some serious stuff going on.

- Hey, Anton.

Can't you see I'm getting a little action over here?

(car door bangs shut)

Oh, man.

I can't believe you cock-blocked me like that!

I thought we were buds!

- Randy! Wait!

I didn't mean to mess you up, Randy, listen.

I need your help.

Hey!

- Hey!

Hey!

Piss off!

(tires screeching)

- Randy!

(girl screams)

("Shout at the Devil" by Motley Crue)

♪ Shout at the devil! ♪

- Fresh tomatoes.

(Anton groans)

Hey, who are you?

- Uh, new.

Uh, drive-thru duty.

Excuse me.

(tray clatters)

Uh, sorry.

(door bangs open)

(tense music)

(food sizzling)

(Anton groans)

Break time!

- All right. - Yeah.

- Yeah, give me the Big Five with the

Spicy Safari Fries, the African Apple Turnover,

and the Raspberry Rainforest Shake.

Slap some extra mustard on that Jungle Burger

for me, will you?

- [Anton] Tell me everything you know about the devil.

- Anton?

Are you out of your fucking mind?

(hand slams into beef)

- You listen to that satanic music all the time.

You must have picked up something on the guy.

- [Randy] Look, it's just music.

Like Mozart and that other fag, uh, uh...

- Let's keep it clean.

- Who, uh, Beethoven?

- Yeah, yeah, that's the guy.

Look, it's just like their music, only louder.

- You gotta know something.

I'm desperate.

- Ah, man.

(car horn honking)

- Here!

- [Driver] Asshole!

(Ford motor revving)

- It's my hand, okay?

(stammering) It's like it's got a mind of its own.

It makes me do things I don't want it to do.

- Oh, yeah, man?

I used to be like that.

Getting into all kinds of stupid shit.

Look, the trick is to keep yourself busy.

That's why I'm always working on the Ford.

Keeps me out of trouble.

Idle hands are the devil's playground.

- Keep my hands busy.

Yeah.

That actually makes sense.

Thanks, Randy, you're the coolest.

("Dragula" by Rob Zombie)

♪ Dead I am the one ♪

♪ Exterminating son ♪

♪ Slipping through the trees ♪

♪ Strangling the breeze ♪

♪ Dead I am the sky ♪

♪ Watching angels cry ♪

- So what, do you like, knit now?

- Don't take this the wrong way, Anton,

but you look really queer doing that.

- Randy broke it down for me.

Idle hands are the devil's playpen,

so I'm thinking, you know,

keep my hands occupied, right?

- No, man, that saying's not literal.

It's more like, uh,

you know.

- Metaphorical?

- Right.

(music booming inside)

(tense music)

- This is the noise complaint.

- Hey, uh, ain't this the Tobias residence?

♪ Dead I am the rat ♪

♪ Feast upon the cat ♪

(tense music)

- Holy shit, it's Anton, he's the killer!

- I better call for backup.

- Wait.

What, are you crazy?

And let the Feds get the credit?

Think about it, if we collar him ourselves we'll be heroes.

- Yeah, but we can't go in there without a warrant.

- Piss on the Bill of Rights, we got just cause!

(door bangs open)

Freeze!

- Yeah, freeze!

(gun clicks)

(knitting needles clacking)

- Guys.

Guys, what do I do?

- I think you should--

(officer exclaims) (gun firing)

(Ruck gasps)

(tense music)

I was gonna say I think you should do

what the officers tell you,

but now I changed my mind.

- Yeah, man, you should just kill 'em.

- They're alive!

- They are not!

You just shot one through the head.

They're morgue meat.

- Look, guys, I don't wanna kill anybody else.

- HEY-

You don't want to go to jail, though.

- Jail.

That's it!

That's exactly it!

They'll throw me in one of those rubber rooms,

I won't be able to hurt anybody else.

Cuff me!

- Okay -.

Just...

Drop the knitting needles.

- That's probably not a good idea.

Why don't you just cuff me, okay?

- Drop the knitting needles

and put your hands on your head now!

- I can't!

' Okay!

Put down the knitting needles, Anton, and come quietly.

- Cuff me!

- Put the knitting needles down now!

- Just cuff me!

- Put 'em down!

- Cuff me!

- [Officer] Put 'em down!

- [Anton] Cuff me!

