04x06 - Old Haunts in the New Age

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Wait in the house.

Who's a good boy?

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THEME SONG: We never
thought of finding

a place where we belong.

Don't have to stay alone,
we'll never let you fall.

Don't need permission to
decide what you believe.

I said jump down on Jump Street.

I said jump down on Jump Street.

Your friends will be there
when your back is to the wall.

You'll find you'll
need us because there's

no one else to call.

When it was hopeless a
decision is what you need.

You better be ready
to, be ready to jump.

Jump Street.

Complete metamorphosis is
characteristic of beetles,

butterflies and moths,
flies, and wasps.

Their life cycle includes
four stages, egg, larva, pupa,

and adult. The
change to the adult

occurs during the inactive
non feeding pupal stage.

At this time, the larva
undergoes a transformation

in which the larval
tissues break down

and adult structures are formed.

Let us watch as a
caterpillar metamorphosis

into a beautiful
monarch butterfly.

There's death in the chapel.

Hey, yo, Harry, do you want
to hand me that screwdriver?

I found some of these missing
pipes in the basement.

Hey, Sal, you're not going
to try to restore this heap,

are you?

Heap?

Man, when I'm done this babe's
gonna totally blow you away.

Harry, hammer.

Harry, you didn't
happen to get that--

Here's that ad you
were looking for.

That's so weird.

How did you know I was
going to ask for that?

You've only been asking him
about it every five minutes.

Does anybody want
to get in on that,

Crazy Teddy's grand opening.

Doug, that store is
way the hell on Fairmont.

I know, but they got good
car stereos for only $ .

They're going to have
fireworks, free hot dogs,

even Sprinkles the Clown.

Sprinkles, really?

Hanson, there's something
strange in your report.

What is it, you ask?

It doesn't contain
any new information

except for the brand of
lighter fluid this guy prefers.

Maybe it's some guy who has a
grudge against his high school.

Who doesn't have a grudge
against their school?

The marquee was this guy's
fourth target in three weeks.

Now we need to find this
guy before he manages

to burn down the whole place.

Captain, there was
something strange.

There's death in the chapel.

Oh, yeah, that.

Oh, yeah, that?

Oh, yeah, that?

Very weird, Captain.

This girl, and out of
nowhere, looks up and says

there's death in the chapel.

What does she mean?

I don't know.

She meant death, like
end of life, like bye bye,

like arrivederci.

In the chapel?

So it doesn't necessarily
mean one of you guys?

Look, Tom, could you
have blown your cover?

She used a couple
of heavy symbols,

like death and church
could mean anything.

There's something weird,
and it don't look good.

Can we help you, gentlemen?

We were contracted
by the Environmental

Protection Agency.

We need to check around
for possible contamination

by toxic waste dumped by the
Protochem Chemical Plant.

I haven't heard anything.

It happened years ago.

Well, it's good to see you
guys are right on top of it.

This waste, will it
have any effect on us?

Beams on.

There is death in the chapel.

Oh, no.

Piece of crap.

OK, where are you?

[rumbling]

[radio playing]

Abducted?

Yeah, it was long and thick in
the middle, had rounded edges,

looked like a hot dog.

It was fatter than that.

It was kind of
like a knackwurst.

A knackwurst?

This beam of light
come down on me, right?

I wake up, it's
o'clock in the morning.

I'm looking around
for puncture wounds

because I think they got me with
their surgical tools, you know?

Sort of, but, Doug, come on.

You can't be serious.

It happens to be a
very common occurrence.

You could write a
bestseller about this stuff.

You know, I don't
know how they did it,

but I think they moved my navel.

The space brothers
probed your belly button?

No, not probed.

They moved it.

It used to be here,
and now it's here.

Why'd they do such a thing?

It's a mystery.

This means something.

I don't think we're
going to be able to nail

this guy unless we
know where he's going

to strike beforehand,
and then just be

sitting there waiting for him.

Oh.

Look, Doug, there's the
tires, the burn marks.

Here's the traffic sign.

Even the gasoline burn pattern.

Hey, hey, hey, what is this?

I got it from that
girl Dory yesterday.

She drew it.
- Oh, man.

Well, you don't gotta be psychic
to know we're both thinking

the same thing on this one.
- That's right.

She's a psychic.

She's the arsonist.

And you say she drew
this the day before?

Oh, Hanson, you gotta admit.

I'm not listening.

Come on, didn't she
predict death in the chapel?

I mean, even we didn't
know about the toxic waste.

She's two for two.

One for two.

Bad news, there's no toxic
waste under the chapel.

Even still, there's been some
pretty weird stuff going on.

Very weird.

We said that at the same time.

Whoa.

I'm going to go look
for some more organ pipes.

I'm going to go help.

What sayest you about
that, oh Merlin?

