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Night Of The Creeps Comedy
Horror 1986 Subtitles English.

Damn!

Blast the hatch! Now!

That experiment must
not get off this ship!

Oh, hi.

Bye.

Oh, I gotta pass this
test. I gotta get an A.

We interrupt this program
for a KING news flash.

Authorities at the Crestridge Institute
for the criminally insane...

have requested an
all-points bullet...

He's so dreamy.

Oh, he's just the most.

Who?

Ray?

They broke up.

Oh, come on, Muffy. The guy's
a cop. He has no future.

I mean, wake up and smell
the coffee, Muffy.

What?

Well, Pam told me, who else?

Sure, she's right here next to
me. We are roommates, you know.

What? Where?

No, that was Friday night.

You're such a gomer sometimes.

Did you see Plan 9
from Outer Space?

Star light, star bright,
first star I...

Say, which one is
the brightest star?

Hey, haven't you kids
heard the radio?

There's some nutbar on
the loose, so I sugg...

Pam?

Hello, Ray.

Just go home, will you?

Just go home.

You know that cop?

He's just someone from my past.

What about the brightest
star, anyway?

Neato!

I vote for that one.

Are you sure this
is a good idea?

Come on, cool out, will you?

I'm telling you, it went
down right over there.

Oh, no, Johnny. This place
gives me the creeps.

Johnny?

You stay here.

You're kidding, right?

Another update from
the KING newsroom.

Police continue the search
for a 35-year-old escapee...

from the Crestridge Mental
Institute, who, officials confirm...

killed four orderlies in a
brutal spree early tonight.

Crestridge police warn the man
is armed with a large fire ax...

and is believed to be
moving west on Route 66...

toward the Corman
University area.

Johnny?

Johnny.

Can we go back to the point now?

I'll even let you
fondle my breasts.

Johnny.

I'm getting lonely
out here by myself.

Johnny.

Johnny.

I'm depressed.

Oh, will you cheer up?

Come on, this is college life.

You know, toilet paper in the
trees, spring is in the air...

a couple of bitchen guys on the
prowl for major league babes.

Face it, J.C., we're
dorks. We're lameoids.

My grandparents have
sex more than we do.

Well, granted, but you talk
like that's a negative thing.

Good point. I feel a lot better.

Good, so do I.

J.C., do me a favor.

Anything, dude. You
got it, you know it.

Don't try and cheer me up.

Look, Chris, when you're
depressed, I'm depressed.

And I don't like being depressed.
It's, well, you know...

- Depressing?
- Depressing, yeah.

So do me a favor, okay, bud? Cut
out this being depressed shit.

Chris, this is me talking here.
I'm your bud. I love you.

We have a bond, a warmth,
a communication.

Who's that?

- Who's what?
- Her. The vision.

- The angel, the goddess.
- The one with the hogans?

Yeah, who is she?

I think that's the
Morton Salt girl.

How the hell should I know?

Hey, you, honey. Toots, yo.

Yeah, what's your name?

J.C., remind me to
kill you sometime.

Kill me sometime, huh?

Great.

Now what do I do?

Well, you could always just stand here
like an idiot and not do anything.

Kidding, joke, levity, humor.

Shit. She's going
in the Beta house.

Oh, that bitch.

I hate the Betas.

Look, do you wanna
meet her or what?

I wanna marry her.

I hate to break
this to you, bud.

It's gonna be quite a blow, but
you have to meet her first.

I know it's a hassle, but hey, I
don't make up the rules, pal.

Bingo.

- Where?
- One o'clock.

Great. She's with a guy.

Yeah, but look at him. I
mean, the guy's a bozo.

He's the missing link.

Chris, the man has one
continuous eyebrow.

Yeah, well, he's also got her.

It's all positive thinking.

Now, watch this. J.C.'s going
in for the main event.

Final countdown, third and 10.

This is gonna be beautiful.
You'll love this.

So are you gonna come to
the game with me sometime?

- Maybe.
- Sure, it'd be great.

Sit on the bench and watch
them play, it'd be great.

Love to have you there.

Sounds like fun.

Yeah.

Tiger.

Excuse me, what's his name?

Steve.

Steve, bud, how's it going?

I think there was a telephone
call for you inside.

Thanks, dude.

Later, Cindy.

- Bye.
- No problem.

Cindy. Cindy what?