- [Ruck] Put 'em down!

- [Anton] Cuff me!

- [Officers] Put 'em down!

- Cuff me!

- Put 'em down! - Put 'em down!

- Cuff me, cuff me! Oh!

Oh, no!

Oh!

- Whoa!

(Ruck screaming)

♪ Dig through the ditches ♪

♪ And burn through the witches ♪

♪ I slam in the back of my Dragula ♪

(taser shoots)

- on!

(electricity buzzing)

Oh!

- Go, go, Buffalo!

(Mick claps)

' Stop!

I didn't do it.

Okay?

It was my hand again, it's like...

(Mick laughs)

The knitting didn't help at all.

- Well, yeah, man, I told you

that saying was more like, metaphorical.

(door slams shut)

- I can't keep doing this!

I'm losing my mind.

♪ Burn through the witches ♪

♪ And slam in the back of my Dragula ♪

(Anton laughs)

Ha!

(television clicks off)

- Get your head.

(tense music)

No way!

- Whoa.

- It's the only thing I can think of.

- Wait, once that hand is gone,

how are you gonna cut off the other one?

- Oh, the left one's a keeper.

I mean, I guess it wasn't idle enough.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

I mean, I use it for a lot of things.

You know, I light up, I change the remote,

I relieve a little tension.

- Yeah.

- This is the answer.

I know it.

- Those things won't even cut my bagel.

(Anton screams)

- Shit!

(Bagel Guillotine clatters)

Mick.

Grab the electric carver.

- Hmm.

(carver whirs)

(Mick laughs)

Oh, look at me!

Look at me, I'm Leatherface!

- Thanks, Mick.

(utensils clattering)

I'll just use this one.

- I can't watch.

(Anton shouting)

(cleaver striking)

- You missed.

- Pnub!

Bite down.

- (muffled) Don't cut me, man!

' Ah!

(cleaver strikes)

(Anton screaming)

- You scream like a girl.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Here.

(Anton yelling)

I gotta stop the blood flow.

Don't you ever watch "ER?"

- Look at that nasty thing.

That's gonna be infected for sure.

- You got any antiseptic, Anton?

- I don't know.

- Well, Pnub's got some in a first aid kit in his house.

- Ooh, and burritos!

- You'll be okay, buddy.

- We'll be back in a sec to fix you up, Anton.

- Catch you on the flip-flop.

(Anton moans)

(skittering movement nearby)

- Oh, shit!

(F-Cary music)

(tense music)

(doorbell chimes)

- Hey, Anton, you home?

Hello?

' MOlly!

Molly, don't come in, just stay there, okay?

- Very funny, Anton.

- Stay out there, Molly, you hear?

- I'm freezing my butt off!

(blood dripping)

(suspenseful music)

(Anton exclaims)

Anton, we're gonna be late.

- On!

(suspenseful music)

(Molly knocking on door)

- [Molly] Anton, I can hear you in there.

- Molly, stay outside!

(suspenseful music)

(Molly knocking)

- Anton!

Let's go, we're gonna be late!

(microwave door slams)

(microwave beeps)

(knocking on door)

We're gonna miss the band.

(suspenseful music)

- Fry!

(hand squelches)

(microwave beeping)

Gross.

- Anton, I'm coming in.

(suspenseful music)

- Wait!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

(door bangs shut)

Wow.

You look incredible.

- Thanks.

But you should've called.

If you needed more time with your costume, fine,

but I hate waiting.

So what are you supposed to be, anyway?

- I'ma

fast food employee that uh, cut off his own hand.

- Cute.

(Anton winces)

- Come on!

- [Pnub] Hey, Anton!

- Anton!

- [Pnub] Anton, we're back.

- Anton, we got antiseptic and adhesive bandages,

the ouch-free kind!

Anton!

- [Pnub] "Microwave for three minutes and enjoy."

- That is really starting to get on my nerves.

' Ah!

Qw!

What are you doing?

- Yeah.

- Whoa.

- Could you, uh...

This way.

- [Pnub] Easy.

(Pnub squelching)

- Yeah, that's better.

(Pnub groans)

All right.

' Wow!

Thanks, man.

EW, gross!

Maybe we should clean it first.

- Hey! yeah!

And while we're at it, we can clean the whole fucking house.

This ain't our mess.

