Nightmare Beach

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.

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.

Hey, thanks for the lift.

Hey, you owe us $10 for gas.

No problem.

Bye.

Bye.

Hey, my wallet's gone.

Hey, there's Dolores.

Hey, man.

Lost lambs.

Hey, girl!

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?

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.

Check it out.

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.

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

Do you have a reservation?

Ronnie Rivera and the Skip Banacek.

You look familiar.

Banacek.

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

at the Orange Bowl.

Blew the national championship.

Still kind of a sore point.

Damn, I thought you had that game won.

Ha.

Fooled ya!

You jerk!

Oh.

What's the matter?

You can't take a joke?

Huh.

Not bad, eh, Skipper?

Huh?

Hey.

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!

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.

Sick.

Diablo's biker buddies.

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.

Please, are you going to the beach?

Whoa, come on!

Jump in, let's go.

Thanks so much.

Whoa!

Hey, stop!

Hey, stop!

Hi, you going to Manatee Beach?

You from around here?

Hey, look.

Maybe you should pull over.

I wanna get off!

Let me off this thing!

I wanna get off this thing!

Hey!

Sorry, dude.

Damn you, damn idiot!

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.

Hey.

Stuff this, leatherhead.

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.

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-