I remember me and him all the way back to kindergarten.
He was, uh...
I don't know.
He was like a brother or somethin'.
And we had some good times.
Good times that I'll never forget and...
...junk like that.
And like now, we all gotta stick together and protect each other...
...cos that's what Bruno would have wanted.
Cos they say the cult is gonna come try and get more of us and...
...we can't let that happen.
So we gotta kick some butt.
We gotta kick some butt...
...like I'm sure Bruno's doin' in heaven right now.
Here he is. Boom?
Boom?
- Are you OK? - Yeah.
That was beautiful.
Yep.
So did you hear who the cult is supposed to be coming after next?
A blonde virgin.
Come on. I'll give you guys a ride home.
Your mom is always saying "Wait until you're married."
Yeah. Then some cult member wants to kidnap you...
...and sacrifice you because you are a virgin!
God!
I mean, how do they even know if you really are a virgin?
I don't know. I don't even wanna think about it.
You're not a virgin, are you, Boom?
Uh... no.
You know, maybe if we weren't virgins, we wouldn't be so scared.
- Over here! - Hey, he found somethin'!
- Oh, God. Is he dead? - Yeah. It looks like he hung himself.
- He loves me. - Loves me not.
- He loves me. - He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
Not!
The map says to turn right at the intersection.
The detective told me to turn left.
- At the intersection? - At the stoplight.
- This isn't a stoplight. It's a stop sign. - I'm sure she meant stop sign.
Turn right.
What more can I say about the loss of a young man like Jay De Boom...
...that the sadness in each of our own hearts does not express more poignantly?
A few people have asked if they might share
some of their personal remembrances of Jay.
I'd like to invite them to come forward at this time and share some of those thoughts.
His friends called him Boom. Team quarterback. Well-liked, a leader.
He was looking forward to college until he was found hanged.
That's the third boy to die in as many months.
Your fax mentioned strong suspicions of a satanic cult at work.
That's the popular opinion around here. Wildly popular, actually.
- Based on what evidence? - Eyewitness accounts of satanic rituals.
I remember me and Boom back to kindergarten.
He was, I don't know... like a brother or somethin'.
You have physical evidence of these rituals being conducted?
No. No, just the murder victims.
So you have nothing concrete to connect these things to Satanists?
If you detect a hint of scepticism or incredulity in Agent Scully's voice...
...it's because of the evidence gathered by the FBI...
...debunking virtually all claims of ritual abuse by satanic cults.
- Is that true? - Don't ask me.
Our research has proven that most of these accounts are false or imagined.
That the trauma or mental illness that is often linked to satanic cults...
...is a result of denial, hysteria and misplaced blame.
You'll have a hard time convincing the locals.
Especially with the stories of the girls that were there when Boom died.
- Who interviewed them? - I did.
- Together or separate? - Together. Why?
Then you have no way of determining whether or not their stories are fabricated.
No, these are good kids we're talking about. Outstanding students.
The details they gave - I doubt they could have made them up.
Let me guess. They told you about a wild beast entering in on a black mass...
...the drinking of blood, the sacrifice of an infant...
...or a blonde virgin.
Yeah. That's right.
Excuse me.
Let me in there!
- Where's she going? - You don't suppose she's a virgin, do you?
I doubt she's even a blonde.
- Would you let me by? - No, sir. You can't go in there!
How long are we going to stand by and watch our children die...
...while Satan's soldiers run free in this city?
- Bob, this is no time... - No time? No time?!
Hey, hey! Hey, Bob, this is not the place for this!
My wife can't sleep at night! My kids say they can feel Satan's presence!
We got to wake up and take action, people!
We gotta cast the devil out of our community!
All right, everybody! Stay calm.
Maybe we're just imagining that.
My name is Terri Roberts. I go to Grover Cleveland Alexander High School.
I'm a senior with a 3.98 grade point average.
My name is Margi Kleinjan. I go to Grover Cleveland Alexander High School.
I'm a senior with a 3.75 grade point average.
I'm on the cheerleading yell squad with my best friend, Terri.
I'm on the cheerleading yell squad with my best friend, Margi.
We plan to go to college together in the fall.
Yeah. Could you tell me again what happened
the night of Jay De Boom's death?
Boom... Jay was giving us a ride home in his truck, when all of a sudden he swerved off...
...the road. Like he had been possessed or something.
And he made us get out of the car and walk to a clearing...
...where people were wearing black robes and holding black candles.
I couldn't see their faces underneath their hoods, but I knew they were up to no good.
How did you know they were "up to no good"?
Well, they were all standing around this altar.
