Creepshow 2 Page #3

- (Mimicking applause)

- The crowd goes crazy.

(Tyres squealing)

(Whooping)

Whoo! Whoa, yeah!

- (Girl laughs)

- Man!

There it is, just like you said, man.

God, it's beautiful.

It's so quiet.

There are only

a few summer homes on the lake.

Yes, everyone's gone by mid-September.

- (Whoops)

- You're actually gonna do it?

Swim out to that raft.

(Laughter)

(Girl) Stop! Deke!

Let's go!

- Jesus!

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

50, tops. Your heart could stop.

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

Let's go.

(Deke) Let's go!

- Sh*t!

- (Laughter)

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

That's bullshit. Bullshit, man.

Just playing Deke's game

cos you hope to get laid out here.

Too damn cold to get laid.

Balls are gonna turn into ice cubes.

(Laughs)

Let's go, Poncho! Vmonos.

- Vente.

- Oh, Cisco.

Oh, Poncho!

(Randy) Laverne, Rachel, come on!

Oh, this is crazy, totally crazy.

(Boys whoop)

Yeah!

Oh, God! Oh, God!

(Gasps)

(Shrieks and gasps)

(Rock music still blaring)

- (Randy) Whoa!

- Whoo!

Hey, Poncho, how are you doing?

OK.

(Duck quacking)

Whoo!

(Duck squawks in distress)

- (Grunts) How you doing, Poncho?

- OK.

You think it's cold now, man.

Wait till you get out.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Oh, you are slow, Poncho.

Cold enough for you. Huh?

- You sobered up yet?

- Yeah.

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

- How are you doing, ladies?

- (Girl) Go to hell!

Oh, Jeez.

Laverne, Rachel, swim! Come on!

(Deke) Come on, Rachel.

Come on.

- Look out.

- Don't tip the raft.

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

# Don't tip the raft, don't tip the raft, baby! #

Ow! I really hurt my knee.

Come on, you'll be all right.

Randy, that hurt! What is it with you?

Laverne, swim faster!

Laverne, come on! Swim faster!

- Come on!

- Randy, what is your problem?

Man...

Help me get her up here!

(Randy) Swim! Swim!

Faster!

Swim! Come on, Laverne!

Come on.

- Come on.

- (Laverne gasps)

Randy, have you gone crazy?

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

It's an oil slick. I guess.

It's not. Have you ever seen

a perfectly round oil slick?

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

- (Laverne) I'm cold!

Besides, Poncho,

I don't believe in oil slicks, man.

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

and touch.

Hey, baby, smoke one of these.

This will make us all feel better.

- Looks like it was going for the girls.

- Come on, Poncho!

You said you'd sobered up!

- It looked like it was going after the girls.

- (Lighter clicks)

No one knows we're here.

No one at all.

(Music blaring on radio)

You ever even seen an oil slick, Poncho?

(Laverne) Ow! (Giggles)

Mmm. (Squeals)

(Laverne giggling)

Well, how about it, Poncho?

You ever seen an oil slick?

Randy and I saw one on the Cape

about four years ago.

We pulled birds out of the surf

and tried to clean them.

Ooh, mucho ecological, Poncho,

mucho ecological.

That oil slick we saw was just

this big sticky mess in the water

and streaks and smudges.

It looked like an accident.

This thing doesn't look like an accident,

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

Well, what is it then, Randy?

What is it?

(Bubbling)

I- I don't know.

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

(Inhales sharply)

No matter how hard I try,

I just can't get worried about it.

You know what I mean? (Laughs)

(Laverne) Oh, Deke! (Laughs)

(Deke laughs, lights up)

(Laverne laughs) Oh, stop!

(Bubbling)

- (Laverne) Ow!

- Get away from there, Rachel!

Randy!

(Screams)

(Giggling) What happened to her?

Did she fall in?

H- H-Help! It hurts.

No, Randy, no!

(Screams) It hurts!

Oh, my God!

(Randy) Rachel! Rachel!

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

It ate Rachel. It f***ing ate her up, man!

- What is this thing, Poncho?

- I don't know.

I don't know.

Come on, man. You read

the science books. You're the brainball.

What the f*** is that thing?

Nothing like this in any science book

I ever read.

(Laverne, hysterical) Deke, it ate Rachel!

- (Screams)

- Shut up!

- Think we can swim past it, Randy?

- No!

Stop it or I swear to God

I'm gonna smoke you.

I'm not kidding.

Poncho, do you think we can swim it?

You saw how fast it took Rachel.

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

(Randy) Why don't you try, Deke?

We're gonna wait.

We'll wait for it to go away.

The thing came, it'll go away.

- (Breathes heavily)

- It came when we came.

I saw it come.

Like it smelled us.

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

it'll go away.

But if it still wants chow...

(Rock music blaring on radio)

It's moving!

(Screams)

Hey! What is this sh*t, Poncho?

It looks like it's going under the raft.

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

Is it under us?

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

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

I'm fast and I can make it.

You've gotta go while it's under the raft.

(Vicious crunching)

(Yells in agony)

My foot!

Pull, Deke, pull!

(Randy) Come on!

(Deke yelling)

(Screams)

Deke!

(Gurgling)

- Sh*t!

- No! No!

Quit it, it's under us!

Laverne, you're choking me! Stop!

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

(Screaming) No, don't put me down!

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

- It can't?

I can't hold on. I'm not Deke.

Now get down or I'll drop you.

- Keep on the boards.

- No. My God!

I'll drop you.

Where is it?

Right under us.

Randy, please!

Shh! Be still.

(Laverne sobs)

I'm tired, Laverne.

I'm going to sit down.

You're going to watch for a while.

No, I can't.

You've got to, Laverne.

You'll watch, then I'll watch.

We'll take turns.

Keep your feet... on the boards.

And watch the shore for lights...

- or anything that might...

- It ate Deke.

Yes.

(Laverne) I'm cold.

(Sighs) Me, too.

Randy, what are we gonna do?

(Randy sighs)

Wait.

(Bubbling)

(Blows)

- (Distant scream)

- (Shrieks)

It's only a loon.

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

Nothing I can do about it.

Hold me. You've got to.

We'll hold each other.

We can both sit and watch

that thing together.

OK.

(Birdsong)

(# Rock music blaring)

(Moans)

No...

No.

Oh, God!

(Screams) Randy!

Randy!

Randy! Randy!

Randy!

Randy!

(Bloodcurdling scream)

I beat you.

Whatever you are, I beat you!

(Screams)

(# Rock music blaring)

(Gurgling)

# Drivin'

# To the edge of time

# Tryin'

# To get it out of my mind

# All my friends said

you'd better watch that girl

# She's a taker, she's a faker

# And now I'm finding out

what she's all about

# At night this woman

is a dream-breaker... #

'(Creep) Well, swimmers,

that was slick, huh? (Chuckles)

'(Cackles)'

(Brakes screech)

Hey! Give me that back!

Ah... Look at what I did.

(Bully) I'm sorry.

Uh-oh.

Better look out - he's getting mad!

Watch out, he might cry on you.

He might tell his mom on you.

What are you gonna do with this? Plant it

and grow more pansies like yourself?

(All laugh)

Give me it!

(All laugh)

- Give me it or else.

- Or else what?

You'll find out, pimpleface!

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