(dramatic music)
(siren alarming)
(wind howling)
(chanting in foreign language)
(wind howling)
(woman sobbing)
(chanting in foreign language)
(screaming)
("Ace of Spades" by Motrhead)
If you like to gamble
I tell you I'm your man
You win some, lose some
All the same to me
(exciting rock music)
The pleasure is to play
Makes no difference what you say
I don't share your greed
The only card I need
Is the Ace of Spades
The Ace of Spades
(exciting rock music)
Playing for the high one
Dancing with the devil
Going with the flow
It's all a game to me
(exciting rock music)
Seven or eleven,
Snake eyes watching you
Double up or quit
Double stake or split
The Ace of Spades
(exciting rock music)
You know I'm born to lose
And gambling's for fools
But that's the way I like it, baby
I don't wanna live forever
(exciting rock music)
(pleasant music)
- All right, pick it up!
Pick it up!
Okay, third base in the air.
All right.
Short stop.
Throw to second, double play.
Pick it up! Pick it up!
Here we go, a little pop-up.
(pleasant music)
- Yay, dad, that's great!
Great hit!
You're the best!
- Third base, a little pop-up.
- That's the best hit I ever seen!
- Short stop.
Pitcher, back to the box!
(ominous music)
- What the hell is she doing here?
- [Coach] Okay!
Third base, that's yours!
- Come on, let's go have some fun.
- Yeah, let's go have some fun.
- [Coach] All right,
pick it up, pick it up!
(chattering)
(foreboding music)
- I was better.
I was better than you.
Don't touch me.
(ominous music)
- [Thug] This pretty, young
thing has just walked into
the wrong neighborhood.
- I do believe you're right, Mr. Batten.
- Hello.
Hey, don't be so upset, baby.
You're gonna come into my neighborhood,
you gotta pay the toll.
- Yeah, relax babe,
you're gonna enjoy this.
- Help!
Somebody help me!
- Look!
Do something!
- Tony, stay with mommy!
(girl yelling)
Excuse me, boys, what's going on here?
- Stay out of this, old man.
- We were only having some fun, old man,
but if you want us to cut it out,
then we'll cut you out.
(thudding)
(yelling)
(grunting)
(guys groaning)
- Billy, she okay?
- I think so.
Are you okay, miss?
(foreboding music)
(screaming)
(gagging)
- Bill!
Bill!
Oh dear God in Heaven!
Bill!
(ominous music)
(upbeat music)
(crowd cheering)
(upbeat music)
- Hey, ma, we won.
- That's nice, son.
You forgot the groceries.
- Ugh.
Look, sorry mom.
I'll go get them later on.
- Take your jacket.
It looks like rain.
- Okay, thanks mom.
I'll be back soon, okay?
(upbeat music)
("Midnite Man" by Pantera)
You whisper in my ear
Say the things I like to hear
It makes me shake
Hard and weird
Flesh touches flesh
And sucks the dream
Dark night full of fright
Midnight man
Hold me tight
(club commotion)
(laughing)
- Okay, here we go!
Here we go!
Go! Go! Go! Go!
(laughing)
Close!
I almost had it.
I feel it!
(laughing)
- Excuse me, kids.
Could you keep the noise down?
Thank you.
- Keep it down, man?
- Hey.
- Why don't you find
some place else to sit
while you still can?
Are you still here?
- [Woman] Let's go, come on.
("Midnite Man" by Pantera)
- You see that?
You all want to be a tough guy
but it's only us real tough guys
that can get away with it!
(laughing)
- My, my, my.
Now what do we got here?
I didn't know elementary schools
were on vacation this week.
- [Girl] Batten, do something.
- Uh, real tough guy.
Any suggestions?
- Just one.
Pay the check, man, and let's
get the hell out of here.
(laughing)
- Okay now, you all
come back here real soon
when you're over 21.
- Man, I wouldn't come back
to this whole if I was 41!
- Hey, hey, hey.
Too little too late.
(laughing)
(mumbling)
- [Bob] We'll cut a record.
- We'll definitely cut a record.
(laughing)
- This place was b*at anyhow.
Some of those freaks in there
looked old enough to be my parents.
- Yeah, what would you know
about parents, inbreed?
- I know your mother.
- Oh, you know my mother, right?
- Come on.
