All language subtitles for Hysteria.2024.S01E03

At the end of this broadcast day

this is wdiv Detroit.

Hello.

Did you say "Bambi"?

Did you get a good look at 'em?

Height? Age? Gender?

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

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

That ends with my head

rolled into a cabin full
of summertime campers.

I'm good.

You know how this looks, right?

How what looks?

Like this is the second time in a week

a member of your band
has found themselves

in an incredibly compromising position.

Come on with the bullshit, chief.

Actually, I'm only here

because I'm taking your advice.

By trespassing at a crime scene?

By getting closure.

You told me, "let it be real."

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

Fair enough.

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

Doesn't feel real.

Oddly enough, I agree with part of that.

None of this feels real.

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

The chance that some of it is.

Thank you, Jack. Last
night, police responded

to an anonymous tip that
led to a gruesome discovery

in the woods just
outside of happy hollow.

A mutilated deer carcass
displayed in a shocking fashion

that has locals feeling frightened.

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

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

Happy hollow chief of police
Ben dandridge had this to say.

Well, of course we're
taking this seriously.

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

But not everyone in town agrees.

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

It's demonic. It invites evil,

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

As police continue to investigate
the death of Ryan Hudson,

fear of a growing occult presence
in the community of happy hollow

continues to rise. Police
are looking to the public

for any information that
may lead to an arrest.

Hold on...

Until then, residents are left to wonder,

who are these people
and where are they hiding?

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

Hell yeah.

Bye, mom. Bye, dad. Have a great day.

Not so fast.

Hand check.

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

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

- You can grab one.
- Mittens? Really?

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

You know?

- Coat closet you said?
- Yeah.

You got it.

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

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

Yeah.

I know it will be. I gotta go.

Bye.

Good morning, happy hollow.

In light of recent events,

principal cleary asked me
to share some guidelines.

First, any and all suspicious activities

must be reported to a
teacher or administrator.

This includes graffiti, threats of violence,

and antisocial behavior.

Second, coach Nelson will
start teaching self-defense

after school in the
gymnasium next week.

And finally, a reminder
to use the buddy system.

The best way to get
through this is together.

Wish I used the buddy system.

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

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

It's more amusing than funny.

Sick deer sacrifice, freakazoids.

Speak to me again and you're next.

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

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

dumping all their fear on me.

Isn't it a shame

that we can't use all this attention?

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

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

Easy. "Lick it up," and...

- Shit.
- Objection.

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

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

we're right back to square one.

We could ride out the
storm by recording a demo.

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

Recording would require money.

Which requires shows.

Which we can't play.

This sucks.

It could be worse. We could be goat girl.

She was my lab partner freshman year.

She's not as weird as she looks.

Eww!

I take it back, I...

What is she gonna do with the carrot?

What you listening to, man?

Mozart.

That's even lamer than I imagined.

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

- Your grandma sounds cool.
- She all right.

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

You can take a hit, you know that?

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

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

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

But you? Took it like a man.

You got some balls, man.

Thank you?

Yeah, don't mention it.

So, Judith let me in about your little club.

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

- What?
- I been looking for new extracurriculars.

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

You realize you've been tormenting me

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

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

Honest mistake.

Yeah, the answer is no.

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

Because you have anger issues?

No. Because I wanted to hit things.

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

So, I spent every night at the gym.

I wake up at 4:00
A.M. and run five miles.

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

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

Know what I say? Fuck him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

so we don't have a place to gather.

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

Yeah. What would grandpa
police chief think about that?

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

Please?

You know what?

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

It was blood, chief.

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

I saw what happened
out in those woods.

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

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

Know what, Lonnie owes me a favor.

Give him a call.

He'll come and check it out.

Are you feeling all right, Rose?

Not again.

Max.

Come on, boy.

Time to go!

Mind calling the station
when he comes up for air?

And get that rash looked at, will ya?

- Eczema? Dermatitis?
- It's possible.

Any allergies, new
medications, laundry detergents?

None of those.

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

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

Fever, headache, sensitivity to light?

No, none of those.

What do you think?

Well, I think that you've been

spending so much time
researching illnesses

that you've convinced
yourself that you have them.

I know. I know, but... okay,
this started on my ankle,

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

it was something bigger, that's all.