(F-Cary music)

(window shatters)

- Whoa.

- Huh.

(tense music)

- Look, I can't go to the dance yet, okay?

I'm sorry.

My uh...

My parents, they're gonna be home in a few minutes

and if they see the mess I made doing my costume,

they'll kill me.

Look, I won't be too long and uh, I'll meet you there.

- Is something wrong?

- Look, you need to go there and you need to go now

and you can't stop for anything

till you're inside with everyone else, okay?

- You wouldn't stand me up, would you?

- Not a chance, babysnakes.

("Rude Boy Rock" by Lionrock)

- I'll get the next one.

- Oh, shit!

I burnt my tongue.

- Ooh.

Ooh! Oh, ew!

That's disgusting!

I bet I can fix that for you.

All right.

Hold still.

That's better.

♪ Burrito burrito uh uh burrito ♪

- Wait, wait! Don't open it!

Don't open it!

No!

- Well, I'm sorry, man, there were only two.

- You let the hand out!

- Well, we brought you a first aid kit.

- Where did it go?

- What?

You mean the hand?

- Of course I mean the hand.

- Try looking up your ass.

(suspenseful music)

- Damn.

("Glow in the Dark" by David Garza)

♪ Yeah I got big lips woman ♪

♪ Kisses and flames ♪

♪ Don't bother me 'cause I'm in my own pain ♪

♪ Shirt so tight skirt so high ♪

♪ In the not so sweet bye and bye ♪

♪ But I glow in the dark ♪

♪ And I won't sit still ♪

J" Till my teeth tear apart every scrap of your will J"

♪ I don't got such a brave lionheart ♪

- Hey, foxy.

♪ But I glow in the dark ♪

You looking for a ball?

'Cause, uh, I could help you find one

that's the right size for you.

- What the hell.

Try and keep up.

- I'd be happy to keep up with you, sweet thing.

Hey, don't you guys have a dance to go to?

- Oh, that's right!

We gotta do our costumes.

You coming, Randy?

- No, no, uh...

I think I can find myself a ride.

(guvlaughs)

So what brings you to Bolan?

- (laughs) You don't want to know.

- No, seriously.

I'm interested.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Okay -.

Here it goes.

I come from a long line of Druidic priestesses

sworn to fight a certain evil force

that possesses the laziest fuck-up it can find.

It will kill as many people as possible

and then drag a free soul into the netherworld.

- That's some weighty shit there.

- Yeah.

Here's the kicker.

I actually have the one thing

that can stop this from happening.

I just need to find the poor bastard

whose hand is possessed.

- Weird.

Hey, earlier today, this guy, Anton,

he told me that his hand was doing stuff

that he didn't want it to do.

- Don't you fuck with me, mister!

- Ease up there, kitten.

I'm telling you the truth.

This guy was freaked!

- Show me where he lives.

(tense music)

(car horns honking)

(tires screeching)

(tense music)

- Left.

Turn left!

(tires screeching)

(suspenseful music)

(woman on TV screaming)

' Guys!

Guys, I think there's a way,

we gotta go to the dance.

The hand, it's after Molly.

- You know, we should check out the dance.

I betcha I'll win Best Costume and chicks dig winners.

I'll probably hook up.

- Yeah, 'cause severed heads are one of the

top 10 big turn-ans.

Anton, it's killing me to see you this stressed out, man.

I mean, you cut off your hand

in the interest of who knows how many others.

So it's not your problem anymore.

So what I want you to do is take a little Anton time.

Okay?

Just relax and kick back, my man.

- No, no, no, you know what?

Not this time, okay?

I'm through with that.

I mean, all I do is, I sit around all day,

I veg out, I watch TV, I smoke pot and--

- No, no, no!

No Kevin Costner speeches, all right?

Let's just go.

("Mindtrip" by Zebrahead)

♪ It's a mindtrip it's a mindtrip comin' on ♪

♪ It's a mindtrip it's a mindtrip comin' on ♪

- Come on!

♪ It's a mindtrip it's a mindtrip ♪

(Airstream braking)

Let's go!

Come on, come on, come on!

- HEY-

That's him.

They're getting into my Ford!

- Wait here, he's dangerous.

- Wait.

Don't let him steal my Ford.

- Trust me, I know what I'm doing.

