Nightmare Beach (1989) - full transcript

Diablo is a biker gang leader executed for the murder of a young woman. A year after his death, it's time for Spring Break. Football players Skip and Ronnie head to the beach, where Skip meets Gail, the sister of the woman who was murdered a year ago. All the fun and glory of Spring Break, however, is about to turn into a living nightmare when a mysterious person in a biker outfit begins to kill people by electrocution. Could it be that Diablo has returned from the dead?

[wind whistling]

[footsteps echoing]

- I didn't kill your sister, bitch!

I'll see you in hell, Strycher!

- Edward Diablo Santor,

the state stands ready to
execute you as charged.

Do you have any last words?

- I've been framed,

but I'll come back to get even!

- Let us pray for your soul.

- Pray for your own goddamn soul.

- Oh, Lord, please forgive this sinner

who fell victim to the demons inside him.

[clock ticking]


May the Lord have mercy on you.

- This is Warden Jones.

Is there any reason why the execution

of Edward Diablo Santor
cannot be carried out?

Thank you.

[door closing]

[chair buzzing]

[door closing]

♪ When you're messin'
with bad girls like me ♪

♪ We're naughty but nice J"

♪ Take my body ♪

♪ Take it good J"

♪ Take the shape I'm in ♪

♪ Treat me like a real man should ♪

♪ See my big baby blues ♪

♪ The best place to start J"

♪ But baby, please J"

♪ Don't take my heart ♪

♪ Take my body ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Take it good J"

♪ Take the shape I'm in ♪

♪ Treat me like a real man should ♪

♪ See my big baby blues ♪

♪ The best place to start J"

♪ But baby, please J"

♪ Don't take my heart ♪

♪ When you move with
the beat of the night ♪

♪ Don't leave a trace ♪

♪ Like a dog to the bone ♪

♪ Wear your perfume and lace ♪

♪ Now, I'm into respect J"

♪ So hear my advice ♪

♪ When you're messin'
with bad girls like me ♪

♪ We're naughty but nice J"

♪ Take my body ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Take it good J"

♪ Take the shape I'm in ♪

♪ Treat me like a real man should ♪

♪ See my big baby blues ♪

♪ The best place to start J"

♪ But baby, please J"

IOoh ♪

♪ Don't take my heart ♪

Do it ♪

♪ Do it like you mean it ♪

♪ Feel it ♪

♪ Oh, feel the beat J"

♪ Rock and roll us every day ♪

♪ Movin' the blues away ♪


♪ Take my body ♪

♪ Take it real slow ♪

♪ Take the shape I'm in ♪

♪ I'll teach you things
that you should know ♪

- [Man] Hey, thanks for the lift.

- Hey, you owe us $10 for gas.

- No problem.


- Bye.

- Hey, my wallet's gone.



- Hey, there's Dolores.

Hey, man.


- Lost lambs.


- [Kid] Hey, girl!

- [Loomis] How'd it go?

- Like Julia Child roastin' a turkey.

- At least that's over with.

Just keep an eye on his biker buddies.

And remember, no excessive force?

- [Reverend] Rachael, I
thought we agreed you'd stay

with your Aunt Agnes.

- Aunt Agnes is a senile, old drag.

Daddy, I want to have fun.

- You young people shouldn't be poisoning

your bodies with alcohol.

- Welcome to spring break,

the annual migration of the idiot.

[rock music]

IAII night till then ♪

♪ I'm gonna wade in it ♪

♪ You know I'm so on fire ♪

♪ Oh, come on higher, you
were the flame in it ♪

- Check it out.

♪ And now it feels so good J"

♪ When you want it so bad ♪

♪ I think I know ♪

- I've got a very nice room for you.

It's lined with mirrors.

- What?

Why do you think I need mirrors?

. Sorry-

- Thank you.

♪ I just want some, do
when you do what you do ♪

♪ Baby ♪

How'd you like that doin'
squats on your tool?

- Do you have a reservation?

- Ronnie Rivera and the Skip Banacek.

- You look familiar.


Yeah, you're the guy who threw
that last-minute interception

at the Orange Bowl.

Blew the national championship.

[clearing throat]

- Still kind of a sore point.

- Damn, I thought you had that game won.

♪ Feel so good ♪

[rock music]


[all murmuring]


- Ha.

Fooled ya!

' YOU jerk!

- Oh.

What's the matter?

You can't take a joke?

- Huh.

Not bad, eh, Skipper?


[clicking tongue]


Don't let it bum you out.

By this time next year,
nobody'll even remember

who played the damn game.

- I Will.

- Look, buddy.

You gotta bury your dead.

That's the whole idea
for coming here, huh?

One week of nonstop partying
guaranteed to blow away

so many brain cells, you
won't even remember your name!

- Quit acting like such a kid.

- Hey, remember when we found
where our Easter baskets

were hidden, and we ate all the candy?