There isn't really a phone
call for him, is there?

Cynthia, my time is limited.

Much like the
intellect of Steve.

You see that attractive
gentleman over there...

by the ale dispenser?

Well, I'm his agent, and it is vital
that I obtain this information.

You see, the fate of the entire
free world hangs in the balance.

Cynthia Cronenberg.

- And why didn't he ask me himself?
- Tell him that.

- I would.
- But you have a boyfriend?

Hey, you're cruising, man.

There was no call for me.

Silly me, I don't understand
how that could've happened.

What was your name again? Chad?

Biff? Riff?

Steve. And I don't think
you're very funny.

Don't tell me.

About as funny as a crutch?

Get it?

Give me. Talk, squeal,
spill the beans.

Chill out. All right.

Okay, she knows her
name for starters.

Which for a sorority girl
is pretty impressive.

Cut to the chase.

Does she have a boyfriend?

She didn't say, but
I don't think so.

This is it.

I think...

I think I can possibly
be in love here.

You realize there's one way this girl
is ever gonna take you seriously.

Right.

If I belong to a frat.

Preferably this one.

I was thinking more along the
lines of talking to her.

J.C.

Bud, you're so naive.

Yeah.

Now, let me get this straight.

You guys wanna pledge the Betas?

That's right.

Well, now...

what makes you guys think
you're Beta material?

I mean, we've pretty
much found...

most of the guys we need to
fill the roster this semester.

You'd have to have something
special to offer.

How about money? Moolah, dough.

The old green stuff, fun ticket.

Cabbage, the old dollar sign.

Come on, killer-roo.

I'm talking about the
dinars, yens, rupee...

Quiet already.

Gentlemen...

the brothers and I can't make
any promises at this point.

But I do have a proposal.

If you guys were
willing to perform...

a little act of devotion...

some task that would prove the
sincerity of your feelings...

toward this organization.

We don't have to have sex
with a farm animal, do we?

Interesting suggestion, but no.

We had something...

a little more
challenging in mind.

Look, at least we don't have to
have sex with a farm animal.

Hey, you might like it. You
wouldn't want Cynthia anymore.

- That's not funny.
- Really, I'm serious.

Shut up.

Brother Brad, if these
guys pull this off...

are we really gonna let them in?

Get serious.

Babe, where you been?

Oh, rush stuff.

Goddamn it.

Great, I know that number.

Rudy. Hi, how you doing?

Listen, I can't remember that last
digit to the stupid security card.

Well, you need the digit
to get in the door.

Rudy, just, could you look for
it? I think it's in my notebook.

Yeah.

Yeah, on the desk,
yeah. I'll wait.

Appreciate it, Rudy.

Why can't they just have a sign?

Oh, a sign? That's good.

What do you want it to say?

"Corpses for use in wacky
fraternity pranks"?

Morgue or something.

Morgue? You're pretty clever.
A little arrow or something?

Come on. It's gotta be
around here some...

What the hell are you doing?

What the hell did you do?

I don't know. Come on.

You're kidding, right?

All right.

No, not the blue notebook.

The red one.

This gives me the creeps.

Hey, how about looking
for the lights?

How can I look for the lights?
I can't see anything.

Well, use your hands.

Hey, better yet, use
your whale radar.

You are so weird.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my
God. Oh, my God.

Think it's taking the
Lord's name in vain to say:

"Oh, my God" a whole bunch of
times really fast like that?

I believe you're allowed...

to break the commandments
in certain situations.

How about getting the
shit scared out of you...

by a creepy, scary dead guy
in a refrigerated coffin?

Are you sure he's dead?

Well, I mean...

I'm pretty sure we could safely
say he's not well, Chris.

- I wonder who he is.
- Walt Disney.

How the hell should I know?
Let's get out of here.

How long has he been here?

What am I, a tour guide? The
guy's sealed up. Let's go.

Wait a minute.

For what? The cops?

J.C., our stupid mission
is to find a cadaver...

and dump it on the front
of the P.O.G. house.

This guy's obviously part
of some experiment...

so let's get out of here.

I don't see any other handy takeout
corpses around here, do you?

Wait a second.

"Cryogenic stasis system."

Will you come on?

You really didn't do that.

Cryogenics?

Cryogenics?

Chris, do you realize
what this is?

You heard of freeze-dried
coffee, right?

Well, this is like a
freeze-dried human. A corpsicle.

