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- ["Creepshow" theme music plays}

-J "j"

- Evan Miller: When are we going to acknowledge

that even with medical insurance in america,

it is impossible to afford the lifesaving medication

that this mother needs for her daughter?

She's sick, and she will die without it.

When is our government gonna wake up

and start taking care of its own?

Access to healthcare is a human right.

No citizen of our great country

should be forced to cross an international border

just to buy the lifesaving medication that they need.

- Woman on TV: My daughter needs her medication to survive.

We can't afford it here.

- Man on TV: I love this country,

but we need to see some change.

- I'm house representative Evan Miller,

and I approve this message.

Ahh...

- Jeez.

Man: All right, come on!

Let's get everything set up out front.

Man: Over here!

Officer: Well, shit.

It's gonna be a whole goddamn thing, isn't it?

- Man: Let's get the banner centered.

Come on, a little to the left. Little to the left, people.

And there we are.

Okay, everyone!

Let's form kind of a semicircle around the front here.

- Mm, mm, mm.

- Thank you. - It's very kind, thank you.

- Now, folks, we all just shared a long journey across the border

to a Canadian pharmacy to send a message back

to real Americans like yourselves

about the need to reform our broken healthcare system.

The fact that you're all standing here before me today...

Evan: Is a clear sign

that our system is corrupt and broken.

- Evan: And it's time for our government to wake...

- This might do the trick, okay? - It should settle your stomach.

- Evan: Now, my team's been telling me that the video

that we made...

That's better, isn't it?

- Evan: Which means, right now...

- She's okay. - She just needs to eat.

- Evan: About the importance of access

to low-cost prescription medication.

- Yeah, let's take that enthusiasm all the way

to Washington!

Another 10 minutes,

I would've been loading the boxes into my truck.

- Well, looks like we got lucky, then.

Thank you for accommodating us, officer.

All right, everybody, come on in.

- How are you doing, there? - We're almost home.

We're almost home.

Good to be back, huh? Almost.

- Excuse me, uh, your girl okay there, ma'am?

- You know, officer, many of these fine folks here have

some very serious medical issues,

our country's failed them.

- Mm. - Hence the reason for our trip.

- Okay, now folks, this whole system's automated now.

All you gotta do is step up to the line,

put your picture page of your passport into the scanner.

You look up, and it'll take your picture.

It'll go green, and it'll let you on through.

- So, friend.

You know, this is actually my home district.

It'd be fine thing to count on your support.

- Well, congressman, we probably don't see eye to eye,

you know what I mean?

- What's your number-one issue?

Sovereign citizen?

Evan: Guns rights?

You know, Karl Marx once said that any attempt...

To disarm the workers

must be frustrated by force if needed.

Don't quote Marx to me, man.

Don't suit your milquetoast centrist policies.

You ain't no real leftist.

You know what I mean?

Are you some backwoods,

manifesto-writing communist?

- Born and bred red, baby.

Why do you think border patrol banished me

out to the armpit of nowhere

to watch technology steal my job?

- I... I... I can't tell if you're kidding or not, there, comrade.

- I'll tell you what.

You start talking about guillotines

and you got my vote, man, 100%.

Simple as that.

Now, you have a good evening, sir.

You gotta go on through yourself.

There you go.

- 'Scuse me, ma'am.

Would you step outta line for a moment, please?

- Um, is there really a need for it?

- Can you please just step out of line

and walk over to that table, there?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Take your pocketbook with you.

Sort of the whole point.

- Okay. I'll be right back, sweetheart, okay?

Officer: Mm, mm, mm, mm.

I saw that, miss.

Hand it over, see what you got.

Do you know what's in this?

- Okay. It appears you've been feeding her a lot of pills.

- She's sick, but she's not contagious.

- I mean, if we could just get... - Okay, then.

Why don't you, uh, head on through the passport check

and I'll talk to your mommy a little bit, okay?

- There you go.

I need to look into your purse there, please.

Thank you.

Anything sharp or dangerous?

Uh, excuse me?

- Sorry, what? Oh, no.

- Mm-Kay.

Oh, shit.

Pardon my language, ma'am, but I'm sorry, this is not good.