- Okay, okay, cut it out right now.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
The night is young and so are we.
So let's get totally tanked up,
go down to the dance at Lincoln
and pick up some sleazy chicks.
- All right! Woo!
- Thanks a lot, pinhead!
- I meant them, baby.
I got my sleazy chick.
(screaming)
(laughing)
- Limousine, sir.
(cheering)
- [Batten] Let's go, go, go!
("We Rule the Night" by Virgin Steele)
Lift your voices up
Raise the roof now
We are coming
There's no stopping us
Here we go
Let the creatures of pray
Raise a clamor round your ears
- Will...
that be all, Tony?
- Have you got the provolone?
- Tony, would I forget how
much your momma like provolone?
(laughing)
How is the new job working out?
- It's not bad, sir.
Except, they want me to cut my hair.
- Hey, Tony, you cut the
hair, you lose the style.
No?
(laughing)
Anything else?
- Wait a minute.
I forgot my wheat cereal.
- At the back, on the left.
- Okay, thanks man.
(ominous b*at music)
- What do you want, boys?
- I think we'll have...
all your money, sucker!
(speaking foreign language)
I want your money now!
(rustling)
What was that?
Phil, go check it out.
- Yeah.
(ominous music)
(groaning)
- Phil!
Phil, what the hell is
going on back there?
Phil?
What the hell is--
(groaning)
(yelling)
(grunting)
- Get out of here!
Ah, come on.
Go back to the sewer, dirt bag!
(thudding)
And you too!
Get out of here!
- I thank you, Tony.
You're a good boy, Tony.
Your papa would be proud of you.
- What do I owe you, mister?
(chuckling)
- Give my best to your momma.
- Grazie.
Grazie, Tony.
Grazie.
We rule the night
You and I
(ominous b*at music)
("We Rule the Night" by Virgin Steele)
(hollering)
Wings of vengeance draw nigh
Wings of vengeance on high
(yelling)
We rule the night
(car whooshing)
(thudding)
(tires screeching)
(yelling)
- Come on!
Come on!
Drive! Drive!
(tires screeching)
- Tony!
Tony!
Oh, Tony, who could have
done this terrible thing?
Please! Please!
Help me! Help me!
Oh, Tony!
Tony!
- Hey, that's Tony!
- Oh my God.
What happened?
- What happened, Mr. Peters?
(ominous b*at music)
- My boy!
My boy!
(crying)
My baby!
- I'm sorry, Louise.
It happened so fast.
I never see who did it.
- My baby.
It's not fair.
- Louise,
there's nothing we can do for him now.
Let me call for the police.
- No!
They aren't going to get away with this!
They're not gonna do it to me again!
They're not gonna take my
son and get away with it.
- But Louise.
- Quiet, Hank!
James, do you know Molly Mokembe?
- Not really, ma'am.
- Louise, what do you want
with that crazy Haitian?
- Nevermind, Hank.
Earl, run over to Molly Mokembe's house.
Bring her back here right away.
- Sure, Mrs. Washington.
You coming with me, Jimmy?
- Yeah, sure.
(engine rumbling)
- Louise,
what do you want from that crazy old bat?
- A favor.
She owes me one.
(somber music)
(thunder rumbling)
Slips away like a golden moment
Plans and dreams of the mighty
- Who cares, you know?
He was just another one of them.
- Right.
Screw him.
He's not talking anyway.
So how's gonna come looking for us, huh?
(knocking)
(window buzzing)
- Jimbo, you okay?
What's the matter?
Doing bad, huh?
- Nah.
Nah, man.
I kinda liked it.
Just taking his life like that.
Snuffing out that big candle.
Splat.
Didn't look so tall when I
got through with him, man.
Christ.
It was so easy.
And there's nothing he can do about it.
- I wanna go home.
(somber music)
- Molly.
Molly, it's been too long.
My son.
- I know.
I know, Louise.
- Louise,
what is this?
- Quiet.
Unbeliever.
She knows
that old Molly Mokembe can give her
what your police can not.
Vengeance for one's death.
Now,
you.
- Me?
- Yes, you.
You go to Mr. Freddy's house.
(crying)
Tell him,
I need blood from a live animal.
Hurry.
It must be done before the sun is up.
Mr. Peters.
Mr. Hurley.
Tonight, I will need your help
and what you see and hear,
you must never tell a living soul.
