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I've never seen anyone so impatient, Billy.

As if your life depended on getting the first copy off the presses.

Aaah!

'Welcome, kiddies,

'to another edition of "creepshow".

It's amazing that you boors and ghouls keep coming back for more.

You must be gluttons for punishment, eh?

Well...

I guess you bloodsuckers enjoy being repulsed, eh?

You're loyal to the Gore. Well, that's good.

We don't want any dead wood

in our fraternity of fright fairs

that just happens to be the subject of our first nauseating novella,

a nasty little bonecracker titled

"old chief wood'nhead".

J Jimmy cracked corn and I don't care

j Jimmy cracked corn and I don't care

j Jimmy cracked corn and I don't care

j as long as I'm drinking Jimmy's crack corn j

now, you stop that grinning. You've heard me sing that silly song a thousand times.

Yeah, it's time for a touch-up, my old friend.

The sun's bleachin' out your colours again.

Now, I'm gonna try and keep my hands steady.

But I ain't what I used to be.

There.

That ain't too bad. That ain't too bad at all.

We've got to keep your war paint fresh.

A big chief without war paint is like... is like...

Like a storekeeper without a town to sell his goods to.

Martha, me and the chief been standing on this porch for more than 30 years.

We ain't about to move now.

I'm not asking you to move, ray.

I wouldn't want to move myself.

Well, what are you asking, Martha? What do you want me to do?

I want you to quit, ray. Just quit.

Quit?

- You mean close the store. - Yes.

While you still have time left to get something out of life

instead of always putting in.

Martha...

This store... made it possible for us to get married.

This store sent the girls off to school.

This store has given us the savings to give to our grandchildren.

This store, ray, at one time, sat in the middle of a thriving young town,

which seemed to have a future to it.

Look at it now.

The town of dead river is finally living up to its name.

It's dead, ray.

The jobs have moved away,

the money has moved away...

Ray, it's been four days since you've had a cash-paying customer.

It's been four weeks since anyone gave you any money on a credit account.

If you keep supporting these people,

we won't have anything to leave to the grandchildren,

except good intentions.

Well, there's worse things to inherit

than good intentions, Martha.

- Good intentions built this country. - Good intentions tore this country down.

They're beginning to tear you down.

Do you think these people care about you?

They'll take your charity until it dries up and then they'll leave you.

You and... that wooden Indian of yours.

I won't dry us up, Martha.

I promise you that.

It's just that we took a lot of healthy profits out of this town.

I'd just like to give some of them profits back in its time of need.

Oh, there's Benjamin whitemoon.

Hmph! In a chauffeur-driven limousine.

Now, Martha, be nice to him.

Oh, I'll be nice to him all right.

Because you want me to be.

But don't let him take too much advantage.

You're too good to these people, ray.

Oh, dust all over your war paint, chief.

I should have learned by now never to paint you on a dry day.

Yatahey, ray spruce.

Howdy, Benjamin.

Yatahey, chief wood'nhead.

The chief says yatahey.

What can I do for you this afternoon?

- May we go inside? - Oh, yes. Sure, sure.

What can I get for you, Benjamin?

I am ashamed to stand inside this place

while my people are so much in your debt, ray spruce.

There's no shame for an honest man, Benjamin.

Times have been tough for all of us.

What do you need?

Good afternoon, Martha spruce.

Good afternoon, Benjamin.

I have brought you this.

What in the...? What in the world is this?

It is the alinneh.

These are the things my people hold precious.

Each family has offered one of its most cherished treasures.

You will keep them until our debts are paid.

If we cannot pay in two autumns,

the allineh are yours forever.

No!

No, no. There's no way I can accept this.

Uh, wait, Benjamin.

W ait.

Wait. Wait.

W ait.

Look.

There's no way in hell I'm going to take these things away from your people.

It is a bad thing to borrow.

It is a worse thing to beg.

While you hold the allineh,

we are borrowers.

We can still have pride.

If you give the treasure back to us,

you make us beggars again.

Such insult could never be forgiven.

Good afternoon, Martha spruce.