- You mean like suspended animation?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's like you take someone while
they're alive and you freeze them.

Then you thaw them out a hundred
years later like a TV dinner.

We are talking total
science-fiction here.

Disengage.

No, wait.

That's it, yes, bingo.

I love you, Rudy. Thank you.

- Is he heavy?
- Yeah.

Is he cold?

Think you'll be able to
carry him all the way back?

Hey!

Oh, my God.

Great.

Now what?

Okay. How about we get a
couple of machine guns, right?

And we blow the windows
out of the joint.

And we yell, "Come on in and
get me, you dirty coppers."

I mean, everything's a
joke to you tonight.

Hey, fuck you, Chris.

Look, every single day...

I put up with your moaning
about what's-her-name...

and how you wish you
could fall in love.

But you're too chickenshit
to do anything about it.

And then this Cynthia
girl comes along.

Dream girl, 2001.

I say to myself, "What the hell, I'm
sure as hell never gonna get laid..."

so I might as well help
out my best friend."

And then you say, "J.C., help."

We gotta join the fraternity so
she'll give me the time of day."

And I say, "What the
hell, you gotta do it."

And what do I do?

I bust my ass to help you and
you get chickenshit again.

And I push and I push
and I don't give up.

And why? Why?

You don't even know.
You don't even care.

Because it's important to me that
you're happy, is that so crazy?

And we gotta act like jerks and get
in trouble in order to do that.

It's better than acting like
jerks for no reason, right?

So yeah, everything is a joke.

It's hilarious, because if
you take it seriously...

you just get depressed all the
time like you are. So fuck you.

- Yeah, well, fuck you too.
- You try it.

- If you'd let me.
- You'd want me to.

- You wish.
- Are we done?

I'm sorry I was an asshole.

If you weren't such an asshole,
even girls might like you.

Hey, throw me that
pillow, will you?

Freeze!

Thrill me.

Detective Cameron?

No, Bozo the Clown.

We had a call from
University Med Center.

Some experimental lab
has been broken into.

Detective Cameron?

No.

Bullwinkle Moose. Thrill me.

Hey, Ray.

You're looking at your
actual cryogenics lab.

They've had some kid's body
on ice here since 1959.

What is this, a homicide
or a bad B movie?

What's that?

Was a grad student.

Lab technician.

He was scheduled to
work here this evening.

Looks like he worked a
little too hard, huh?

I suppose Rip Van Winkle will
be the other body. Where is it?

The other body isn't here, sir.

What, did he have a date? What
do you mean it isn't here?

The coroner... Jake,
did you take it?

I just got here.

I'm confused. I was told
there were two bodies.

- Raimi.
- Yes, sir?

First, knock off the
"yes, sir" shit.

Second, since when does a desk
sergeant show up on a call?

Third, you told me
there were two bodies.

Now, I only see the one. You
do know the difference?

It wasn't on the sergeant
exam or anything...

but if you use your
fingers, it's real easy.

See? One, two.

- Piece of cake.
- Yes, sir.

Well, there were two bodies, but there
was a dispatch problem, you know.

Where were you guys?

Well, sir, there was a
dispatch problem, sir.

A dispatch problem.

Anyway, look, I came down
and met the night janitor.

And got a statement, of course.

This shit is getting
old real fast.

I was awakened out of a real
pleasant dream to come down here.

Straighten it out or am I gonna play
poo patrol with your night stick?

I screwed up.

I sent two rookies down
here on a case like this...

and at some point, they
both went to the...

- They went to the bathroom.
- That's fine, fine.

Candy-assed, but fine. There's
just one minor problem.

Corpses that have been
dead for 27 years...

do not get up and go for
a walk by themselves!

Sorry we had to make it
an early night, babe...

but we've got some serious
pledge humiliation to deal with.

Prez?

Lori told me to ask you if I can store
these in the house till Monday. Okay?

Well, what are they?

Well, they're kind of
brains for our bio class.

We have to dissect them.

Wait, human brains?

How about the basement?

Sure.

I just don't want them up here.

Hi, Gordon. Hi, sweetie.

Did you come to help
me study or what, huh?

Where have you been, huh?

- Let's go, let's go.
- Go back. Come along, men.

Caucasian.

Unusual pallor to
the complexion...

what's left of it.

This that body you
were looking for?

Thrill me.