Not that they will ever believe you.
(ominous tribal music)
Louise,
you must understand what I do.
I can not bring life back to your boy
but I can,
for awhile,
hold him on this plane
until his death has been avenged.
- How will he know?
- He will be nested between life and death
and an image of his K*llers,
the last fleeting second
before the hand of his life
is b*rned
into his soul like burn.
(wind howling)
He knows who has done this to him.
And tonight, we will have revenge.
(wind howling)
Now,
stand back.
The hearts b*at not on exact sides.
We take the blood of this animal
and the hair of this man
to give you back life.
(wind howling)
(ominous music)
It is the hand of the underworld
who will come this night
to take your soul to a dark place.
(wind howling)
Rise again, young one,
and feel again the warmth
and light
to the bright place.
Rise
and avenge thyself.
(wind howling)
(ominous music)
(chanting foreign language)
(sobbing)
(chanting foreign language)
(wind howling)
(ominous music)
(chanting foreign language)
(roaring)
(grunting)
(roaring)
(birds chirping)
(bottles clinking)
- Well, good morning to you.
And just what time did
you get in last night?
As if I didn't know from
the racket that you made.
Where's your father's car?
Or did you wreck that one too?
Huh?
You know, just because
your father's company
leases the dam things,
doesn't mean you can go driving
them into telephone polls!
Are you deaf or just dumb?
You are disgusting.
You're not gonna get to your next birthday
if you don't get your act together.
- Up yours.
- What did you say, you
disrespectful punk?!
(yelling)
- And mom,
have a nice day.
("C'mon Lets Go" by Girlschool)
Let's go
Speeding down the motorway
Let slow life pass us by
Another mile, another day
Get some action in our lives
We're on our way
Living for today
C'mon, let's go
Let go
C'mon, let's go
Let go
C'mon, let's go
Let go
Let go
Engines screaming red-hot rage
We're gonna reach an all-time high
Speed crazed racer rip my mind
'Cause you know you're
gonna hit the sky
We make our move
And you know we'll never lose
C'mon, let's go
Let go
C'mon, let's go
Let go
C'mon, let's go
Let go
- Good morning, K*llers.
- Keep it down, you jerk.
Where's your dad's car?
- It seems I picked up a little
front end damage somewhere,
so I dropped it off at my cousin's garage.
- Hey, guys, I think we lucked out.
- Nothing in the papers?
- Not a word in the papers
or on the radio.
Nothing about our little
nocturnal adventure.
- Maybe he's not dead.
Maybe he just went home or something.
- Are you kidding?
When Jimbo wastes them, they stay wasted.
- Jim's right.
Deranged but right.
That guy didn't do any walking last night.
Hey Jim, I was wondering,
where are your dad's wheels?
- As I was telling racket-brain, here,
I ditched the deathmobile at my cousin's.
Well, would love to sit and
chat with the brain trust, here,
but I think I'll order myself
some breasts and thighs.
(chuckling)
- What an ass.
- Well, at least he got rid of the car.
Last thing we need is attention.
- I could think of something we need now.
- Oh damn, I need to get to the academy.
Mrs. Goldstein's coming
in at three o'clock.
Are you coming?
- I'll quit but the day is young.
- Excuse me.
- Come on, Mags, I promise you.
You've never seen anything like it.
- Look, Jim,
I prefer men with ones that can be seen
without the aid of an electron microscope.
- Yeah, that's all right, baby.
I'll make you beg for it.
(exciting rock music)
- What?!
What?!
(ominous b*at music)
- Who the hell is that?
Is that you, Pete?
- Yeah, it's me, Joe.
I'll lock up.
- Okay, man.
See you tomorrow.
(ominous b*at music)
(wind howling)
(laughing)
(eerie music)
(pleasant music)
(water trickling)
(water sloshing)
(sighing)
(giggling)
(splashing)
(eerie music)
(pleasant music)
(laughing)
(eerie music)
- What was that?
- What was what?
- I thought I heard
something in the locker room.
- Oh come on, there's nobody here.
It's probably just old Joe
trying to sneak a peak at you.
He's a horny old guy.
- Come on, please, just
for me just go see.
I swear to God I heard something.
- There's nobody else here.
The place is locked up.
- Please.
There was a noise, I'm telling you.
