All language subtitles for Creepshow - engl

I told you before
I didn't want you to read this crap.

I never saw such rotten
crap in my life.

Where do you get this shit?
Who sells it to you?

I'm talking to you, young man. You
wanna answer me when I'm talking to you.

Remember who puts the frigging bread
on the table around here, don't you?

Stan, don't be too hard
on him, all the kids read them.

My boy isn't all the kids.

You wanna know
where this is going, Billy?

In the garbage.
Right into the frigging garbage.

Now, you got any smart mouth
about that?

I don't see how it's any worse
than the books you keep in your dresser.

Those ones under your underwear,
those sex books.

- Stan, you didn't have to...
- Hit him?

Not only do I find out he's reading this crap,
he's a goddamn little snoop as well.

No, it wasn't like that!

You said for me to get your cuff links.
It was on Sunday.

The windows are open downstairs,
I better go down and close them.

- The rain will get in.
- No, I'll do it.

I got some garbage
I wanna throw away.

Daddy, please don't
throw it away. I'm sorry.

The next time, young man, I find you with
a worthless piece of shit like this again...

...you won't sit down
for a week, buddy boy.

Remember that.

Tuck in.

That takes care of that.

Stan, don't you think you were...

...a little hard on him?

Did you see that crap?
All that horror crap?

Things coming out of crates
and eating people?

Dead people coming back to life?
People turning into weeds, for chrissake?

- Well, yes, I did, but I...
- Well, you want him reading that stuff?

- Well, no, but...
- All right, then.

I took care of it.

That's why God
made fathers, babe.

That's why God made fathers.

I hope you rot in hell.

Do you really think she'll
be out, Aunt Sylvia?

Of course she will, Richard.
You know that.

You can set your watch by her.
Six o'clock on the dot.

Pass those scones, Cass.
You're such a hog.

You married a great hog, Henry.

But then I suppose you know that,
don't you?

Our Cass has always had
such extremely healthy appetites.

Who's coming out, Cass?

You mean Cass hasn't told you about
dotty old Great-Aunt Bedelia...

...the patriarch of our clan?

Isn't she the one
that was supposed to have...?

- Well...
- Supposed to have murdered her father?

Yes.

Bedelia is my aunt...

...which means that she's
Richard and Cass' great-aunt...

...which also means
that she's older than God.

But her father, Nathan Grantham,
was even older and meaner than that.

All a bunch of dirty vultures...

...just waiting to get
your hands on my money.

He was hysterically jealous
of Bedelia all his life.

Complete Freudian relationship.

Then when he was about 184,
he had a stroke...

...and lucky Bedelia,
she got to nurse him full time.

Then she met a fella.

Yes, sir, a real
September courtship.

September courtship?

This was October or November
at the very least.

He was 75. Aunt Bedelia is...?

Never mind, my dears.

The point is, Henry, Bedelia
loved her rather elderly beau...

...and her own father
had him murdered.

Yarbro was the guy's name,
and he supposedly died...

...in a "hunting accident."

That's what's
on the books, anyway.

For Bedelia,
it was the last straw.

She bashed her father's head in
with a marble ashtray.

So rumor has it.

Well, however it happened...

...it was good riddance
to some extremely bad rubbish.

And my lovely niece
and my handsome nephew...

...have very good reasons for
being pleased at old Nathan's death.

There was no trouble about
the will. Share and share alike.

And now, every Father's Day,
every single Father's Day since his death...

...for seven long years,
she returns to this house...

...the scene of her crime.

- Is that...?
- Oh, yes.

You can almost set
your watch by her.

Screech to a halt, as they say.

- Do you think she really did it?
- Oh, yes.

I know she did it.

Bedelia was always very unstable,
even when she was much younger.

And after the death of her gentleman friend,
she grew steadily worse.

Why Father's Day?

Because that was the day of the tragedy,
and she is overwhelmed with her own guilt.

She will go to her father's grave
and meditate for about an hour.

And then she will come inside...

...and we will all sit down
to a nice baked-ham dinner...

...the three of us...

Oh, I'm so sorry, Henry. The four of us.

...who now owe her so very much.

Where's my cake?

I want my cake.

Where's my cake, Bedelia?

Where's my Father's Day cake?

I want my cake...

...you dirty bitch.

I'm going to have it.

Bedelia!

It's Father's Day.

Where's my cake?

You promised me my cake!

Bedelia, I'm your father...

...and you're supposed to be
taking care of me.

I don't hear you.
I said, I don't hear you!

Bedelia, you bitch!

What do you think
I've got you here for?

You're just like all the others.

You're nothing but
a bunch of vultures.

Bedelia! I want my cake.

Bedelia!

Where's my Father's Day cake?

Happy Father's Day!

Don't be stupid.

Happy Father's Day.

God, I didn't know
I had it in me.

I'm your daughter, right?
You bootlegger. Killer, murderer!

Ungrateful bastard.

Shouldn't have killed
Peter, you know.

He was a man, right, a real man.

See, everything I wanted,
he wanted for me.

You stupid bastard.
You screwed it all up.

You screwed up my mother,
you screwed me up.

You got me so mad,
drove me crazy.

"I want my cake, Bedelia.
You bitch!"

You called me a bitch.

Sylvia fixed it all.

Ashtray back in place,
chair overturned.

You took a fall, Daddy,
a bad fall.

Nobody could catch us, nobody.

You taught me. You taught Sylvia.
You taught us all.

It's so peaceful here.

No! No!

Where's my cake, Bedelia?

I want my cake.

It's Father's Day, Bedelia.

I want my cake.

Cass! Cass, turn that down!

Cass, turn that down
and turn it down right now.

Shall I glaze
the ham now, ma'am?

No, Mrs. Danvers,
you'll have to wait.