You can't carry this much medication across the border,

prescription or not.

- Well, half of it belongs to my daughter.

- Okay. If that's how you wanna play it.

Here we go.

Split like this, you're both over the limit.

Way over, not to mention the fact

some of these are illegal in the states.

- Evan: Look at this, we've got an Asian-American citizen

being harassed by border patrol. Now, if I intervene,

we could go viral twice in one day, you know?

Show that I can step into power,

but that I also care about the marginalized communities.

I mean, I don't know, what do you think?

-Yeah, sure.

- Now, ladies and gentlemen,

if y'all don't mind following me to the waiting area,

we'll all go in and take a seat until we all sort this out.

Ma'am, this way with you.

- This is gonna be good. - Go, go, go...

- Officer: Won't be long, then... - Uh, then y'all be on your way.

This way, please.

That's it, this way.

Here you go, right in here.

There you go.

- Okay, guys, let's do this.

Uh, this is lovely.

- Officer: This won't be too long.

I'll be right with you.

That's it.

Hey, go on in.

No, no, no, no, momma. You stay with me.

Just go sit down, honey. Be right there.

There you go. We're gonna go this way.

Here we go.

- Hey, excuse me! - Excuse me! Thank you!

Gotta go, right?

You sure you're okay?

Come on, i-i-let's find you some water, okay?

Hey.

- Come with me.

Come on, come on, come on.

- There you go.

- I really need to get back to my daughter.

- Mm-hmm. Well, the quicker we get this done, the better.

Woman's voice: Jonah...

- Passport, please.

Okay. First thing's first.

I'm sincerely sorry that america has failed you,

especially as a lady and a minority.

I cannot even imagine.

But you know what?

It's the whole goddamn corrupt system, isn't it?

Your girl, she needs her meds.

And you'll do anything to get 'em for her.

I... I get that. I truly do.

But making trips up to Canada is not a viable long-term solution,

you get me?

You get home and back a better candidate.

- Sir, can I...

- Please, allow me to say my piece.

Despite it being illegal to film

at a border crossing like this one,

she's got a camera rolling out there.

And when that video gets out, if I'm caught not doing my job,

well, then we're all screwed, aren't we?

So, what we're gonna do is you're going to just sit here

for a minute. You're gonna nod.

You're gonna take your pills and be on your way.

Is that okay with you?

- No. - Officer: No?

- I need to leave now!

My daughterjust threw up her medication.

If she doesn't take the pills, then, uh...

-Are you holding this woman against her will?

- See what I gotta put up with? Hm?

Be right back.

Woman's voice: Jonah...

Down here.

Jonah:

Okay, get this again.

- Congressman, do you mind? - I'm trying to do my job.

- I do not mind at all, sir,

except for the fact that I will not stand idly by

and watch an American citizen be harassed by the fascist whim

of some two-bit security guard

drunk on whatever power he's afforded.

Officer: All right, ma'am,

I think you've filmed quite enough.

- Evan: No, no, no. - You keep right on rolling.

Sir, I demand that you release this woman.

- You demand?

Well, if that's how you want to expand your political capital,

ma'am, you go ahead and keep filming.

Evan: That's right.

- Now, I figure you got your speech and you got a shot of

a guy you can spin any way you want.

But then of course you got your own flagrant display

- of abuse of power, don't you? - Excuse me?

- You never even asked why I pulled this woman aside.

- [Gaspsi

- officer: You had a potential drug trafficker

- on your official campaign bus... - Evan: A drug trafficker?

- Officer: With a quantity of drugs that far exceeds legal...

Hurry!

- Please open the door! - Ma'am...

- You really think that this poor woman...

- Calm down. - Is dealing in black market...

- She's got about two dozen boxes

of illegal prescription pills, there.

Those can be some sort of amphetamine cocktail.

- Oh, unbelievable. - Are you kidding me?

- Look, you saw her daughter.

- You tell me she didn't look like she was

- going through with... - Drawls?

- Ma'am, just a minute! - I'll tell you what I saw...

A terrible example of... Of racial profiling.

You saw nothing.

- I saw nothing? - Ma'am, please! Please!

