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-I don't know. -Seriously, I don't think....

This is stupid.

God, Grace.

Thank you, it's beautiful.

Thanks.

You look great.

How did Dawn take the news? The break-up and all.

She'll get over it.

Don't you move. Be right back.

Time for the girls to get a little shut-eye.

This one's for the hippie chick. Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

Here you go.

Sorry. I was so thirsty.

Everyone is staring at us.

You are so much more beautiful than you think you are.

You want to go someplace more comfortable?

You want to go someplace?

I didn't even know the door was there.

-All right, here we go. -I don't feel well.

Let me go. Stop.

Mary, help.

What's going on?

Do you think he would ever touch you?

No!

Willy!

-Get her! She's sober. She'll squeal. -Willy, get up, man.

Come on, Mary!

Help!

Mary!

Mary! Mary!

Mary!

Come on, Mary.

We're just having some fun.

-Let's just talk. -Get away from me.

Hey.

Come on.

It's gonna be all right. Your friends are okay. It's all right, it's okay.

It's just a little prank.

Come on.

Let's go check on your friends.

You stupid bitch!

Mary?

Mary.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

There you are.

Where's the girl?

I don't know. I thought she was in here, but she's not.

-Shit. -She probably passed out somewhere.

Come on, we gotta find her.

That was over 30 years ago, but her rotting body is still there...

...waiting to be discovered.

Bullshit.

Bullshit.

No, it's true. I swear to God. My mom told me in complete confidence.

Well, complete confidence...

...doesn't mean much when you drink vodka like it's water.

Shut up.

-Stop it! -So you don't think it's unhealthy...

...for them to stay home on their own homecoming?

Not everybody wants to be homecoming queen.

It didn't hurt me.

You're right.

-And I only wish I could've been there. -No, you were too old and serious.

Thanks a lot.

That story doesn't make any sense.

I mean, why don't the girls stick up for themselves? I don't get it.

Maybe if you weren't always speaking out, like in the school newspaper...

...maybe we'd have dates to the homecoming dance.

Okay, so you changed your mind.

You think it's fair football players get academic credit...

...for going to practice?

You shouldn't have published the picture with the article.

They took the picture as a joke. You published it out of context, without--

Guys. I've got another ghost story.

That wasn't a ghost story, Mindy. It's an urban legend.

An urban legend is a made-up story people keep telling as if it was true.

Like the guy who eats Pop Rocks, drinks soda and his stomach explodes.

Like that bullshit about Mindy's brother's camp counsellor...

...getting his arm stuck in a soda machine, and it falls on top of him.

That wasn't bullshit.

And it was a candy machine.

-Oh, and like Bloody Mary. -Who's that?

Supposedly, if you go into the bathroom and turn off the lights...

...and chant " Bloody Mary" three times into the mirror, she appears.

Her face is like a corpse. And if you look at her, well...

...then you have to turn the lights back on before she drags you in.

In where?

I don't know. In the mirror?

I heard she'll haunt you forever.

That's not even a real urban legend. That's just like that movie Candyman.

-Well, my story was real. -As real as your mother's new tits.

What's the first thing you'll do when you're mayor?

-I haven't won yet. -But you will.

A lot can happen, so....

But so far--

-What's going on in there? -I don't know.

Well, the first thing I'm gonna do is propose a 9 p.m. curfew...

...on all teenage girls.

I'll keep them off the streets, keep them safe.

Keep them virgins.

I'm afraid that might be too late.

Bloody Mary.

Bloody Mary.

Bloody Mary.

Who is it?

David.

Asshole.

So, David, you're back early. Shouldn't you be at the dance?

-I'm sure it's still going on. -Oh, yeah. Well....

I was there long enough not to see any of you.

We didn't want to go that stupid popularity contest.

And why is that? Oh, because you couldn't get dates?

Yep, that's exactly what happened. Football team put us on the blacklist.

We could've gone.

We just preferred to stay here and have some female bonding.

Hey, Mindy. Nice.

-Shut up. -David!

Oh, and just so you guys get it right...

... Candyman ripped off Bloody Mary in the first place.

Not the other way around.

How long was your brother outside listening to us?

-Long enough to masturbate. -Not long at all, then.

David.

So how was it?