Jesus Christ.

What's this supposed to be?

It's supposed to be the
housemother's cottage.

What you thinking,
Ray? Knock it off.

Did that look to you like it...?

Like it could've been
done with an ax?

I said stop it.

That psycho disappeared 27
years ago and you know it.

Do you get off on
living in the past?

- Get him up. Yeah, all right.
- Are you ready?

Watch it.

Now, stay back, girls. You
don't wanna see this.

Oh, right.

She was. She was blond.

She had on a blue sweater.
You didn't see her?

- Are you serious?
- Yes.

She was checking.

That was not too cool, bros.

- Hi, Brad.
- Okay, so we put you up to it.

But we said the Phi
Omega Gamma house...

not the Kappa Delta sorority.

Do you know the difference?

It's all Greek to me.

That was a little
joke. I was kidding.

A lot of girls were seriously freaked
out last night because of you.

Wait a second, okay? Listen,
Brother Bratskeller.

A, that whole stunt was your
Nobel Prize-winning idea...

and B, we didn't
even pull it off.

We chickened out, okay?

So why don't you just get off our
case and go practice goose-stepping?

Brad, stop.

What a jerk.

Sorry, dorks.

Don't take it personal.

Coming, babe?

I got it.

I'm really sorry.

It's not your fault.

We didn't do it.
We really didn't.

I believe you.

For the record, this
is Cynthia Cronenberg.

And we're...

Christopher Romero and
James Carpenter Hooper?

Landis, Homicide.

Well, well, well.

If it isn't Spanky and Alfalfa.

Either of you guys
recognize Mr. Miner here?

Well, he recognizes you.

It seems Mr. Miner here
is the night janitor...

at the University Med Center.

He says he saw you guys running
out of there last night.

Forty miles an hour.

Screaming like banshees.

Care to comment?

Okay.

Seems we also found
a headless body...

out in front of the Kappa
Delta house last night.

A body that came from a
lab in the basement...

of the very medical center...

that Mr. Miner saw you running
out of at 40 miles an hour.

Don't forget screaming
like banshees.

Sounds like a
pledge prank to me.

A sick, twisted, psychotic,
demented, deranged pledge prank.

But possibly, just possibly
in the ball park...

of what you might call your
collegiate tomfoolery.

You guys care to comment?

- Well...
- Captain.

Detective, I mean, we're
not your fraternity types.

I personally would
rather have my brains...

invaded by creatures from space
than pledge a fraternity.

He's lying. We did it.

- Well, the Betas...
- The Betas.

The Betas. Well, that
explains everything.

The Betas told us
to find a body...

and dump it on the steps
of another fraternity.

Well, we got into the lab and we
got the body out of this thing.

And then we chickened
out and ran away.

At 40 miles an hour.

Screaming like banshees.

It was a nervous response.

- He means the body.
- The body?

It twitched. Its eyes opened.

- I don't know, it spazzed out.
- Spazzed out. Totally.

But I swear to God, we did
not move it from that lab.

And we sure the hell...

I mean, heck, didn't
damage it in any way.

And even if we did, Mr. Miner here
would've seen us, wouldn't he?

Screaming like banshees.

Yeah, see you tomorrow.

Screaming like banshees.

Kappa Delta.

Is Cindy Cronenberg there?

Just a minute.

Cindy!

Karen?

Has anybody told
her about the cat?

It'd break her heart.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Thanks, cutie.

Hello?

Hey, babe. It's the Bradster.

- Listen, about...
- Brad...

I don't think I wanna
talk to you right now.

Hey, hey, lighten up.

It's about those
chuckle-heads, isn't it?

I mean, it'd be one thing if
you planned to pledge them.

Have a cow about
it, why don't you?

If I knew you were
gonna pull a downer...

I never even would've told you.

But that's what I get for going with
a fucking psych major, isn't it?

Gordon.

Hi, sweetie. Hi, Gordon.

Thrill me.

Wonderful.

How do you want me
to write this up?

As just a homicide?

Hi.

Hi, hi.

I looked you guys up in the student
directory. I hope you don't mind.

Oh, not at all, because
we were just doing...

I was about to take a
shower and then just...

How's it going? Wanna
come in or just...?

Actually, would a walk
be out of the question?

I know they buried him.

I saw the grave myself.

This is excellent. Night
of the Living Dead Cat.