(Ford door slams shut)

(keys jangliflg)

- That's lucky.

- Shit!

Couldn't be automatic.

- You want me to drive?

- No, just shift for me.

(Ford revs)

("Shout at the Devil" by Motley Crue)

♪ Shout shout shout ♪

♪ Shout at the devil ♪

- Anton!

Wait!

(Ford rumbling)

No!

(Debi screaming)

- [Mick] What was that?

- [Pnub] Who cares?

♪ Screaming lonely in the night ♪

♪ He's the bloodstain on the stage ♪

- Hey!

Get back here!

(tense music)

(Debi coughing)

- Yuck!

Who's got the barf breath?

("New York Groove" by Ace Frehley)

♪ Many years since I was here ♪

♪ On the street ♪

- Damn, it's hot in here.

- It's all you, babe.

♪ Buildings towering to the sky ♪

- I'm sweating my costume off, Curtis. (sighs)

- Better?

- Yeah.

(girl moans)

♪ You better believe I'm back ♪

♪ Back in the New York groove ♪

♪ I'm back ♪

♪ Back in the New York groove ♪

Help me get this off.

♪ I'm back ♪

♪ Back in the New York groove ♪

♪ Back in the New York groove ♪

♪ In the New York groove ♪

(suspenseful music)

Oh, right there.

Oh!

Oh, Curtis.

Oh!

(girl screams)

(F-Cary music)

(girl screaming)

(bones snapping)

(Curtis screams)

(bangs window)

(tires screeching)

("Shout at the Devil" by Motley Crue)

♪ Shout shout shout ♪

♪ Shout at the devil ♪

(tense music)

- It's here.

Okay, you guys go in the dance, protect Molly.

I'm going after that fucking hand.

- [Pnub] What a waste.

- [Mick] I thought you didn't like Curtis.

- [Pnub] I'm talking about that ass.

- [Mick] Well, at least he died happy.

("I Wanna Be Sedated" by The Offspring)

♪ 207.024 hours to go a'

♪ I wanna be sedated ♪

♪ Nothing to do nowhere to go ♪

♪ I wanna be sedated ♪

♪ Just get me to the airport and put me on a plane ♪

♪ Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane ♪

♪ I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain ♪

INonoohohohoh ♪

' MOlly!

What's bugging you?

- Just thinking.

- And I know who about.

- Just thought he'd be here by now.

- He'll be here.

♪ Just put me in a wheelchair and get me on a plane ♪

I'm gonna go get some punch, you want some?

♪ Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane ♪

Okay, I'll be right back.

♪ I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain ♪

INonoohohohoh ♪

♪ 207.024 hours to go a'

♪ I wanna be sedated ♪

♪ Nothing to do nowhere to go ♪

♪ I wanna be sedated ♪

♪ Just put me in a wheelchair and get me to the show ♪

♪ Hurry hurry hurry before I go loco ♪

♪ I can't control my fingers I can't control my toes ♪

Wow!

You guys look great!

Wow, who did your makeup?

- I guess Anton did.

- Based on my design, though.

- You want to dance?

- Hell, yeah!

- Okay -.

(Pnublaughs)

- Uh, no, no.

We're supposed to find Molly.

- Quit being such a skirt.

We'll look for her while we dance.

Come on, there's plenty of chicks here. (laughs)

- Can I see?

- Careful, it's on kinda loose.

- Cool!

INoohohohoh ♪

♪ Bam-bam-bambam bambam-bam-bambam I wanna be sedated ♪

♪ Bam-bam-bambam bambam-bam-bambam I wanna be sedated ♪

♪ Bam-bam-bambam bambam-bam-bambam I wanna be sedated ♪

(crowd cheering)

(suspenseful music)

- Don't put me on hold again.

I want to talk to your supervisor.

What?

Well, yes, of course.

No.

What's taking so long?

Is this the supervisor?

What do you mean my credit card is no good?

Well, you must have the wrong number.

No, it's 8-4-6-8.

Yes.

Yes, okay, yes, yes.

Yes, yes, oh, that's good.

Okay.

I think uh, I think you've been a bad girl

and I want to spank you with my ruler. (laughs)

Oh, yes, that's nice.

That is nice. (laughs)

Now I'm hot.

Ah, I'm hot.