- I know what I saw, sir. - Ma'am, miss, please...

- Sit down, sit down. - Evan: Calm down, calm down.

We're gonna get to the bottom of this.

- Officer: This is for your own good, ma'am.

- No! - That is not necessary.

You know what? It's gonna be okay.

Tell him what's in these.

- I don't know! I don't know. - Well, what?

Just read the back of the box.

- I can't, okay? - I don't read Chinese.

- You can't read? - Chinese.

- I'm not that kind of Asian!

- Well, what the hell kind of Asian are you?

- Uh, and there it is!

Miss, you get that video back to town

and you auction it off to the highest bidder and get rich.

Evan: Wait a second.

You son of a bitch, you set me up!

- Huh? You can go, ma'am.

Thank you for the extra few minutes of your time.

- Whoa!

Hey!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey. Give me my firearm.

Give me the key.

- Don't be difficult. - You're safer in here.

Now, hand over the gun.

Miss.

- No! Damn, woman! - What the hell?

- Hey, hey! Miss! - Easy. I need my gun!

- I told you that my daughter needed me, okay?

And now she's feeding!

Goddamn it, she needs her medication

to keep her condition under control!

- Officer: - Let me go!

- I'm sorry. I can't do that.

No!

Whoa.

Sir?

- Officer: Oh my god. - What happened?

Oh, they were butchered!

Oh, Christ almighty.

I'm sorry, sir.

Come on.

- No, no, no...

- Come on, pull yourself together, man!

Buck up!

Okay. Okay.

- They're dead. - They're all dead.

Watch your... watch your step. Okay.

Oh, this is not good.

- Sweetheart?

Are you okay?

- Come on, come on, come on!

Mai:

- Officer: Oh! - Stay put, congressman.

I'll take care of this.

- Miss? You okay in there?

Whoa!

Shit, damn it!

- Do not come in here unless you have my daughter's body!

- Ma'am, come on now! - It's all your fault!

She just needed her medicine!

- I cannot let that thing cross the border, you know that.

- That "thing" is my daughter and she's an American citizen.

- Excuse me, ma'am, but I'm not sure if that fact

has much relevance at this exact moment.

Miss?

Whoa!

Doggone it!

- Evan: Officer! - I found something!

- Fine. Okay, ma'am. It's okay.

Uh, uh, get it, get it, get it.

The mother wants the body.

I don't see any choice.

That thing needs to be destroyed.

Mai:

- Where is that coming from?

- We got your goddamn body!

- Oh, sweetheart! Thank god.

- No, no, no! - It's not her fault!

She just needed her medicine!

And now it's too late.

No, no, no.

No, please! You're killing her!

- I got it.

I gotta put this little one out of her misery.

I'm sorry.

Mai:

- Officer: It's the only way. - I'm sorry, sweetheart.

- Officer: - Mai:

I'm sorry, mai.

I'm so sorry.

All quiet.

Mission accomplished, I guess.

- Oh, yeah.

- Sorry about your wife, sir.

- Yeah.

I'm sure once the adrenaline wears off,

I'll feel something about that.

Thank you, man.

I'm sure my campaign can squeeze a few extra ounces

of political sympathy out of it.

- Hmm.

- Officer: You know what? - There's a lesson here somewhere.

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

I mean, fucking immigrants, right?

- Oh, you racist piece of shit! - What the hell?

Is that the first thing that comes to your mind?

- Oh, well, I mean, maybe there's something about putting

our political and ideological differences aside

to come together to fight a common enemy.

- I was just thinking...

If this poor girl had proper access to her medication,

I mean, who knows, right?

Weren't you just up in Canada

trying to sell that exact same message to your management?

- Evan: Comrade, I will do whatever my PR firm tells me

I need to do to get elected.

I mean, shit, even if I do win,

do you think there's one member of congress that's gonna vote to

put a price cap on prescription medication?

I didn't run to fight battles

neither side really wants to win.

- Dude, that's some grade a fucking cynicism there, buddy.

Why even run for office?

- I mean, beats working like a peasant, right?

Plus, ironically, the job

actually comes with some pretty damn good

government-provided health insurance.

- What's your co-pay?

