Creepshow 2

(Bell tolling)

(Man laughing)

(Cackling)

I've never seen anyone so impatient, Billy.

As if your life depended on

getting the first copy off the presses.

(Cackling)

Aaah!

(Screeching)

(Cackling)

(Screeches)

(Thunder crashes)

(Thunder crashes)

(Booming voice) Welcome, kiddies...

to another edition of Creepshow.

It's amazing that you boors and ghouls

keep coming back for more.

You must be gluttons for punishment, eh?

(Guffaws)

Well... (Chuckles)

I guess you bloodsuckers

enjoy being repulsed, eh?

You're loyal to the gore.

Well, that's good.

We don't want any dead wood

in our fraternity of fright fairs

that just happens to be the subject

of our first nauseating novella,

a nasty little bonecracker titled

Old Chief Wood'nhead.

- (Dog barking)

- (Creep chuckles)

(Hammering on metal)

(Engine humming)

# Jimmy cracked corn and I don't care

# Jimmy cracked corn and I don't care

# Jimmy cracked corn and I don't care

# As long as I'm drinking

Jimmy's crack corn #

(Laughs)

Now, you stop that grinning. You've heard

me sing that silly song a thousand times.

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

The sun's bleachin' out your colours again.

Now, I'm gonna try and keep

my hands steady.

But I ain't what I used to be.

There.

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

We've got to keep your war paint fresh.

A big chief without war paint

is like... is like..

Like a storekeeper without a town

to sell his goods to.

Martha, me and the Chief been standing

on this porch for 30 years.

- We ain't about to move now.

- (She scoffs)

I'm not asking you to move, Ray.

I wouldn't want to move myself.

Well, what are you asking, Martha?

What do you want me to do?

I want you to quit, Ray. Just quit.

(Ray) Quit?

- You mean close the store.

- (Martha) Yes.

While you still have time left

to get something out of life

instead of always putting in.

Martha...

This store... made it possible

for us to get married.

This store sent the girls off to school.

This store has given us the savings

to give to our grandchildren.

This store, Ray, at one time,

sat in the middle of a thriving young town,

which seemed to have a future to it.

Look at it now.

The town of Dead River is

finally living up to its name.

It's dead, Ray.

The jobs have moved away,

the money has moved away...

Ray, it's been four days since you've had

a cash-paying customer.

It's been four weeks since anyone gave you

any money on a credit account.

(Sighs) If you keep supporting these people,

we won't have anything to leave

to the grandchildren,

except good intentions.

Well, there's worse things to inherit...

than good intentions, Martha.

- Good intentions built this country.

- Good intentions tore this country down.

They're beginning to tear you down.

Do you think these people care about you?

They'll take your charity until it dries up

and then they'll leave you.

You and... that wooden Indian of yours.

I won't dry us up, Martha.

I promise you that.

It's just that we took a lot of healthy profits

out of this town.

I'd just like to give some of them profits back

in its time of need.

(Engine spluttering and revving)

Oh, there's Benjamin Whitemoon.

Hmph! In a chauffeur-driven limousine.

Now, Martha, be nice to him.

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

Because you want me to be.

But don't let him take too much advantage.

You're too good to these people, Ray.

(Gears crunching)

Oh, dust all over your war paint, Chief.

I should have learned by now

never to paint you on a dry day.

Yatahey, Ray Spruce.

Howdy, Benjamin.

Yatahey, Chief Wood'nhead.

(Laughs) The Chief says Yatahey.

What can I do for you this afternoon?

- May we go inside?

- Oh, yes. Sure, sure.

What can I get for you, Benjamin?

I am ashamed to stand inside this place

while my people are so much

in your debt, Ray Spruce.

There's no shame for an honest man,

Benjamin.

Times have been tough for all of us.

What do you need?

Good afternoon, Martha Spruce.

Good afternoon, Benjamin.

I have brought you this.

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

It is the "alinneh".

(Speaks Navajo)

These are the things

my people hold precious.

Each family has offered

one of its most cherished treasures.

You will keep them until our debts are paid.

If we cannot pay in two autumns,

the "allineh" are yours forever.

No!

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

(Speaks Navajo)

(Speaks Navajo)

Uh, wait, Benjamin.

Wait.

Wait. Wait.

Wait.

Look.

There's no way in hell I'm going to take

these things away from your people.

It is a bad thing to borrow.

It is a worse thing to beg.

While you hold the "allineh",

we are borrowers.

We can still have pride.

If you give the treasure back to us,

you make us beggars again.

Such insult could never be forgiven.

(Speaks Navajo)

Good afternoon, Martha Spruce.

Goodbye, Benjamin. I mean...

(Clears throat).. good afternoon.

- Keep them safe.

- I'll guard them with my life.

Times are gonna take an upturn, Benjamin.

(Sniffs) I can smell prosperity in the air.

(Speaks Navajo)

I wish that it could be.

Hgonee, friend.

Hgonee.

(Martha) Oh, Benjamin.

I was just scolding Ray.

I was telling him that he puts

too much trust in people,

that they've never earned it

and they don't deserve it.

Well, you, you and your people have

certainly proven me wrong.

Hgonee, Chief Wood'nhead.

(Car starting up)

(Ray) Oh, this is good country, Martha.

It'll come back to life some day.

It'll come back to life.

I'll finish your war paint

tomorrow, Chief. (Chuckles)

That's a promise.

How!

(Roars with laughter)

Go ahead, boys. Take what you want.

Wait a minute.

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

Shut up, white eyes. Just shut the f*** up.

Or I'll shove something in your mouth

to keep you quiet.

Hey, Sam. Why don't we shove this

in his mouth?

(Whirring)

No! Shove this in his mouth.

Heep big! (Cackles)

You're disgusting.

Sam Whitemoon, you're a disgrace

to your people.

I said shut up, old man.

Your uncle Benjamin was just here.

He's one of the best men I know.

Hard to believe the same blood flows

in your veins.

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

I said shut up!

We're just here to do a little shopping.

We didn't get everything we needed

last time we were in.

You asked us to leave.

Remember, old man?

You were stealing things.

(Scoffs) We're stealing things now.

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

(Drawling) Yeah, why don't you

run us out of town, Sheriff?

Ask us nice. Say please.

- Pretty please, with sugar on it. Rarrr!

- (Cash register tings)

- Is this all the cash you got?

- That's all.

- Empty your pockets.

- I haven't got...

Empty your f***ing pockets, a**hole.

(Sam) Or I'll ask my buddy to bring me

something off the hardware shelf

that I can use to slice off your fingers.

(Crashing)

Fat Stuff

When we came in the back,

I saw a purse. Go get it, lady.

(Cash register closes)

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