Please, go.
- All right.
- Be careful.
- See, look, I told you.
There's nobody here.
(growling)
(screaming)
(crunching)
(screaming)
(foreboding music)
(girl screaming)
(growling)
(suspenseful music)
(screaming)
(growling)
(screaming)
- Those little devils.
(screaming)
(suspenseful music)
(growling)
(snarling)
(screaming)
(suspenseful music)
(roaring)
(eerie music)
(foreboding b*at music)
(whimpering)
(screaming)
(whimpering)
(screaming)
(menacing b*at music)
(eerie music)
- I've been working
here for 20 long years.
Long before they had
this big fancy building.
They even had dirt courts
and we aint never had no
trouble like that here before.
- And this Peter Winston,
he have a habit of staying late?
- Only when he had reason to, officer.
If you know what I mean.
Him and the girl,
they closes this place up many times.
- And you didn't hear anyone
come in or out after closing?
- No, sir.
I was up in my room resting my feet
before I went on my rounds.
And I heard them screaming,
but it wasn't unusual
to hear them screaming,
if you know what I mean, officer.
- Yeah, I know what you mean.
(cameras snapping)
Hold it, fellas.
Hey! Hey! Hey!
No photographs!
Killjoy, you wanna keep
the press back, please?
(sighing)
All right.
Thanks boys.
Almost forgot why I was here.
(cameras snapping)
- [Man] Frank?
- Yeah?
- Forensics are just about finished.
The M.E. wants to see you inside.
- Great.
Look,
keep an eye on my star
witness, here, okay?
- Say, officer, can I go now?
- Soon.
I've got a few more questions.
(camera snapping)
Wishful thinking, doc?
- Ah, Frank.
Nice to see you could make
it to the clambake, here.
- What the hell else would I be doing
at three o'clock in the morning?
I see your boys in white
are moving right along.
- Well you probably noticed
the lovely lady on her way out.
Now the boys are trying to fish lover boy
out of a swimming pool full of blood.
You get anything out of good old Joe?
- Oh, old Joe is a wealth
of useful information.
Do you know how many times they
refinish the floors in here?
(chuckling)
Anyway,
according to Joe,
nobody came in, no one could get in.
Bodies A and B stayed late
for a post game celebration,
as was their habit.
- Yeah.
- Old Joe is sleeping like a baby.
Never heard a thing.
- Very helpful.
- Yeah.
- So, what do you think?
Double su1c1de?
- Oh, sure, sure.
Lover boy smashes her head
in with a baseball bat
then snaps his own neck
with his bare hands
and throws himself in
the pool out of remorse.
- Wait, wait, wait.
Bare hands?
- From the looks of it, yeah.
- So unless old Joe is
secretly pumping iron.
- You're looking for one
large, angry person, Frank.
- Great.
(ominous music)
(exciting rock music)
- Two teens overdose on angel dust?
What?
Peter never did any dust, man.
What's going on?
- Are they really dead?
I don't believe it's them.
There must be some mistake.
- Yes, they're really dead.
Man, what is so funny?
- It's great, man.
He k*lled them.
- What're you talking about?
- That big goon we
flattened the other night.
I guess we didn't finish
the job after all.
- Oh my god.
Psycho might be right.
- I thought you said
no one knew it was us.
I thought you said that no one saw us!
- Please, babe, calm down.
Honey, just go in the car, all right?
I'll be with you in a minute.
Just go and sit in the car, all right?
- [Jim] Tough broad, man.
- Forget her.
What are we gonna do about our big friend?
- Or friends, man.
I say let them come.
I just might scalp me a few.
- Christ, man, put that thing away.
Someone k*lled Peter and Susie.
This isn't a game.
- Lay off, man.
- I just want you to chill out.
- No way.
- Why, Jimbo?
- Why?
Because I'm having a good time.
(somber rock music)
- Hey, hand off, dirt bag!
- Come on, Mags, why
don't you give me a try?
- How old are you?
- 21.
- 17 is more like it.
Right?
Look, you may be tough
but I don't rob the cradle.
I'm old enough to be your older sister.
- I like that.
I've always wanted to make
it with my older sister.
- Can't you get it through your head?
I don't wanna see you.
- Yeah,
well you're not gonna do any
better in this town, baby.
- I'm really sorry,
but my religion forbids
interspecies mating.