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

Hopefully, we'll get some answers soon.

So, in the meantime.

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

How's that?

Well, I understand that the last few days

have been a lot for you and your family.

And sometimes when
we see a rash like this

it's a sign of stress.

- Stress.
- Our brains are incredible.

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

We see it more than you think.

Maybe. It's possible.

Would a rash like that be contagious?

A stress rash? No.

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

What would that mean?

Who's the other person?

Aubrey Hudson. Ryan's... Ryan's mom.

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

Here.

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

Any other questions?

- No.
- Okay.

It's not a cult.

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

- Know who talks like that?
- Cult leaders.

You guys are thinking about it all wrong.

What is a fan base if not a cult?

Still just a fan base?

Grateful dead have deadheads.
Aerosmith have the blue army.

How are you guys not stoked about this?

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

just to watch us play make believe.

- Look.
- Seriously?

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

That's 15 people.

- Okay.
- 20 bucks each.

That's enough to make a demo.

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

Okay, that's fine. Like who?

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

Judith Sanders.

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

How did I know?

For starters, she's the
one who gave us the list.

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

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

He said the secret word!

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

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

- Hey.
- Hi.

How are you holding up?

I'm okay.

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

But if you ever need
someone to talk to or

you! Stay away from her.

What the hell is she doing here?

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

It's good to see you, Tracy.

That's Mrs. Whitehead to you, Jordan.

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

still haven't bothered
teaching you any manners.

- They've tried.
- Mom, it's okay.

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

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

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

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

She's such a freak.

You got it.

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

Change of plans.

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

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

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

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

So you know,

I informed principal
cleary of your situation,

and he assured me it would
be handled with discretion.

Faith?

Is everything all right?

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

Because she is not to be trusted.

She was a nuisance as a child,

and she is a horror show as a teen.

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

My door was locked. A man kicked it in

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

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

'Cause it's fixed.

Are you sure you're
remembering correctly?

I am.

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

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

Your teachers needed an excuse.

And strep throat sounded
better than the alternative.

That I was kidnapped.

That you ran away.

Where did you put it?

- Put what?
- The inhaler.

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

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

Please, mom, just... Be honest with me,

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

Okay.

Okay.

I will be honest with you,

and in return I expect
you to do the same.

Yes, I went through your things.

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

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

and it drove me up a wall.

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

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

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

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

Faith, wait. What are you saying?

The men who took me, they...

They took Ryan.

They... they killed him.

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

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

Okay.

I will call officer hartman
first thing in the morning.

Okay?

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

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

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

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

and her cats.

What you got there?

"Satanic cult awareness"?

"This training manual is a
result of compiling information

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

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

The feds don't know shit from shinola.

Respectfully, sir, I spent my morning

disassembling a crucified deer carcass.

All right. Let's play hypothetical.

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

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

Why would they leave
calling cards all over town?

Coroner's report's in.

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

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

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

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

Whoever did this...

They cracked him open. Took things.

How are we realizing this just now?

They knew where to cut, what to break.

Stitched him right back up.

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

But if there really are
satanists in this town,

they gotta be the dumbest
satanists in history.

Hello? Is anyone here?

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

- Candles.
- Cool.

- An altar.
- Nice.

Robes, naturally.

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

Should probably learn some quick Latin.

- Okay.
- And one bucket of fake blood.

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

Two buckets.

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

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

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

People like who?

Like us.

You want me to do what?

You want us to do what?

Cool. I'm in.

You don't want to hear the pitch?

Our band is putting on the biggest show

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

create an immersive experience.

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

- Like Judith Sanders...
- really?

She'd really come to something like this?

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

Plus Tonya from cheer squad.

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

What do you need from me?

From you, just costumes and panache.

Your vocal talents.

You think you could be a spooky emcee?

It was... A dark...

And stormy night.

Wait. This isn't a prank, right?

No. Definitely not.

No assholes, promise.

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

I mean, it is and it isn't.

Think of it like performance art.

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

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

us cool. I don't see a problem.

What's a fan base if not a cult?

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

Cool. I'm in.

Is this a "Carrie" thing?

What?

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

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

Good, 'cause I don't have powers.

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

We don't want to make you cry.

We just need your goat for a few hours.

Cheerios can come?

