Satanic
1
Former New York socialite
Judith Case and John Raymond
are joined by Satan in unholy wedlock
before a live altar, a nude red head.
Self-ordained sorcerer,
Minister Anton LaVey
presided at
the San Francisco ceremony.
the blessings of Lucifer
and Beelzebub are invoked.
of publicity because next day,
a conventional wedding license.
Two days in LA to go on
my dark tour. David has to handle it.
Two days!
Cannot believe I agreed
to this sh*t.
Chlo, you wanna hit off this J?
No, I'm good, thanks.
Hey, will you open
a f***ing window?
LA, spread your legs.
So tired, I can barely get high.
Too dark.
Keeps burning
through that memory, Chlo.
You guys are like
a f***ing Apple commercial.
Devil face.
Oh, my God, that was so KISS.
Knights In Satan's Service.
KISS worshiped p*ssy, not Satan.
- Hey, don't we all?
- I hate that word.
What? Seth said it, not me.
Hit him anyway, Chlo, they love it.
Where the f*** are we?
Good evening, Los Angeles.
And we are officially lost.
Damn it.
Is this Flower?
No, this is Santa Fe.
Hey, should we get back
on the highway?
Are you sure you had the GPS on?
I don't know, do I?
Nope, 'cause I'm an idiot.
Ah... ha-ha, there she is.
Welcome back, Kim.
I'm sorry, you call her Kim?
Don't ask.
Okay, hello to you, too.
Junkies and whores.
Welcome to La La Land, darling.
Right, there it is.
Let's get the hell out of here.
Yes.
Elise Stevens.
Two nights, right?
Yeah, and specifically
requested room 204.
Laney Gore bled on the floor in 204.
- That's the sh*t, bro.
- So the sh*t.
Who the hell's Laney Gore?
One of many surprises
we have in store.
!' Play nice.
I am playing nice.
Laney!
- Oh, my God.
- Wow.
- Smell that asbestos.
- Oh, wow.
Nice. What a sh*t hole.
Oh, my God. Look at this.
Seth, I think
this is where it happened.
- Matches the photograph, right?
- Yeah.
Hey, this isn't a suite,
it's a dump.
Why did we pay an extra 20?
Room 204.
Laney Gore slit her throat here.
- What?
- Yep.
1972. One of the early sisters
of LaVey's Church of Satan.
Check out the bloodstains
like wet paint.
Oh, my God. It is the same.
David, look.
Yeah. F***ing awesome.
Hey, why are we here
and not Coachella?
Because Chloe's my best friend
and you're on her leash. Okay?
- And you're on mine, b*tch.
- You wish, b*tch.
Hey, you guys
really want to stay here?
- Yeah.
- Darling, this is why we came.
Right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
David, are you okay with this?
- He can't hear you.
- He's sleeping.
Get back here!
Oh, my savior.
Nice neighbors we have.
Yeah, this place
is a squatter's paradise.
You get a needle at check-in.
Anything?
I thought I felt something
a while ago, but...
Yeah. Well, maybe that
was just Milton Bradley
- pocketing your 20 bucks.
- I felt something.
- I swear to God.
- Ask it something.
Hello.
Who are you?
Are you Laney Gore?
What do you decree?
"What do you decree?"
Hey.
Oh, my God, Seth,
I'm not.
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want?
"B"
"BJ."
Oh, my God, it's like
we're thinking the same thing!
Seth! You little f***ing prick!
F***ing goth troll.
- Yeah, my goth troll.
- Bullshit.
Come on, it's cool.
It's not cool,
nobody's taking this seriously!
Okay. Sorry, your bullshit
Satanic tourism,
- I have to take this seriously?
- It's not Satanic tourism,
it's about understanding
the dark natures.
Wow, that's very
Aleister Crowley of you.
You know what? F*** you, David.
If you didn't wanna do this,
why'd you come?
To get a BJ.
Hey, I've got that
department covered.
Oh, do you?
If you guys are gonna
sh*t around all weekend,
maybe we should just
and go to Coachella.
This isn't bullshit for me, okay?
I mean, would it kill you, David,
to open your f***ing mind
and be a free spirit?
I swear to God, I can't deal
with this frat-boy sh*t!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Tension release.
We'll have our coffee.
And from now on they'll behave.
Come on, it's Spring Break.
Come on, LA for two nights,
and then Coachella, right?
Look, we're on board.
Our minds are open.
Yeah?
So... you tell me. What's the plan?
All righty.
- Everybody get together.
- Mm-hm.
- Come on!
- Ow!
- Cheer up!
- Yeah.
- 'Kay? This is where Satan lives.
- Okay. This is happening.
Oh... Cute.
Check out the cross, it's kick-ass.
It's cool.
Oh, my God.
We love your look.
They're friendly.
Hey!
Uh... Dude, uh, we're trying
to find the Sharon Tate house...
F*** off.
Yeah, well, f*** you, too!
Colossal waste of time, take two.
Sick. I'm gonna use this
as my screen saver.
Color-tone the sh*t out of it.
Hey, did we ever find out
where her house is?
Go suck cock, b*tch.
David, no.
Yeah, go suck
the devil's cock, b*tch!
Oh, my God. Good one, Dave.
- F***er loogied all over my window.
- Welcome to LA.
- No sh*t!
- This city sucks.
All right. First ones here.
Only ones here.
Sorry, why are we not at a
taping of Two and A Half Men?
Chloe, can you keep his negative
energy away from me, please?
And, David, that shitty show's
been canceled.
Just like the photos.
Insanely awesome.
Oh, my God. Were people
really murdered here?
Bloody and cold.
Seth, we got to find a way
around the back.
Yeah.
Can you get the hell
out of the way?
Dick.
Wow, Dave,
you're just an a**hole magnet.
Yeah, no sh*t. I'm here with you.
Oh, my God. Dave, do you ever
Oh, you gotta be
- f***ing kidding me.
- Mm-hmm.
All right. Yeah.
They came this way about ten PM,
up the hill, to the backyard.
Big-ass hill. Jesus,
what were they? Sherpas?
Why'd they do it?
Manson thought some record
producer that f***ed him over
He was actually the target.
Wrong place, wrong time, eh?
On steroids.
Slit her stomach open.
- She was f***in' pregnant.
- Seth!
Oh, my God, it's so pretty.
I know,
that's what makes it so creepy.
Seth, get a picture of us.
Chloe!
- I don't want to.
- Chloe.
No. Fine.
- Say "Charlie."
- Charlie.
1641 Cahuenga.
Okay.
So, now we're touring porn shops.
Nah, dick,
they just don't advertise.
Call me a dick again, Seth...
Dude. Dave.
You gotta chill, bro.
He's right. You need to chill.
Chlo, do you know how much sh*t
It's almost over.
I'm just saying.
She's your cousin. Okay?
and I don't like Seth.
- David.
- Seriously.
They don't even offer gas money.
Oh, my God, will you guys
f***ing grow a pair?
Seriously. Hell, f***.
Oh, I have a pair, Morticia.
Big pair.
Blow my f***ing mind.
Oh, how spine-tingly awesome.
Seth, check it out.
Mmm... incantations.
Check it out.
How wet are you right now?
Oh.
That's rad.
Boo!
- A bad hand-job.
- Good one, Dave.
- Is it real?
- It's mummified.
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