Goodbye, Benjamin. I mean...

Good afternoon.

- Keep them safe. - I'll guard them with my life.

Times are gonna take an upturn, Benjamin.

I can smell prosperity in the air.

I wish that it could be.

Hagodnee, friend.

Hagoonee.

Oh, Benjamin.

I was just scolding ray.

I was telling him that he puts too much trust in people,

that they've never earned it and they don't deserve it.

Well, you, you and your people have certainly proven me wrong.

Hagoonee, chief wood'nhead.

Oh, this is good country, Martha.

It'll come back to life some day.

It'll come back to life.

I'll finish your war paint tomorrow, chief.

That's a promise.

How!

Go ahead, boys. Take what you want.

Wait a minute.

You... you can't just come in here...

Shut up, white eyes. Just shut the fuck up.

Or I'll shove something in your mouth to keep you quiet.

Hey, Sam. Why don't we shove this in his mouth?

No! Shove this in his mouth.

Heap big!

You're disgusting.

Sam whitemoon, you're a disgrace to your people.

I said shut up, old man.

Your uncle Benjamin was just here. He's one of the best men I know.

Hard to believe the same blood flows in your veins.

I guess you don't hear so good, shitface.

I said shut up!

We're just here to do a little shopping. That's all

we didn't get everything we needed last time we were in.

You asked us to leave. Remember, old man?

You were stealing things.

We're stealing things now.

Why don't you ask us to leave, pruneface?

Yeah, why don't you run us out of town, sheriff?

Ask us nice. Say please.

Pretty please, with sugar on it. Rarrr!

- Is this all the cash you got? - That's all.

- Empty your pockets. - Look, I haven't got...

Empty your fucking pockets, asshole.

Or I'll ask my buddy to bring me something off the hardware shelf

that I can use to slice off your fingers.

Fatso.

When we came in the back, I saw a purse. Go get it, lady.

Move, lady, or I'm gonna blow off your old man's...!

Any cute stuff back there...

I'll pull this trigger.

- This thing work? - What?

The photo machine, does it work?

Yes.

Look at this.

Phooo, look at this sweetheart.

Tell me this ain't a movie star.

What, are you kidding?

They gotta make me a movie star.

Hey, as soon as they see this hair,

they're gonna say, "Sam,

"get over here.

"Get in front of these cameras.

"There's 100 million women out there,

"just waiting to run that hair between their legs."

Nine years it took me to grow this hair, man.

I'm not just fucking around here.

I'm going to Hollywood, man.

This hair is gonna get me paid and laid.

Over here, lady.

Over here, lady.

Now, I want you to stand right over here

and don't move, ok?

Give me that.

Look at this.

Look at this.

Hey.

Hey, you know that movie,

about the guy that's got, like, superpowers and shit because of his hair?

Then this bitch cuts his hair off.

And he gets weak.

He gets like an ordinary guy.

You know that movie?

I'm better-looking than the guy in that movie.

Don't you think?

Here, take a look.

Take a look.

Uh-uh! Stay right where you are, old man.

Unless you wanna see your lady in pieces.

Sam.

There's no cash around here, we got all the shit we need. Let's go.

Not yet, rich boy.

- Did you know my buddy here was rich? - No.

Well, his old man's rich. His old man bought my buddy here a firebird.

A fucking firebird that's gonna fly us all to Hollywood, usa.

And one more step and... bam!

Sam, there's nothing left for us to take. There's nothing here we need.

Maybe there's nothing else you need, rich boy.

But there's something else I need.

Go get your car, Cavanaugh.

Get your fucking car, rich boy. We're leaving for L.A. sooner than we figured.

Hey, Cavanaugh. You run out on me and I'll find you.

I ain't running out on you, Sam. I ain't running nowhere.

- We're all in this together. - Yeah, I know that, Sam.

There's one more item you have to turn over if you want this woman to live.

What is it?

That bag full of rock candy my uncle brought here today.

That's it in your hand, isn't it? Toss it over here and I'll let the lady go.