In fact, you got me so it's like

I can feel you touching me. (laughs)

(chuckles)

I can feel you touching me. (chuckles)

(man screaming)

(suspenseful music)

(Airstream rumbling)

(thrilling music)

- Bingo

(thrilling music)

- Come on!

We gotta find Anton!

- Yeah.

And kick his ass!

(Ford door slams shut)

(pencil sharpener whirring)

(thrilling music)

- Are you Anton?

- Look, if you're a teacher we're gonna have to

discuss my attendance record some other time

'cause I gotta--

- Thank God I found you.

My name is Debi LeCure.

I know what's happening, Anton.

I can stop it.

- Really? How?

' Die!

(Debi yelling)

(thrilling music)

- Whoa!

(Anton banging wall)

(Anton groaning)

- Yeah, fuck him up, Debi!

- The host of evil must die!

(suspenseful music)

- Isn't that knife a little extreme, kitten?

(Debi and Anton grunting)

(Debi screaming)

(knife clatters)

Hey, you're not going anywhere, you evil hosting fuckstick!

Nobody touches my Ford.

(Anton groans)

Come on, Debi, give him what for!

- Wait! Wait!

I'm not a host, okay?

Look.

The evil was in my hand, all right?

(dramatic music)

I cut it off.

Okay?

- Oh, shit! - Oh, shit!

- You let it loose?

That was probably a mistake.

- No kidding.

And now it's after my girlfriend.

- You got a girlfriend?

- I gotta stop it, all right?

It's out for blood.

- Oh, that ain't all it's out for.

If your girl's the one it's after,

then at midnight,

it's taking her to Hell.

- Hell? - Hell?

- [Debi] Yeah.

- It's not even nine o'clock, yet, we got some time.

- No.

It's actually...

(watch clicks open)

Six minutes till midnight.

Druid time.

- Druid time.

Right.

- Let's go!

("Beheaded" by The Offspring)

♪ Mommy doesn't have a head any more ♪

♪ Keep it underneath my bed on the floor ♪

♪ Well that's alright that's okay ♪

♪ She never really used her head anyway ♪

- Oh, God!

That's disgusting.

Come on, man.

(stammering) You're dead.

You know?

Think about it, it's,

it's illegal and...

♪ Bloody mess all over my clothes ♪

♪ All my collection ♪

♪ Adorns my room on bamboo poles ♪

♪ Off with her head ♪

♪ Off with her head ♪

- Whoa!

Look out!

Move!

♪ Watch my girlfriend come to the door ♪

♪ Chop off her head-- ♪

Everybody go home!

There's a psycho killer here!

(crowd jeers)

(crowd laughing and booing)

(lock shattering)

I cut off my hand and it's gonna kill you all!

- [Girl] Get off the stage!

(crowd booing)

- Well, no, it's true.

His hand killed us yesterday.

- Yeah, it sliced me up real good.

(devil girl laughs)

- Molly, you out there?

Molly--

- Get out of here, kid!

You had your fun, now it's time to--

(Dexter Holland's scalp tearing off)

(Dexter Holland screaming)

(all screaming)

(thrilling music)

(gate crashing)

- Shit!

(crowd clamoring)

(Pounding door)

(rope slicing)

(rig crashing)

(crowd clamoring)

(Randy grunts)

' God!

Did you see that thing?

- I have to get Anton!

- No, screw him!

I mean, he'll be fine!

Um...

Come on!

- You want to go in there?

- You want to stay out here and get killed and/or trampled?

(Randy grunts)

(crowd clamoring)

- I was gonna get some.

- I really doubt it.

(suspenseful music)

- So, Pnub's a lot more creative than I thought he was.

I mean, he's actually kinda cool.

He had that costume and it was--

- Maybe we should go a little faster.

- I don't know if he did it or--

- Wait, wait!

- What? What?

- Shush!

(clattering nearby)

(gasps) Go!

(thrilling music)

(fan whirring)

- Oh, shit!

We're trapped in here!

Oh my God, it's gonna get me!

- No! - It's gonna get me!

- It's not gonna get you!

It's not gonna get you!

(devil girl screams)

- What about the blades?

We can't go through them, we'll be pulverized!

- Give me your shoe!

(fan whirring)

(blade clanks)

(devil girl sobs)

(blade clanks)

(fan whirring)

(blade thunks)

(Molly sighs)

(fan chugging)

- What are we gonna do?