What you got, Sally?

I don't know.

Check down that hole.

Any pipes?

Tom, I think I've
got to sit down.

Yikes.

This obviously isn't recent.

The pine box, the clothing
suggest a formal burial.

I'm sure with a
little investigation

we can find an explanation.

Put the floorboard back, Sal.

I ain't going nowhere
near that damn thing.

I've opened up a curse.

How do we
investigate a spirit?

Call Shirley MacLaine?

You know, I've been
thinking, and you're right.

The only way to
get this arsonist

is to be there
before he gets there.

So we should go
talk to the girl.

No.

I think we're going
to have to take

night shifts at the school.

I'll go tonight.

You tomorrow.

We would like to
speak to the person

buried beneath the chapel.

Are you here?

Is there a curse on Blowfish?

Wait a second, one
question at a time.

Oh, come on, this
all knowing spirit

can communicate
from the other side,

psychokinetically move
your hands around,

but he can't answer two
lousy questions at once?

Harry, come on.

All right, my
arms are k*lling me.

I knock them off two at
a time on my driver's test.

Sal, sh, concentrate.

I got one.

Are you a spirit
from another planet?

Another planet?

Go on, get a clue.

Can the specter in
the chapel speak to us?

Y-A-Y-A.

Hey, ya.

Ya means yes.

I'm passing some
major bricks here.

Ya.

Ya.

Ya.

Are you Swedish?

Can you spell your name?

Y-A-T-E-S.

Yates.

What the hell is this?

We're communicating
with to beyond, Captain.

The skeleton in the
basement is named Yates.

Were you m*rder*d?

Oh my god.

Yates, this is Fuller.

I need to know why
are my officers

acting like a bunch of wienies?

You scared him off.

OK, I know what you're going
to say, the thing about chapel,

it was totally out of
left field, so I'm sorry.

Which you predicted.

Just forget it.

What were you doing
here last night?

The same thing you were.

I'm not the one torching this
place so just leave me alone.

Is this a premonition?

I'm not a freak.

Nobody said that.

Cards on the table.

We each have these--

oh, god, this is--

we each have feelings
about each other.

Grow up.

Not in a horny way,
senses, suspicions.

So like you sense like
psychic energy coming from us?

Come on, you didn't
draw this because of us.

You know the guy who's
starting these fires.

Well, not exactly.

I don't want to sound like
an actress on a talk show,

but I feel energies,
images, I guess.

I don't know what they are at
first, but then they happen.

You are a psychic?

OK, you know my
secret, and I know yours.

You're cops.
- We're not--

What makes you--

I won't say nothing.

I want you to catch this guy.

I need you to.

The pictures, the
feelings, are so sick.

I don't want them,
but I have no control.

You know, I think
I know a way that we

can both help each other.

This area is charged
with paranormal energy.

It will help her get in touch.

You feeling anything, Dory?

Yeah, cold.

You know, there are
some areas on earth

that are more
receptive than others

to this kind of phenomena,
like the pyramids

or the Bermuda Triangle.

Las Vegas, I
feel things there.

Didn't you ever feel anything
that was totally unexplainable?

Well, last year I was
in this bowling alley,

and I'm pretty sure the guy
on the next lane was Elvis.

Did he keep dropping
the ball on his windup?

No, he was buttering
a pastrami sandwich

and scratching
his stomach a lot.

Don't encourage him.

He doesn't understand.

Neither do I. I don't
think I want to understand.

Why not?

I don't know.

Afraid.

Did you always see things?

When I was younger, I saw
this image of this big man,

important like, he kept
getting hit here with a hammer.

I told my mother and she
said I was being silly.

A week later, Reagan was
sh*t, and he said it was

like being hit with a hammer.

Ever since, I tried to shut
it out, but lately, it's--

If this thing is
your gift or whatever,

why do you want to shut it out?

You tell me.

Why do you question
being an officer?

Wow.

You can see that?

Anyone can see that just
by opening their eyes.

[rumbling]

This is it.

They're here.

The space brothers are here.

Hello?

Hey.

Hey.

We mean you no harm.

Aliens travel six light years
to get a good deal on a car

stereo, believe it or not.

Oh my god.

A blimp.

I can't believe it.

You're never going to let
me live this down, are you?

Doug, you're psychic.

Oh, man, leave me alone.

Oh.

Oh, he's there.

It's dark.

There's a field, a
wooden field, I think.

There's-- there's lines,
a lot of long wooden

planks at an angle like this.

Bleachers?

Yes.

Yeah, on fire.

We have to go now.

He's there.
Please.

OK.
The school, right?

All right, guys,
where's the fire?

OK, since the
city's kept records,

there's been about
, residents

named Yates, four perished
under mysterious circumstances.

Mysterious--

Circumstances.

Yeah.