- How could I forget?

We were grounded for a week.

- I want every one of these
used by sunrise, Easter morning,

or I'm telling the whole
school you're a bender.

"It's alive!"

Beaver scouting patrol
leaves in five minutes!


[door closing]

[siren wailing]

- What's this bullshit
about body-snatching?

- Somebody bought the caretaker,

made off with Diablo's stiff.

- How long ago?

- Sometime last night.

Caretaker was fillin' in with dirt

after the Demons gave him a big funeral.

- We don't have enough worries,
with this ghoulish nonsense.

- Probably some drunk breakers,

thinkin' it's a fun trick.

- [Man] Sick.

- Diablo's biker buddies.

- [Reverend] He vowed he was coming back.

- What do you mean?

- Those were his last words.

- What are you doing here, Reverend?

- Visiting my wife's grave.

- We don't need any
spook talk goin' around.

- I'll take care of those bikers.

Leave them to me.

- [Girl] Please, are
you going to the beach?

- Whoa, come on!

Jump in, let's go.

- [Girl] Thanks so much.

- Whoa!

_ Hey, stop!

Hey, stop!

[vehicle approaching]

- Hi, you going to Manatee Beach?

You from around here?

[engine revving]

[heavy rock music]

Hey, look.

Maybe you should pull over.

I wanna get off!

Let me off this thing!

I wanna get off this thing!

[tires screeching]

[electricity zapping]


[motorcycle departing]

[heavy rock music]

♪ We made bad love ♪

♪ Do it to me for a
little heaven tonight ♪

♪ Gonna party slow, girl
If it takes all night ♪

♪ Come on and take a chance ♪

♪ Let's make bad love so right ♪


- Hey!

- Sorry, dude.

- Damn you, damn idiot!

[heavy rock music]

♪ Oh, watch me explode ♪

- Hey, biker parking only.

- I didn't see any sign.

- I'm it.

Now move that toy before I trash it.

_ Get a grip.

- Hey, chill out.

Look, we don't want
any trouble, all right?

- Outta here, before I waste 'em.

_ FIG)'-

Stuff this, leatherhead.

[siren approaching]

- Okay, beat it.

Come on, scram, get outta here.

You and your mutts are
barred from the beach

until after spring break.

- You can't bar us.

This is our hangout.

- Not until after Easter.

Get your asses outta here
before I haul you all in!

Show 'em how.

[fingers snapping]

You wouldn't happen to know
who snatched Diablo's body,

would ya?

Yeah, I watched him fry.

He stank, just like burning garbage.

- You dirty son of a bitch!

You framed him, just,

you stinkin' pig!

- Go ahead, let him go.

I'll be happy to put
him out of his misery.

- You'll get yours, Pig-

[fingers snapping]

[heavy rock music]

♪ I never would for the crowd tonight J"

♪ You wanna box in the cold moonlight ♪

♪ I love to watch you
when you shake your tail ♪

♪ Get ready I'm on your trail ♪

♪ I've got some lovin'
with your name on it ♪

- I love it!

- This must be what heaven's like.

♪ Get ready J"

♪ Ready to play ♪

♪ Ain't nothin' gonna come
between me and my love ♪

♪ Get ready, put your heart on the line ♪

- [Ronnie] Yo, babe!

- Hold on.

What can I get you?

- Two shots of 151 rum,
a couple of beer chasers,

and your phone number.

- Light or dark beer?

- Light, like your eyes.

You know, you'd be a lot
prettier if you'd smile more.

Death in the family.

To brain damage!

♪ Ain't nothing gonna come
between me and my love ♪

♪ Get ready J"

- Beaver patrol, hold the fort.

♪ You can't, you can't hide ♪

- Hi, what's your name?

♪ So give it up, baby ♪

♪ It just got good ♪

- [Rachael] Hi, you're cute.

Wanna take a walk with me?

- No, thanks.

- Come on.

I'll be real good to you.


- Hey, don't you want that beer?

- No, thanks.

♪ I got some lovin' with your name on it ♪

♪ I see the fire and
the look in your eyes ♪

♪ My kind of lovin' is
a lesson you learn ♪

♪ So what We're gonna burn ♪

♪ Burn, burn, burn ♪

[engine starting]

- Excuse me, sir.

Do you have a quarter so
that I can call my parents?

I hate to ask, but my
pocketbook was stolen.

- Oh, sure.

Sure, honey.

Gotta be careful with all these
wild kids around here, huh?

- Oh, thank you.

You're a very kind person.

- Yeah, tell me, what school do you go to?

- I had to drop out.

See, my parents lost their
business and now I have to work.

- Oh, that's too bad.

I was studying to be a doctor.

I wanted to help all the
poor people in our town.

- Oh, that's a pitiful shame, really.

- Thank you.

Have a nice night.