- You're smart, aren't you?
But you'll have it and you'll love it.
What're you looking at?
Eat your ice cream!
(police sirens alarming)
(knocking)
- Come in.
- This is the report
on our double su1c1de.
Coroner fixes the death at about 12:30 AM.
Brain death caused the the
cervical vertebra being crushed.
Forensics found lots
of prints on the scene
but few of them are clear enough to trace.
The few fingerprints we
did get all trace back
to members of the academy, employees.
We've had men checking them out.
They all seem to have pretty good alibis
as to where they were last night.
And I checked with mental health
to see if they had any sizable
lunatics running around
but they didn't have any
loose nuts to fit our needs.
- Are you telling me in
your quant way, Frank,
that we don't have any leads?
- Ah,
yeah.
But Cap,
where did the newspapers get
the drug and su1c1de story?
- I gave it to them.
- You gave it to them?
I don't understand.
- Frank, this Winston
boy ran with a bad crowd.
High school kids running
red lights, getting drunk,
smoking marijuana.
You know, the usual bad stuff.
m*rder's a whole new ballgame.
Till we get a line on this k*ller,
I want the press to get
nothing but misinformation.
Otherwise, they'll make
this guy a serial k*ller
or a g*dd*mn vigilante savior.
- What about the public's right to know?
- Hey, we're concerned with
the public's right to live.
I've spoken with the parents.
They've told me they're gonna cooperate.
The last thing I want
is for this kid's g*ng
to go looking for revenge.
- Yeah.
Well, whatever you say, Cap.
I've got an APB out on anyone big enough
to snap a person's neck.
That oughta clear out
half the health clubs
and all the high school teams.
- Okay, Frank.
I think you're big enough
to handle this by yourself.
- Well,
I'm going out now and buying
some anabolic steroids.
- Frank?
Let's not have any more high
school kids turn up dead.
Understand?
(ominous music)
(crickets chirping)
- No.
Go home.
Don't look at him now.
His body is growing too many changes.
Just be patient.
We will have revenge.
("Danger Zone" by Fist)
- [Maggie] Goodnight, Al.
Stakes are high
I don't think twice
Just watch the numbers on the dice
Holding fire
Keeping cold as stone
On the wire
The pressure's on
Cause I'm stranded
Stranded in the danger zone
Cause I'm stranded
Stranded in the danger zone
(foreboding music)
- Boo.
Nice night for a walk.
- Thank God.
It's only you.
Can't you leave me alone?
- Yeah, well,
a pretty girl like you
shouldn't be left alone.
You wanna drag?
- No thanks.
I haven't smoked since college.
- Yeah, well,
I may not measure up to those
college guys you're used to
but they don't measure up to mine,
if you catch my drift.
- Listen,
why don't you just drift off somewhere
and molest someone your own age?
I've had a long day.
- Yeah, well,
that's not all that's long.
- That's it.
I've had enough of your
childish sexual advances.
Go away or I'll call the cops.
- Childish, huh?
I'm old enough to satisfy you, girl.
- Get your hands off me!
Get off of me our I'll scream.
- Go ahead.
Scream.
I like it when my girls scream.
(somber rock music)
Oh, don't worry.
I won't hurt you.
(whimpering)
Unless you want me to.
(whimpering)
(ominous music)
(whimpering)
Now,
now you are gonna get it, blondie.
(ominous music)
(growling)
- Oh, it's my old friend, huh?
Seems like I didn't do a
good enough job last time.
But I'm gonna finish it now.
(thudding)
(growling)
(thudding)
I'll k*ll you, freak!
I've had enough of this!
Jesus Christ, what the
hell is going on here?
That's it, no more!
What's going on?
I k*lled you! I k*lled you!
(growling)
(squelching)
(screaming)
(coughing)
(foreboding b*at music)
(growling)
(ominous music)
- No.
I told you, he wasn't my boyfriend.
I didn't even like him.
- Then why did you come
into the alley with him?
- I didn't go anywhere with him.
He was trying to r*pe me!
He had a Kn*fe!
- All right, all right.
I'm sorry, miss, calm down.
- And he would have
if it wasn't for the giant.
(camera snapping)
I was knocked out.
But when...
But when I came to,
this giant.
- [Frank] Giant?
- He...
His eyes.
His eyes were like white.
