All language subtitles for Hysteria - 1x06 - Speaking in Tongues.WEB.SuccessfulCrab.en

- [Dandridge] You, this corner...
- [chair scraping]

You, this corner.

And both of you better keep
your hands to yourself.

- We're in handcuffs.
- Yeah.

Well, clearly,
the two of you are

more creative than I thought,
so forgive my precautions.

- Chief, I know how this looks.
- Do you?

'Cause to me, it looked like
I was about to become

great-grandfather
to Rosemary's baby.

[giggles]

This is funny?

I've spent weeks trying
to convince people

that this cult stuff is a hoax,

and then my own flesh and blood

gets caught having
ritual sex in a pentagram!

Do you have a clue
what that looks like for me?

Like you encourage independence?

Like I'm covering for you.

And you.

I have repeatedly stuck
my neck out

for you and your friends.

And I appreciate that. Really.

Then as a favor returned,
I'm gonna ask you one question,

and I need you
to answer it honestly.

Are you a Satanic cult leader?

[uneasy music playing]

- Uh--
- I don't need an essay.

Yes or no.

[Judith] It's okay.

You can tell him the truth.

W-well...

Yes. He is.

And I'm his number one follower.

What's the big deal?

Judith!

What?

It's true, isn't it?

W-well, you see, I'm not really
too big on labels...

I sure hope you understand what
you just got yourself into, kid.

[Judith sighs]

This feels so...

liberating.

It does?

Everyone will finally see us

for who we really are.

No more hiding. [laughs]

[Judith inhales, sighs]

We're out of
the shadows now, babe.

[uneasy music swells]

[scoffs, chuckles]

"Oh, I'm not big on labels."

Wiseass.

[breathing rapidly]

Useless.

Completely goddamn--

[grunts]

[breathing heavily]

[eerie music playing]

What the hell...?

[phone ringing]

- Hello?
- [Faith] Chief Dandridge?

Who am I speaking with?

[Faith] You said
I could remain anonymous.

I've been looking
all over for you.

Did you send this drawing?

Is this who kidnapped Ryan?

You should know,
I got Bob in custody,

but if you don't come down here

and make
an official statement soon,

I have no choice but to release
him once bail is posted.

Are you still there?

[Faith laughs]

If this is all a prank,

you should know
that providing false tips

is a serious offense,
young lady.

[Faith in demonic voice]
I'm not a young lady.

Excuse me?

[music intensifying]

[demonic voice] I said,

I'm not...

a young...

lady.

[screaming in distance]

[hard rock theme music playing]

[soft, grim music playing]

[breathing shakily]

- [footsteps approaching]
- [Tracy] Okay. Okay.

[exhaling] Okay.

Okay.

[exhales]

Okay.

This... this ought
to do the trick.

[Tracy breathing heavily]

[sniffles] Faith...

do you think
that I am not also upset

about the dead body in my foyer?

We have to do this now

before his blood seeps
into the rug.

What did you do?

[sighs] What a mess...
[chuckles]

Mom.

- Tell me what you did.
- For heaven's sake, Faith!

[breathing heavily]

Do you want to know what I did?

When I was your age,

I opened myself up to the Devil,

and he stepped right on in.

I'm not speaking in metaphors.

The Devil himself
made me his plaything.

Until my parents...

they gave me a gift.

[dark, ominous music playing]

They hired a man

to cast that evil out.

And he did.

He saved me.

And I wanted
to save you too, dear.

I didn't need saving.

Oh, honey, no.

I know what you and Ryan
were up to.

I know about the birth control.

I was exactly like you.

And I am living proof

that it is not too late
for you to find salvation.

[Tracy giggles]

I am so glad
we can finally speak openly.

[Tracy sniffles]

[music softens, fades]

You're telling me that...

all of this...

was about sex?

Mom, I'm a virgin!

[door opens]

[breathing heavily]

[grim music playing]

It's okay.

He's here to help.

It's nice to finally meet you,
Faith.

- [crickets chirping]
- [music fades]

[screams]

[woman] There was an incident...

He said it was a ritual...

[intense music playing]

In the middle of a pentagram.

[man] ...that Satanism
has come...