- Yeah, now, wait a minute.

You see, maybe if we, uh,

you talk to me about it, we
can come up with a solution.

- Well, you've been kind enough already.

- Oh, I'm only too glad too help.

All right.

There you go.


[bells chiming]

[vehicle approaching]

[people chattering]

- Bye!

- Where have you been?

- Out, with friends.

- You've been drinking and acting lewd.

_ I'm 18.

I can do what I want.

- Don't you care about your soul?

- Look, I'm sick of being
judged by your stupid morality!

Just stay out of my life and
let me worry about my own soul.

[door opening]

- Hah, yes, sir.

Now that should be carrying you through

the whole next semester, huh?

- I don't know how to thank you.

- Well, you just get your degree

and help all those poor people.

- I will, I will.

- All right.

Bye-bye, darlin'.

- Bye.


- So, you're biology majors.

So am I.

- Really, what school?

- School o' hard knocks.


- Shark, shark!

Shark, shark!

- Get outta the way!

Watch it!

- [Man] A great white dorsal fin!

[gun firing]

- Don't shoot, don't shoot!

- You moron!

Don't ever pull that again!

- It was a joke!

Can't anybody take a joke?

[all jeering]

- What a horse's ass.

I'm going for a burger.

My wallet's missing!

- Mine too!

- Banacek!


Got us in a game of touch.

- Not interested.

- Stop being such a wank.

- Hey, I saw you in Sports Illustrated.

Tough luck about the Orange Bowl.

- I'm gonna go.

- Yeah, right.

[heavy rock music]

♪ Sweet smellin' perfume,
skinny and mean ♪

♪ She's the kind of girl
that could make you scream ♪

- All right!

♪ The girl with the red dress on ♪

♪ The girl with the red dress red dress ♪

♪ She's got a face of an angel
and a body that screams ♪

♪ mean 'n nasty J"

- Yeah, baby!

♪ Little girl, she's finding herself ♪

♪ That's how to make the good times roll J"

♪ Little girl's actin'
mean and nasty now ♪

♪ Little girl's got a nasty habit ♪

♪ Gotta get her rock 'n roll ♪

♪ The little girl's actin'
mean and nasty now ♪

♪ mean 'n nasty J"

♪ Take you or leave you ♪

♪ She got you where she wants you ♪

♪ Let's spend the night together ♪

♪ We'll make it last forever ♪

- Look, Skipper.

Anybody can throw five
interceptions in one game.

Testaverde, Elway, Marino.

- Doesn't matter.

I'm through with football.

- Get outta here.

You're a shoo-in to get
drafted in the first round.

- You don't understand.

All I ever wanted was to lead us

to the national championship,

and I blew it.

- Oh, here comes the snub queen.

- Hey, nice ass!


[heavy smacking]

- You're eighty-six!

Get outta here!

- [Man] Bitch.

- Tragic waste of bod.

Two more beers.

- Goin' back to the room.

- Come on, buddy.

Don't wimp on me.

It's not even dark yet.

And what about all those rubbers?

- I'm sure you'll need all of them.

- Okay, go ahead.

Be a drag.

Just do me one favor.

- What?

- Remind me to call my mom tomorrow.

It's her birthday, and, uh, I
plan to be brain-dead by then.

[clearing throat]

♪ Gonna party slow, girl
if it takes all night ♪

♪ Come on and take a chance
Let's make bad love so right ♪

[clearing throat]

♪ We make bad love so right J"

- He needs someone warm
and sympathetic to, uh,

drill his brains out.

- Well, I didn't know they
taught pimping in college.

♪ Let's make bad love so right ♪

- Lezzie.

- Well, every year we
play host to over 100,000

of our country's finest young people.

- How many casualties
have there been so far?

- Oh, just a few scrapes
and bruises, right, Chief?

- What about the breaker
they found murdered

outside the county line?

- Well, that's out of our jurisdiction.

[sirens approaching]

Make sure you get a good
shot of our new city hall.

We're mighty proud of it.

- Thank you.

Excuse me.

I'd like to know what's
going on here, please.

Could you hold him for
the camera for a minute?

What happened to this boy?

- Now, you be sure to put this

to your law school tuition, honey.

- Oh, I will.

[heavy rock music]

♪ We're come over ♪

♪ To get you ♪

- Howdy.

Wanna get naked?

- [Girl] Get lost, dickhead.

- Hi.



You wanna get sloppy.

You want to bum short hairs.

I'm Ronnie Rivera,
all-conference wide receiver.

- Gimme a break, Jerk.

- Hey, stud.

- What's shakin', mama?

- You and me, babe.

- All right!

Your place or mine?

- I've got a place where we
can party ourselves blind.

- Whoo!

Bring it on!


- Come on, baby.

. Okay-




You gorgeous thing, you.

You don't worry about
getting any diseases,

'cause I got raincoats.