Both:

- Male reporter: Because of the obvious threat

to untold numbers of citizens,

and because of the crisis which is even now developing,

this radio station will remain on the air day and night.

This station and hundreds of other radio and TV stations

throughout this part of the country

are pooling their resources through

an emergency network hookup to keep you informed

of all developments.

- Reporter: Murder being committed by

a virtual army of unidentified assassins.

It seems to be a sudden,

general explosion of mass homicide.

When this emergency first began,

radio and television was advising people

to stay inside behind locked doors for safety.

Well, that situation has now changed.

- Howdy, boys.

- Uh, I have...

- We're headed out to ridgeway house, Evan.

We're going for cliven.

- Boys, uh, I know you all have

good reasons to be angry, but, um...

It's probably best we stay inside.

Wait for the national guard to get here.

- Radio says military ain't gettin' here 'til Tuesday

at the earliest.

- With all the chaos going on around here,

no one's ever gonna know what happened to him.

- You know I can't sanction something like this.

- We're not asking permission, chief.

We want you to join us.

- No.

I'm notjoining ya 'cuz

y'all ain't doing nothing but going home.

- Evan, how many times have you put that boy behind bars?

- As many as it takes.

- It not gonna stick as long as his daddy runs the show.

- Yeah, he can do whatever he wants.

Just ask my brother's family.

- My sister.

- Or worse.

What he done to my daughter.

- I'm sorry, Joe, there's no evidence...

- Horseshit!

- Loopholes.

- I'm not gonna say it again.

We don't do vigilante justice in this town.

That goes for all of you.

Now get.

-Well...

If I see him on my way home tonight...

Who knows?

- Carl, you're better than this. - Used to be.

Maybe not no more.

- Carl. I'm riding with you.

You keep taking the high road, chief!

We'll take the other way.

- You boys do anything tonight

and tomorrow it'll be the law that gets ya!

- The law?

Ain't no law no more, chief.

Don't you get it?

-Aw, shit!

I'MMA try to beat them out there.

You go find Tommy and take a ride through town,

see if cliven's hanging around!

- Fuckin' last thing I wanna be doing tonight, cliven,

is saving your dumb ass.

- Reporter on radio: Repeating this latest bulletin

just received moments ago from cumberland, Maryland.

Civil defense authorities have told newsmen that murder victims

show evidence of having been partially devoured

by their murderers.

- Police radio: Chief? - Reporter: Medical examination

of victims' bodies shows conclusively...

- Police radio: Tommy says he saw cliven's gto

when he was on patrol about 10 minutes ago

parked outside the old wire factory.

- Shit!

- The hell you doin' all the way out here, cliven?

Chief: Oh.

My god...

Oh, edda.

- This is police chief foster.

Whoever that is better step into the light now

and keep your hands where I can see 'em!

Oof!

- Cliven!

-Well, well.

If it ain't my daddy's pet po-lice.

What you doin' all the way out here, chief?

- Lookin' for ya. - Whole town's lookin' for ya.

A group of Carl fenston's boys

wanna put you in the grave tonight.

Joe Donovan, too.

- Oh, not that again.

Chief: Care to explain this?

- Crazy old bat. - I thought she was

some kind of squatter or somethin' comin' after me.

Or one of them things on the news, you know?

- You've seen them things... - From the looks of it,

I think you'd better come up with a better story.

You think I did this, chewed on her arm?

Ain't you seen the news?

It's open season on them thing...

- That's in the cities.

Not here.

Not in my town.

Your town? This ain't your town.

This is my daddy's town.

Last I checked, a mayor's more important than a,

uh... a guard dog.

- Cliven, to be clear,

I've got half a mind to leave you be and

- let these boys track you... - Hey, hey, look.

- I ain't been convicted of... - Let me finish.

- Okay.

-All you done, it'd serve you right.

But that ain't my way.

As soon as this town stops following the rules,

won't be a town left to save, so you're comin' with me.

- Oh.

I feel so safe.

Big boy's gonna protect me...

- Put the rifle down and your hands on the wall!

- Easy, chief.

- Cliven, you know damn well how to be arrested.

- Look at that.

- Whole town... - Shut up!