Just like yours, I'm sure.

You didn't wake up naked in Tijuana.

Just because there's a dead Mexican hooker in my room...

...doesn't mean I went to Mexico.

Oh, Bill drank all my lemonade.

David, be nice. You know, and you could call him " Dad" once in a while.

Never happen.

But I still call you " Mom."

Mom, I need 100 bucks.

Do me a favour. Go wake up the girls.

All right. Just because you own me, it doesn't mean I'm your slave.

-Go. -Yeah.

They're already gone.

She's never done this before. I mean, this is so unusual for her.

-I have to call Sheriff McKenna. -Okay.

Yeah, Sheriff McKenna.

It's Bill Owens.

Any word, anything?

We're doing all we can. You have to understand...

... they're not officially missing for 24 hours.

-Yeah, but they are missing. -Hello.

That's it, nothing? All right, well, you just stay on top of this.

All right, look, when do we call in the FBI?

Our hands are tied. We'll do all we can locally.

--officially missing for 24 hours.

But they are missing.

Right this way, sheriff.

-Sheriff. Thanks for coming. -Hi, Bill.

-I appreciate it. -No problem.

The mountain gorilla.

An endangered species native to Central Africa. Mountain gorillas...

...live in groups...

...ruled by a dominant male...

...which determines the group's daily activities...

...and enforces a very strict social order.

The silverback.

Do you think Samantha and her friends are okay?

Yeah.

--and consume 20 times their weight in food annually.

I just spoke to Sheriff McKenna, and he's got all his men out searching.

-They're gonna find her. -Sure, that's easy for you to say.

She's just your stepdaughter.

What--?

Sam.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

They all say the same thing. They woke up in the basement...

...of the abandoned old mill on the other side of the state park.

The door was locked. Well, that's what they said.

What do you mean?

Well, we're gonna check it out. They don't remember anything.

Other than that, they're fine. Weren't harmed or mistreated, nothing.

We ran blood tests and found traces of Rohypnol in their system.

It's a date-rape drug.

You don't have to worry about that. We ran medical tests.

They were not abused in that way.

So, what do you think?

Well, it could be the girls' idea of a practical joke.

You know, for attention.

What happened?

What happened? What's wrong?

What's wrong? What happened to you?

My mom says that it's all a stunt. That they did it to themselves.

Samantha will write a story about it for the paper.

Some people have no boundaries.

Some people need to mind their own fucking business.

The girls are back.

They were in science class.

Took them long enough.

You'd think twins would have some kind of sixth sense...

...like I'd know what happened to you.

We're fraternal, not identical.

How you holding up?

It was Buck and his friends, wasn't it?

He told us they just wanted to talk.

You are butt-white.

-Hey, Roger. -What?

You need to spend some more time at that tanning salon.

Hey, girls dig it, man.

He doesn't go to that salon to go tanning.

He goes to hook up with that chick.

-The one with the big tits. -Oh, yeah.

Buck.

-What's up? -Come here. Come here, check it out.

What? Oh, yeah.

I know it was you. All of you. I know it was all of you.

What did your sister--?

We don't know what you're talking about.

We were at the dance all night. Ask our dates.

-Get out of here, loser. -You little punk.

-Yeah. Get out of here. -Get out of here, man.

-Get lost. -You're not gonna get away with this.

-Whatever. -Oh, I'm scared.

-Come on, get out of here. -That's what I thought.

-Bye-bye. -See you.

-We got a problem. -This is not a problem at all.

Those bitches, they won't say anything.

Yeah. Take Buck's advice.

What did you get on your SATs, Buck? Seven hundred?

Total.

What's that supposed to mean?

You're such an asshole.

She needs to relax.

See you later, mama's boy.

Shut up. Shut up.

No way. Shut up.

Yeah. Totally. Shut up.

She did not. No way.

Oh, my God. He's here. I gotta let you go.

Hi, Roger.

Hi, Betsy. I hope it's okay I just showed up.

Don't worry about it. I'm, like, the only one here.

I just wanna catch some sun.

Lay on the bed a little bit, get my groove on.

Then maybe I could get some of your sunshine.

Okay.

How long do you want it?

Just leave it on low. I'm gonna relax for a bit.

I'll get out when I'm done.

I'll be ready.