Don't you believe me?
- No, no.
I believe that's what you saw.
- Chett?
I'm finished with her.
Get her out of here.
This man will take care of you, miss.
- His eyes.
(crying)
His eyes were like white.
- Hey, Frank.
Morning.
What do we got here?
- Well,
she claims he tried to r*pe her.
That checks out with what
the owner of this place
tells me about our boy, Jim, here.
He used to come around with
his g*ng and bother the girls.
- Yeah.
Did that frail young
thing impale Jimmy boy
with a baseball bat?
- She claims it was the Jolly Green Giant.
- Christ on a crutch, Frank.
- You believe her?
- Hell no.
These kids are so whacked out on dr*gs,
they don't know what they see.
- Well, Doc,
this is one kid you're gonna
have trouble convincing
that this was a
drug-induced hallucination.
- Jesus.
Jim Batten.
I've known his family all my life.
- Sorry, Doc.
- For what?
The kid was a bum.
He was a disgrace to his family.
Hey, maybe he impaled
himself with a baseball bat,
you know what I mean?
- Yeah, I got it.
Drug induced su1c1de.
- Hey, Frank,
I believe you're coming along.
- Thanks, Doc.
- Let me see.
(foreboding music)
(ominous music)
- No blood?
(phone ringing)
(rock b*at music)
(phone ringing)
- [Woman] Bobby, the phone is ringing.
- Yeah, I can hear it, ma.
(phone ringing)
- [Mother] Get it Bobby.
- Hello?
- Bob, this is Ams.
I just heard it on the radio.
What're we gonna do?
- [Bob] Amy, calm down.
What's wrong?
- What's wrong?
Jim's dead, Bob!
Didn't you hear it on the radio?
The found his body behind the drive-in.
He's dead!
- Hey, baby, just try and relax.
- Relax?
Don't you understand, we're next!
He's k*lled Pete and
Susie and Jim. We're next!
- [Mother] Who's on the phone, dear?
- It's Amy, ma.
- [Mother] Oh, well
say hello for me, dear.
- [Bob] My mother says hello.
- Are you crazy?
Don't you see that we're next?
- All right.
Where are you?
- I'm at home.
- [Bob] Is there anyone there?
- No.
I'm alone.
My mother went to--
- Good, now listen.
Stay where you are. I'm coming right over.
Lock the doors and don't
let anyone in, okay?
- Okay.
- I'll be right there.
- Hey, don't worry.
Nothing's gonna happen to us.
(somber rock music)
(phone ringing)
(grunting)
(thudding)
- Hey!
(thudding)
(yelling)
(groaning)
- Take a good look, Frank.
There's your k*ller.
- Him?
(yelling)
- James Earl Powell.
We picked him up in New Castle.
He was trying to rob
a check cashing store.
James is a very bad boy.
He was on probation.
- Let me guess, as*ault.
- Yeah, right.
Seems he likes to b*at
up people and rob them.
You may have noticed,
James is a terrifyingly strong dude.
- Then why did he k*ll the kids?
Then why did he k*ll the kids?
You know none of them were robbed.
- I don't know, maybe he
was working for somebody.
Maybe he's got a new hobby.
We've got him now and we'll find out
just as soon as he talks.
What's the matter, Frank?
A little flesh wound
because you couldn't
solve this case yourself?
Look,
the object is to clear these
cases as soon as possible.
- Maybe too soon.
- You trying to say we got the wrong man?
- Look, I just don't think that
Mr. James there is our man.
- Do you have somebody else in mind?
- No, it's just a feeling, that's all.
- Feeling?
Oh yes.
Feeling.
Must be that policeman's
intuition you developed
after all these years on the force.
Come on, Frank.
You're just a little
ticked because you couldn't
grab the brass ring and
solve this case yourself.
Come on, you've got a
lot of years ahead of you
to blow cases.
Just be happy this one's solved.
- If it is over.
- Come on, Frank.
I'll buy you a drink.
- Okay.
(groaning)
- Bad boy.
(thudding)
(yelling)
(groaning)
- Get him!
(grunting)
(yelling)
(restaurant commotion)
- Well here's to the ones who got away.
How long's it been, Frank?
- I don't know.
Two years.
- You'll get over it.
Took me about two centuries,
but it'll work.
Hey!