And one of them had a long knife with a snake's head on the handle.
Ruby eyes.
I thought we were dead, because we'd heard they were gonna sacrifice a blonde virgin.
But instead they just brought out this little crying baby and put it on the altar.
The man with the knife started saying some kind of prayer.
He was chanting. He was saying stuff about how they were gonna sacrifice the baby...
...because it hadn't been christened yet...
...and how they were gonna bury it in a mass grave on the outskirts of town...
...with all the other babies that they'd killed.
And... And...
The whole group was chanting and saying things.
The man with the knife raised the knife up over the baby...
And that's when Terri and I just ran for our lives.
The two stories are virtually identical. One corroborates the other.
Have there been any actual reports of stolen infants?
Or of mass graves being uncovered anywhere in town?
Or that you found an altar or any other evidence of a black mass?
No, no. In fact, we haven't.
The problem is that the details of these accounts could come from any newspaper.
As horrific as they sound, the stories these girls told are common, even cliché.
If you detect any impatience in Agent Scully's voice...
...that's because the FBI found that in most cases, like the McMartin Preschool trial...
...witnesses were often prompted by stories that were being circulated...
...and that there was in fact nothing to support them.
How do you explain the burning coffin?
Don't ask me.
There have been incidents where the embalming fluid...
...has caused chemical reactions and produced burning.
I see nothing here that would suggest otherwise.
- What is that? - What's what?
- That pattern there on his chest. - Yeah, I see it.
It looks like, uh... a goat. Some kind of horned beast.
- A horned beast? - Yeah, right here in a circle.
You guys are seeing something that isn't there.
No, no. Right here. Look. You see, the horns are right there.
No, I don't see the horns right there.
I assume you'll call me if you need me for anything further.
If it's no bother, maybe you can get me a few photographs...
...of that thing which bears no resemblance to a horned beast.
Sure. Fine. Whatever.
- Oh, hi. - Uh... hi. What are you doing with my cat?
He was scratching to get in.
I thought, with the threat of satanic animal sacrifices...
...maybe you should keep him inside.
I thought the FBI's research would have debunked that theory.
I'd like to apologise for my partner's rude behaviour.
She tends to be rather rigid. But rigid in a wonderful way - not like she was today.
Personally, I like to try to keep a more open mind.
So, what are you doing at my house?
I was hoping you could help me solve the mystery of the horny beast.
Let me make sure I heard you right.
...You say you see horns.
You don't see a, uh... goat here? Some kind of beast?
This is a trick. To try and entrap me?
- Nobody's trying to entrap you. - Yeah, right
A lot of loonies in this town would like to think I'm a Satanist.
But the truth is I'm just a number cruncher, trying to make an honest living here.
What do you think is going on, if I may ask?
- I think the whole town's lost its marbles.
I should have seen it coming, but it's hard being a small-business owner.
- Seen what coming? - We're due for a rare planetary alignment...
...where Mercury, Mars and Uranus are extreme influences.
On what?
Office hours are nine to five. All major credit cards accepted.
Shoot that ball and shoot, shoot!
- Craig Wilmore. - Hate him, Roger.
Points, though, for improved dermatology, Gene.
Can it be true that these people will soon be adults bringing new life into this world?
I'm so depressed.
Hi, Scott.
Scott Simmons.
Babe-alicious in overtime, Gene.
Minus the Brenda appendage.
- Hate her. - Hate her. Wouldn't wanna date her.
Oh, hey... Sorry.
- Hate him! - Hate him! Wouldn't wanna date him!
Get the ball! Come on!
Hey! Turn the lights on, will ya?!
I can't get out! I can't get out!
I can't get outta here! Someone help me!
Call 911!
- What happened? - Another young man has died.
An electrical surge cut the power...
...but activated the bleacher motor, and he got caught inside.
- Detective White, can I see you? - Excuse me.
I could hear him screaming...
You weren't in your motel room.
I went to follow up a lead with the detective.
- I see. - You see what?
We've been working together for what, two years now? We have differing opinions.
But I didn't expect you to ditch me.
- I didn't ditch you! - Fine. Whatever.
We got more trouble. A mob has gathered on the south side of town.
- OK! - Hey, Bob! We got company!
What's goin' on here, Bob?
George Hunsaker's little boy got a phone call
telling him the location of the mass grave.
- It's private property. You have to stop this. - Our children are dying!
That does not give you the right to tear up Harvey Molitch's back yard.
Maybe he's got somethin' to hide. We got two kids prepared to say...
...he took them on a camping trip and
made them play "Naked Movie Star" games!
That man, is he always that hysterical?