- What are you doing with my old lady?

- Nothin'.

- Then what are them rubbers for?

- Easter presents.

- I don't like guys who
try to put the horns on me.

- Then you shouldn't have
such a horny old lady.

- Well, we're gonna have
to teach you some manners.


[heavy rock music]

♪ You're like an animal J"

♪ You're like an animal J"

- Those are some nasty
cuts you got there, honey.


[engines revving]



[heavy rock music]

- You son of a bitch!

Come on, biker punk.

Just you and me.

I'll kick your ass!

[electricity zapping]


[Crying out]

- What the hell could've happened to him?

- He spilled booze on
himself and went up in smoke.

- These burn marks match the ones

on the murdered hitchhiker.

- Aw, Jesus.

Serial murders during
spring break could ruin us.

- Well, there were some
motorcycle tracks in the alley.

Maybe it was Diablo.

- That's not funny.

Diablo is dead.

You saw him executed.

Right, Doc?

- Well, there was no
heartbeat when I checked him,

but there have been documented cases

where a massive shock can cause a

catatonic, almost death-like state

that can last for several hours.

- Are you saying it's
possible Diablo's still alive?

- I'm saying there's a remote possibility.

- Aw, Jesus.


Are you sure nobody else saw the body?

- It was hid behind a dumpster.

- Why don't you give him
a nice private funeral

out by the old phosphate mine?

- You know I can lose my
license by not reporting this?

- Do this little favor for me,

and I'll overlook all the pills you give

your pretty beach boys.


- [Man Over Radio] Chief, we got a 5-11

at Sunnybrook Mall.

- 10-4.

Breakers running naked through the Kmart.

- Christ!

[heavy rock music]


- Gimme a beer, quick.

- You have to wait your turn.

- I can't take this anymore.

- Oh, my God!

- What's the matter?

Can't you take a joke?

- That's not funny.

- Excuse me?

- I'm sorry, it's just been a crazy day.

- That's okay.

I'm looking for my friend.

Have you seen him?

- No, not since last night.

He got pretty drunk after you left.

- I need to find him and
remind him to call his mom.

- Well, I'll tell him if I see him.

- Thanks a lot.

- Bye.

- Wait.

Hey, someone swiped our dough!

Son of a bitch!

[heavy rock music]

♪ Sweet smellin' perfume,
skinny and mean ♪

♪ She's the kind of girl
that could make you scream ♪

♪ The girl with the red dress on ♪

♪ The girl with the red dress red dress ♪

♪ She's got a face of an angel
and a body that screams ♪

♪ mean 'n nasty J"

♪ Little girl, she's finding herself ♪

♪ That's how to make the good times roll J"

♪ Little girl's actin'
mean and nasty now ♪

♪ Little girl's got a nasty habit ♪

♪ Gotta get her rock 'n roll ♪

♪ The little girl's actin'
mean and nasty now ♪

♪ mean 'n nasty J"

♪ Take you or leave you ♪

♪ She got you where she wants you ♪

- Excuse me.

Where did you get that medal?

- From my old man.

- That looks just like my friend's medal.

- What a coincidence.

[door closing]

[engine starting]

[heavy rock music]

♪ We're coming over J"

♪ To get you ♪

♪ Yeah ♪


- Don't breathe, punk.

Hey, this college puke was spying on us!

- He followed me from the beach.

- I'm looking for my friend.

That's his medal.

- You calling my old lady a thief?

- Look, just tell me where
my friend is, all right?

- We ain't seen him,
and you're trespassing!

[siren approaching]

- What's goin' on here?

- We caught this puke trespassing.

- They stole my friend's medal.

- Get back to you own kind, college boy.

- But I--

- Now.

- You creep!

- Got a warrant here to
search for Diablo's body.

- We ain't got it.

- Wouldn't surprise me if you dirtbags

was orgyin' with his corpse.

[sarcastic chuckling]

- You're a real bastard, Strycher.


- Someday I'll watch the rest of you fry,

just the way I watched him.

- Hey, Strycher.

Maybe he rose up from the dead to get you.

[all chuckling]

[hocking and spitting]

- I can't believe my luck,

bumping into a physical therapy student!

- Well, I just learned a
great new massage technique.

- Thank you.

[ominous orchestral music]

[door opening]


- That does it!

I feel like a new man!

- Are you sure I can't help
you walk down to the car?

- No, no.

I can make it, believe me.

That was some massage, I'll tell ya.


This'll get ya that
therapy table you wanted.

- Oh, thank you so much!


IDod0do ♪


[door thudding]

Someone there?

[ominous orchestral music]


[thumping and rattling]

Who's in there?


[ominous orchestral music]

You pervert!

You slimy, peeping, little pervert!


[ominous orchestral music]

Come on!


[mechanism clunking]


Open the door, please!