That's his name. And his favorite food.

Okay. Yeah. We welcome cheerios.

Okay, we'll be there.

Hell yeah. See you then.

Spud?

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

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

Hey.

Is everything okay?

My mom just called the office.

There's a leak in our basement.

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

I'm sorry, that's lame.

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

I'm sorry. That really sucks.

Yeah, that does. We were ready to go.

Is there anywhere else we could do it?

I was so looking forward to it.

Yeah. We'll figure it out.

- Really?
- Totally.

I'll call you with an address.

Lawn's done.

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

- Doctor say you could do that?
- No.

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

And if it's still there tomorrow?

Then I'll deal with it tomorrow.

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

set up an appointment?

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

but no amount of
maybelline is gonna fix this.

Because I'm not crazy.

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

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

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

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

Maybe not, but we're not gonna know

unless you see a professional.

Gene.

I think there's something
evil in this house.

Yeah.

The other night, when I
woke you up screaming,

it's because there was
something in our room.

What are you talking about?

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

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

the night I fell through the coffee table,

I didn't fall.

That thing grabbed me by the ankles

and dragged me, threw me into it.

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

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

And if I have to hear
one more person tell me

that stress threw me
around like a ragdoll,

I will lose it.

Okay, why are you
just now sharing all this?

Do you believe me?

Hon.

I...

That's why.

That's why.

Welcome. I'll be right with you.

Hello, Mrs. Campbell.

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

No, no. I'm not here as a customer,

I'm here as a fellow mother.

Okay...

How can I help you?

I saw what happened at the funeral.

Between your son and the bereaved.

Well, that was a shock.

For all of us.

I just wanted to tell you
how much my heart broke

for you and your family that day.

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

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

Thank you. That's very kind of you.

Show kindness earnestly,

as kindness covers a multitude of sins.

That's a paraphrase.

But I don't think the lord would mind.

Okay.

Would you happen to
be free this evening?

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

Thank you, but

I think I have information
here somewhere...

Here it is.

I would love to see you there.

Okay.

Betty's pizza shack.

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

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

and I was wondering... hello?

- Hello?
- Hey, Dylan.

Your father's doing inventory tonight,

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

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

How much later do you think you'll be?

Whatcha reading?

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

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

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

- Any luck finding Max?
- No.

Usually he's back by now.

Hey. I have seen that dog

drink turpentine and live.

He's gonna be fine.

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

Okay. According to the
experts on satanism...

- Okay.
- The color red means blood,

- evil, and devil.
- Ooh.

Okay... Black means
sorrow, evil, and devil.

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

No, you can't.

Rex. Hey.

What can I get you?

Give me two whiskeys and a beer.

Yeah.

Tell me about the case, chief.

No updates yet.

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

Yeah, I can see that.

Did you find it yet?

Did you find my boy's heart?

'Cause it sure looks
like you found the bottom

of that fucking glass.

Chief's drinks are on me tonight, Cassie.

For all his hard work.

Hold on.

Yeah?

Hey. Your mom let me in.

- Wow, you look...
- if you say normal, I swear

different.

Just different.

What are you doing here?

Look, I just... I really want to say

I'm sorry about what
happened with my mom.

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

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

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

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

Seventh grade, I rented "Halloween 3"

because you wanted to watch it.

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

saying that I was a goddamn witch.

- Jordy...
- no, no.

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

It is still my turn.

She told them that I was a bad influence.

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

They believed her.

My own parents believed her.

So they went through my tapes.

And they read my diary.

They went through all of my stuff.

I mean, stripped me
down to the studs, including

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

My face.

Okay?

So, you can honestly
just save your apologies.

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

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

five years later...

Neither can you.

Are we done here?

- Yeah.
- Good.

Happy hollow police department.

Hi, can I speak with officer hartman?

Who?

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

There's no officer by that name.

You sure you weren't
thinking of anybody else?

We're five minutes late, Tracy.

Sorry, just give it another minute.

Excuse me.

Thank you all for your Patience.

I believe we're ready to begin.

Good evening, peons.

Before we may proceed, we
request your tributes to the dark lord,

as well as your cards of summoning.

- Thanks, spud.
- Not a problem.

Thanks, spud.

Here you go.

Thanks, man.

Hey!