[Tracy] ...your son has invited
evil into our town!

[Gene, distorted]
...huge surprise to us.

Right?

[music ends abruptly]

Hm?

I just told the chief, this is
a huge surprise to us. Right?

Uh...

Yes. Yeah. Mm-hmm.

So, your son formed a Satanic
cult right under your noses,

and you haven't seen
any warning signs?

I mean, I couldn't tell you
what the warning signs are.

So you're not aware that
he held an initiation ritual

in this home?

[Gene] No.

We were not aware of that.

[Dandridge] Look,
I think it's important
that you both understand

that I've been doing
the best I can to keep
the crazy in this town at bay,

but after what I saw,
I can't do that.

Dylan is officially
a prime suspect
in Ryan's murder.

Murder?

[scoffs]

Oh, come on. All due respect,

you and I both know
that is bullshit.

I mean, yeah, he's a weird kid,
but he's not capable of that.

Right, Linda?

You've seen him. Haven't you?

[dark music playing]

Excuse me?

Your hand.

That's the mark he leaves.

The mark who leaves?

Never mind.

Never mind.

Uh, Chief... listen,
thank you for stopping by,

but, uh, it's been
a really long night,

and, uh, we need to speak
to Dylan.

Alone.

[music intensifying]

Are you out
of your goddamn mind?!

You started a Satanic cult
to help your band catch on?

The Chief of Police thinks
you're a murder suspect!

[Dylan] You are the one
who told me
to get out of the basement

and make friends,
so if you think about it,
this is your fault.

[Gene] Oh. You hear this?
This is great!

The-the-the teenager's defense,
Your Honor.

Are you hearing this, Linda?

Where did you get
the idea for this?

Was it books?

Movies? Music?

A little bit of everything,
I guess.

But-but mostly music.

And what was the purpose
of this, um...

ritual, exactly?

Something about...

manifestation, I think?

Manifestation.

Self-help.

Do you want to know
what happened to me tonight?

- Oh, Linda--
- Tell me to calm down,
Gene. I dare you.

While your father and I
were trying to enjoy

one night of normalcy,

while you were taking part
in a Satanic ritual,

I was attacked

by a demon.

[dark, tense music playing]

- What?
- That's what you think happened?

That is what happened, Gene.

It's been happening.

It happened the night
you cut your hand,

and, according
to the Chief of Police,

it happened again when
you hosted a ceremony.

In our home.

I have tried being rational.

I have tried giving you
the benefit of the doubt.

Not anymore.

There must be consequences
for your actions, Dylan.

I-I don't...

I don't know what to say.

Well, you can start
by saying goodbye to this,

and any other book, record,

or-or tape that ever told you
this was okay.

Wait, wait, seriously?
For how long?

As long as it takes to undo

whatever you've done
to this family.

- But I didn't do anything!
- Like hell you didn't.

Messes seem to follow you
wherever you go,

don't they, Faith?

- I didn't do anything wrong.
- No?

Well, I suppose I'm here
because an innocent man
caved his own head in?

Innocent?! That man killed Ryan!

Ryan's death was
by all accounts a tragedy,

but it was not a murder.

- Liar.
- He's telling the truth, dear.

There's no reason
to lie anymore.

So what happened to him?

Well, you did.

He died from an asthma attack
brought on by panic.

If he was anywhere else,
that boy would be alive.

But he was tempted
by the Devil in you.

[soft, somber music playing]

So, you made
Ryan's accidental death

look like a Satanic murder

just so no one
would look your way?

And you've been using
your church group
to be his mouthpiece?

It's more nuanced than that.

Bunch of fucking hypocrites.

- Faith!
- It's okay.

That's not her speaking.

Ryan wasn't tempted
by the Devil.

He's dead because of you two,
and you're hiding behind God?

Really?

I'm telling the police
everything.

- No, you're not.
- Who's stopping me?

The man you just killed.

But... I was protecting you.

And I appreciate it.

I really, really do.

But if you tell them everything,

there is no version
that ends well for you.

[Reverend] Best case scenario,

you're tried
for involuntary manslaughter...

but considering the number
of dents in poor Gilbert's head,

there's a good chance
those get upgraded.