Open the door!

Open the door.

Help. help!


Please open the do--

[heavy rock music]

[electricity zapping]

♪ Well, now, me and the boys ♪

♪ Feel like gettin' into trouble ♪

- [Gail] Hello, Reverend.

- Hello, Gail.

Is my daughter in there?

- She left earlier.


- Excuse me.

- Is something wrong?

- That poor man.

He's the father of that
girl who came on to you

the other night.

- Did you see my friend?

- [Gail] I looked for him,
but he didn't come in.

- I found his medal.

Some biker chick was wearing it.

- One of the Demons?

They're bad news.

- Wouldn't tell me anything,
but I think they beat him up.

- Did you check the beach clinic?

That's where they take
all the injured breakers.

' [skip] Where is it?

- I'll show you.

- Hop in.

I'm Skip.

- Gail Jackson.

[man screaming]

- Go Gators!

How 'bout them Gators!


Gators, baby!


- Do you see him?

There's the doctor.

Dr. Willet?

Uh, we're looking for a breaker who might

have been beat up and brought here.

- So many.

Do you have a description?

- He's six feet, 175, was wearing jeans,

a red tank top, with a blue
and white shirt over it.

- No, I've, I really don't recall

seeing anyone that fits that description.

- Are you sure?

- I don't believe so.

Excuse me.

- Come on.

We'll try the police station.

- Stay here.

- We had our purses stolen on the beach,

and we know who it was!

He was about five foot
three with blondish hair.

He's wearing a baseball
cap, a yellow T-shirt,

and surfer pants.

- There's probably 20,000
breakers fit that description,

and we ain't got the
manpower to haul 'em all in

for a lineup.

What can I do for you, Gail?

- [Gail] We're looking
for Skip's roommate.

He's disappeared.

- Probably shacked up
with some beach bunny.

- No, one of the Demon's
girlfriends was wearing his medal.

- Maybe he gave it to her.

- No way.

- Kidnapping's a serious charge.

You better have some witnesses.

Wanna put out a missing person's report?

- Let's go.

- Thanks a lot.

- What'd they want?

- Looking for his missing buddy.

Hey, that's Banacek!

The kid that blew the Orange Bowl.

- Yeah, I dropped 5O bucks on that game.

- Well, thanks anyway.

- Sorry we couldn't find him.

- Well, where to?

- I better get home.

[siren approaching]

[engine starting]


- Go Gators!

Go Gators!

[dog barking in distance]

- That's a creepy looking place.

- Yeah.

My dad used to own it
before he and my mom died.

- Oh, it looks like rain.

- Just what I don't need.

The bar is gonna be insane tomorrow.

- Why do you work there?

- I need the money.

Besides, it's, this town
isn't exactly booming

with opportunity.

- Then why don't you move?

- I guess 'cause I've
lived here all my life.

Thanks for the ride.

- Thanks for the help.

- I'm sure he'll show up.

- You live here alone?

- My sister used to live here with me,

until she was murdered.

One of the Demons did it.

- Did they ever catch him?

They electrocuted him the other day.


Look, I'd rather not talk
about this right now.

It's very painful.

- Hey, I understand.

- Would you like to
come in for some coffee?

- Thanks.

Better keep looking for Ronnie.

You, uh, working tomorrow?

- Every day until break is over.

- Mind if I drop by to see you?

- I'd like that.

- Good night.

- Good night.

[engine starting]

- Pigs.

Your parents should be whipped.


[crowd chattering]

- Well, obviously he's been garroted,

strangled by someone taller.

They had to pull up.

- Maybe whoever he was peepin' on.

- Let's keep this as
low-profile as we can.

- She's burned, just like the other one.

[all murmuring]

- Get another ambulance down here quick,

and move all these gawkers back.

. Okay-

- Don't move.

- I have no money.

- I don't want money.

Just pull over.

Pull over!

Where's my friend?

- I don't know.

- That's a lie.

Where is he?

- He's dead.

- How did he die?

- I don't know.

' HOW!

- They burned him and then beat him.

- Who did it, the bikers?

- I really don't know.

- Where's his body?

- The phosphate mine.

[ominous atmospheric music]

[shovel digging]

- Ronnie.

What did they do to you, man?



You asked me to go with you.

I'm sorry.

Why didn't I?

I don't know.

I, I let you down again, man.

I should've been there for you.

I'm sorry I let you down.

I'm sorry.


- You finish your eulogy?

Get that shovel and put that
dirt back where you found it.

- Who killed him?

- Don't question me, boy!

Do it!

Or you'll wind up right beside him.

That your car?


Point this thing north to the county line,

and don't stop till you see snow.

- You can't keep this covered up.

- You try to stir things up,
you're facing a murder charge.

- You could never prove it.

[shovel thudding]

- Bet me.

I got your fingerprints
all over this, boy.