Totally. Like, yeah, I saw it.

He is so hot.

Yeah, totally. Most people go nude.

Totally.

Yeah. Totally.

No. Totally.

Yeah.

Totally.

Shut up.

Help! Betsy!

Yes way. My past. I could be president.

What time is it?

Oh, shit. Roger!

Oh, shit.

Roger! Roger! Roger!

-Amen. -Amen.

Peace be with you.

Thank you, Father.

Samantha?

Samantha?

-Hey. -Hey.

I brought you homework you might have missed when you were gone.

I saw how Buck was looking at David at the funeral.

Heather, you know that David had nothing to do with Roger's accident.

Yeah.

Listen...

...I know that things have been difficult for us.

It was so much easier when we were kids.

God, Sam, we were so close. What happened to us?

It's funny you should say that.

Why?

Because it sounds like it came from a TV movie, that's why.

Look, what happened to you was just a little payback prank...

...and I had nothing to do with it.

The guys didn't mean to go so far...

...but they were pissed off you published that photo.

Just a prank?

They drugged us, and who knows what they did to us...

...after they locked us up. I sure as hell don't.

How hard was it to crawl out the window?

That's not the point, Heather.

Look, Sam, there's more.

It's....

-This has all happened before. -What do you mean?

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

Make sure and do your history homework.

I'm sorry.

She brought me my homework.

She felt bad. She was cool about it.

Damn it.

-You sure you don't want a ride? -No, I'm good. Thanks.

Heather!

Heather!

Heather!

Heather!

Heather!

Heather!

Heather!

Heather!

Oh, my God!

Unit 14, we have a 174....

What's going on?

What happened?

Sam, what--? Sam, talk to me. What's going on?

Ashes to ashes...

...and dust to dust.

She was in bed. How could they be crawling out of her face?

I think it's really sick, though.

They were coming out of her face.

Now, I'm sure you've all noticed the new security precautions on campus.

Every effort is being made to keep our students safe.

Now, Principal Rosetti has asked me to remind everyone....

Samantha, dear.

Is something the matter?

No.

Well, as I was saying...

...students who need to speak to a counsellor should tell their advisor.

So how was school today, honey?

I saw a ghost in science class.

Do you really think that he did it to himself?

Roger Dalton was dumb...

...but don't you think that he would wake up before he cooked his ass?

What are you saying?

I'm asking if you really think there's nothing more to our friends dying.

Heather dropped some acid and just ripped her face off like a mask?

Of course not.

She didn't even drink, let alone do drugs.

There's something wrong in our little town, and it has a name.

-Owens. -David?

Both of them. They were there both times.

Jesus, Buck.

Murder?

So, what are we gonna do?

Your dad still have those emergency gas cans?

Get them.

And meet me behind the park at midnight.

I don't know about this, Buck.

Come on. Scaring the girls is one thing, but--

Right.

Okay.

I'll be there in 15.

Holy shit, this guy's dick is smoking. Hey, McKenna...

...better check your beer bottle tonight.

Did you ever hear the story about a guy who was drinking a beer...

...and found a finger in the bottle? Look at this.

Someone cut his ring finger off.

-Wild. -Will you stop with that crap?

That finger is probably some coyote's lunch.

Yeah, we got EMTs on the scene.

Worthington High School classes have been cancelled today.

Another student from that school was found dead.

Although drunk and driving...

...early reports suggest electrocution as the cause of death.

Tom Higgins, a varsity football player--

There's something else going on here.

Heather left this in my American history book the other night.

I think someone sent this to Heather as a warning.

This is the same thing that happened to you.

Only I'm still alive.

Here.

Read the other one.

"Professor at Alpine University kills students using urban legends as m.o."

Wait, you think there's a copycat killer...

...that's killing our friends.

No, I just think that Heather was trying to tell me something.

I need your help to figure it out.

Well, it's about time you asked.

Mary Banner lived here in Utah. She went to Worthington High.

It says the other two girls returned home unharmed.

They should still be alive. See if you can find it online.

Are you smoking crack? This is dial-up. Let's use the school database.

-School's closed today. -I have keys to the newspaper office.

Okay.

Let's just get down there and finish this.

Wait, wait, go back.

-There. -Wow, d�j� vu.

