All language subtitles for Tales From The Crypt (1989) S07E13 The Third Pig (Animation).en

Son of Dracula. Return
of the Son of Dracula.

The Son of Dracula's Revenge? Is
that all you can do? Vampire movies?

I'm afraid that's
not good enough.

You'd have to be a
bite more versatile

to be on the frighting staff
of Tales from the Crypt.

Oh, hello, creeps. As you can see,
we've got an opening for a story dead-itor.

I've been conducting
chop interviews all morning.

No one seems to get
what I'm looking for.

Oh, well. Let's see who's next.

Interesting, a brother team.

Grimm, I think
I've heard of them.

This has potential,
boils and ghouls.

It's a twisted bit of gorytelling about
three scaracters you may recognize

at first.

It's called the "Third Pig."

Once upon a time, there
were three little piggies.

Their names were
Dudley, Drinky and Smokey.

What are you looking at?

Dudley Pig was the
smartest of the three.

He lived in a sturdy house made of
bricks which he kept very neat and tidy.

Drinky lived in a house made
out of an old whiskey keg.

While Smokey lived in a house made
out of cigarettes and wooden matchsticks.

To say that Drinky and Smokey
weren't as smart as their brother Dudley

would be putting it mildly

as both were sorely lacking
in the brain department.

Drinky only thought about one
thing. Well, maybe two things.

While Smokey... Smokey
didn't think of anything at all.

In this happy neighborhood

there also lived a
devious and hungry wolf.

Mr. Wolf was bad as could be.

And he had a ravenous appetite.

More ice, I tell you. More ice.

Damn! I know you porkers are
inside. You can run but you can't hide.

I'll get you damn pigs
if it's the last thing I do.

You, you... Oh, what
rhymes with "you"?

I'm not a damn poet.

Why does everything always
have to rhyme in these things?

I can't help it.

No one talks like that in
these stupid, freaking...

I sound like a Hallmark
card or something.

No one talks like that.

And so the wolf left
without his dinner and angry

because he couldn't end his
speech on a very good rhyme.

And the piggies slept
safely through the night.

Come the morning,

Drinky and Smokey
were very, very sad.

And so you see, brother
dear, we've got nowhere to go.

That big, bad wolf wrecked
our homes, don't you know?

He scared us so
badly we ran and ran.

Now I guess we'll have
to live in a garbage can.

Nonsense, you two,
you can move in with me.

This house made of brick
is very sturdy, you see?

That blowhard old wolf
could never knock it down.

It's the strongest house
in the whole darn town.

Well, the two dumb
brothers wasted no time

in taking their smart brother
up on his generous offer.

Drinky and Smokey
moved their few possessions

into their brother's house.

Well, to say that Drinky and Smokey
didn't treat their smart brother kindly

would be an understatement.

They always sent
him out on errands

and made him cook
and clean up after them.

The two brothers weren't the
best guests Dudley had ever had.

Drinky and Smokey threw
all-night parties with booze

and ladies of easy virtue.

I say, brothers dear, could
you be a little more quiet?

I thought that the
city was having a riot.

They partied all night and
watched television all day.

I say, you two, how's
the job hunt going?

This pain in my back
shows no sign of slowing.

It's true, brother dear,
that it's jobs that we need,

but the horrible truth is
we don't know how to read.

Dudley the Pig knew that
his brothers meant well.

It wasn't their fault that they
were born with slow minds.

He preferred to remember the
good times. Yes, the good times.

But for the life of him he couldn't
remember any good times.

Hey, brother dear, what're
you standing there for?

Yeah! We're out of
beer, now get to the store.

I'll go to the store,
but you better beware.

That nasty, old wolf is
still out there somewhere.

So close all the windows
and lock up the door,

it won't take me long to
get back from the store.

And so the smart, little
piggy went to the market

to get some beer
for his lazy brothers.

But as fate would have it,

that was the moment the
bad, old wolf chose to arrive.

When I find a way in,
that's when I attacks!

And soon I'll be dining
on sweet baby backs.

Say, brother dear, who
on earth could that be?

I'll go to the peephole
and take a look-see.

Oh, please can't you help me?

I'm filled with distress.

I'm a poor swimsuit model
who just lost her dress.

If you'd let me inside,
I'd be ever so grateful,

and I think that you'll
find me to be extra playful.

Smokey couldn't
believe the luck.

There's a cute girl outside
and she wants to come in!

Well, let her in, stupid,
so the fun can begin.

Come right on in, Miss...

Well, well, well,
what have we here?

Looks like two little piggies
but where is the third?

I'll start with you
two and then I'll...

Oh, the hell with it!

And so, even though the
wolf still couldn't find a rhyme

to go with "third" he...

Will you shut up about that? You try it.
I haven't heard you do one rhyme yet.

And when he was done, he left.

Soon after the wolf had
left, Dudley returned home.

He was startled to
find the door wide open.

Hello, brothers dear,
I'm back with the beer.

Hello? Police?

Well, when I came home,
and when I opened the door,

there was blood on the ceiling,
chopped off hands on the floor.

I think the wolf did it,
that shifty old tramp.