Sam, what are you talking about? What do you mean, rock candy?

There's $10,000 worth of silver and stone in that bag, man.

The keys to the city of Los Angeles.

This belongs to your people, to the tribe.

- No! Stop it! - These are treasures

your people have had for years.

- If you take them... - Stop it!

Holy god! Holy Jesus!

Martha?

Martha?

Let's go, fat stuff.

We got some money that needs spending.

Holy shit! Holy Jesus!

I've never seen nothing like that before.

Yeah.

Well, now you've seen it.

Now you're gonna forget it.

- Forget it? - That's right, fat stuff.

Forget it.

We're going to Hollywood, Vince.

Hollywood?

You mean all of us? Me, too?

I wouldn't leave you behind, fat stuff.

Shit, man. I gotta have my slave with me wherever I go.

Hollywood.

It's ok.

There's nobody around.

We're outta here.

We're outta here, fat stuff.

We're outta here, man. We're outta here for good.

No more of this bullshit, man.

No more eatin' dust for a livin'.

There ain't no dust in Hollywood, man.

And there ain't no fuckin' tribe of tommin', wimpy-assed red men, neither.

Sam, come on, let's get outta here.

We leave tonight.

What?

Yeah, whatever you say, Sam.

We all go home, round up whatever shit we wanna take.

Rich boy, you pick me up at eleven. Then we'll go get fat stuff.

How about it, fat stuff?

'Here's o. Henry's famous Robin hood of the old west...

'The Cisco kid!"

Mm-hm.

"Loco!

- Loco! - "Loco!"

Loco!"

Loco!

Loco!"

Lo...

"Loco!

Loco!"

'Reach, mister.'

'Cisco, it's me, poncho.'

'don't you realise me?'

"there is something vaguely familiar about you but, my, how you have changed.'

"Poor diablo.'

'he wouldn't whinny if loco wasn't around.'

' look but I don't see..'

'Look, Cisco, he realises me even in my stripes.'

"yes, loco has more sense than you.'

"You'll regret double-crossing me, Cisco.'

'l still say it's for your own good, Bob. I know what I'm doing.

- 'Why do you want to...?" - Look at this sweetheart.

There's no way this kid can miss.

'And we don't like to do that to our friends.'

'friends, my eye.'

No.

You're not alive, man.

You can't be alive.

Come on, man! Come on!

Now...

May your spirit rest, old warrior.

Hagoonee.

Hagoonee.

"Well, kiddies,

'that was quite a price for young Sam whitemoon to pay.

"Toupe", huh?

Here's your package, Billy.

COD. Nine dollars and 99 cents.

Quite expensive for a toy ordered out of a funny paper.

"Creepshow" is not a funny paper.

And this is no toy.

Well, what is it then?

It's a Venus flytrap bulb.

A Venus what bulb?

Venus flytrap. It's a plant that eats meat.

All that stuff's a jig. Those are probably just Petunia bulbs.

I don't think so, mr haig.

Still here, kiddies?

Well, if old chief wood'nhead didn't drive you away,

you might enjoy this next splintering tale

whittled from the same wormwood.

It's a splashing little ditty

about some people who are left stranded without a paddle

on a sea of blood.

This bubbly bonbon is titled...

"The raft".

Thank you for waiting.

- Pass the joint. - Pass the joint!

Ha-ha!

Whoa! Pass the joint! Pass the joint!

It's almost Halloween, Randy. Cascade reach has been closed since labor day.

The raft will be there. I saw it last week.

We were on a geology field trip.

Just cos you saw it there last week don't mean it's gonna be there now.

Hey, Rachel!

Quiet down, would you? You talk too much.

The raft... it'll be there. The raft...

Will be there.

A little bit of...

Whoo!

Because what?

A little bit of summer that somebody forgot to clean up.

The guys that own the lake

don't pull the raft in until the lake's almost ready to freeze.

Well, it had better be there, poncho.

This has been a long 50 miles.

I don't believe we're going swimming.

Why not? It'll be fun.

Right?

Whoa, personal foul. Illegal use of hash, number 32.