And that's, oof,

ten, twenty-year sentence?

That's not fair.

He's all loaded up.

- We ready?
- Uh, thank you, Robert.

Just a moment.

[tense music playing]

I can't just keep this
to myself.

Do you know where I was tonight?

I was down at the station,

uncovering an honest-to-goodness
Satanic cult.

One led, in part,
by your friend.

Jordy?
That's not even real, it's--

[Reverend] They are
the only way to clean up
this mess you've made.

As he did with Abraham,
God has given us a ram.

All we need to do
is bring it to the altar.

[Tracy] Do you remember
when you told me

that you just wanted to be
a normal girl again?

We're so close to having that.

But if you go to the police...

normal is never,
ever coming back.

We need you to play your part.

[Reverend] So, Faith?

Will it be them?

- Or you?
- [dramatic musical surge]

What do you plan
on doing about this?

They could be brainwashing
our kids right now!

They should be expelled
immediately!

We completely understand
your concerns,

and we're working
to address the issue.

["Bad Medicine"
by Bon Jovi playing]

Your love is like
bad medicine

Bad medicine
is what I need, whoa

Shake it up
just like bad medicine

There ain't no doctor
that can cure my disease

And remember,

all right, listen responsibly.

[giggling]

We're almost sold out of these.

Why do I feel like
everyone's listening to our demo
for the wrong reasons?

- What you mean?
- Hey, can I get one
of those too?

Why? Because you heard it
at the dance?

Or because you heard
about the flesh sesh
in the bomb shelter?

They played this at the dance?

Hmm.

Huh?

Well, that...
that don't feel great.

Um, hey, guys...

I have a bit
of a weird question.

Is it possible that we...
summoned something?

Like, is there any chance
that some of the phrases
we're using were, like,

authentic Satanic verses?

We got them
from the public library,

not a book bound in human flesh.

- Why would you even ask that?
- 'Cause my mom's gone psycho.

She took away all my stuff
because she thinks
I'm doing witchcraft.

That's crazy, right?

"We are who we pretend to be,

so we must be careful
who we pretend to be."

Vonnegut and I agree on that.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- It means, you asked for this.

We told you to end the cult,
and now the cat's out of the bag

and the band is gonna be
forever linked to the
decision-making of your penis.

What, the guilt trip
at home wasn't enough,
I needed one from you too?

Dylan.

Step inside for a moment.

[ominous music playing]

You two, don't go far.
You're next.

Dylan, I'm required
to tell you that you're not
in police custody.

We just want to ask you
a few questions

about what happened here
over the weekend.

And if at any point
you want to exit, you may.

- Okay. Thanks.
- You should also know that

failure to cooperate
may result in arrest.

- For what?
- Suspicion of murder.

Before we begin, you know,
I always heard that cult leaders

were supposed to be charismatic,

so I guess there's a side
of you I haven't seen yet.

I want to speak
to that Dylan today. Okay?

["Police Truck" by Dead Kennedys
playing]

- Okay.
- Fine.

Yep. You got it.

[Dandridge] Terrific.

All right. First question.

How'd you get involved
in this cult?

I don't think
I'm supposed to say.

It's okay.
This stays between us.

- Dylan.
- Jordy.

Spud.

[Spud] We did recruit
a few people

- just to fill the room,
but not everyone.
- Who recruited the rest?

Who do you think has that kind
of pull around here, Chief?

Are you saying
that Judith was involved?

One hundred percent.

She made me go.
I didn't even want to.

Once you got there,
what kind of things

did this cult do?

You know.

We laugh. We have fun.

- Doesn't sound
like a cult to me.
- Because it's not.

All of this was Dylan's idea
to get in Judith's...

good graces.

[Dandridge]
Could you read that for me?

"Silentium es aurum, Satanas."

Initiates were required
to take that oath.

- Any idea what it means?
- Can't tell you that, Chief.

- Why not?
- 'Cause I'm a man of my word.

I'll translate for you.
"Silence is golden, Satan."

So that's what that means.

Why would you have to make
members take an oath of silence?

We didn't want everybody
freaking out over nothing.