Ms. Grantham
has not yet arrived.

And you will remember that
today is a very special day for her.

Yes, ma'am.

- Ain't life grand, Mrs. D.?
- I do hope she's all right.

Sometimes she loses
track of time.

Aunt Bedelia?

Ms. Grantham, are you around?

Whoa...

Jesus.

Where's my cake?

I want it. It's mine.

- Where is he?
- My dear, I really couldn't say.

No doubt he's still out at the grave,
hobnobbing with your Aunt Bedelia...

...getting her side
of the story, I expect.

Well, I want him. And I
want my dinner. I'm hungry.

Well, go get him, then.

You go, Richard.

He's your husband.
I don't even like him.

I'll go and get him.

After all, he's
such a sweet boy.

Mrs. Danvers? Mrs. D...

Mrs. Danvers.

Mrs. Dan...

I want my cake.

Where is she?
And where the hell is Hank?

Go see, Richard. Please? Please?

Look, my daring sister...

...he is your hick...

Husband, I mean.
You go look for him.

Richard, I'm scared,
and it's dark out there.

Look, I just wanna get
another bottle of wine, okay?

Please, Richard.

All right. Come on.

Come on.

Are we conserving energy?

It's Father's Day...

...and I got my cake.

Oh, my God!

Happy Father's Day.

Holy old Jesus.

That's a meteor. I'd be dipped
in shit if that ain't a meteor.

Oh, shit!

I wonder how much they'd pay
for it up at the college?

I wonder how much
they'd pay for it up at the college?

Well, damn fine one,
Mr. Verrill.

Uh-huh.

How does $50 sound?

Not a cent less than 200 bucks.

- Seventy-five?
- Two hundred.

Anita Verrill
didn't raise no idjits.

Keep a-countin'.

Not a cent less than 200.

My meteor, my price.

Pay off that bank loan.
That's the ticket.

Got to cool the
son of a bitch off. Yeah.

Oh, you done it now,
Jordy Verrill.

You lunkhead.

You lunkhead.

Two hundred dollars?

For a broken meteor?

Mr. Verrill, you must be joking.

I wouldn't give you 2 cents.

Jordy Verrill, you lunkhead.

Verrill luck's always in,
and you spell that kind of luck B-A-D.

Still, I got to try.

Meteor shit.

Maybe I can glue it together
in the morning.

The World Wrestling Federation champion...

...defending his title here
at Madison Square Garden.

That's Sika, the Samoan
Number 1, in control.

Oh, a kick nails him. Oh, baby.

Everything went but the
kitchen sink. Look out.

That huge 300-pounder
drop kicked right on out.

Hit to the midsection now,
Backlund reverses it.

Once again,
it's gone to the buckle.

Backlund working on the left arm
of Samoan Number 1.

Hit to the midsection.
Backlund has him up.

Oh, forget about it.

Jesus Christ.

I'm sorry, Mr. Verrill.

Those fingers have...

...got to come off.

Uh-oh.

This is going to be extremely painful...

...Mr. Verrill.

Oh, Jordy Verrill...

...you lunkhead, you been...

We're gonna try...
No, Backlund behind him.

Throws him up.

Pushes back.

I thought I'd find you up.

Oh, stop that. Now, don't cry,
this isn't gonna do a bit for you.

Oh, I'm crying because
Aunt Mattie and Aleck make me so mad.

Aleck and Aunt Mattie? Fiddlesticks.

Golly, don't it itch.

Well, that's
Verrill luck, all right.

Always in, always bad.

But there's a difference
between dreaming and doing.

The dreamers just
sit around and moon...

...about how wonderful it would be
if only things were different.

The years roll on,
and they grow old.

By and by, they forget everything,
even about their dreams.

I don't want to be like that.
I want to be somebody.

Oh, everyone laughed at us,
as they did at all the other pioneers.

They said this country
would never be anything but a wilderness.

We didn't believe that.
We were going to make a new country.

Besides, we wanted to see
our dreams come true.

Granny, it must have been wonderful.

It was wonderful.

But don't you think for one single minute
that it was easy, Esther Blodgett.

We burned in summer
and we froze in winter...

...but we kept right on going,
and we didn't complain...

...because we were doing
what we wanted to do.

Can you understand that?

No.

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

No. No.

There you are, you sucker.
I knowed you was in there someplace.

The Tristate Ecumenical
Council presents Let There Be Light...

...with Father Martin Burdine.

Many of you
have made the great breakthrough...

...one giant step,
the faith decision.

Needed that.

You then said,
"My troubles are over."

Not true.

Look up. Lift up your head.

You will succeed.

Be confident of this one thing:

That God, who has begun
a good thing in you...

...will complete it.

Prerecorded.

I'm growing.

Oh, my God. What a dr...

Oh, no, not there!

- Jordy.
- Daddy?

Jordy.

But you're dead.

You've been dead...

...Christ, three years almost.

You ain't gonna get
into that tub, are you?

It's the water
that it wants, Jordy.

Don't you know that?
You get in that water, Jordy...

...you might as well
sign your death warrant.

I'm a goner already,
Daddy, ain't I?

I got the stuff
from out of that meteor on me...

...and I'm gone, ain't I?

Daddy?

Daddy?

Ah...

Oh, better.
Oh, that's lots better. Oh.

Oh, that's good.

And now it's time for the Farm Report...

...brought to you
by Grainger Farm Supply...

...the home of all your feed
and farm supplies.

Grain prices closed mixed
after rising most of the session...

...in reaction
to some of the positive export news.

Analysts said prices were centered
in the new highs...

...in the late-session selling
by commission houses and local traders...

...who sought to take profits
from the early advances.

Pork-belly prices and most livestock prices
fell on the Chicago Mercantile Exchange.