Hey, come on, this is a celebration.
The case is closed.
- I know, I'm sorry.
Cap, you shoulda seen it.
I mean, this kid was
impaled with baseball bat.
I just don't understand how this guy,
James Earl, could do it.
- Maybe James Earl has
a great batting average.
- Cap, this wasn't like anything.
I mean, look at this kid.
He's got a baseball bat shoved
right through his stomach.
- Frank, I did not come here
to look at dirty pictures.
You take enough of that
stuff home with you,
pretty soon there's not gonna
be anything else at home.
Hey!
This I a celebration.
Hey!
Hey, the case is closed.
- All right.
- Hey!
(ominous tribal music)
(growling)
(crickets chirping)
(sighing)
- This case isn't closed.
(suspenseful b*at music)
Wait a minute.
(chuckling)
Thank God.
I thought I was going crazy.
- Frank, are you crazy?
Those g*dd*mn pictures again?
Is this why you dragged me
out of bed this time of night?
I've gotta be back in here at
six o'clock in the morning!
- Cap, Cap, look, just hear me out.
All I want is permission
to pick up this women for questioning.
Her name's Molly...
(ominous music)
Something.
(ominous music)
- [Young Cap Voiceover]
Don't be so upset, babe.
Hey, if you're gonna come
into my neighborhood,
you gotta pay the toll.
- [Molly Voiceover] Get off!
- [Young Cap Voiceover]
Get her over in the bushes.
- [Young Molly Voiceover] Help!
Somebody help me!
- [Bill Voiceover] Tony, stay with mommy.
- Mokembe.
Molly Mokembe.
- You know this woman, Cap?
- Know her?
Sure.
She's some kind of voodoo palm reader
in the black section of town.
I ran into her a couple of times
but she has nothing to do with this case.
- I don't know, Cap.
I mean, this woman was at
the scene of both murders
and they took place miles apart.
- Who knows?
Maybe the batty old broad likes
to follow ambulances around.
Besides, we have our
m*rder, Frank, remember?
You know, if you give this
kind of stuff to the press,
they're gonna have a field day with you.
She's a harmless old coconut, believe me.
- I just wanted to be
thorough, that's all.
- You are thorough, Frank.
But you don't look too good.
Why don't you go home
and take a little rest?
- Sure.
I'm sorry.
- Don't be sorry, Frank.
Just go get some rest.
That's an order.
- Good night, Cap.
(eerie music)
(foreboding music)
(phone ringing)
(ominous music)
- I'm coming! I'm coming!
(phone ringing)
Yeah, what is it?
- Fred, it's me.
How's Mary taking it?
- Tom,
you know women.
She hated the creep but she fell apart.
She's at her mother's.
I hear you have a suspect.
- What we have here is trouble.
Molly Mokembe's mixed
up in your son's death.
- [Fred] Jesus Christ.
- So Fred, I want you to get
the hell out of there now
and get down here to the station.
We're gonna find this witch
and settle this thing tonight.
- I'm out the door.
(ominous music)
(g*n clicking)
(growling)
(suspenseful music)
(g*nsh*t booming)
(suspenseful b*at music)
(growling)
(growling)
(suspenseful music)
(grunting)
(cracking)
(menacing music)
(crickets chirping)
- What the hell took you so long?
- I was trying to get my mom's cash card
so we can get the hell out of town.
- Bob, you're not kidding, are you?
- Amy, I think you're right.
Someone is trying to k*ll us.
Because Jim tried to make a
speed bump out of that clown
and I do not wanna die.
- Where are we going? When are we leaving?
- We could go right now but I don't think
we're gonna get very far on 20 bucks.
- What about your mom's cash card?
- I said I tried to
get my mom's cash card.
I couldn't.
Don't you have any cash around here?
- Take a look around.
I hardly even see my parents.
Great, we're stuck.
- No way.
Jim was telling me we should
knock over his uncle's garage
if ever we needed money
and we need money now.
- His uncle's garage?
- Jim always had it figured out.
Said he was saving it for an emergency.
- Well this is an emergency.
- Let's do it.
(ominous music)
- This is Charlie 117, come in.
I knew it.
I'll be right there.
(siren alarming)
(tires screeching)
(suspenseful music)
(camera snapping)
Killjoy, get those people out of here!
Jesus.
- Frank.