- Why don't you try to
find the real killer?

- You got 3O seconds to get outta here.

[engine starting]


- Strycher,

- [Loomis] Loomis here.

We need a suspect in these killings quick.

- Don't sweat it.

I got just the boy for ya.

- Go Gators!


[door slamming]

- You can't pull this crap with me!

I didn't kill nobody!

- Well, tell it to the judge.

- You're motherfuckin' framing me,

just like you framed Diablo.

- Shut the fuck up.

- Son of a bitch!

Hey, come back here and take
these goddamn cuffs off!


- Go Gators!

[heavy rock music]

- [Man] Another beer here.

- Oh, thank God you're here.

I'm bushed.

♪ All I see is a world gone crazy ♪

♪ I see chaos in the street ♪

♪ I see everybody searchin' ♪

♪ Feelin' incomplete ♪

♪ Now, I don't know the answers ♪

♪ But I don't let it ♪

[heavy rock music]

[breathing deeply]

- I almost shot you.

- What's wrong?

- Someone on a motorcycle
followed me home.

- There's nobody there.

- I wasn't imagining it.

- I believe you.

I'm sorry if I scared you.

The chief of police ran me out of town

and this was the only
place I knew where to hide.

- Why?

- I found Ronnie, buried
out at some old mine.

- Oh, no.

- The local officials are
trying to cover it up.

I made that doctor tell
me where they buried him.

He must've called the chief.

He told me that he would
frame me for Ronnie's murder

if I came back.

- But why?

Why don't they find the real killer?

- I don't know.

- So, how did he die?

- He, he had, he had burns

all over his body.

But why would they try to cover it up?

- It must be because of spring break.

I mean a gruesome murder like
that could scare off business.

- At least two other
people have been killed.

And that girl staying at
the hotel had burns too.

- God.

What are you gonna do?

- Stay till I find Ronnie's killer.

- You could stay here if you want.

- Thanks.

- I'll go make up the couch.

[light guitar music]

- There's been another murder!

There's been another murder!

- Oh, no!

- Come on!

- Oh, my God!

There he is, there he is!

- Quick, somebody call the cops!


- Ha ha, fooled ya.

- You jerk, you moron, you idiot.

- You asshole.

Go to hell.

- Nobody can take a joke.

' [Man] YOU jerk!

- Where you goin'?


[furnace rumbling]

[chains rattling]

- Who are you?

Let me go!

[heavy rock music]


- [Man Over PA] Put
those willies out there!

Come on, girls!

Coat 'em in oil!

Bring 'em out, girls!

Wet 'em down!

That's it!

♪ Get ready I'm on your tail ♪

♪ I've got some loving
with your name on it ♪

♪ So hot We're gonna burn, burn, burn ♪

♪ Get ready, ready to burn ♪

♪ Ain't nothin' J"

[alarm clock beeping]

- Gail?


[scooter approaching]

- Good morning.

- [Skip] Morning.

- They arrested one of the
Demons for the hotel murders.

But there was another
killing late last night,

a breaker girl whose
body, what was left of it,

was dumped in front of city hall.

- So the killer's still out there.

- [Gail] How are you gonna find it?

- I wanna check out those bikers first.

Either they killed Ronnie,
or they know who did.

- I wanna go with you.

- It's too dangerous.

- I don't care.

I owe this to my sister.

- Testing, one, two, three.

Testing, one, two, three.

[camera shutter clicking]

Get a shot of the mayor.

[camera shutter clicking]

- That's the fourth
news crew this morning.

We're probably on the
damn satellite by now.

[phone ringing]

- Loomis.

Oh, Jesus.


Just promise 'em the
situation is under control.

Damn switchboard's jammed with
calls from worried parents.

- I'm gonna haul in the rest
of those dirtbag bikers.

- Oh, you know it's not them,

just like you knew it wasn't Diablo

that killed the Jackson girl.

- Hey, don't go playing virgin on me.

You know too.

You wanted a patsy to save face.

I delivered him for you.

- What if the killer is Diablo?

- Aw, don't talk like
the goddamn Reverend.

I watched him fry.

No way he could've lived through it.

[phone ringing]

- Yeah?


- I told you, I told you.

You can't hide murder.

You can't hide.

- Willet, you're drunk.

- No, no.

I'm ruined!

They'll take my license!

- Shut up.

Keep your goddamn mouth shut.

- You shut...




[gun firing]

- Willet?


[heavy rock music]

- [Man] Whoo, let's ride.

♪ Yeah ♪

- The whole gang's here.

[gang chattering]

[engines starting]

[all hooting]

♪ I'll slip into your moonlit night ♪

♪ Feel the heat within ♪

- That's Trina.

Her ex-boyfriend is the
one who killed my sister.

- Wait here.

♪ Soon we will be free ♪

- Yell, and I'll cut your fucking throat.