In quiet trading, cotton for delivery
this month settled at 63.2 cents a pound.

Please. Please.

Please, God...

...let my luck be in...

...just this once.

Please, God...

...just this once.

And in today's weather...

...well, not much for the outdoor types,
but you farmers are going to love this.

The current 30-day forecast...

...released by the U.S.
meteorological station at Portland...

...calls for moderating temperatures
and lots of rain.

Castle County is going to turn green
so fast in the next month...

...that it's going to be almost miraculous.

Wentworth?

All right, all right.

- Wentworth?
- All right, I said.

That may work on TV, mister,
but I can bench-press 300 pounds.

You'd better get your foot out of the door,
or you're gonna lose about half of it.

Don't call me "mister."

You know damn well who I am,
so let's not play any games, huh?

- Come on, get out of here.
- Listen to me, Harry, and listen carefully.

Unless you let me in and talk to me,
something very nasty...

...is going to happen to Rebecca.

So nasty that your little mind
can barely conceive of it.

You found out. All right.

Becky and I were gonna sit down
and tell you pretty soon anyway.

You know, some of
these cables are loose, Harry?

I'm surprised you didn't notice a change
in the quality of your picture.

You know, you ought to be grateful to us,
you know that?

I mean, if you ever loved her,
you don't now.

There won't be any alimony,
none of that community-property shit.

She just wants out.

Well, I don't know whether I ever loved her
or not, Harry. That doesn't matter.

The point is, I keep what is mine.
No exception to that rule, ever.

No exceptions, Harry. Never.

What did you mean when you said
something nasty was gonna happen?

You really should take better care
of this equipment.

At least get a maintenance cartridge,
and dust off the heads.

Talk to me right now.

Take your hand off me,
right now.

All right, fine.

Got something
I want you to hear.

Harry, he's got me in...

Please come. Please.

He's got me in...

If you don't come, the...

Please, Harry. Please come.

I had to stop it there,
I couldn't bear to record any more.

What have you done with her?

Talk to me, you son of a bitch,
or I'm gonna kill you.

You kill me and you'll never find out.
Now, don't get naughty, Harry.

If I fall down on this floor
and hit my head on that hard marble...

...why, I could fracture my skull.

- Fine with me.
- And then you'll never know.

And believe me, Mr. True-Love,
you'll want to know.

Because by 11 this morning,
it's gonna be too late.

I love the ocean,
except when the tide is out.

Then it has that
kind of rotten smell.

I just don't understand
what you're trying to prove.

I'm not trying to prove a thing.

It may be, on some subjects,
that I'm not entirely sane.

The subject of what is mine, for example,
I am not sane at all.

Now, this is Comfort Point,
and I call my beach house Comfort Station.

- Is that camp or kitsch, Harry?
- It's stupid.

Unkind, Harry, unkind.

Well, I won't hold it against you.

Come on, up this way.

Harry, the maiden fair is waiting
for her knight in shining corduroy.

Come on.

Harry, here's something
I think you'll find interesting.

You see that down there?

Is that...?

What?

The burial mound
of my lady fair?

Oh, m...

Could be.

You notice
how the water creeps in?

Even when the tide's out,
the water creeps in.

I don't know what the hell
you think you're...

Now, look.

This has gone
just about far enough.

No, Harry,
not nearly far enough.

Now, if you're thinking
of becoming a hero...

...I suggest that you remember
the lady fair.

Jump into that hole.

- No.
- Then you force me to shoot you, Harry.

Sorry.

Good boy, Harry. Good boy.

Now, Harry,
I want you to kneel down...

...and start pulling the sand into the hole.

Uh-uh. No way.
Go ahead, shoot me if you want to.

- You're not gonna bury me alive.
- Not a bad idea.

Not exactly what I
had in mind, though.

All I wanna do is incapacitate you.
Then you can see Becky.

I don't believe you.

I always keep
my promises, Harry.

And I do have the gun, don't I?

- Help!
- Yell all you want, Harry.

Comfort Point is
very private. I own it all.

Help! Help! Help!

Help!

Nobody's gonna hear you, Harry.

Nobody's gonna hear anything.

Now, do what I told you.

There.

Sort of like being buried
in wet cement, huh?

Can't move your arms.

Don't have any leverage.

Go ahead, Harry, try to move.

You know, I could really...

...cover you all the way up,
couldn't I, Harry?

I could make Harry all gone.

Oh, no. No, no, no.
I wouldn't do that.

Here, let me get that.

Get that out of you.
There you are. That's good.

No, I keep my promises.

Oh, Jesus. Get out.

Get out of here.
Just... Richard!

Richard, would you
get it out of here?

Well...

...found a friend, Harry?

Hey, come on, Richard.
Get it out of here.

He's just
getting revenge, Harry...

...for all the relatives of his that you ate,
baked and stuffed, at Ma Maison.

Bad fellow, you.
Oh, you bad fellow. Go on.

Get out of there.

Money. Look, I have money.

I'll give you anything.
Just get me out of this hole, all right?

Well, I have
something here, Harry.

Take your mind off of it.

- Come on, Richard, please...
- It's showtime.

Oh, my... Becky?

Isn't that great video?
I love this stuff.

Now, just look at the quality
of that picture, Harry.

- Somebody!
- Becky.

- No.
- Becky!

Can't hear you.

I'm sorry. She lost a coin toss.
I had to bury her further down the beach.

Couldn't even leave her a monitor,
it would have shorted out by now.

No, no, no. No, that's a trick.
You son of a bitch!

That's some kind of
special-effects trick, isn't it?

If you'll just take a look
at the VCR back there...

Oh, I'm sorry,
you can't turn your head.

Let me assure you, Harry,
the VCR is not on "play," it's on "record."