The crowd goes crazy.

Whoo! Whoa, yeah!

Man!

There it is, just like you said, man.

God, it's beautiful.

It's so quiet.

There are only a few summer homes on the lake.

Yes, everyone's gone by mid-September.

You're actually gonna do it?

Swim out to that raft.

Stop! Deke!

Let's go!

- Jesus! - Easy, Cisco! That water's 45 degrees.

50, tops. Your heart could stop.

I'm a premed. I know about these things.

Let's go.

Let's go!

Shit!

Come on! It's not so bad once you're in.

That's bullshit. Bullshit, man.

Just playing deke's game cos you hope to get laid out here.

Too damn cold to get laid. Balls are gonna turn into ice cubes.

Let's go, poncho! Vamonos.

- Vente. - Oh, Cisco.

Oh, poncho!

Laverne, Rachel, come on!

Oh, this is crazy, totally crazy.

Yeah!

Oh, god! Oh, god!

- Whoa! - Whoo!

Hey, poncho, how are you doing?

Ok.

Whoo!

- How you doing, poncho? - Ok.

You think it's cold now, man. Wait till you get out.

- Oh, shit. - Oh, you are slow, poncho.

Cold enough for you. Huh?

- You sobered up yet? - Yeah.

I'm sober. I'm s-s-sober.

- How are you doing, ladies? - Go to hell!

Oh, jeez.

Laverne, Rachel, swim! Come on!

Come on, Rachel.

Come on.

- Look out. - Don't tip the raft.

Don't tip the raft. Come on, Rachel.

J don't tip the raft, don't tip the raft, baby! J

ow! I really hurt my knee.

Come on, you'll be all right.

Randy, that hurt! What is it with you?

Laverne, swim faster!

Laverne, come on! Swim faster!

- Come on! - Randy, what is your problem?

Man...

Help me get her up here!

Swim! Swim!

Faster!

Swim! Come on, Laverne!

Come on.

Come on.

Randy, have you gone crazy?

This thing, I don't know what the hell it is.

It's an oil slick. I guess.

It's not. Have you ever seen a perfectly round oil slick?

- I've never seen an oil slick at all. - I'm cold!

Besides, poncho, I don't believe in oil slicks, man.

I only believe in what I can smell, and taste, and touch.

Hey, baby, smoke one of these. This will make us all feel better.

- Looks like it was going after the girls. - Come on, poncho!

You said you'd sobered up!

It looked like it was going after the girls.

No one knows we're here.

No one at all.

You ever even seen an oil slick, poncho?

Ow!

Mmm.

Well, how about it, poncho? You ever seen an oil slick?

We pulled birds out of the surf and tried to clean them.

Ooh, mucho ecological, poncho, mucho ecological.

That oil slick we saw was just this big sticky mess in the water

and streaks and smudges.

It looked like an accident.

This thing doesn't look like an accident,

it looks like... it's on purpose.

Well, what is it then, Randy? What is it?

I-I don't know.

I can't get grieved about it, man. I mean...

No matter how hard I try,

I just can't get worried about it.

You know what I mean?

Oh, deke!

Oh, stop!

- Ow! - Get away from there, Rachel!

Randy!

What happened to her? Did she fall in?

H-h-help! It hurts.

No, Randy, no!

It hurts!

Oh, my god!

Rachel! Rachel!

Randy, no! She's dead, can't you see that?

It ate Rachel. It fucking ate her up, man!

- What is this thing, poncho? - I don't know.

I don't know.

Come on, man. You read the science books. You're the brainball.

What the fuck is that thing?

Nothing like this in any science book I ever read.

Deke, it ate Rachel!

Shut up!

- Think we can swim past it, Randy? - No!

Stop it or I swear to god I'm gonna smoke you.

I'm not kidding.

Poncho, do you think we can swim it?

You saw how fast it took Rachel.

Maybe it was hungry then. Maybe it's full.

Why don't you try, deke?

We're gonna wait. We'll wait for it to go away.

The thing came, it'll go away.

It came when we came.