Two were husband and
wife, m*rder su1c1de.

The third was poisoned.

But the fourth--

Oh, man.

Lawrence Yates, a summer camp
counselor, and a known child

molester with this obsession
for his dead mother

escaped from a mental home.

His rampage of crime was
so heinous that a lynch

mob hung him without trial.

His remains are buried
in parts unknown.

[laughter]

Do you still believe
in that psychic crap?

After what happened last night?

You know, you're the type
who doesn't think that there's

anything out there when
he's standing at the edge

of the Grand Canyon.

Uh-huh.

And you're the type who
sees aliens piloting blimps

to Crazy Teddy's Car Stereo.

He told you.

You know, and I
resent what you said.

I can be spiritual without
resorting to hocus pocus.

Look, if this girl
sees the arsonist

without the help of the other
world, then you talk to her.

Otherwise, she
remains a suspect.

OK.

Fine.

Goodnight, people.

Guys, I have no
patience for hysteria.

I don't care if it's Halloween.

I don't care if the dead
are walking the earth.

No more antics in this chapel.

No more Ouija
boards, no more palm

reading, no tarot
cards, no divining

rods, no healing crystals.

Matter of fact, I
don't want to see even

a Marshall Brodien card trick.

Am I understood?

No hocus pocus.

[strange vocalizations]

I looked that way once after
an especially gnarly chili dog.

Sh.

He needs to concentrate.

A channeler's gotta raise
the vibrations of the souls.

What for?

$ a sh*t.

To telepathically link up
with other consciousness.

Ah.

He's trying to find
Yates, so we can communicate

Yates roams the world
in internal unrest.

Good modern being
of light, I am Zombo,

lord of the blue
ray, primary energy

in the kingdom of Atlantis.

My friends, what is your quest?

We wish to transverse
with the being called Yates.

Thank you.

I will grant your
request, my dear.

He's changing consciousness.

Damn, I had a
question about Atlantis.

Greeting, we are the
winds of the cosmos.

If you wish to crossover
over to the abyss,

you must learn to speak in
tones, tonal enhancement.

Put your hands over
your aural canals.

Let your voice create tone.

Yates will come to you now.

[humming]

Tones.

I am the Yates you seek.

The one we've disturbed
beneath the chapel?

The same.

I got a curse on
me, take it off.

Have we caused
you any suffering?

There is a pain in this area.

The lynching?

Yes.

My neck.

Is your soul mournful?

Yee yee yee yee.

Yee yee yee yee yee yee pope.

Yee yee yee.

Yee yee pope.

I don't believe it.

Yeah, neither do I. Give
them back their money, Yates.

The llama is a domestic
animal, not known

to exist in the wild state.

They appear to have
been domesticated

during or before the
Inca Indian civilization.

The llama is primarily
a pack animal,

but it's also
valuable as a source

of food, wool, hides,
tallow for candles,

and dried dung for fuel.

When exhausted,
it will lay down,

hiss, spit, kick,
and refuse to move.

Hey, what are we looking for?

That.

This bag over here, would you.

How did you know?

I smelled the gas.

Finally, some real evidence.

Hey, Dory.

Candle in that bag,
it's his, isn't it?

No.

It's my lunch.

It's my lunch.

We checked the file of all
known arsonists in the area

and not one of the
fingerprints match.

We're back where we started.

No, we still have
a main suspect.

Who?

Read my mind.

Dory?

You're just going to keep
picking on her, aren't ya?

Look, it was her drawing
that made me go to that room.

You didn't tell me that.

That's because I've
had it up to here

with this psychic doo-doo.

Why is it so hard for
you to believe that maybe,

possibly, she could
predict the future?

Because there is no future.

What does that mean?

It hasn't happened yet,
and I believe that I have

some say in how it happens.

What about how she
knew that the candle

was in the paper bag?

Maybe it was her candle.

Yeah, well,
that's a good point.

You admit that this
arsonist is eventually going

to end up hurting somebody.

Yes.

Well, you know, so
far, we're nowhere

and Dory was getting
some serious vibes

off of that candle.

All right.

Go to her with the candle,
but not the candle.

You mean, like to test to
see if she really is psychic?

No, I mean like to
get her fingerprints,

and see if they match.

He goes to this school.

He's got brown hair, sad.

He doesn't like the fires.

He's-- I don't know, hurt, sad.

Like he can't help it.

I think he does it
because he gets--

he feels control over others.

Is there a name or a place?

I want to stop.

Please, Dory, this
is very important.

I'm scared.

He's scared.

I am.

I see fire, running devils,
deformed faces, frightened.

Where?

People.

Fire.

He's there.

You're there.

What happened?

No more.

I'm stopping now.

What did you see?

I saw you dead.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Oh, it's the lab.

Oh, how nice.