I'm gonna save this stuff.

The two of you
are part of my home movies.

You're insane.

Won't be long now,
huh? Not long at all.

Oh, my God.

You are insane.

I promised that you'd see Becky again.
I kept my promise. Is that insane?

Oh, you bastard. You bastard.

There's a chance
you can get out of this, Harry.

The tide might even set you free. It depends
on how long you keep your cool...

...how long you hold your breath,
you see, Harry.

The water's so cold, so salty.

You're underneath,
and you're holding your breath...

...waiting for that wave covering you
to go back out...

...so you can snatch a quick breath...

...before the next wave comes in.

Now, you've got a chance, Harry,
if you don't lose your head.

- Now, it looks like she's losing hers.
- Oh, God, no!

Feel how hard
your heart is beating, Harry?

How fast?

Now, that's gonna make it harder
for you to hold your breath, isn't it?

Oh, God.

Oh, the tide.

Coming in.

It's getting late, Harry.

- Guess I'll have to trot along now.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

No. You enjoy the show.

At least until the monitor
shorts out.

All right, come on, come on.
Stop it, stop it, stop it!

Sorry, Harry.
I really can't stay.

- Come on. Come back here, Richard.
- Oh, God.

Come on, Richard!

Come on, Richard, please!

Oh, God.

Harry. Harry.

No, no.

Oh, no! No! No!

No, no, no.

God, no, no, no.

Oh, my God.

Richard.

I'm gonna get you.
You hear me, Richard?

You hear me, Richard?
I'm gonna get you.

You've gotta hold
your breath there, Harry.

Gotta hold your breath.

The current pulled him out.

That's what happened, all right.

The current pulled him out.
He's gone.

Richard.

Never mind where I told you to stand,
you stand where I tell you.

Kid's so dumb,
he doesn't know what time it is.

- By the way, what time is it?
- I don't know.

Stand here and
keep your eye on the ball.

Now, let me see, where is...?

Boy, if that damn maid has been
moving my stuff again, I swear I'll...

Richard.

Undertow has carried them away.

Saved me the trouble.

Come off it.

No need to get jumpy.

They're all gone.

Blub, blub, blub,
blub, blub, blub, blub.

Who's out there?

Wentworth?

That you, Wentworth?

May I remind you, dear boy,
I have the gun?

Wentworth?

I suggest you get out of here...

...or I'll shoot you.

Fair warning.

Wentworth? I'll shoot you dead!

Get out of here, Wentworth.

You can't shoot us dead,
Richard.

Because we're already dead.

We want to see you, Richard.

- We want to see you, Richard.
- We want to see you, Richard.

We want to see you.

We dug a hole for you, Richard.

On the beach.

Below the high-tide line.

Here we come.

It's showtime!

- Here we come, Richard.
- Here we come.

Let's go to the beach.

- We just want you to come to the beach.
- We just want you to come to the beach.

- Come with us.
- Come with us.

- Come down to the beach.
- Come down to the beach.

If you don't panic...

...if you can
hold your breath...

If you can hold your breath...

If you can hold your breath...

- If you can hold your breath...
- If you can hold your breath...

I can hold my breath...

...for a long time!

There, look at that.

Fuck-a-diddle.

What the...?

Oh, Dexter, you are such a child.

You and Henry both.
You're such children.

But at least Henry has me
to take care of him, don't you, dear?

Tabby, Richard, I'd like you to meet
Dexter Stanley, our distinguished professor...

- ...in the Zoology Department.
- Oh, how do...?

Tabby and Richard Raymond.
They're new in the Math Department.

How do you do?
What a lovely name you have.

Oh, thank you.
Actually, it's Tabitha.

It's a pleasure to meet you,
Professor Stanley.

- Just Dex will do.
- Dex. Thank you.

- This is Henry and Wilma Northrup.
- Oh, just call me Billie. Everyone does.

- Billie.
- You need someone to show you the ropes...

...you just come see me.
I know all the best stores.

- Well, nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

- Pleasure to meet you.
- So, are you buying or renting?

- Oh, actually, we're renting at the moment.
- It's just as well.

Buying real estate in a college town
is a frigging pain in the ass.

Take my word for it.

Henry is in the English Department,
and Wilma...

I just take care of Henry.
Believe me, he needs it.

Did you ever meet
a man who didn't?

- What's the matter? You're not drinking?
- Well, actually, we just got here.

Oh, well, we can
take care of that.

You just come on with me.
Henry, you stay here till I get back.

- Excuse us, please.
- Yeah, nice to meet you.

Bye.

Oh, honey, these people are dry.
Now, take care of them.

They don't know
what they're doing.

Hi. Good to see you.

If Dex Stanley hadn't had his teeth capped,
he'd have been out on his ass years ago.

Really? Well, my...

So when Parker told me
that I was out of line...

...I told him
he ought to get laid.

"I mean, Parker," I said,
"if you'd just have your ashes hauled...

...you wouldn't have to spend all this time
playing Emily Vanderbilt."

Or Emily Van Buren,
or whoever that etiquette crotch is.

- Excuse me.
- I don't know why they keep inviting her.

- Hello, Mrs. Forest, ladies.
- Oh, Professor Stanley.

Well, how about tonight?
Maybe we could do it tonight?

- Okay. That's great.
- All right, I'll call you about it.

I gather you'll be unavailable
for chess tonight.

Henry, you know, I'm just about
reaching a point where I...

Pardon me. Would one of you
be Professor Stanley?

- Yeah, I am.
- There's a telephone call for you.

Oh, yeah, all right. Thank you.

It's probably Charlie Gereson again
with his damn ear mites.

He's gonna get the Nobel Prize
before he's 20.

Especially if he's working
at Amberson Hall in August.