I saw it come.

Like it smelled us.

Maybe if it's full like you say...

It'll go away.

But if it still wants chow...

It's moving!

Hey! What is this shit, poncho?

It looks like it's going under the raft.

Did it go under us? Did it go under the raft? Is it under us?

Yeah, and I'm gonna swim for it. Right now.

No! Don't leave us here! Don't!

I'm fast and I can make it. You've gotta go while it's under the raft.

My foot!

Pull, deke, pull!

Come on!

Dekel!

- Shit! - No! No!

Quit it, it's under us!

Laverne, you're choking me! Stop!

Now, listen. I'm gonna put you down.

No, don't put me down!

- It can't get you if you stand on a board. - It can't?

I can't hold on. I'm not deke. Now get down or I'll drop you.

- Get down on the boards. - No. My god!

I'll drop you.

Where is it?

Right under us.

Randy, please!

Shh! Be still.

I'm tired, Laverne.

I'm going to sit down. You're going to watch for a while.

No, I can't.

You've got to, Laverne. You'll watch, then I'll watch.

We'll take turns.

Keep your feet... on the boards.

And watch the shore for lights...

- Or anything that might... - It ate deke.

Yes.

I'm cold.

Me, too.

Randy, what are we gonna do?

W ait.

It's only a loon.

I'm freezing, Randy. I'm numb all over.

Nothing I can do about it.

Hold me. You've got to.

We'll hold each other.

We can both sit and watch that thing together.

Ok.

No...

No.

Oh, god!

Randy!

Randy!

Randy! Randy!

Randy!

Randy!

I beat you.

Whatever you are, I beat you!

J drivin'

j to the edge of time

j tryin'

j to get her out of my mind

j all my friends said you'd better watch that girl

j she's a taker, she's a faker

j and now I'm finding out what she's all about

j at night this woman is a dream-breaker... j

'well, swimmers, that was slick, huh?

Hey! Give me that back!

Ah... look at what I did.

I'm sorry.

Uh-oh.

Better look out - he's getting mad!

Watch out, he might cry on you.

He might tell his mom on you.

What are you gonna do with this? Plant it and grow more pansies like yourself?

Give me it!

- Give me it or else. - Or else what?

You'll find out, pimpleface!

Aagh.

Catch him! I want his ass.

Young Billy knows his way around town.

They won't catch him in a hurry.

I think we've got time for one more creepy concoction.

Our last morbid masterpiece,

which I call "the hitch-hiker".

Jesus! It's 11:15.

I gotta go.

Something must be wrong with your alarm clock.

What?

Something must be wrong with your alarm clock.

Oh, yeah.

Must have been a power outage.

It always goes to twelve like this when the power goes off.

- What time did you say it was? - 11:15.

Goddamn piece of digital junk.

Could land me in divorce court.

- Why don't you use a wind-up alarm clock? - Cos I don't have one.

Get one. I'll pay for it.

No, I hate the way they sound. They sound like school bells between classes.

This electronic alarm sounds like...

Early-morning birdsong.

It makes me think that I'm waking up outdoors.

I didn't know you were the outdoor type.

Annie, please. Come on.

You've got your Mercedes. I'm never gonna get mine at these prices.

It's what you quoted me. It's what I've been paying you.

A special introductory rate. That's what this was.

I see. Hook 'em, then up the price. Is that it?

- Maybe. - Maybe.

I do my job well, I expect to be paid well.

Now, come on. I counted six orgasms.

And you probably had others...

Silently, so I wouldn't get a swelled head.

You charge by the orgasm?

Good idea. Maybe I should. Then I'd have something to work for.

Piece work.

You have no shame.

Next week.

Unless I get a better-paying job.

Bye, love.

I hope you're not in Dutch.

I can get you a good attorney if it comes to that.

I've got a good attorney.

My husband.

And I don't wanna lose him.

Without him, you'd never get your Mercedes.

Mrs Annie Lansing,

winner of the 100-yard dash,

will attempt to do the impossible.

Twenty miles in...