"The two girls, seniors at Worthington High...

...refused to press charges against unknown assailants."

Why no names?

Got them. Gina Lotnick, 17, Mary Banner, 18, and Grace Taylor, 17.

Where are they now?

Oh, that's from '82.

"Local resident Gina Lotnick died this morning...

...of a self-inflicted gunshot wound.

Miss Lotnick was one of the victims in the homecoming kidnapping in 1969...

...of which there are no suspects.

Mary Banner, another victim, was never found and presumed dead."

-Who was the other girl? -Grace Taylor.

"The only remaining survivor of that fateful night is Grace Taylor."

Hey, got it. It's not that far from our house.

Hey.

Hey, Coach Jacoby.

What are you kids up to?

Oh, nothing. Just some extra credit, you know.

The school's closed.

And that goes for your newspaper.

You're gonna have to leave.

-Now. -All right, cool. Thanks, coach.

-Hey. -I just feel like I'm cracking up.

I know it's tough, but we shouldn't blame this on a bunch of ghost stories.

I don't know what to believe.

These just seem like awfully big coincidences.

They're odd, I'll give you that.

They're either accidents, or there's a killer out there.

There's no ghost.

But there is something.

I mean, there's something connecting this to what happened to me...

...to those girls in '69.

We're gonna find out what it is.

Grace Taylor is gonna tell us.

-This is it? -Yeah, it's groovy.

Come on.

Power to the people. Free Angela Davis. What's up?

Hi, I'm Sam, and this is my brother, David.

-So? -So we wanted to talk to you.

Miss Taylor, we wanted to talk to you...

...about what happened at homecoming 35 years ago.

Power to the people.

Right on.

You take your shoes off.

Have a seat, kiddies. You want some tea?

-No, thank you. -Penicillin?

Oh, yeah, we would love some...

...tea.

So, what do you kiddies want to know about that night?

Well, we were hoping you could tell us everything.

"Professor at Alpine University kills his own students...

...using urban legends as his m.o."

There were five of them, including that devil bitch, Dawn.

Gina and I were tricked, drugged and left 20 miles from home in the woods...

...all because we didn't worship them like the rest.

Everyone said that we just got wasted and passed out.

No one wanted to cop to the truth.

That happened to me too.

I know. I read it in the papers.

But you all came back in one piece. My best friend...

...never came home.

Get that.

-It's Mary. -What is?

The murders.

It's Mary Banner. Looks like urban legend, but it's Mary.

-But she's dead, isn't she? -Oh, she's dead, all right.

But her energy, her life force, is very strong.

Always was.

You kids know that nothing ever dies, don't you?

It just changes form, you know, like water into ice into water into steam...

...into water into ice, you dig?

Wait, so you're saying...

...a ghost is killing these kids.

But that doesn't make any sense. Why would she be killing us?

Why not just go after the people who actually did this to her?

The children will always suffer the sins of their fathers.

Your friend Heather had a devil-bitch mother by the name of Dawn.

Well, Mary wants revenge on the five people who took her youth...

...so she's taking their children.

That's where she's starting. Who knows where she'll stop.

She has always had to have her way.

Come on, you're not buying this, are you?

Miss Taylor...

...we need to know the names of the boys who did this to you...

...and to Mary.

Oh, baby.

I can barely remember how to tie my shoes...

...let alone the names of our dates.

But they were all on the football team.

This is ridiculous.

-I cannot believe you believe her. -I can't believe you don't.

This is as bad as when you thought there was a vampire...

-...living under the porch. -I'm starting to wonder if I was right.

Kidding.

Heather's mom went to Worthington, so we can assume she was involved...

...along with Roger's and Tom's dads.

So we have to figure out who's next, probably Buck.

Sam, Mary Banner isn't killing people. She's dead.

It's more likely that Grace Taylor is doing this.

Look at these.

-Did you steal these? -Yeah, just look at them.

The handwriting is just like on the envelope that was sent to Heather.

Grace sent the clippings to Heather.

This is how Heather died.

I saw the spiders, but no one believed me.

This one's a girl, but the same thing happened to Roger.

Oh, God.

They're all coming true.

Oh, God. We have to find Buck.

He won't be hard to find. Let's get out of here.