There's blood all over the
place. The gore is still damp.

My God, there's intestines
strung round the lamp!

The address on the
house is Pig Number Three.

Jesus Christ! There's a
severed head on the TV.

Be quick! Be quick!
Please hurry here quick!

I think that I'm going
to be violently sick.

Hooray! Hooray!

At last I can cheer. The
frigging police are finally here!

Oh, thank goodness! At last.

You're the chief I would
guess. Well, come on inside,

take a look at this mess.

It must have been that
bad, old wolf. Oh, my Lordy!

Only he could be responsible
for a scene that's this gory.

Come, come, Mr. Pig,
let's not make up a story.

But... But I didn't do
it. I just walked in here.

I said I'm not guilty!
Let go of my ear!

My, my, Mr. Pig, what
a mess you have here.

But to me, your motive
seems perfectly clear.

You killed both your brothers
'cause they drank all your beer!

I'm not guilty, I say!

Throw him in jail or
he'll sing that all day.

And early the next day,

poor, innocent Dudley
found himself in court.

Y'all be a-rising.

The Honorable Judge Vic "Leave
'Em Hanging" Johnson presiding.

Order! Order!

Now that we're all in, the
State vs. Dudley Pig can begin.

- How do you plead?
- Not guilty.

That's how you plead?

Oh, I think that I've
heard all that I need.

I've got me a golf game,
and I'm in a big hurry.

I think I'm gonna hand
this one off to the jury.

- Okay, big daddy.
- Okay, big daddy.

The jury is back and
a verdict they've got.

Is the pig guilty
or is the pig not?

- Oh, brother, is he guilty!
- Oh, brother, is he guilty!

Sorry, son, the
system's done all it can.

I sentence you to
die in this frying pan.

Poor Dudley Pig. What a
blow fate had dealt this porker.

Oh, woe is me.
My heart is achin'.

For come the 'morrow,
I'll just be fried bacon.

That nasty wolf, why, it's his fault that
I am locked up inside this dank vault.

My dear sweet brothers
once again to see,

would be the only
wish that I'd wish for me.

Dear brother Dudley,
what's all the fuss?

We've got something
to say, better listen to us.

Holy smoke! My dead
brothers! To see you is swell.

Tell me, are things as hot
as they say down in hell?

A bit warm, it's true,

but we're here with an
important mission for you.

We'll help you escape
and that is no goof,

but you must bring us
revenge by killing the wolf!

And with that, the ghostly
piggies lifted their brother up

and with some effort pulled him
through the window of his cell.

What is this broken
down place full of rats?

The abandoned castle
of a mad doctor, in fact.

A mad proctologist to be exact.

But you can still use it
'cause the lab's still intact.

Use it? For what, oh,
dead brothers of mine?

To build a monster,
so revenge we can find!

You can learn how
from reading this book.

It's an ancient grimoire,
but just take a look.

You will learn how to
bring our plan to fruition.

And you won't even
have to pay any tuition.

Goodbye, brother Dudley.
Save our souls from this pain.

You must stop that
wolf from killing again!

That wolf must be stopped,
my brothers are right.

I'll get busy this very night.

Now at last my
dark deed is done.

Life will soon be
yours, oh, hideous one.

After hours of toiling
and sweat and strife,

I summon the powers
to give my creature life.

And then the zombie pig
monster sat up and said something

that Dudley pig
will never forget.

The lifeless mass I have
revived, now I can say it's alive!

Live! Live! Live!

This wolf must
die, that is my will.

I order you to kill.
Kill, kill, kill, kill.

Kill. I will.

And so, the zombie pig monster

shambled out the
door of the castle

to find and kill
the big, bad wolf.

You should have seen the
look on that little pig's face

as he was branded with
guilt and led away in disgrace.

I think it's funny.
I just don't care.

In the morning that pig
will be fried in the chair.

Well, I guess that's
enough for one night.

I'll go visit Bo Peep,
she won't put up a fight.

And the naughty wolf
left that dark den of iniquity

and went off to molest Bo Peep.

But he hadn't gone
far into the woods

when he got the distinct
feeling he was being followed.

That's a relief. It
was only the trees.

I thought for a moment
I might have been...

What rhymes with trees?

Oh, Mr. Monster, don't
eat me, oh, please.

I forgot to mention my
horrible skin disease.

Hey, that rhymed.

And though the zombie
pig had done his job,

poor little Dudley pig was having
second thoughts about what he had done.

What have I done?

One horrible monster
from the world I have rid,

but created another,
that's what I did.

This abomination
must not continue.

I'll have to dismember
it sinew from sinew.

Little pig, little pig, quit stabbing my
head. You can't kill what's already dead.

Must destroy!

I love this ending,
I think it's neat.

And I've one thing to say.
"Pork, the other light meat."

I don't know about you, kiddies,

but I was glad to see the
wolf hit one out of the pork.

Still, an hour from now,
he'll be hungry again

and bacon for more.

You'll be happy to know, creeps,

that it looks like that opening I
told you about has been filled.

Once we hammer out a few
creative stiff-rences that is.

English -SDH