No, no, he's downstairs.
It's cooler.

Yeah, sure, I'll come tonight.

- Oh, thanks, Dex.
- Oh, hey, listen, what are friends for?

Just call me Billie.
Everyone does.

So I thought I ought to call you anyway,
see what you thought, Professor Stanley.

- Who told you I was here? Charlie Gereson?
- Yeah. I sent him out for a hamburger.

Just about twisted his arm.

That kid don't know if it's night or day
when he gets going.

Yeah, he's very dedicated.

Look, I'd be almost willing to bet
that crate's full of National Geographics...

...or back issues of the Reader's Digest.

Well, the date on it said 1834.

Did they publish the Reader's Digest
way back then, Professor Stanley?

- 1834? Really?
- Yeah, it's stenciled right on the side.

June 19, 1834.

And then something about
an arctic expedition.

Maybe there's something
more interesting in your crate

than National Geographics
after all, Mike.

Because everyone in the department
is looking to put the knife in you.

- I mean, some of these so-called academics...
- Wilma.

...make the shark in Jaws
look like fucking Flipper.

- Wilma.
- Your husband's calling you, Billie.

Oh, God, Henry,
what's wrong now?

Not a thing, Wilma.

Everything's just fine.

- Hell of a shot.
- Bull's-eye.

Oh, Henry,
can't you do anything right?

- Huh?
- "Huh?"

That's what I figured. "Huh."

That's just what I'd
expect from you.

I told you half an hour ago...

...to get one of them kids in the
monkey suits to bring the car around.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, Henry, you are
such a little kid.

I swear to God, you are.

I mean, where would you be
without me to take care of you?

I'm still betting your crate's
full of old magazines and just plain junk.

All the same, though...

An arctic expedition.

And that date.

Yeah, kind of gets you,
doesn't it?

Yeah, it kind of does.

- I'm sorry.
- Got it.

It's kind of heavy.

I'll just swing this end around.

Yeah. Move it over here.

I'm surprised you didn't
open this thing yourself.

No, I figured that was for you.

How come you didn't tell
Charlie Gereson?

Well, he's just a grad student.

And with Professor Tirrell
being over in England...

...I figure you're the boss.

- Hold this on it, will you?
- Yeah.

What made you look
under here, anyway?

I flipped a quarter
trying to decide...

...if I should buff the second-floor hallway
first or wash the lab windows.

Only when it came down, I missed it,
and it rolled under here.

Oh, there it is.

Probably would have let it go...

...only that was my last quarter
for the Coke machine.

It's not very nice in there, is it?
God, I hate tight places.

- Are you okay, doc?
- Yeah.

Help me out with this, will you?
I think we might really have something here.

All right. Okay?

Put it right on this table here.

- What's wrong?
- It felt like something shifted in there.

Did you feel it
when we lifted it on the table?

I did feel something
under the stairs. It felt heavy.

Yeah, but it seemed like
something moved on its own.

Well, if there ever really were
any living specimens in there...

...I doubt if they're feeling
very lively after, what, 147 years?

Oh, yeah. Sure.

I guess I must be spending too much
time in the sun, huh, doc?

- Well, let's get this open, shall we?
- Yeah.

I got a hammer and chisel out in the closet.
Just wait while I go get them.

Yeah. Hit those lights,
will you, Mike?

And don't just leave the pots soaking
like you did last time.

Scrub them and put them away.

Just because you
and your intellectual friend...

...are gonna play chess, doesn't mean
you have to leave a mess for me.

Wipe the stove.

Yes, Billie.

And kindly have him out of here
before I get back from my classes.

But frankly, that tobacco he smokes
makes me wanna ralph.

Yes, Billie. Yes.

"Yes, Billie. Yes, Billie."

Oh, Henry.
What would you do without me?

I don't know, Billie.

Well, on that we're even.

Enjoy your chess.

- I bet they're worth something, huh, doc?
- Yeah.

Doc.

No, no. Be my guest, Mike.
It's your find.

You're right. There's probably
nothing in there but rocks and plants...

...that'll turn to dust if you touch them.

- But I'm pretty hot to see, just the same.
- To tell you the truth, so am I.

Doc, it's loosening up.
Could you...?

Yeah, sure.

Christ, I can't see
a frigging thing.

Where did I leave my flashlight?
Do you remember, doc?

Never mind. Let's just get
this last nail out of there.

Do you hear that?

There's something in there, doc.

There's something shiny.

Christ.

- It looks like a couple of emeralds.
- Don't!

Help me, doc! Help me, doc!

God, it's biting. Help me!

Oh, God.

Mike.

Mike.

- Oh, Jesus. Charlie. Charlie!
- Professor Stanley, what...?

The janitor. The crate.

It was... It was...

What happened?
Professor, slow down.

Charlie, listen, we gotta
get the campus security.

- We gotta get the...
- Slow down, Professor Stanley, slow down.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Charlie, it's the... You know the janitor?
You know Mike, the janitor?

- Yes, of course I do.
- Well...

It just sucked him in.

- That's pretty far out, Professor Stanley.
- It's true, it's true. I swear to God, it's true.

- Come on, we gotta get the campus police.
- No, campus security's no good.

If I'm having trouble swallowing this,
what the fuck are they going to think?

I don't know
what they would think.

I don't know
what they would think.

They'd think you'd been off
on a hell of a toot.

- But, Charlie...
- No, no.

They'd think we'd both been off
on a hell of a toot.

Got you seeing Tasmanian devils
instead of pink elephants.

I think I'll go down...

...and see how the land lays.

- No, don't! It may be out.
- No, I doubt that.

- Charlie, please don't go down there.
- Be right back, Professor Stanley.

He'll see it.

He'll see the crate, he'll see the blood,
he'll see Mike, and then he'll believe me.

