Wait in the house.
Who's a good boy?
[music playing]
[sirens]
[theme music]
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.
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.
21 Jump Street.
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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 $50.
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?
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 15 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 2 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 killing 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.
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 murdered?
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 shot, 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.
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 2,000 residents
named Yates, four perished under mysterious circumstances.
Mysterious--
Circumstances.
Yeah.
Two were husband and wife, murder suicide.
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?
$75 a shot.
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.
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 burned.
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 100 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 40 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 War.
In 1888, on May the 14th, the house mysteriously burned down
and the minister was killed 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!
Hey, there's a fire.
Hanson, grab that extinguisher.
Help!
Go.
You, call 911.
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?
[theme music]