Seven minutes. Jesus, that really is impossible.

Maybe he'll be late.

No, not mr George Lansing, esquire.

Unthinkable.

11:30 means 11:30.

Not 11:29...

Not 11:31...

But 11:30.

What will I say?

I was...

I was out with Trudy and Jim.

No.

We'll see Trudy and Jim on Saturday.

[, uh...

I... went to see a movie.

I went to get laid, George.

There's this wonderful guy.

He charges $150, but that's for six - count 'em! - Six orgasms.

That's, uh...

$25 a pop.

Not bad.

What do you think, George?

Shit!

"It's real leather, mrs Lansing. That will cost you $1,743 dollars."

Damn!

Jesus!

Hey, buddy!

What the fuck happened?

Looks like a hit and run.

Yeah?

Car blew by me a little while ago. Couldn't see the lights.

Don't know what the hell it was.

Looks like a black guy, huh?

911.

I want to report a hit and run.

- The victim's dead. - What's happening?

What do you think's happening? Guy got creamed, that's what.

It happens all the time.

About a quarter mile from the on-ramp on 395.

Right.

All right, Annie.

Calm down.

Think.

Think rationally.

Can you live with this?

That's the question.

The guy's dead.

No.

You don't actually know that.

You don't know that...

For certain.

It's done.

It was an accident, a legitimate accident.

So why should I fuck up my life, right?

"You'd better get away..."

Oh, god!

I could always turn myself in

if I find I can't live with it.

I could turn myself in...

Later.

Nothing coming. Nobody following me.

I don't think the truck saw me.

The guy in the car was too far away to identify me, I'm sure of that.

You're seeing things, bitch.

You can't live with it.

I can't live with the idea that...

How are you doing, lady? Thanks!

Thanks for the ride.

Bastard.

No!

No! No!

Thanks for the ride, lady!

Thanks for the ride, lady!

Thanks for the ride!

Thanks for the ride, lady!

Oh, god!

Damn.

How are you doing, lady? Thanks.

Thanks for the ride.

Thanks for the ride, lady.

I got you!

I got you!

Bastard!

Who is he?

Who the hell is he? Christ!

Oh.

Oh.

Look at this car.

Three thousand, maybe four...

"Four thousand, mrs Lansing,

"and the car will look like you just drove it out of the showroom."

"What happened, mrs Lansing?"

Oh, I ran over some guy

and over and over and over and over...

And...

No.

No, it's impossible!

No.

Oh, god!

"That'll cost you, mrs Lansing."

I hit a tree.

I hit a tree, that's all.

The whole thing was a dream.

There was no hitch-hiker.

There was nobody at all.

Oh, Jesus.

Jesus.

But where the hell am 1?

Oh, I've gotta get back on the road.

"You are one screwed-up broad, mrs Lansing.

'Maybe I've had a concussion.

'What are you supposed to do for a concussion?

' "Oh, concussion, mrs Lansing."

"That'll cost ya.

"$27,000.

"Li know it sounds like a lot

"but you're gonna look like you just drove yourself out of the showroom."

'Mrs Lansing the money machine.

'Hal

'well, at least this will explain why I'm getting home so late.

"I had an accident, dear.

"It was a really frightening experience."

I don't believe it.

He's not home.

For the first time in recorded history,

he's late.

My car gets smashed...

My brain gets bent... And he's late.

Thanks for the ride, lady. Thanks for the ride.

Thanks for the ride, lady.

Thanks for the ride, lady.

How much do you want?

Annie?

Annie.

"There's a lesson for you kiddies.

'Never pick up hitch-hikers.'

on the hood of your car.

Well, it's time for this boogie man... to boogie.

I'll be slayin' ya, boors and ghouls.

Till next issue,

try to stay scared, eh?

Ooh, I almost forgot about young Billy.

I think he's found his way

with his friends.

Kid, I'm gonna put you in traction.

Get ready for some serious pain.

"Serious pain."

No!

No, no, no, no, no!

The Venus flytraps.

Giant Venus flytraps.

They eat meat.

Oh-ho!