- Cliven: I'm feeling like a celebrity.

Everybody's lookin' for ol' cliven.

- I got a bad feeling about this.

- Cliven!

- Cliven: Well, it looks like I'm the one saving you from

the mob tonight, chief.

A little thank you would be nice.

That's the problem with you people.

No gratitude, no nothin'.

That's to tie up my dogs.

I bring 'em out here for... training.

Rowdy bitches, those ones.

Rowdy bitches!

- Sometimes you just gotta break 'em down.

Let 'em know what's what.

You know what I mean?

Oh, fuck!

What the fuck, man?

- Cliven ridgeway, you're under arrest.

- What for? The fuck for? - That old lady over there?

I told you, she came at me!

You heard the news. It's open season on them things!

- Last time I saw edda, she was alive as you and me.

Until I know different, that means it's homicide,

and that puts you behind bars.

- Okay. Okay.

Ow, ow! Ow, ow!

So that's what this is, huh?

Railroad job.

And now you're driving me to jail in a car my family bought

the department.

- I thanked your folks at the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

That don't excuse you of murder.

- Only it's not edda winterson's murder you're arresting me for,

is it?

- Carl fenston, this is police chief foster.

Carl, you got your ears on?

- Carl: 10-2, is that you, chief?

-10-12.

I'm on a backstroke here.

And I got cliven ridgeway with me.

- The hell you talkin' to him for?

- Shut up. - Carl: Well, what do you know?

Guess who decided to join the party.

- What's that supposed to mean, party?

- I'm en route back to the station.

I want you and Jeremy to meet me there, got it?

Carl: Yes, sir!

Glad to see you had a change of heart, chief.

- Hey! I thought you were protecting me from them.

Now you're calling them in?

I know my fuckin' rights here, chief.

- Okay, look, foster.

There's only two ways this is gonna go.

Either the courthouse opens tomorrow and the judge hands me

a get out of jail free card,

or the courts never open again and you let me out

on account of there ain't no fucking courts anymore!

They! Ain't! Never!

Gonna! Put! Me! In! Jail!

I'm chief foster!

I think I'm big and bad!

I got a badge and a gun. I'm the law!

Cliven: Fuckin' shit!

What is this?

Hey, what is it?

Fuck are you doing?

- Evening, chief.

- Good evening, chief. - Hi, boys.

- What you got?

Got me an idea.

Carl: What's your idea?

- It's a little unsavory, but...

- What the fuck is he...

- Chief: I want your boys to pick up sue.

Don't have to if it's asking too much.

- Never wanted to do something more in my life.

- Chief: Shouldn't take you that long.

- I'll tell the others.

- That son of a bitch.

That son of a bitch.

- Oh god.

Fuck! Fuck!

- Hey! You better hope that tastee freeze is hiring,

you pencil-neck son of a bitch!

'Cuz you're gonna be out on your freakin' ass! Hah!

- Get up! Get up! Get up!

- Okay, okay, you can't treat me like this, foster.

I'm the mayor's son.

The mayor's son!

- Reporter: Wave of murder which is

sweeping the eastern third of the nation

is being committed by creatures who feast upon

the flesh of their victims.

- I'm not arresting you for something you didn't do, cliven.

But not being convicted of a crime ain't the same

as not having committed it.

That's a lesson I don't think you've learned.

- Reporter: However, reports persisted.

Medical examinations of some of the victims bore out the fact

that they had been partially devoured.

- At least buy me a drink first, sweetheart.

- Sweetheart, hm.

Is that what you called Joe Donovan's daughter, cliven?

- Oh, so that's what this is about.

Ifucking told you I had nothing to do with that little girl.

I got eyewitnesses to back up my alibi.

You got nothin'. No evidence, nothing!

- Yup. You got me there.

Normally we'd have all the evidence we need, but, uh,

the only forensic tech we got access to suddenly decided

to go on a European vacation, of all things.

First class tickets, four seasons hotel.

Helluva trip for someone on his wages.

- That sounds lovely.

I can't control when someone decides

to take a fuckin' vacation.

- Nah, you can't.

I expect that was your daddy.

- Hey!

You gonna let me out of these cuffs?