Oh.

Oh, OK.

Thank you.

Dori's fingerprints
didn't match.

It's not her.

Oh, great.
I'm dead.

Oh, Penhall, will you stop it.

Listen, it's not even
the right candle.

Yeah, you're probably right.

She doesn't know what
she's talking about.

Where you going?

I'm going to go put
my things in order.

Need some help?

No.

The bleachers, a wooden field.

Remember that night?

Yeah.

Well, maybe I was wrong about
the time and not the images.

Look, I don't blame
you for not believing.

Even I don't want to.

So just don't listen to me.

Dory, how did you
see Penhall die?

Look, I don't believe
in this stuff,

but I also can't
explain your drawings.

And now there's this
thing about Doug

and I just don't want
to take any chances.

I think it's
tonight, the bleachers.

The devils burning.

There must be kids in costume.

I saw Doug severely b*rned.

He was wrapped in a black
material like a coat or a cape.

[organ music]

Hey, Sal.

Sal!

Yeah?

Hey.

Did everybody leave already?

No, Judy's changing and--

Ho.

Wow.

Judy, you look great.

I always knew it.

(SINGING) You're the
devil in disguise.

Oh my god That's very good.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Hey, can we help you?

Are you talking to me?

Hanson?

Someday a real rain will
come and wash away the scum,

the pimps, the screw heads.

De Niro.

"Taxi Driver."

Good evening.

Oh, that's great, Penhall.

Hey, are you
Bela Lugosi Dracula

or Christopher Lee Dracula?

I'm Count Chocula.

You're going to
have to change.

Why?
It's a classic outfit.

There's going to be
about Dracula's there.

No way.

Listen, you're not going
to be able to wear this.

You're going to have to change.

What's wrong with you?

All right,
everybody, listen up.

I got some news you
won't want to hear.

Since it's Halloween, I thought
it might be appropriate.

My name is Father
Alex, I am an historian

for various ministry's
in this area.

A century and a half ago, a
house stood near this spot,

about yards to the west.

A Protestant minister
and his wife lived there.

They had built it as part
of an Underground Railroad

to help slaves escape
during the Civil w*r.

In , on May the th, the
house mysteriously b*rned down

and the minister was
k*lled in his sleep.

When the community
organized to build a church,

they saw this minister to be
the very seed of their faith.

His wife donated the
land and suggested

that her husband be
buried below the chapel

to be its spiritual foundation.

In the Depression, this chapel
was turned into a mission,

and the minister's remains
apparently were neglected.

Forgotten.

I believe the curse
has been lifted.

What was the minister's name?

Reverend Jacob Gwynne.

Hm.

Then who is Yates?

Thank you, Father.

Maybe you
shouldn't go tonight.

Again with this thing.
What is this?

I just-- I think, I think
this is what she saw you in.

Saw?

Oh, you mean like, saw.

Well, you know, I've been
thinking about what you said

before, and I think I have a say
in how the future is written,

so you know, I'm going to go.

[music - "monster mash"]

I was working in the
lab late on night when

my eyes beheld an eerie sight.

For my monster from his slab
began to rise, and suddenly,

to my surprise, he did the
mash, he did the monster mash.

The monster mash.

It was a graveyard smash.

He did the mash.

It caught on in a flash.

He did the mash.

He did the monster mash.

From my laboratory in the castle
east to the master bedroom

where the vampires
feast, the ghouls all

came from their humble abodes to
get a jolt from my electrodes.

they did the mash.

They did the monster mash.

The monster mash.

It was a graveyard smash.

You don't know anybody
by the name of Iris?

You know Iris.

What are you talking about?

You talking to me?

Stop quoting that movie, man.

Hey, Dory.

Doug, you shouldn't be here.

Don't start with me.

I wasn't put on this earth just
to be taken out in a Prince

of Darkness costume.

I'm gonna go take a look around.

You told him?

Just a little.

It's all right, he's a big guy,
he can take care of himself.

Oh, man, look at that.

Do you have a lighter?

A match right here.

Somebody stole the candle.

Hey.

Help!

Help!

Help!

Hey, there's a fire.

Hanson, grab
that extinguisher.

Help!

Go.

You, call .

The rest of you people,
clear this room now.

Let me out.

Come on, there's a fire.

Help!

Doug.

No, it's not Doug,
and he's not dead.

Hey, that's that dork, Allen.

Leave him alone.

It's OK, Allen.

We're going to get you help.

Doug, I've never
been so relieved

to be wrong about something.

Hey, hey, now, don't jinx me.

I'm still in the costume.

I always questioned
what I saw until that kid

was laying there.

The look on his face.

I knew he couldn't
help what he was doing.

Yeah, I saw that too.

You think now that this
is over your visions are

going to stop?

What am I, a fortune teller?

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