Which this is.

Is that "nothing" to you?

I thought we was past this,
Chief.

I thought so too.
What does this mean?

I've literally never seen that.

What kind of Satanist
doesn't know the meaning

of their own symbols?

The kind that isn't a Satanist.

[Dylan] Plenty of guitarists
can't read music.

Slash. Hendrix. Prince.

So, you say you're more about
practice than theory, then?

No. I'm saying,
we didn't do that.

Oh, I guess another cult did.

What do you know
about human sacrifice?

You mean, like...
Temple of Doom?

Ryan Hudson. Do you believe
anybody in this group

is capable of murder?

I don't know. Maybe.

Ryan was my teammate, man.
You think I'd hang
around his killers?

- I don't think so.
- Definitely not.

We're not killers, okay?

We're just a band
with a dedicated following.

[chuckles] Yeah, right.

I heard your tape.

Not exactly
worship-worthy stuff.

I don't understand
how a garage band

could con perfectly good kids
into joining a cult,

'cause it sure as hell
wasn't your music.

Bite me.

- I'm sorry. What was that?
- Look,

I'm sorry
you saw me with Judith,

but that whole ritual thing,
that-that was her idea.

So if you're gonna charge me
with anything,

you're gonna have
to charge her too.

[song ending]

I don't get it.

You're smart. Well-liked.

I know how badly
you want to get out of here

to go to college next year.

But don't you think this sort
of thing will stick with you?

I only wanted to leave because
I've never felt seen here.

Like, truly seen.

Every day, I come here,

and I feel hundreds
of eyes on me.

And all of them
stop at my looks.

Do you know how lonely that is?

[soft music playing]

Now, thanks to this...

thanks to Dylan...

maybe people will look
a little deeper.

Uh, well, those are
all my questions. Um...

Principal, the floor is yours.

For your involvement
in the events over the weekend,

the punishment is one month
of detention, starting today.

What?! I wasn't even there!

I'd prefer a suspension.

[sighs]

[scoffs] Wait. Really?

Detention? That's it?

That's it on our end.

Not on mine.

You can count on that.

[tense music playing]

[door bell jingles]

Be right with you.

- Linda?
- [clattering]

Cassie. Hi.

What are you doing here?

We should talk.

I really...
I don't want to do that here.

Oh, no, I'm...
I'm not here to fight.

I swear. [chuckles]

Just here to talk and, well,

if I can get a haircut
out of it, then all the better.

Okay, um... put your stuff down,
have a seat.

Okay.

I just want to apologize

for my behavior at the bar
the other night. I...

I don't know what came over me.

Oh, it's fine.
A broken mirror is hardly

the worst thing
to happen in that bathroom.

[laughs]

So, how's Judith?

[sighs] If you notice
any patches of hair falling out,

- she's the reason.
- Mm.

I know she hasn't had it easy
since her dad left,

- and, well, I put a lot
of pressure on her.
- Mm-hmm.

I just hate that mothers

are the first to blame
for their kids.

- I mean, don't you?
- [snap echoing]

[tense music building]

[gasping]

[Cassie, muffled] I mean,
you know how it is as mothers.

We're expected to have
all of the answers, and...

- Oh!
- [Cassie, muffled] ...be perfect
and it's a lot of pressure.

- No!
- [Cassie, muffled]
I'm a working mom. You get it.

I really hope that I'm not...

- [snap]
- [normal] ...overstepping here.

[music on radio continues]

- Um...
- Hm?

I'm sorry, um, I missed that.

I just asked
if I had overstepped.

No. No. Uh, not at all. I...

I haven't been sleeping well
lately.

[Cassie] No need to apologize.
I get it.

Look...

it's clear that our kids
like each other.

- Mm-hmm.
- [Cassie chuckles]

[Cassie] Um...

But with recent developments,

I'm not sure it's
a good idea we let them
keep seeing each other.

- [snap echoing]
- [rumbling]

[eerie music playing]

[breathing shakily] Hello? Hel--

Hello? Where am I?

[eerie music continues]

[Cassie, distant]
In their heart,
I know they're great kids.

But together... [sighs]

They just seem to be, you know,
feeding off some bad behaviors.