- Nah, I don't think I will tonight.

- You can't leave me in here, chief!

Not with what's going on out there.

It's not safe.

It ain't right, that's for goddamn sure!

- Chief: Probably the safest place

you can be right now, cliven.

For a little while, anyway.

I mean, according to you,

the judge'll have you out come morning.

So nothin' to worry about, right?

Son of a bitch!

- This is the latest disclosure, in a report from

national civil defense headquarters in Washington.

It has been established that persons who have recently died

have been returning to life and committing acts of murder.

- Reporter: A widespread investigation of reports from

funeral homes, morgues, and hospitals has concluded

that the unburied dead are coming back to life

and seeking human victims.

It's hard for us here to believe what we're reporting to you,

but it does seem to be a fact.

- What?

Cassius-fucken-Clay.

- The hell are you all doing here?

- They're, um, interested parties.

- Interested?

Oh, okay.

I see what we got here. You're rounding up everyone

who ever held a grudge against old cliven ridgeway, huh?

There's gonna be a public execution.

I thought you were a man of the law, foster, but no.

You're gonna put a bullet in me while these assholes watch.

- Why would I do that?

- 'Cuz you believe all the shit they talk about me.

What... what, uh, Carl says I did to his brother's silo.

What Jeremy said I did to his sister on prom night.

Chub, I don't even know what I did to you.

I thought we were friends.

What Joe Donovan said I did to his daughter.

What he thinks I did to his daughter.

- You got off on all those, cliven.

- Yeah. But we sure as hell ain't here

because of all that at the wire factory.

- You got one chance to say something decent here.

So I'm gonna ask you.

You got something you wanna confess to us?

- Fuck you.

Fuck you all!

- Man: Hold it, damn it! - The hell's that, foster?

- So... the thing of it is...

Because that forensic tech was in Europe,

we had to send sue Donovan's body to somerset county for

the autopsy, or at least we were supposed to.

They're so backed up on cases, as you can imagine.

She's still sitting in the morgue.

You see where I'm getting at?

- I got no idea of why you're rapping on about

some dead girl's autopsy.

- Not some dead girl.

Her name was sue, cliven.

Sue Donovan.

-Yeah! Yeah, I know!

And you and her crazy-ass father had the whole goddamn town

believing I did something to her.

Some fucking sheep you are!

- Point is... if they'd performed the autopsy

during the normal course of events,

they would've taken her brain out to weigh it.

But in this case, they just did the measurements,

put it in a jar.

You mean... you mean she...

What is that, foster?

- You know what it is.

No. What are you doing?

- Chief. - Carl.

- Carl, no!

Jeremy, no, don't bring that thing in here!

Come on! Come on!

Chief, no! Chief, no!

Chief!

Aah!

Come on!

- Can I know, chief, what changed your mind?

- Foster! Jeremy! Come... come on!

- You know, when these things started coming back

from the dead, I was...

I thought it was the end times. I was right and truly scared.

Come on!

- Then I saw something tonight, something... worse.

Cliven:

- What was it? What did you see?

Chief: This.

- [Gaspsi

Cliven:

- [Gaspsi

Cliven: Oh no. No.

No, no, no, no. No.

No.

Oh, god, no. No.

Aah! Aah! Aah!

- Cliven: Foster! No! - No!

Aah! Aah!

Oh god! Oh god!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Oh god, oh god.

Oh my god!

- You know, if this is the end times...

Maybe we deserve it.

You heard what the news said. There's no more rules.

Let's go find his daddy.

- Yeah, okay!

- Chief, if I were surrounded by six or eight of these things,

would I stand a chance with them?

- Well, there's no problem.

If you have a gun, shoot 'em in the head.

That's a sure way to kill 'em.

If you don't, get yourself a club or a torch.

Beat 'em or burn 'em. They go up pretty easy.

- Well, chief mcclellan, how long do you think it will

take you until you get the situation under control?

- Well, that's pretty hard to say.

We don't know how many of 'em there are.

We know when we find 'em, we can kill 'em.

- Are they slow-moving, chief?

- Yeah, they're dead. - They're... all messed up.

- ["Creepshow" theme music plays}

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