No. He's our high-school principal. I've never heard him say a bad word about anyone.
This is called rumour panic.
It's when an antecedent event links up with a popular Satanic cult myth...
...and it increases tension in the community.
A villain is singled out as the focus of the community's confusion and angst...
...about unexplained events, like the death of the high-school boys.
There have been at least 20 incidents since
1983 from upstate New York to Reno, Nevada.
Not one of them has turned up a shred of evidence to support the wild allegations.
- I found bones! - She found bones!
All right, everybody stay back!
They're in the bag.
- Go ahead. - No, you go ahead.
No, no. Be my guest. I know how much you like snapping on the latex.
They're child's bones!
What is that right there? Some kind of lettering?
"RWG."
Dick Godfrey. That bag belongs to Dr Godfrey. He's the baby killer!
- Who's Dr Godfrey? - He's the town paediatrician.
He's a killer!
Come on out, Godfrey!
Come on out! We know you're in there!
Godfrey!
He's home! He's in there!
Let me get this straight. You haven't seen the
bag in a year and you sold it at a garage sale.
To a young girl. One of the Roberts family. They live a few doors down.
Why was it filled with bones and buried in a field?
- I have no idea. - The people of this town think you do.
Would you be willing to take a lie detector test?
You can go, Dr Godfrey. We won't be needing
you any further. Your story checked out.
Thank God.
The bones turned out to be the skeletal remains not of an infant...
...but of a beloved 14-year-old Ihasa apso, formerly known as Mr Tippy.
Mr Tippy!
This may not be any time to mention it, but someone is wearing my favourite perfume.
Can I have a word with you?
- This has gone on far enough. - What?
I am not going to be humiliated by you, or by having to bring a teenage girl in...
...on her birthday, to identify the bones of her dead dog!
I see no reason to pursue this case.
And I find your conduct in this investigation...
...not just alarming, but highly objectionable.
- What are you doing? - It must be Detective White.
If that's the reason we're sticking around, that's your business.
- What? What are you talking about? - Detective White.
We came here because of three unexplained deaths. Detective White could use our help.
Well, you two seem to have a certain simpatico.
I'm going back to Washington in the morning.
Go, girl! Get down!
Go, Terri!
What are you gonna ask, Brenda?
Who am I gonna marry?
S.
Scott!
A.
T.
A.
N.
Satan?
One Bloody Mary, two Bloody Mary, three Bloody Mary, four Bloody Mary...
What are you guys doing?
You just close your eyes and count to 13 and Bloody Mary appears in the mirror.
Come on in... Brenda.
No, thank you.
Five Bloody Mary, six Bloody Mary, seven Bloody Mary...
Turn it off! Turn it off! What was that?
"Detective White could use our help."
"She's just trying to solve this case."
"Detective White"!
Can I come in?
What happened?
I found that on my front doorstep.
If they're not Satanists, who are they?
- What are you doing? - Nothing.
- You've been drinking. - Yes, I have...
...which is funny because I usually... I normally never... I don't drink.
Oh.
You know, I don't feel like going home.
Do you mind if I slept here?
Actually, I'm sure I could, uh... get you another room.
Maybe we can solve the mystery of the horny beast.
Maybe we should just watch some television.
There's a movie on TV, actually. It's the same movie on every channel.
Weird. I like weird.
I feel weird.
Mu...
There's been another death.
Was it a murder?
A girl was impaled by flying glass from a bathroom mirror.
- Let me drive. - I'm driving.
- It's not what you think. - I didn't see anything.
- Will you let me drive? - Why do you always have to drive?
Because you're the guy? Because you're the big macho man?
No. I was just never sure your little feet could reach the pedals.
Will you go with her, please? Thank you.
"Big, macho man"!
Hey.
Loss of appetite? That's not a good sign.
I'd like to be alone.
Well, you got your wish.
What happened to you guys? You used to be...
Look, we're not dressed like this for the funeral.
We're here to make you feel better tonight. Carpe pm.
Hate him.
Hate him!
- When we came before... - I'm waiting for an authorisation.
- I'm a federal agent! - Last I heard...
...the Federal Government couldn't pay its bills.
OK, you're good for up to 300 bucks. How can I help you?
You said you knew why people were behaving so strangely here.
The same reason that my dog's been trying to
mate with the gas barbecue for two months.
- You said it was planetary. - Once every 84 years...
...Mercury, Mars and Uranus come into conjunction.
Only this year, Uranus is in the house of Aquarius.
- That's a bad thing? - Bad like an Irwin Allen movie.
Things are gonna fall out of the sky. Disaster lies in wait, especially around here.