We got another one just
like the last three.
- Neck broken?
- Yeah, like a twig.
- How old of kid?
- I'd say about 43.
- What?
An old man?
- Yeah.
- Hey, thanks, Frank.
We can't all look as
young as you, you know.
- Look, do you think
this could have been done
by the same assailant at the others?
- I'd stake my semi-professional
reputation on it.
- Thanks, Doc.
So who is this guy?
- That's the kicker.
He's the last kid's father.
Hey, Frank.
Don't you wanna check the house?
- I'm more interested in the crowd.
- Come on, Amy, we'll buy you clothes
wherever the hell we wind up.
- Should I leave a note for my mom?
- Nah, she'll just think you
got lost in a pile of laundry.
Come on, let's go.
(suspenseful music)
See?
No prob.
The extra key was right where
old Jim said it would be.
- Old dead Jim.
- Yeah, well we're not gonna
end up like Jim, you hear me?
Let's just get his cash
and, babe, we are history.
(suspenseful b*at music)
- This is a big garage.
- Yeah, a little too big.
- I wonder where they keep their money.
- Yeah, good question.
A little too good.
(menacing music)
(growling)
We're never gonna find this
money if we don't split up.
I'm gonna go check over here.
You go check over there.
Just check around, okay?
- This place is creepy.
I don't wanna go there by myself.
- Jus do as I told you, okay?
Go, go ahead.
(suspenseful music)
(growling)
(ominous music)
(growling)
(thudding)
(groaning)
(screaming)
(growling)
(ominous music)
(garage door rattling)
(screaming)
(suspenseful music)
(screaming)
- Help!
Somebody!
No!
No, help!
Help!
(growling)
(growling)
(ominous b*at music)
(squelching)
- Police!
Hands in the air!
(screeching)
(body thudding)
- Oh sh*t!
(growling)
(groaning)
(snarling)
- Well, looky here.
Aren't you in the wrong
neighborhood, little girl?
Looks like I missed
the start of the party.
Why don't you show me
where the guests are going?
Get in the car, witch!
- Yes, Mr. Churchman.
(suspenseful music)
(foreboding music)
(frogs croaking)
(crickets chirping)
(ominous music)
- Don't be afraid, Frank.
He won't bite you.
- Cap?
Wha?
- The voodoo woman explained it to me
on the way over, Frank.
She made this kid a zombie
so it would avenge itself
against its murderers
and avenge her against me.
- Against you?
- It's a long and sad old story, Frank.
From before I was on the force.
A very sad story.
- He k*lled this boy's father
for trying to save my life.
- That's true, Frank,
but you see, zombies loose their energy
after they revenge themselves.
So there will be nobody around
to revenge old Molly Mokembe.
This case is closed, Frank.
(g*nsh*t booming)
(ominous music)
(growling)
- This is the last evil
you will do on Earth,
Mr. Churchman.
(foreboding music)
(growling)
(growling)
(steam hissing)
(suspenseful music)
(booming)
(frogs croaking)
- [Frank] What're you gonna do now, Cap?
You gonna k*ll me too?
- I've got no choice, Frank.
Come on, Frank, take it like a man!
(growling)
(g*nshots booming)
(suspenseful music)
(roaring)
- Churchman!
(g*nsh*t booming)
(gasping)
- Frank!
Help!
Frank! Frank!
Help!
(growling)
Frank! Frank!
Help me, Frank!
(growling)
Frank!
k*ll me!
k*ll me, Frank!
Frank!
(roaring)
(dramatic music)
("Zombie Life" by Knighthawk)
Zombie life
Zombie life
Turn the night time off
The pain never seems to cease
Every night I'm calling let me be
You tell me anything
Everything you need
I'm begging you to set me free
Speed up, slow down
Get high, go down
Let me take your love
You can take my soul
You can take my heart
You can take my pride, zombie life
You can take my soul
You can take my heart
You can take my pride, zombie life
Zombie life
In the night I tell you anything I see
Creatures begging on their knees
I've had illusions
about everyone I know
They won't help to set me free
Speed it up, slow it down
Get high, go down
They can't take your love away
You can take my soul
You can take my heart
You can take my pride, zombie life
You can take my soul
You can take my heart
You can take my pride, zombie life
Life, life
(exciting rock music)
Zombie Nightmare (1986)
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