Charlie.

Charlie?

There, see the blood?
Do you think I'm crazy now?

You think that I killed him?
Look at the blood. Look...

It's gone.

- What's gone?
- The...

It got out.

I thought it would be potbound
after all these years, but it got out.

It pushed the crate off the table.
From the way this track looks...

It pushed the crate back in
under the stairs...

...where it felt safe
for so long.

Hey, Charlie.

Charlie, I really think...

Charlie, listen, don't go in there.
If you had seen that thing...

Don't worry.

Christ.

It looks like it's been through
a hay baler.

Now do you believe me?

Charlie, don't go near it.

I don't want the crate...

...I want that shoe.

I wanna measure the bite marks.

Maybe we can figure out...

...what we're dealing with here.

No, Charlie!

We gotta...

We gotta stop it.
We gotta stop it.

- What?
- Two people are dead already.

We gotta...
Dear Christ, they died.

Hey, Dex. Dex, hold it.

- What happened?
- Two people are dead already.

- And...
- Who's dead?

- Where's Wilma?
- She's gone. Dex, what the...?

What the hell happened to you?

Two people are dead,
and I could be blamed.

I know that's a terrible consideration
to have at a time like this, Henry...

Good God.

Last time I saw someone do that
was in the movies.

It could be my ass,
Henry, and it wasn't me.

It was that thing in the...
in the crate.

I don't even know what it was.

What two people? Who is dead?

Mike, the janitor
in Amberson Hall...

...and Charlie Gereson.

He wanted to measure
the bite marks, Henry.

I guess he got his chance.

- I certainly guess he did.
- Dex, Dex.

Dex, I can't do
anything for you...

...unless you stop being
so goddamned elliptical.

Now, just slow down.
Tell me the whole story from the beginning.

- Can you do that?
- All right. All right.

I think I can do that now.

Oh, thank God for you, Henry.

I had a hundred crazy ideas
about how to get rid of it coming over here.

I kept thinking about Ryder's Quarry.

- You know that place?
- I know it.

I kept thinking
that would be deep enough...

...if only there was a way
to get that crate over there.

You know, I kept
thinking if we...

I don't know anymore.

Am I going crazy, Henry?

No.

I have to use
the facilities, Dex.

I'll be back in a minute.

And then we'll decide
what we need to do.

- Thanks, Henry.
- Well, what are friends for?

- Let's get you another drink, Dex.
- No, no, no, I've had enough.

It's a wonder I'm not
plastered out of my gourd.

Shock, I guess.

Just one more for the both of us
while we talk this over.

- We may need it.
- Yeah, okay.

My God.

Henry, goddamn it!

How many times have I told you
to lock the goddamn door?

Henry.

Henry!

Wilma, I've had to leave in a hurry
because of a call from Dexter Stanley.

He seems to have gotten himself
in a great deal of trouble.

I'm ashamed to tell you of this,
but ever since Dexter's wife died...

...he's had problems coping with
certain young female grad students.

He's been able to cover up
several incidents...

...but this one looks
very serious.

It seems he got a young woman
to accompany him to Amberson Hall...

...under false pretenses
and then attacked her.

When Dex called me,
he was barely coherent.

He was gibbering with fear
and crying, I think.

Aw. Poor Dex.

I tried to get him to tell me
what had happened to the girl...

...but for the most part,
he only kept repeating:

"It's awful, Henry. It's awful."

Wilma, could you come out here?

I know it's asking a lot...

...but you're always so clear-headed
about these things...

...and you know how to be firm.

I think Dex could use a firmer hand
than mine right now.

Not to mention the girl herself.

He said that she had curled up
in a dark place and won't come out.

I'm sorry to have to ask you to come over
to Amberson Hall and help me out...

...but as you so often say,
what would I do without you?

What indeed, Henry? What indeed?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry, where are you?

The laboratory, Wilma.

Downstairs.

What are you doing
creeping around down there?

Where's Dex?

What kind of a mess
has he gotten himself into?

Well, it's easier if I just show
you, I think. Come on down.

- What's this?
- Oh, I found them in the...

Oh, Henry.

Did he beat her?

Well...

Well, how bad is she?
Is she conscious?

I think it's easier if you
just see for yourself, Wilma.

What are you laughing about?

Your best friend gets in a scrape
with a girl and you're laughing?

Well, there is a
funny side to it, Wilma.

Wait till you see.
You'll think so yourself.

You're hysterical, Henry.
It's just what I would have expected.

No, I don't think
you'll expect this, Wilma.

No, this is going to be
an entirely new experience.

What are you doing, Henry?
Let go of me. Henry.

What's going on?
The lab's the other way.

The lab, yes, but the girl
is under the stairs, Billie.

Wait till you see.
That's what's so funny.

The girl has crawled under the stairs,
and she won't come out.

She's all curled up,
you know, like a little baby.

- Oh, Henry.
- And making funny sounds and...

What did he do to her?

Well...

You can get her out, Billie.

I know you can get her out.

Why don't you give it a try?

You always know how to handle
these things, Billie, no problem.

No trouble.

I know you can get her out.

What are you doing, Henry?
What are you doing?

What I should have done a long time ago.
Get in there, Wilma!

Just tell it to call you Billie,
you bitch!

Stop it. Stop it, Henry.
I'll scream.

Oh, scream all you want.
I'll help you. Wake up!

Wake up, whatever you are.
Wake up, wake up! Dinnertime!

Poison meat!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

Wake up. Wake up. Wake...

Well, that was great, Henry.
That was just great.

You think this is a
Friday-night fight?

Huh?

Is that what you think?

You wanna see
some real punching?

Same old Henry,
afraid of your own shadow.

You know what, Henry?
You're a regular barnyard exhibit.