(Molly kicking panel)

No, no, it's too far!

I can't drop that far!

We're gonna die in this vent!

- We're not gonna die.

- We're gonna die here and the rats are gonna eat us

and nobody's gonna find us. (sobs)

(fan chugging)

Oh, God. - Okay, we're good.

- Oh.

(wings tearing off)

Be careful.

- All right, let's g0!

(suspenseful music)

- This would be a lot more comfortable

if your ass wasn't so wide.

- This is dumb.

- Well, Anton needs our help.

- The best thing about being dead is zero responsibility.

- [Devil Girl] It's gonna get me!

- That's Tanya! Let's save her.

Come on.

Hurry up, she needs me.

- She needs you like a fish needs--

(Mick's bottle clinks)

(tense music)

Okay, this sucks.

(Pnublaughs)

Yeah!

- Would you grab the cord and come down!

- I can't!

I can't, I'm scared! (crying)

- Do it, Tanya, come on!

- I can't!

It's here.

It's in here, I know it. (cries)

- Why'd you pull the rope up?

- I didn't pull the rope up.

(F-Cary music)

(Tanya screaming)

- Tanya, where are you?

I can't see you!

Tanya, talk to me, please!

Just jumP!

Just, just...

(Tanya screams)

(Molly screams)

Tanya!

Grab the rope!

Get it off, please!

(Tanya choking)

(F-Cary music)

Get it Off!

(rope whipping)

(Tanya screams)

(Molly screaming)

(fan blades thunk)

(doorknob rattling)

(object crashes)

Ow! (Molly thuds)

- Okay, I'm not going through all this Tanya.

Go back that way.

Now you're really not gonna get any.

- It's just unfair.

- Well, you can go back if you want to get a piece. (laughs)

(suspenseful music)

(debris crunches)

(suspenseful music)

(F-Cary music)

(stage crashes)

- You fucking little hand, I got you now!

“Yam!

(Anton panting)

(F-Cary music)

(puppet strikes Anton)

(Anton groans)

(thrilling music)

(puppet striking Anton)

(suspenseful music)

Who's your daddy now, bitch?

Huh?

Who's your fucking daddy--

(panel crashes)

- Well!

Hey, we're here for you, buddy, don't worry.

- Hey, I made that ashtray!

- Really?

- You let it go again!

- Fuck you, then.

- Fine, then!

You know what?

You guys aren't crashing at my house tonight.

(banggnoQhfie afbv)

- Did you guys hear that?

(Molly screaming)

' MOlly!

(F-Cary music)

- Help!

Help!

' MOlly!

(thrilling music)

- Anton, help me!

(costume tears)

(Molly gasps)

(Molly screams)

- Bet she wins Best Costume.

- [Molly] Help me!

(lever rattles)

Anton!

- Oh, shit, the hand's raising the car!

- Help me!

- Don't worry, Molly, we got it under control!

- Little fucker's got a grip!

(tense music)

- [Molly] Anton, hurry, please!

- [Anton] Mick!

(dramatic music)

- Those auto shop boys are true artistes.

(dramatic music)

It's Mighty Joe Bong!

- [Anton] Come on.

- I needs me spinach.

- Pnub!

- I made that.

- Pnub!

- You know, the ashtray I'd almost believe,

but this?

No way.

(thrilling music)

(Molly screaming)

- Molly's about to get squished, you smelly green bastards!

- This is important.

For strength.

(lighter flickers)

(thrilling music)

- Anton!

(thrilling music)

- There yOll 9°!

See, now you're taking Anton time.

- You're getting stoned with your friends?

Unbelievable!

(thrilling music)

(Molly screams)

(lever bangs)

(Molly laughs)

(dramatic music)

- That is some one-hit shit right there.

- Don't worry, Molly.

I'll get you down.

(tense music)

. ooh!

(tense music)

- That's it?

That's it?

No explosions, no hellfire, no...

(Mick screeches)

I mean, no, I'm glad everybody's all right, but,

yeah, that was weak.

- Well, my work here is done.

Time for the ritualistic sex.

You coming?

- You are a pistol.

(Randy growls)

- [Molly] Hello?

I'm still up here.

(rock music)

- Thanks, Mick.

(grunts) You're a bud.