- Why here? - We're in a geological vortex.
A high-intensity meridian.
A cosmic G spot.
All culminating on January 12 when the planets come into perfect alignment...
...which would be today. Hey!
- But why is this affecting everyone? - Some people more than others.
Relationships are gonna suck.
Significant dates can exaggerate the effects.
- What if today was my birthday? - Then I'd say "Happy Birthday".
Unless, of course, you were born in 1979, and then I'd call the police.
You'd have a Jupiter-Uranus opposition, forming what's called a "grand square"...
...where all the planets align into a cross.
All the energy of the cosmos would be focused on you.
You don't have to be alone tonight.
- What are you doin'? - The insensitivity to your pain...
...was too much for me to bear, so I...
What?! So you what?
So you blew me off so you could snag some shoulder time with rude boy!
- Back off, Terri. - Happy birthday... bitch.
Right back at you.
You're bleeding.
So are you.
You killed him!
What do you mean, I killed him? You killed him.
- I didn't kill him.
Terri!
Oh!
I'll let you fill in the amount.
Mulder.
I know who the killer is. I know who did it all.
Who is this?
Margi Kleinjan.
- Where are you, Margi?
Just tell me where you are.
I don't know what you're doing, but I suggest you put that gun down...
...or I'm gonna have to arrest you.
We're not standing around waiting for answers.
We're taking it into our own hands.
You can't walk down the street carrying a loaded weapon. It's against the law.
Not if I'm hunting, it's not. Hunting Satanists.
- There are no Satanists here. - Who killed those kids? And all these birds?
Somebody help me!
I know who the killer is.
I know who did it all. All the murders.
- Come on, Margi. Let's get you out of here. - She killed him.
- Who? - Terri. She killed all of them.
- She killed all the high-school boys? - And Brenda Summerfield.
- How did she do it? - I think she's possessed or something.
She killed Scott Simmons tonight with a garage-door spring.
I don't know how she does it. I think she's...
I think she's evil.
She tricked Boom into going up on that cliff and then she pushed him off...
...and laughed about it. Just like she did Eric Bauer the other night in the gym.
When all the lights went out... and she knew that he was trapped under the bleachers...
...she could hear him screaming, but she wouldn't make it stop.
Why didn't you stop her, Terri? Why didn't you tell anybody?
Because... Because I was afraid of her.
Because she was my best friend.
Best friends are supposed to stick together, right?
- Scully. - Scully, it's me.
- Where are you? - At a crime scene. I think I have a solid lead.
I'm way ahead of you, Mulder. I've got a suspect I wanna bring in.
- Who's that? - Margi Kleinjan.
Hold on a second.
Margi Kleinjan?
That's right. Her friend gave us a statement.
Actually, I'm way ahead of you. I'm with Margi Kleinjan.
She gave me a statement implicating her friend.
- Who? - Terri.
Actually, I'm way ahead of you, because I'm with Terri.
- You're what? - I've got your suspect and you've got mine.
- Why does that make sense to me? - I don't think this is linked to any cult.
I wanna get 'em both in and get a formal statement, and clear this thing up. OK?
- Scully? - Sure. Fine. Whatever.
Wait right here.
Detective White's cat?
Steve, what was that?
- Hey, girlfriend. - Hey.
Get her outta here.
Out of my way.
- What the hell's going on here? - Something cosmic.
- Put that gun down! - Where is she?
- Who? - The girl! The guilty one!
- They're both in there. - I think we'd like to see for ourselves.
I think we're all tired of waiting for law enforcement to bring about justice.
Yeah!
- Open the door. - You don't wanna go in there.
- Excuse me. - Gladly.
We are but visitors on this rock...
..hurtling through time and space at 66,000 miles an hour...
..tethered to a burning sphere by an invisible
force in an unfathomable universe.
This most of us take for granted, while refusing to believe these forces affect us...
..any more than a butterfly beating its wings halfway around the world.
Or that two girls, born on the same date, at the same time and place...
..might not find themselves the unfortunate focus of similar unseen forces...
..converging like the planets themselves into burning pinpoints of cosmic energy...
..whose absolute gravity would threaten to
swallow and consume everything in its path.
Or maybe the answer lies even further from our grasp.
I think it was Satan.
Yes, sir. Satan it was.
- Are you ready? - You're the driver.
Uh, Scully, if I'm not mistaken, we're gonna be taking a left up here.
There's an intersection up here. You're gonna wanna...
Scully, you're gonna wanna...
- You just ran a stop sign back there, Scully. - Shut up, Mulder.
Sure. Fine. Whatever.
Julie Clayton.
I made this!