I think it's for the best

that Judith stay away
from Dylan.

But what do you think?

I think that...

your whore daughter
should stay away from my son.

[screams] Oh my God!

[Cassie screams]

- [snap echoing]
- What have you done?!

- I'm so sorry.
- Oh my God.

I'm so sorry. I...
My hand slipped.

I... It was an accident.
I'm so sorry.

No, I don't care. You stay away
from me, okay? You stay away!

- [bell jingling]
- My hand slipped.

I just...

[tense music playing]

[sighs]

[water running]

[tense music fades]

[door opens]

[Jordy sighs] There you are.
I need your help.

Uh, can you just tell
Principal Cleary

that Spud and I were with you
at the dance?

I-I don't think that's
a good idea.

Why?

Come on, it-it'll only take
a second.

No, I mean, I don't...

I don't think... this...

is a good idea.

Us.

Being friends.

[soft, somber music playing]

Is this you talking,
or your mom?

Please...

I really just need
one person in my life
who's not gonna screw me over.

[school bell ringing]

I'm sorry, Jordy.

[sighs]

[chatter]

Hey.

Are you okay after all that?

- Never better.
- Good.

[Cliff] Hey, man, we're getting
our stories straight.

We're good, it's just one thing.

Chief was so concerned
about you two

that he never got
the rest of our names.

So, how'd he know
who to question?

Someone snitched.

Now I have to miss
a month of agriculture club.

- I'm gonna miss the fall play.
- State finals.

My dad's threatening
military school.

All because somebody
can't keep an oath.

And I think I know who.

Who?

Yo! Jordy, Spud! Get over here!

Uh, guys, I really don't think
they said anything.
They're cool. All right?

If they're so cool, then why
aren't they over here with us?

What?

Y'all got something
y'all wanna say to us?

You called us over here.

Cliff, it's cool, really.

Nah. You two sold us out,
didn't you?

[scoffs] Really, dude?

Nobody sold anybody out. Okay?

You know we got detention too,
right? Why would we do that?

Because you're jealous.

Do you want to tell her,
or should I?

Because I really want to.

- Uh...
- Tell me what?

Nothing. She's just pissed off
because, um, some--

This is all bullshit.

We're not Satanists.

There is no cult.

We're just a band
with a cheap gimmick,

custom-made
for Heavy Metal Barbie here.

[soft, solemn music playing]

What is she talking about?

I have no idea. Right, guys?

[all] Right.

They in on it too!

[splutters]

You really thought
the A Capella club

was into Devil worship?

[laughing] Come on, man.

[Jordy] Congratulations.

You all have been fooled
by red food coloring,

Karo syrup,
and a poser with a hard-on.

Peace.

Is that all true, yo?

I'm sorry.

[soft, solemn music continues]

Judith...

Please, I-I can explain...

- Chief.
- Anything on that mask?

I searched
every department store
in town for a match.

Best I could find

was a Ben Cooper
chicken costume.

- How'd it go at the school?
- Gotta hand it to 'em.

These kids are organized.

[Olsen] What are all these?

Reports relevant to the case.

"On the night of October 1st,
10 p.m., reported a dark...

winged creature in his home."

- What, like a bat?
- Keep reading.

"Said it was about six feet
in height, with curled horns"?

Okay. This is a joke.

We've gotten 15
of these reports,

just like that,
in the last week alone.

Santa Claus gets
15 billion letters a year,
doesn't make him real.

Weren't you just telling me
I had to go after the Satanists?

Yes. Because they looked guilty,

and because Satanists
are a real thing.

You know what's not
a real thing? Satan.

You know, a week ago,
I would've agreed.

But now we have
a ritualistic murder,

confirmed Satanic cult,

reports of demonic activity
coming in left and right.

I can't keep ignoring
what's right in front of me.

[phone ringing]

[Abigail] Happy Hollow
Police Department.

All due respect, Chief...

you're starting to sound
like the crazies.

Maybe they're not crazy
after all.

You better take this, Chief.

It's Cassie.

She was in a confrontation.

Confrontation? With who?

