Skeet and Keel -- oh, God, I just referenced Murder, She Wrote. I'm losing it. My well of hip references to sprinkle in my recaps has run dry. Uh, OutKast! Naomi Klein! Jon Stewart's fractured take on the news of the day! Despite its irrelevance to a mainstream music audience, Prince's musical output has never been more interesting or challenging! Whew.
Anyway, Keel rambles on about how his grandparents used to tell him stories about ghost lights out on the moors, so much so that a young Keel used to beg them to take him to the moors. One imagines Grandma and Grandpa Keel fretting about how they had the lamest grandson ever. Skeet wants to know what happened. "Nothing," explains Keel. Skeet looks like he's not sure how to take that.
Then Keel freaks out because he thinks he sees something, which turns out to be headlights. Because Keel and Skeet wouldn't recognize headlights. But they recognize a police siren when it comes on, as it does here, just that quick little "woo!" that cops do when they know you've already seen them and are letting you know they're coming over for a quick chat.
So the friendly state trooper asks them what they're doing out here; Skeet and Keel are already outside the car leaning on the hood, and I'm a little surprised they weren't killed in a hail of bullets when they exited the car. Keel says they're investigating the possibility that "a local legend of terrain-based ghost lights isn't just swamp gas." Skeet's ready to dissociate himself from this raving lunatic when the cop says his "daddy" always used to say the ghost lights were a headless railroad man. Keel's all, you've heard of ghost lights? And the state trooper says he's seen 'em. "They're famous around here. Folks in town'll tell you they're caused by the souls of Civil War soldiers." Are they? asks Skeet, and the trooper explains he "don't believe none of it" hisself. But if they're lookin' for weird stuff, they should check out the next town over, which goes by the name of Shadow Valley, since it's been getting its share of weird stuff lately. Two kids claim they were shot at by a ghost. "Have fun, boys," says the sheriff as he swaggers back to his truck. This has to be the first time in television history that a couple of city boys came to a small Southern town to investigate strange goings-on and weren't told to "clear out if y'all know what's best for you." Maybe that's why Skeet and Keel exchange glances here.