("Cailin" by Unwritten Law)

- Come here.

♪ Little girl look what you do ♪

♪ And you do ♪

' Ah!

As usual, marijuana saves an otherwise disastrous day.

♪ Little girl I love you ♪

- Hey, I never got a hit.

Light me.

(Mighty Joe Bong clanks)

(lever clunks)

- [Anton] No!

(car crashes)

- Anton!

- Sweet Jesus!

- Okay, that wasn't my fault!

That thing should have come down a lot slower!

(garage door rattling)

- What the hell.

- Hey, don't forget my bong.

- You did not make that bong.

- Uh-huh.

I arc welded it and shit.

- You don't even take auto shop.

' [Pflub] Fuck you!

- You coming, Anton?

(heavenly music)

(funky music)

- I can't even believe it.

You blew off Heaven to kick it with me.

You are the coolest.

- Are you kidding me?

You taking care of me beats the shit out of Heaven,

let me tell you.

- Really?

- [Nurse] Time for your meds.

("Santeria" by Sublime)

♪ I don't practice Santeria ♪

♪ I ain't got no crystal ball ♪

' Guys!

You blew off Heaven, too?

- No, we're your guardian angels.

- Oh, poor thing.

He's out of his mind with delirium.

Visiting hours are over.

- No.

No.

- Oh, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

♪ And I'd slap her down ♪

♪ What I really want to know ♪

- So the deal is, we're supposed to monitor you

and make sure you don't revert back to your evil ways.

- But you seem fine now.

- Let's hit the Snack Master in the hall.

- All right.

- You want anything, Anton?

- Yeah, get me some Crunch Nuggets.

Those things are awesome.

HEY-

Thanks, you guys.

♪ Daddy's gonna love one and all ♪

- [Pnub] Hit the light.

(dramatic music)

(Anton yells)

- Mick!

Pnub!

Come guardian me!

Mick!

Pnub!

(Anton yelling)

' HEY, you're right.

Anton screams like a girl.

- [Pnub] Think we should tell him

we painted that on the ceiling?

- Fuck it.

Hey, let's go walk through a nurse.

- Watch it, some of them are guys.

("I Wanna Be Sedated" by The Offspring)

♪ 207.024 hours to go a'

♪ I wanna be sedated ♪

♪ Nothing to do nowhere to go ♪

♪ I wanna be sedated ♪

♪ Just get me to the airport and put me on a plane ♪

♪ Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane ♪

♪ I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain ♪

INonoohohohoh ♪

♪ 207.024 hours to go a'

♪ I wanna be sedated ♪

♪ Nothing to do nowhere to go ♪

♪ I wanna be sedated ♪

♪ Just put me in a wheelchair and get me on a plane ♪

♪ Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane ♪

♪ I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain ♪

INonoohohohoh ♪

♪ 207.024 hours to go a'

♪ I wanna be sedated ♪

♪ Nothing to do nowhere to go ♪

♪ I wanna be sedated ♪

♪ Just put me in a wheelchair and get me to the show ♪

♪ Hurry hurry hurry before I go loco ♪

♪ I can't control my fingers I can't control my toes ♪

INonoohohohoh ♪

("Second Solution" by The Living End)

♪ Standin' on a street light ♪

♪ Twin' to get away a'

♪ Guilty guilty I hear what you say ♪

♪ Countin' down the hours but I haven't got the time ♪

♪ 23rd Precinct jumping on the line ♪

♪ On the line ♪

♪ And what I wanna know ♪

♪ Is will I get death row ♪

♪ Or is there a second solution ♪

♪ What I wanna say ♪

♪ Is will I die today ♪

♪ Or will I get ♪

♪ A second solution ♪

♪ Second solution ♪

♪ Second solution ♪

♪ Second solution ♪

♪ Second solution ♪

♪ Second solution ♪

♪ Second solution ♪

♪ Second solution ♪

♪ Second solution ♪

♪ Second solution ♪

♪ Second solution ♪

("Push It" by Static-X)

IGoI

♪ Corrosive tainted by my sin ♪

♪ I'm spilling blood and I can't ♪

♪ Hardly contain it ♪

♪ Yeah you push it ♪

♪ Yeah you push it ♪

♪ Yeah you push it ♪

♪ You push it ♪

♪ You push it ♪

♪ You push it ♪