Sheep's eyes, chicken guts,
piggy friends...

...and shit for brains.

No good at departmental politics,
no good at making money...

...no good at making an impression
on anybody.

And no good at all in bed.

When was the last time
you got it up, Henry, huh?

When was the last time
you were a man in our bed?

Now, get out of my way, Henry...

...or I swear to God you'll be
wearing your balls for earrings.

And I swear to God,
if you ever touch me again...

Oh, just... Just tell it
to call you Billie.

I didn't see anyone, not a soul.

At this time of the year and no other,
the campus is almost totally deserted.

The summer session is over, and the fall
semester doesn't start for two more weeks.

It was almost hellishly perfect.

I never saw so much
as a pair of headlights.

"Henry, what did you do
with the crate? The crate?"

That's the beauty of it.

You provided the final piece
in the jigsaw puzzle yourself.

The crate is at the bottom
of Ryder's Quarry.

I drove out there with the remains
of three human beings.

Well, two human beings
and Wilma.

I began to wonder,
where did they go?

I mean, how much could it eat?

I think maybe at the very end...

...it began to suspect
what was happening.

So, the question is,
what happens now?

There's no evidence of
foul play, I've seen to that.

And there are no bodies.

No.

No, I don't suppose there are.

So, what about you, Dexter?

What are you gonna say?

Nothing.

Thanks. Thank you, Dexter.

No need to thank me.

After all, what are friends for?

You understand, of course,
that I expect to whip your ass at chess...

...twice a week
for the rest of our lives.

We'll have to see about that,
won't we?

I haven't done
anything to anybody.

Neither have I.

What if I had waked up before
you got here and called the police?

You didn't.

What if it gets out, Henry?

What if it gets out
of that crate?

If you saw the way I chained it up,
you wouldn't worry.

That thing is drowned in its box
70 feet down.

So, relax.

Relax.

Bastards.

Goddamn bugs.

I'll get them bugs.

I own this goddamn building.

There's not going to be
any more damn bugs!

Heads are going to roll,
I promise you that.

Oh, yes.

- Hello, is that you, White?
- No, sir, Mr. Pratt.

This is George Gendron here.
I just got off the plane from Seattle.

I have my report
ready for typing and I...

The building superintendent
is on vacation, George.

- Sir?
- You believe that? Vacation.

- Well, I...
- I told them I wanted to hear from him...

...within the hour. Within the hour.
And he now has...

It's 9:34 p.m.

...exactly 26 minutes to go...

...or he can stay on vacation
permanently. Bastard.

Mr. Pratt, I got to the office here
and found a telex from Seattle...

...I thought you'd want to...

What are you doing in the office
at 9:30, George?

There's no overtime at
the executive level, you know.

Yes, I know that.
It's about the Pacific Aerodyne takeover.

Bugger Pacific Aerodyne.
They're done for. They've had it.

Norman Castonmeyer is a dinosaur.

He's too fucking blind to find his way
into the nearest tar pit.

But, Mr. Pratt...

Air-pollution count's
up to almost 7, George.

People are dying of carbon-monoxide
poisoning, and they don't even know it.

Yes, sir, but...

Oh, I found another cockroach
this evening, George.

- Oh, no.
- One of those big ones...

...right here in my $3200-a-month
penthouse apartment.

My supposedly germ-proof apartment.

Now, would you like to tell me, George,
how an apartment can be germ-proof...

...when it's not even bug-proof?

Well, I guess it can't,
Mr. Pratt. But I wanted you to know...

...that Pratt International now owns
a majority of Pacific Aerodyne's stock.

Of course we do.
I can't talk to you now, George.

I'm gonna clear up this damn cockroach
problem once and for all. Bastards.

I'm not gonna have any bugs
in my building.

I loathe bugs.

- Yes, sir, but, Mr...
- Loathe them.

I realize that. But there's
something you should know...

I've gotta let you go, George.
You did well.

Go out and fuck somebody.
But wear a damn rubber.

Everybody's got the damn herpes
these days.

Sir, Norman Castonmeyer
shot himself an hour ago.

- What?
- He did it when...

Well, when it became clear
there was no way to stop the takeover.

At least, that's what
his wife thinks.

Wonderful.

Now we won't have to offer the old fart
a seat on the board of directors.

Yeah.

Now, get off the phone, George.
Never run good news into the ground.

I've got this bug problem.

Once you get bugs,
you never get rid of them.

They breed in the crawl spaces,
in the conduits...

...in the very core
of the building itself.

Mr. Pratt? Mr. Pratt?

Goodbye, George.

Yes, sir. Good night, Mr. Pratt.

Once they get a foothold in the building,
you never get rid of them.

Bastards.

Reynolds? White?

Talk to me.

I just called to tell you
what a monster you are, Mr. Pratt...

...and how I will rejoice
when you're finally dead.

Lots of people are gonna rejoice
when I'm dead.

- Who are you?
- Lenora Castonmeyer.

I'm the wife of the man
you murdered this afternoon.

Mrs. Castonmeyer. How are you?

I hope they keep hell
hot for you, you son of a bitch...

...I hope they do.

It wasn't enough for you
to drive him to his knees, was it?

No, you had to kill him as well.

He came home, and his eyes...

His eyes were so dead.

I asked him what was wrong.

What could be so bad
to make his eyes look that way?

And the only word he could say
was your name.

Ten minutes later,
I heard the shot.

Yes, George Gendron told me
old Norman went out with a bang.

How many men have you destroyed?

How many men have you killed,
you monster?

Only the stupid ones.

Only the ones who handed me a knife
and then stretched out their throats.

Only the ones who, if you'll
pardon the expression, fucked up.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I've got this bug problem...

...so we'll have to defer your charming
conversation for another time.