[tense, dramatic music playing]

[clattering]

[fire roaring, crackling]

[car approaching]

Linda?

What the hell is goin' on?

Are you okay?

[dramatic music building]

How could you guys
do that to me?

How could we do that to you?

What about what
you've done to us?

[Dylan] What are you
talking about?

Everything I've done
has been to help the band.

Bullshit.

I'm all for pissing folks off
for attention,

but I draw the line when
the cops are questioning me
for murder.

But they didn't even have
anything on us!

This will all just be another
piece of our band's mythology.

Dylan, stop spinning things
to be about the band
when they're not.

We sold out our tape in one day!

That would've been impossible
a month ago.

But now, thanks to you two,
we're gonna lose everything!

What's "everything" to you?

You want to know
what "everything" is to me?

This. Us.

And you destroyed that.

I don't care about the band,
Dylan.

I care about you.
I care about Spud.

But I am tired
of caring about people

who don't care about me
in return.

- Oh...
- [Dylan] You know
what I'm tired of?

Everyone in this town
blaming me for their issues.

Nobody was forcing you
to play along.

[solemn music playing]

You know what?

You're right.

I quit.

Jordy.

Jordy!

[door opens, slams shut]

You happy now?

You've found plenty
of supporters,

but just days ago,

the majority of Happy Hollow
thought you were...

Kooky?

Eccentric.

You've been banging the drum
on Satanism for some time,

but now,
people are finally listening.

What's changed, Tracy?

Nothing's changed.

It's just being brought
to light.

By you. You're a hero.

[chuckling] Oh, heavens, no.

No, I'm no hero. [laughs]

- I'm...
- [door opens]

...just a mother doing her best.

Sweetheart, why don't you
come in and say hello?

Perdita, this is
my daughter, Faith.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Actually, could I take a photo

of mother and daughter
for the paper?

- No, thank you.
- Of course you can.

Oh, don't be silly, Faith.

Don't you want to show people
what a normal, wholesome family
we are?

[tense music playing]

Great.
How about we try one right here?

Okay. [clears throat]

We need you to play your part.

[Perdita] Beautiful.

One... two... three.

[camera shutter snaps]

[birds chirping]

[tense music continues]

[sighs] Sorry it had to end
this way, Gil.

May the Lord have mercy
on us both.

[tense music building]

Shit.

[eerie, dramatic music playing]

[soft, solemn music playing]

[crickets chirping]

[door rattling]

- [Dylan] That was my stuff!
- [banging on door]

What's wrong with you?

- [Linda sighs]
- I didn't even do anything.

[banging rapidly]

[music fades]

[somber music playing]

[clatters]

[footsteps approaching]

Cliff?

What are you doin' here?

Why'd you do it, man?

To get back at me
or some shit like that?

No. It wasn't like that.

- I'm sorry.
- Sorry don't mean shit, man.

We all bought into you.
I bought into you.

So I'm gonna ask you again.

Why'd you do it?

I just...

I just wanted to be like you.

[somber music continues]

Like you...

like Judith... like Ryan.

- What do you mean? Like popular?
- No, not even that. Just...

I-I-I just want to be seen.

And now,
everyone's abandoned me.

What about Jordy and Spud?

They... they left the band...

which doesn't really matter
anymore

since my mom
burned my guitar like a psycho.

And Judith probably never wants
to see my face again either.

Yeah, man, you hurt her.

In ways she's not used
to being hurt.

I know. I'm sorry. I fucked up.

I would do anything

to make it up to her.

To-to all of you.

All right.

Prove it.

What do you mean?

Follow me.

[footsteps on stairs]

[gentle music playing]

Careful. They're still hot.

Who are you?

Every time I think
about the man that I killed,

I think about the family
that's worried about him.

And what the rest of his life
could have been.

And I fall apart.

And you...

You've known about Ryan
for weeks.

How can you just act
like everything's okay?

We're both terrible people, Mom.

No, Faith... we're not.

We are both good people
who've made honest mistakes.

Murder is the worst sin
there is.

Well, technically,
it's just manslaughter, dear.

And the Bible doesn't have much
to say about that, does it?

[exhales]

I'm sorry.
I don't know how much longer
I can keep doing this, Mom.