-Buck, we need to talk to you. -What?

You gonna write about me in the newspaper?

-No, I just think that-- -Come on.

I'm sorry that we played a stupid fucking joke...

...on you and your friends.

But did Roger and Tom and Heather deserve to die for it?

Do you honestly think I could kill someone...

...over a stupid, asshole jock prank?

Look, Buck...

...do you know about the kidnappings at Worthington High in 1969?

That was something that he did when he was young.

It's like a rite of passage.

-Wait, you're talking about your dad? -Yeah.

My dad was pissed about the picture you put in the paper. And the article.

He told me about how he and his friends would have handled it.

So Coach Jacoby was one of the boys...

...involved in the kidnappings? The Mary Banner case?

Yeah, but he didn't hurt her.

He didn't even know what happened to her.

She just disappeared.

She didn't die like Heather did.

Buck, I'm sorry.

All right, come on, we gotta get out of here.

Let's go. We gotta get the heck out of Dodge.

I'm worried about Buck.

Well, he's a source of worry, I agree.

I think that Buck's dad killed Mary Banner. I think he's lying to Buck.

Oh, and I'm sure you got this info directly from Mary Banner.

Well, I saw Coach Jacoby at her grave after Roger's funeral.

Wait a minute.

You think Coach Jacoby had something to do with these murders?

No, I mean, not directly. I just think that....

What? You were gonna say something.

This might sound strange, but I think....

She thinks that the ghost of Mary Banner is killing people.

Guys, if either of you have information, real information...

...you better stop fooling around and tell me.

-Just like that. -Oh, baby.

You're so nasty.

-Yeah, that's it. -Spank me.

That's it. Oh, yeah.

-So good. -You love it.

Oh, yeah.

-So big. -Come on.

-Right there. Right there. -Yeah.

Shit.

Damn it.

Under.

Okay.

What the hell?

Holy shit.

Oh, Jesus, Chewy, did you eat another skunk?

-That's right. -Oh, God.

Don't stop. Don't stop.

Come on. Right there.

You like it, huh?

Hey, don't look now, but Coach Jacoby's crying.

-Maybe something happened to Buck. -Maybe someone cut his kidneys out.

-Hey. -Long time no see, Sam.

Have you guys seen Buck?

-Have we seen Buck? -Yeah, his dad looks really upset.

Yeah, well, Buck got himself good and killed last night.

Yeah, I heard he got crushed under a vending machine.

He tried to snag some free chips, and then smash.

Did your mother drink while she was pregnant?

In the news, they said he got his throat cut...

...by a prostitute in some sleazy motel.

Wait. Buck's dead?

Maybe you shouldn't be so concerned with his well-being.

He certainly wasn't concerned with ours.

Four down. One to go.

Are you still looking for clues?

God, you were fat.

Did you know that Grandpa was bald?

Guess you can kiss your hairline goodbye.

Yeah, and Grandma has a moustache.

I think Heather was trying to tell me something.

We know that her mom was one of the people involved...

...in Mary Banner's disappearance.

Why don't we ask Heather's mom who the other boys were.

Yeah, and then what?

And then we'll know who's left on Mary Banner's hit list.

Sam, I appreciate your community spirit...

...but most people in this town don't.

-Most people think-- -I'm one bolt short of a nutcase.

That I should have been drowned at birth.

Yeah, in that general direction.

Where are you going?

We need to talk to the police, but we need evidence.

I'm going back to see Grace.

Oh, that's smart, walk straight into the jaws of death.

I don't think she's the killer anymore. She's afraid to leave her house.

But I think she knows who the killer is.

-Okay, call me. -Yeah.

Hello?

Grace...

...are you here?

Shit! You scared me to death.

What are you doing in my house, X-Man? How did you get in?

-The door was open. -Oh, yeah.

For the cats.

You're lucky.

You almost got sprayed with bug spray. Hit.

What do you want? Spit it out.

I really need you to tell me the name of the football players...

...who abducted you all those years ago.

Please, Grace.

I wouldn't tell then, I won't tell now.

Did anyone ever tell you that you look exactly like Foxy Brown?

That's smooth, brother.

Very smooth.

You know...

...anyone who wanted to could have found out who those boys were...

...just by looking at the pictures in the school archive.