- I want some answers.

- Drop dead.

- Who killed my friend?


- Not us.

We didn't even know he was dead.

- That's bull.

You killed him, just like
Diablo killed my sister.

- Diablo didn't kill anybody.

He was too drunk to even walk that night.

- That's a dirty lie.

- Why don't you ask
that bastard, Strycher?

He was the one who framed him.

- How'd he get Ronnie's medal?

- We kicked his ass.

But he was still alive when we split.

- Then who killed him?


- You tell me.

Maybe it was Diablo.



- I don't believe her,
especially about my sister.

- What if it's all true?

- Well, Diablo swore to me
at the execution chamber

that he didn't kill Mary.

- What about Strycher?

- He's always been real mean.

He used to follow me and
Mary around in his car

and try to get us to take rides with him.

You don't think he could've
killed the both of them, do you?

- Only way to know is to check him out.

[engine starting]

Let's go.

- I don't see his car.

He must be on duty.

- Does he live with anyone?

- Mm-mmm.

- Watch the road.

It's open.

[dog barking]

[pepper spray spraying]

[dog whining]

- Are you okay?

- Where did you get that?

- I started carrying it
after my sister was killed.

It's a good idea, huh?

[ominous orchestral music]

What are we looking for?

- You'll know if you find it.

You get the bed.

I'll check the drawers.

[breathing heavily]


Look at this.

- That doesn't prove he's a murderer.

This might be something.

- Oh, that's so sick.


- What is it?

- That's my sister, Mary.

That's how she looked
when they found her body.


Stinking, rotten bastard!

- It still doesn't prove he killed her.

He could have stolen it
from her police file.

[vehicle approaching]

It's him.

- What do we do?

- Richie?



[suspenseful orchestral music]

[door slamming]

[dog barking]

Rich, where the hell you been?

What's happening, huh?

What's been going on here?

Come here.


Somebody's been here.


[suspenseful atmospheric music]

[heavy rock music]

♪ Dyn-o-mite, dyn-o-mite ♪

♪ Wanna roll your mind tonight ♪

- What do you want?

- I thought you might like
to go to the prayer meeting

with me.

- Daddy, I told you, I'm
not going to church anymore.

- Let's pray together.

' Stop it!

- Rachael, wait!

Rachael, please.


- Uh, sorry to intrude, Reverend,
but I need to talk to you.

- Yes, come on in.

[vehicle starting]


- We've got a delicate
situation on our hands here,

with these murders.

Is it really possible
that it could be Diablo?

- As an evil spirit?

- As whatever you like.

I have got over a hundred
thousand potential victims

out there.

- He could be influencing someone,

like the demons our Lord cast out.

- Ah, Jesus.


If that's true, then what can we do?

- The only thing we can
do is pray, brother.


- First they waste Diablo.

Now they snatch Dawg.

They're trying to wipe us out.

- [Man] Yeah!

- Are we gonna sit around and take it

like a bunch of pussies?

- [Man] No, no way.

- Goddamn right.

I'm gonna go free my brother.

Anybody else 00min'?

- [All] Yeah, yeah!

[banging on door]

- [Man] Come on!

[engines kick-starting]

- Hey, wait!

Hey, wait!

Wait for me!

[eerie atmospheric music]

[motorcycle approaching]

Hey, wait!

Where are you?

Who's there?

Who are you?

[door closing]



I knew they couldn't kill you, baby.

Don't worry about me and Dawg.

I'm still yours.


Oh, baby, take off that helmet

so I can see your pretty face.

[heavy rock music]


Stop, no, stop!

No, no.



[electricity zapping]

[synth rock music]

♪ Don't think I'm falling at your feet ♪

♪ I'll be your slave I'll
count every heartbeat ♪

♪ 'Cause I don't think
I can lose you again ♪

♪ I still feel the hurt ♪

♪ Still remember the pain ♪

♪ You and I were the right romance ♪

- Where's Strycher?

- I haven't seen him all night.

- Get every available man out here.

Yes, sir.

♪ Touch me now J"

♪ The fire glows ♪

♪ Turn on the heat I miss you so ♪

- Uh, Charlie four-two.

Aqua 10-28 at the band shell.

♪ Say the word, I'll be there ♪

[crowd applauding]

♪ To live in your love
I don't really care ♪

♪ Say the word ♪

♪ Take me high J"

♪ As long as you're here
in my arms, I could die ♪

[crowd applauding]

- Thank you.

- Jockstrap boyfriend
busted into my trailer.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Yes, you do.

And I'm gonna get you both.

And you're gonna wish to hell
you died with your sister.

[synth rock music]

' [Skip] Psst.

Over here.

[door closing]

- Strycherjust came into the bar.

He knows we broke into his trailer.

He said he's gonna get us.

- Do you still think he's the killer?

- I don't know.

- I got a plan.