- I hope you die!
- By the way...

I hope you get
cancer in the worst place.

- Mrs. Castonmeyer...
- Leprosy.

- Scream in hell forever, you monster.
- Mrs. Katzenjammer...

...would you mind telling me
who gave you my private number?

I'd like to fire him.

It was in my husband's
address book, you son of a bitch.

Well, I can't fire him, can I?

That better be you, Reynolds.

- Talk to me.
- It's Carl Reynolds, sir.

- I'm calling from Orlando, Florida.
- Orlando? Florida?

Yes, the wife and I decided to
take the kids to Disney World this year...

I don't give a fuck if you decided
to take the kids to Attica this year.

There are still roaches
in this place, Reynolds.

- I killed one not five minutes ago.
- I see. I...

Do you like your job, Reynolds?

Sir, I've spoken to Mr. White,
who's on desk tonight.

- Do you like your job, Reynolds?
- Yes, sir.

I'm glad to hear it,
because I wanna see White.

- Mr. Pratt, it's almost quarter of ten...
- And if I don't first see White...

...and then the exterminators
within the space of a half an hour...

...you will have no job
by midnight tonight, understand?

Next year you can take the wife and kids
to Disney World on your welfare check.

Have you got that?
Are we together on this?

- Yes, sir.
- Good, I trust we are. Goodbye.

You have to watch them.

Oh, yes.

Castonmeyer, Reynolds...

...bugs.

That's all they are.

All of them.

And although
they're essentially brainless...

...you have to watch them...

...because they creep up on you.

They creep up on you.

Talk to me. Who's there?

Good evening there, Mr. Pratt.

Got bugs again, huh, Mr. Pratt?

- Don't you talk to me like that, you hear?
- What way, Mr. Pratt?

Like I was crazy.

Oh, no, sir, Mr. Pratt, sir.

I don't think you is crazy.
Not at all.

I was just trying to run down
in my mind...

...who might have
a 24-hour fumigating service.

I might be able to get Pirelli Brothers
out here by, shall we say, 11:30?

You might go far, White.

I've noticed that in service jobs,
people like yourself often do.

People of color.
Yes, 11:30 would be fine.

Thanks, Mr. Pratt, sir.

I'll call them just as soon as I finish
with that shower on 23.

- Do it first. Do it now.
- Yes, sir. Right now.

Only stunned.

That's the explanation.

Roaches are very hard to kill,
and they're quick.

They can creep up on you.

They can creep up on you
if you let them.

See, Mrs. Castonmeyer,
I grew up in Hell' s Kitchen.

Bugs everywhere.

I know what to do
with a bug when I see it.

Spray it. Squash it. Kill it.

What the fuck?

Another son-of-a-bitching
blackout.

If it was my power company,
this would never happen.

Bastards. Goddamn bugs.

Bastards!

Fucking roaches. Goddamn b...

Bug bastards. I'll kill you,
you goddamn little bug-eyed...

Come on, come on, come on.
What do I pay you for?

Police, Emergency.

It's about time.
What are you people doing down there?

We got problems tonight, fella.

- Or haven't you looked out your window?
- Listen, this is the Upson Pratt.

I've got bugs.

Everybody's got bugs tonight,
and I don't have time for bullshit.

No, no, you don't understand.
These are cockroaches.

The biggest ones I've ever seen.
It has gotta stop. It's gotta stop!

On a slow night we could talk
about it, but this isn't a slow night...

I don't think you understand
who you're talking to.

This is Upson Pratt.
Upson Pratt!

I'll have your job, you asshole.
I'll have your...

White. White, talk to me.

White. White, I know you can hear me.
The PA's on the emergency circuit.

White, talk to me!

- Mr. Pratt, I'm stuck in the damn elevator.
- You can't be stuck in the elevator.

I want you up here now.
There are roaches, hundreds of them.

I'm gonna be here
till the power comes on. Sorry.

I'll have your job,
you black bastard.

Come on, come on.

You'll never get in here.
Never.

And when this blackout is over,
people are gonna pay. Oh, yes.

And you'll pay too, every one of you.
Every damn one of you.

I've been beating bugs all my life,
and I'll beat you, too.

Bastards. Ba...

Talk to me.

Pratt, you old monster.
Oh, I hope you die.

I hope you die.

I hope you die!

I hope you die.

It's 10:29... It's 10... It's 11... It's 12...

It's 1... It's 2... Four... One... It's 2...

Three... Four... It's 4... Four... Two...
It's 4... Four... Three... Four... Four...

Mr. Pratt?

You there, Mr. Pratt?

Mr. Pratt? Talk to me.

Talk to me,
talk to me. Honky bastard.

What's the matter, Mr. Pratt?
Bugs got your tongue?

Mr. Pratt. Mr. Pratt.

Bastard.

Now eat, you bigmouth.

Chew your food
before you swallow!

- What's that?
- It's a comic book.

What?

- It's a comic book.
- What?

- It's a comic book!
- A comic book!

- My kids love these things.
- I love them too.

Hey, look, look. You can
send away for all this stuff here.

- Look, x-ray glasses.
- They don't work.

They make your eyes black.
You look in and it's a gag, you know?

Look, an authentic voodoo doll.

- Somebody already sent for it.
- Yeah, we can't get that.

How about this?

"Tired of getting sand
kicked in your face?"

Where's Billy?

He'll be down in a minute.
I know he's up.

Billy?

Stan, are you all right?

I didn't get much sleep
last night.

The storm?

No, it's this goddamn stiff neck.
I can barely move my head.

Well, you must have strained it.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess. I don't know.

Well, you poor old bear.
You want me to get some Bengay?

No. No.

I'll teach him
to throw away my comic books.

Ready for another shot, Dad?