In the archives?

Right on, Gracie. Thank you.

Damn it.

Oh, my God!

Willy. Willy!

Willy!

Don't leave me in here, Willy.

Willy!

Willy!

There's Grace.

Where's Mary?

Hello, Mary.

Who's your date?

There he is.

Holy shit.

No. No, stop.

Leave me alone. No.

Leave me alone!

Grace.

Grace, you need to get a phone that works.

Grace, please.

Please.

What does Mary want with me?

Mary's visited you too, huh?

Find her.

Find her and bury her.

But I saw her grave.

You saw a tombstone, baby girl. She's not buried there.

Gina and I looked for her for years.

Nobody ever found her body.

She could be anywhere.

I think I know where she is.

I hope this is what you want.

Sam!

Samantha!

Hey, it's the Owens. Leave a message.

David, are you there?

David, if you're there, pick up the phone.

David.

I think I know where the body is.

I know-- I know you think I'm crazy, but....

This is the one piece of evidence that we need to bring it to the cops.

When you get this message, meet me at the school, okay?

You have my keys.

Meet me at the side door.

I forgot to tell you.

Your brother went over to the school.

Great. He has my keys.

You're just gonna have to take me in your car.

No way.

I have not been back there since homecoming, 1969.

Please. I would take my bike, but it'll take me too long.

No, I can't!

Look at me.

Grace.

Damn.

You have to promise me that you will bury her when you find her.

David!

David, open the door!

-David! -Shit.

David, open the door!

David?

I saw someone in there.

-Was it Mary? -I don't know.

Maybe.

I'm gonna climb through the window.

I'll go around and open the door for you.

No, hey, I'm cool. I'll wait in the van.

Oh, damn.

Shit.

Grace, I got her.

Grace, wake up.

Shit. I found her, Grace.

Grace, I really need your help.

Grace. Shit.

Damn, that's some chronic. Shit.

Grace.

Oh, no.

Oh, Grace.

Are you okay?

Oh, shit.

Grace.

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

Oh, fuck.

-Hello? -Bill.

-Bill, thank God. -Sam, where are you?

-I'm at the cemetery. -Calm down-- Sweetie.

-Your mother-- Sam, what's going on? -What?

I can't hear you. You're in a what?

-I can't hear you. -Where are you?

I'm at the cemetery.

Fuck. Fucking cell phones.

Bill.

Thank God you're here. I really need your help.

All right, just calm down and tell me what's going on.

I found the body. Now I have to bury it.

Mary Banner's body.

I finally found it, and now she wants me to bury the corpse.

Here, sweetheart, I got it.

This ground's frozen.

Okay, I just don't want you to worry about this.

I'll take care of it.

Everything will be fine.

Did you hear that?

That might be Coach Jacoby.

Don't worry about him. I can take care of him.

Does anybody else know about this body?

No, just me and David.

Did you say anything to your mom?

Samantha.

Someone, help!

Someone, help me!

-Did you tell your mom? -No.

-Help! -You leave her alone!

Get out of here, baby! Go on!

Willy Owens.

You're gonna go down.

You wait until the city council hears about this.

Samantha!

Come on, sweetheart, I don't want to hurt you. I just wanna talk.

Samantha!

I'm sorry I hit you.

I-- I have a problem with anger management, but I'm okay now.

What's gonna happen to your mother if I go to jail?

Because she won't have David anymore...

...because David is dead.

You're crazy!

What the--?

Grace.

I....

Far out.

No one is ever gonna believe us.

Samantha.

Follow the tracks down the hill.

Hey, now.

-I fall asleep again? -Yep.

Bill.

You mean "punk."

They're saying he died of a heart attack.

I guess something must have scared his butt real bad.

You gonna be okay?

I guess this will just be another ghost story.

Something to talk about around campfires and slumber parties.

Baby girl, you're the urban legend now.

A decades-old mystery was finally solved last night...

...when police discovered the body of mayoral candidate Bill Owens...

...dead of a heart attack while apparently attempting...

...to dispose of the remains of Mary Banner...

...a local girl who disappeared over 30 years ago.

While police refuse to confirm it, a source tells us...

...that it was Owens who was actually responsible...

...for Banner's death on that fateful homecoming night in 1969.