Look, maybe the
girl was on drugs.

You know, studying can get
to you after a while.

Sounds like there's a dance
tonight, the Student Union.

And that guy's body?

The one from the lab?

It came to my window, you guys.

I swear to God.

I thought you'd understand.

I mean, I didn't know who else
to come and talk to about it.

I do understand.
We do understand.

I'm so confused.

Listen, you guys.

I really have to use the
nearest facilities...

so I'll be right back, okay?

All right, go for it, partner.

I mean, she's misplaced
her marble collection...

but definitely go for it.

Chris, if I tell you something,
you promise to believe me?

Of course.

I think...

it was a zombie.

And its head exploded...

and things like slugs or
something spilled out.

Okay.

Maybe I should walk you home.

What about J.C.?

I have a feeling he
went back to the dorms.

Oh, my God.

Oh, shit.

Oh, my God.

Shit.

What the hell was that?

Light.

Come on. Come on.

Okay.

Come on.

Oh, my God.

I feel really stupid.

I don't know.

Maybe I'm going
crazy or something.

Listen, there's a formal
tomorrow night...

and will you go with me?

What? Really?

Yeah, but what about Brad?

Brad's an asshole.

I know that, but
aren't you guys...?

Tomorrow night, okay?

No more weird stuff.

Thanks, Chris.

Good night.

Zombies, exploding heads...

creepy-crawlies and a
date for the formal.

Creepy-crawlies and a
date for the formal.

This is classic, Spanky.

Tell me something, Spanky.

Do you have a high
school sweetheart?

Maybe.

Well, whatever happened to her?

I don't know, I blew it.

She decided we didn't ever
need to talk again...

and went on with
her life, I guess.

Why?

I had a high school sweetheart.

So? What happened to her?

I blew it.

She decided we didn't
ever need to talk again.

Me, I became a cop.

I'd been a rookie about two
weeks when we got the call.

Highway patrol, they saw a
car on the side of the road.

They called it in, we responded.

It was a couple.

The guy's body was in the
woods 20 yards from the car.

My partner found him.

I found the girl.

I found her in the car.

And on the road.

And in the woods.

Your high school sweetheart
went on with her life.

Mine got hacked up by
a nutcase with an ax.

But that's not the fun part.

The fun part's what
happened next.

What happened next?

Guess.

- The police found him?
- Close.

I found him.

It wasn't what you'd call your
routine police work either.

- What would you call it?
- Revenge.

See, I tracked him
during my off-hours.

By yourself?

Oh, no, no, no.

I took my 12-gauge with me.

I tracked him and I found him.

And when I found him...

I leveled off that shotgun
right at his chest.

Spanky, guess what
happened next.

Should you be telling me this?

Close.

I pulled the trigger.

That's all real exciting
and everything...

but listen, I've
got a mid-term...

I wrapped his body
in a plastic bag.

I buried him in a vacant lot.

The lot right behind your
girlfriend's sorority.

Of course, it isn't a
vacant lot anymore.

Now the housemother's cottage
is sitting right on top of it.

Look, detective, I don't mean
to be rude or anything...

but other than just kind of
wanting to confess to a murder...

is there a point to this story?

Spanky, that's exactly what
I'm trying to figure out.

The old man left that home,
never to return again.

As long as they can think,
we'll have our problems.

But those whom we're
using cannot think.

They are the dead, brought to a
simulated life by our electro-guns.

You know, it's an
interesting thing...

when you consider, the Earth
people who can think...

are so frightened by
those who cannot.

Well, our ship should be
regenerated. We better get started.

Thrill me.

Cameron to Dispatch.

Where the hell are my backups?

What the...?

Never mind.

Check the neighborhood.
Go ahead.

She had a dog, but it took off the
second we kicked the door in.

If we used a different
stretcher for every piece...

we'd be here all night.

Forget it. Give it up.

I don't see anything.

A bit more.

We checked the garage, checked next
door, checked that whole side.

- And?
- Nothing.

Check somewhere else.

Don't come back until
you find something.

You're right, this is stupid.

Go.

I said go, not stop.

- Still nothing, sir.
- Wonderful.

Wallace and Teague are
in the patrol car.

Dante and DePalma are
on the other side.

- Reach for Hoffman.
- Detective.

I thought we were...

We've sighted suspect
and we're in pursuit.

Request immediate backup.
Repeat, we have the sucker.