Faith? Faith!

Honey, please. Wai--

[footsteps going up stairs]

[phone ringing]

Hello? Whitehead residence.

[Reverend] We have
an emergency, Firefly.

- What is it?
- [Reverend] Over the course

of Robert's trip
to dispose of Gilbert,

somehow... he lost track
of the body.

Well, what does that mean?

If-if... Is he still alive?

[Reverend] I'm observing
the situation as it develops,

but time is no longer a luxury
that we can call our own.

No, no, no, no.
No, you don't understand.

Gilbert was going to go
to the police.

And if he's still alive
somewhere, then--

[Reverend] We have to finish
this before he resurfaces.

Luckily, we have an ace in hand.

We need to play it.

Tonight.

[tense music playing]

[lock clicking]

[music fades]

Linda?

I-I have a visitor.

I told you, Gene,
I don't want vi--

Father Mathis?

Hello, Linda.

Gene tells me that, uh,

you've been having
trouble lately.

It-it's okay, honey.

He believes you.

Uh, may I?

- Yeah.
- Many have come forward recently

with... experiences
such as yours.

Hallucinations,

distortion of the flesh,

out-of-body experiences.

What's happening to me?

Well, that... is what I'm here
to find out.

[clicks]

[intense music building]

[softer, tense music playing]

- [crickets chirping]
- [owl hooting]

[leaves rustling]

Are we almost there?

Go on.

What's this?

[Judith] Absolution.

You're going to die tonight,
Dylan.

[music intensifying]

[laughing nervously]

F-funny... funny joke, guys.
[chuckles]

Wh-what, so, no-no robes,
no candles?

This ain't make-believe.

Not this time.

Judith, I'm sorry...
about everything.

But can we just talk, please?

Just-just give me
the chance to apologize.

That's what I'm doing.

It's a ritual called
the Ceremony of Stifling Air.

The metaphorical killing
of who you once were,

and the celebration
of being born again

as your true, authentic self.

Metaphorical killing?

Thank God.

So, what-what are the steps?

First, you're gonna get
in this box.

Then, you're gonna repeat
a phrase for us.

[all] Vita ex mortis.

"Life through death."

Say that three times.
Then, we'll knock.

That's us calling you
back from the dead.

When the knocking stops...

scream, as hard as you can.

Purge the old Dylan
to make room for the new one.

[eerie music playing]

So, I-I-I just get in that box,

do a chant,

and then you'll forgive me?

That's it.

You do all that,

things will go back
to the way they were.

You just gotta leave behind
everything.

Your friends. Your family.

No more double lives.

No deceit.

If you still want us
in your life...

if you still want me
in your life...

this is the only way forward.

You made us feel
so special, Dylan.

I just want to trust you again.

Uh...

Okay. I'll...

I'll do it.

Get in.

Mom, why are we
at Jordy's house?

[Tracy] Well, dear, I've been
thinking about what you said...

how you don't know
if you can live like this
for much longer...

and I realized
that you're right.

What I asked of you
has been completely unfair.

So, I've decided
that it's time we put an end
to all of this tonight.

[soft, ominous music playing]

Because, Faith...

she's your best shot at freedom.

[Mathis] Take as much time
as you need.

[Linda] Okay.

At-at first, it started small.

Just, um, a feeling that...

that something
wasn't quite right.

And then... seeing things
out of the corner of my eyes,

and feeling... that there was
a... presence with me.

Oh, what kind of a, uh,
a presence?

Malevolent.

Soon, it wasn't just a feeling.

It attacked me.

Could you describe it for me?

[sighs]

It was burnt.

It had horns and wings.

And I swear, the last time...

I saw it, it felt like...

like it got inside of me.

Like I was trapped

inside my body, but something...

something else
was pulling the strings.

Have you ever had experiences
like this before?

As a... a child, maybe?

No. Never.

And have you ever done anything

that would make yourself...

vulnerable to forces like
the ones that you're describing?

Well, you see, my-my son--

Yes, I am aware
of his reputation.

What I would like to know
is if you, Linda Campbell,

have ever opened a door
to darkness.

Intentionally or not.