The killer followed you
the other night, right?

Maybe he'll follow you again.

You ride around on your
scooter and keep me posted.

- I'll wait here so that
he doesn't suspect a plan.

- Well, how can we catch him?

- [Skip] This.

You don't have to do this, you know?

- No, I want to.

- Here, take this.

- Bye.

- [Skip] Be careful.

- Ma'am, I ain't got
anybody to send over there.

The whole shift's on crowd control.

[phone ringing]



All right. Just give me the address.

We'll send somebody over if we can.

[heavy rock music]

What the hell?

- Put the phone down.

- Come on, we gotta haul
before the heat comes down.

- Wait, I got a score to settle first.


Let's go.


[small engine buzzing]

- [Skip] How's it going?

- Nothing yet.

[car passing]

Skip, can you hear me?

- What?

- [Gail] No sign of him.

♪ It's no fantasy I belong ♪

♪ I need you so bad ♪

♪ This just can't be wrong ♪

♪ Oh, I can't believe
I'd be back for more ♪

♪ I need you, baby J"

♪ Like never before ♪

[crowd murmuring]

[feedback ringing]

- It's just that joker jerk.

Come on, move your ass.

[all laughing]

[ominous orchestral music]

- Jesus.


- Somebody else got murdered!

[crowd screaming]

- Settle down!

You're gonna be all right.

Just settle down, slow down.

Take it easy.

- [Man] Get out of my way!

[small engine buzzing]

[heavy rock music]

- [Gail] Skip, can you hear me?

- Yeah.

- I think he's behind me.

I'm going west on Third, on Third Street.

[tires screeching]
[horn honking]

- [Man] What, do you own the street?

- Get out of the way!

- Up yours, bud!

[horn honking]

- Move it!

- What, do you own the street?

- Move it, or I'll rip your head off!

- Okay, bud, okay.

Take it easy, okay.

- Oh, everything's okay, Officer.

Thanks, bye.

- Move it!

- [Gail] Skip, Skip.


- What?

- False alarm.

- Find Chief Strycher.

Tell him we lost control.

- Skip, I've been down
the same streets twice.

There's no sign of him.

What should I do?

- Why don't you head towards
your father's junkyard?

I'll follow you a few blocks behind.

[dogs barking in distance]

[loud clattering]

- Who's there?

[gun hitting floor]

- Now your ass is mine.

[gate banging shut]

[short ignition cranking]

[vehicle approaching]

You sorry-ass jockstrap.

Who do you think you're
fuckin' around with?

[blade snapping]

This is yours.

Assaulting an officer
with a deadly weapon.

[motorcycles approaching]

That's cause to blow your
fuckin' pretty head off.

[gun firing]

[all cheering and applauding]

- Get up, you ugly tub of chicken guts!

You ain't such a tough pig now.

Let's go for a ride.


[gang hooting and yelling]

♪ You're like an animal J"

- Skip. Skip!

[dog barking in distance]

[ominous atmospheric music]



[heavy rock music]

Who are you?

You killed my sister.




[helmet hitting ground]


[heavy punching]

[Gail grunting]

- You're an evil little
slut, just like your sister.

- You killed her!

- She was a lustful sinner,
like these heathen invaders!

You are Crazy!

- I am the avenging angel of the Lord.

I wreak his vengeance on
those who flaunt his will.

Everyone must die, like Diablo,

death by electrocution.

- Gail!




[heavy punching]


[pipe thudding]


[heavy rock music]

[electricity zapping]


[dreamy synth music]

Looks like a stadium after a big game.

♪ I'm havin' some more ♪

♪ With the opposite sex ♪

♪ Comm' on too strong a'

- I won't miss it.

♪ ls what you need to get J"

♪ Now, I'm into good times ♪

♪ Fun is my middle name ♪

♪ So don't start what
what you can't complete ♪

♪ Love's my game J"

♪ Take my body ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Take it good J"

♪ Take the shape I'm in ♪

♪ Treat me like a real man should ♪

♪ See my big baby blues ♪

♪ The best place to start J"

♪ But baby, please J"

♪ Don't take my heart ♪

♪ When you move with
the beat of the night ♪

♪ Don't leave a trace ♪

♪ Like a dog to the bone ♪

♪ Wear your perfume and lace ♪

♪ Now, I'm into respect J"

♪ So hear my advice ♪

♪ When you're messin'
with bad girls like me ♪

♪ We're naughty but nice J"

♪ Take my body ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Take it good J"

♪ Take the shape I'm in ♪

♪ Treat me like a real man should ♪

♪ See my big baby blues ♪

♪ The best place to start J"

♪ But baby, please J"

IOoh ♪

♪ Don't take my heart ♪

♪ Baby, baby, baby, please ♪

♪ Don't break my heart J"

♪ Baby, please ♪

♪ Don't break my heart J"