We got him. We got him.

Get the 12-gauge out
of my car, now.

Freeze.

I already killed you.

You son of a bitch, I
already killed you.

- What's going on?
- Oh, Paul, have you seen J.C.?

He never came home last night.

Last time I saw him, you guys
took off with that babe.

Hey, Chris, what's
the tux for, huh?

Chris.

There's one inside me.

It got in through my mouth.

I can feel it.

It's in my brain.

I don't have a pulse
or a heartbeat.

I think I'm dead.

I killed one.

I lit a match to it.

I think fire will kill them.

I've gone to the furnace
room, the basement.

If I don't come back...

heat will kill them.

I walked, Chris.

All by myself, I walked.

I love you.

Good luck with Cynthia.

Let's go, bros.

Hey, Cunningham,
where's Brad, man?

I think he's bagging
the formal action.

I think Cindy blew him off.

Oh, bogus, man. He
must be bummed.

Really.

Bitch.

What the fuck?

Hey, dog, did you
see that thing?

Let's go, come on.

Let's go.

We're out of here.

Let's blow this pop stand.

We're going to get done, dudes.

What?

They got Alfalfa.

They get in through
your mouth...

and then they lay
eggs in your brain...

and you walk around
while they incubate.

And you walk around
even if you're dead.

Wonderful.

Come on, you guys.

Settle down or
I'll stop the bus.

Hi, Walt.

Well, well, well,
Detective Ray Cameron.

- Son of a gun, is that really you?
- It's me, all right. How's by you?

Hey, can't complain.
Cannot complain, Raymond.

Hi, sport.

Pretty fancy set of
duds you got on there.

What is it, Halloween or something,
Ray? Hey, kid, I'm only kidding.

So, what can I do you for?

Well, the thing is,
Walter, what I need is...

I need your basic flamethrower.

Flamethrower? Flamethrower?

Yeah.

Flamethrower? Jesus.

What's the matter? The old snub-nose
ain't good enough for you anymore?

Yeah, I know. Just bring out the old
heavy artillery, will you, Walt?

We got one slingshot and one
BB gun and one flamethrower.

There you go.

Gotta watch out for this baby.

Light the pilot, it goes out...

and it plays hard to get
like a son of a bitch.

- Thanks.
- So if you let me have the requisition.

Oh, well, the thing is...

Oh, the thing is, Walter, I...

I don't have a requisition
form is the thing.

You don't? Well, jeez.

To tell you the truth, Ray, there
could be a little problem.

Yeah.

There could be a little problem.

Well, I'm so sure.

Don't everybody run to
answer the door at once.

Guy.

I'm so sure.

Very hilarious, Brad.

Cindy, Brad's here.

I was gonna call you.

Look, I'm sorry things
didn't work out.

We're just two different people.

That doesn't mean that
it's over forever.

We just need time to think.

Cynthia, get away from it.

Sorry, Brad. Don't
take it personal.

Hey, who are you?

I'm gonna call the police.

You do that. Now.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know that it was...

Here, hold this,
you'll feel better.

I've got good news
and bad news, girls.

The good news is
your dates are here.

What's the bad news?

They're dead.

Shit.

Oh, shit.

Cynthia, look.

Look, you squeeze this
thing to fire, okay?

Jesus, Cynthia. Try and fire it.

Do something, damn it!

Well, don't go out there.

So fire when I do, okay?

Are you ready?

Now!

You. Lock those doors.

Duck.

It's Miller time.

Don't these creeps
take no for an answer?

How many of them are there?

Come on, come on. Shoot him.

It's jammed.

Give me a fucking break.

Here, come on.

Real good plan.

Oh, my God.

Chris.

Chris. Chris.

Chris.

Get out of there.

Go.

Later, dude.

Holy shit, the basement.

What's in the basement?

Storage, boxes.

One of the girl's
science projects.

- Oh, my...
- Get out of the house.

Get out of the house.

Get out of the house now.

No, no. Get out.

Get out, get out of here.
Take her and get out.

Get the hell out of here.

Wonderful.

Don't even think about it,
you little son of a bitch.

Twenty.

Nineteen.

Eighteen.

Seventeen.

Sixteen.

Thirteen, 12, 11.

Ten, nine...

eight, seven...

six...

Five, four, three...

One.

Detective, thrill me.

Nice tux.