Of course not.

We aren't those kind
of people, Father.

Linda hasn't, once in her life--

Yes... I did.

[tense music playing]

Mom, she's my friend.

She's our only way
out of our mess.

I need you

to hide that somewhere
in her bedroom.

I'll place an anonymous call
to the police,

and then, before you know it,

all of this will be over with.

[sighs]

This is evil.

That's up to the Lord to decide.

And you know
I would never ask you to do this

if there were any other options.

It's us or them.

[tense music playing]

Here.

What's this for?

So you can watch yourself die.

Any last words
for the old Dylan?

I'm sorry.

Let's go.

[tense music playing]

[lid clacks closed]

[eerie music playing]

Honey, what are you...
what are you talking about?

[Linda] I'm sorry, Gene.

Twenty years ago,

when we were trying for Dylan,

- I saw a doctor.
- Yeah, I know that.

We must have seen
a dozen of them.

Uh... Not a single one
could figure out what was wrong.

Except the one
that I saw on my own.

She found some...

scar tissue

that would make
getting pregnant impossible.

Honey, I'm sorry. I...

I wanted a family so badly,

and I know
that you wanted one too, so...

I-I couldn't bring myself
to tell you.

[Gene] Linda...

So I prayed,

and I prayed...

to anyone who would listen.

[tense music playing]

[breath trembling]

[Judith] We're ready
when you are.

Vita ex mortis.

[Linda] Forgive me, Father,

but when God wasn't there
to answer my prayers, I just...

I opened myself up. I...

I called out into the void,

to anything

that would answer me.

And suddenly, it happened.

[Linda exhales]

We've always said that Dylan
was our miracle baby, but...

what if he wasn't
a miracle at all?

- Okay, this is enough.
- No, no, you let her finish.

This is important.

[doorbell rings]

Vita ex mortis.

What are you doing here?

I love my son more than
anything in this world,

and I'm terrified that he is
the way he is because of me.

I don't want to feel like this.

I don't want to believe...

[sighs]

...that my son is evil.

I want him

to be a little boy again.

I want to hold him,

and protect him,

and tell him his mommy
will always be there for him.

Vita ex mortis!

[dramatic beat]

[soft, grim music playing]

But I can't.

[music fades]

[sniffles]

Linda, baby...

are you okay?

Who am I speaking with now?

It's me.

- That-that sounded like her.
- [exhales]

What's going on?

[tense music slowly building]

[clicking]

[tape rewinding]

[clicking]

[on recording]
- Okay, this is enough.
- No, no, you let her finish.

This is important.

[music intensifying]

[Linda speaking indistinctly
in a demonic voice on recording]

No... No.

[Linda in a demonic voice
on recording continues]

[music intensifying]

- [clicks]
- [music fades]

[Linda sniffles]

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. You were right.

[melancholic music playing]

I did it.

You did the right thing.

Hello?

Can you... can you guys hear me?

- [hammering]
- [intense music playing]

Cliff?

Judith?!

Let me out!

Cliff! Judith!

Stop! Let me out!

Cliff!

- [coffin slams on ground]
- God! Ow! [sobs]

[shovels digging]

Guys, please! I'm hurt!

I'm sorry!

[dirt clattering on coffin]

Goddamn it, let me out!

Let me out!

Stop! Stop!

I'm sorry! Stop!

[music intensifying]

[music fades]

[Olsen] Chief, you copy?

Yeah, I copy, Olsen.

[Olsen] We just got
a call at the station.

Said one of those cultists
was bragging about killing Ryan.

Please tell me it wasn't Judith.

[Olsen] Jordan Stanwyck.
The goth girl.

They said the suspect showed off
a token from the murder.

An inhaler.

Get Judge Felson to sign off
on a search warrant

as soon as you can,
I mean as soon as you can.

I don't care if you have
to go over there

and pull him out of Mrs. Felson.

Get over there. Copy?

[tires screeching]

[intense music playing]

Happy Hollow Police.

You stay right where you are.

Not another step.

[crickets chirping]

[tense, eerie music playing]

[breathing heavily]

Please...

Help.

[music intensifying]

[hard rock music playing]

[music ends]