Invitation, please.

Must have got lost in the mail.

That's interesting because
this is an exclusive event.

You've just been excluded, so...

Tell you what.

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

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

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

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

Just let him in.

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

The dark lord does not discriminate

based on dickishness, cliff.

- Proceed.
- All right.

Belial... Behemoth...
Beelzebub... Asmodeus...

Satanas... Lucifer...

Belial...

Behemoth...

Beelzebub...

Asmodeus...

Satanas...

Lucifer...

Holy shit, they got a goat.

Welcome... To the bowels of hell!

Where is that coming from?

There.

Come.

Be reborn of the darkness.

Take your places and bow

to the knights of the night... Dethkrunch.

Silentium!

- New blood.
- So sweet.

Before we continue...

We must ask of you an oath.

In blood.

And we will begin with

Clifford Nelson.

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

But here, we can offer you
something much greater.

We offer you loyalty from your peers.

We give you acceptance, and in return

we ask that you give us an oath.

Silentium es aureum, sat an as.

Judith. Do not let her do that.

Lighten up, Tonya.

Judith Sanders.

Above you are beloved.

But with that comes expectations.

The cloak of darkness

offers freedom from expectations,

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

Silentium es aureum, sat an as.

Tonya Perkins.

No thanks. I don't speak Latin.

Come on. Just do what she wants.

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

It could be a curse.

It means keep your trap shut or go.

I said no. Freak.

Call me a freak again.

Just skip me, or whatever.

Say it or get the hell out.

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

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

as you, freak!

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

You fucking psycho bitch!

This shirt cost $30!

Hey! Wait!

Does anyone else want to fuck with me?

Good. Together on the count of three.

One, two, three.

Silentium es aureum, sat an as.

Now let's fucking rock.

So many new faces tonight.

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

But what I see in front of me tonight

is incredibly encouraging.

For me tonight, I see hope.

Hi.

And we parents must cling to that hope.

We must use it like armor

as we are entering dark times.

Entering? We're already there.

Hell has spilled over into this town.

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

I'm not speaking
figuratively, Mrs. Whitehead.

I'm telling the truth.

Last night, I was attacked.

By who, dear?

Nobody. Not that I could see, but.

I just... felt it.

It was cold and... Dark.

I believe you.

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

Just staring right at me.

I tried to yell, but I couldn't.

And I think it knew,

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

It smiled.

I know I'm not crazy.

I know it.

I believe you.

Something tried to get inside me.

I... I felt it, pushing down on my chest.

I... I couldn't breathe.

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

Please...

Pardon my indecency, Tracy.

- Dear lord.
- I tried to tell my husband,

- but he didn't believe me.
- I believe you.

I felt it too.

I believe you.

So did I.

I believe you.

So did I.

We have a special
guest with us this evening.

Linda Campbell, thank
you so much for joining us.

Parents of happy hollow,

do you know how evil takes root?

Through cracks in the foundation.

- It's true.
- It's true...

Why are you staring at me?

Because Linda.

I believe that you, and only you,

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

Th.

- That's absurd.
- Is it?

Who here has heard the
rumors about Dylan Campbell?

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

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

But something went
wrong along the way.

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

And you let it happen.

You let evil into your home!

No.

You let evil corrupt your only son.

And that corruption, people,

is the crack within our foundation

from which this evil has spread.

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

No, stop it.

Do you want a place to put your fear,

to direct your outrage?

Look no further than
the mother of evil herself!

- Do you believe me?
- We believe you.

- No.
- I believe that her son

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

We believe you.

I believe that her negligence
and her failures as a mother

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

- Do you believe me?
- We believe you!

No! No!

No.

No...

We're closed.

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

We open back up tomorrow at 8:00.

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

Why don't you ask him?

Bob, this young lady has a question

about one of your customers.

What can I do for ya?

Officer hartman!

No!

No.

Whoo!

Guys, that was incredible.

He likes you.

How can you tell?

He's not biting you.

How was it?

Dylan! Dylan!

We still part of the band, right?

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

Tonya Marie Perkins!

My god.

What happened to you?

Satanists tried to recruit me into a cult.

Please don't be mad.

"This symbol is used to summon

the myriad of hell's minions."

Max?

Hey, buddy.

You okay?

What the hell...