Creepshow Page #5

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 to 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 is Dex?

What kind of a mess

has he gotten himself into?

lt's easier if l just show you, l think.

Come on down.

What's this?

l found them.

Did he beat her?

How bad is she? ls she conscious?

lt'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?

There is a funny side to it, Wilma.

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

You're hysterical, Henry.

Just what l would have expected!

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

This is going to be

an entirely new experience.

What are you doing? Let go of me!

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 there,

you know, like a little baby...

...making funny sounds.

What did he do to her?

You can get her out, Billie.

l 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.

l know you can get her out!

What are you doing, Henry?

-What are you doing?

-What l should have done a long time ago!

Get in there, Wilma.

Just tell it to call you Billie, you b*tch!

Stop it! Stop it, Henry, l'll scream!

Scream all you want. l'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!

That was great, Henry.

That was just great.

You think this is a Friday night fight?

ls that what you think?

You want to 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 sh*t 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?

When was the last time

you were a man in our bed?

Now, get out of my way, or l swear

you'll be wearing your balls for earrings!

l swear to God if you ever touch--

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.

Summer session is over and fall semester

doesn't start for two more weeks.

It was almost hellishly perfect.

I never even saw a pair of headlights.

Henry, what did you do with the crate?

That's the beauty of it!

You provided the final piece

in thejigsaw 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,

l've seen to that.

And there are no bodies.

No. No, l don't suppose there are.

So, what about you, Dexter?

What are you going to say?

Nothing.

Thanks. Thank you, Dexter.

No need to thank me.

After all, what are friends for?

You understand, of course

that l 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?

l haven't done anything to anybody.

Neither have l.

What if l woke 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?

lf you saw the way l chained it up,

you wouldn't worry.

That thing has drowned in its box

So, relax.

Relax.

Bastards!

Goddamned bugs.

l'll get them bugs!

l own this goddamned building.

There's not going to be any more

damn bugs!

Heads are going to roll.

l promise you that!

Hello, that you, White?

No, sir, Mr. Pratt. This is George Gendron.

Ijust got off the plane from Seattle.

I have my report ready for typing--

The building superintendent

is on vacation, George.

You believe that? Vacation!

l told them l 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.

Sir, there was a telex here

in the office from Seattle.

I thought you'd want to hear it.

Why are you at the office at 9:30, George?

There's no overtime at the executive level.

Yes, sir, I know that.

It's about the Pacific Aerodyne takeover.

To hell with Pacific Aerodyne!

They're done for.

Norman Castonmeyer is a dinosaur!

He's too f***ing blind to find his way

into the nearest tar pit.

The air pollution count is up

to almost seven, George!

People are dying of carbon-monoxide

poisoning and don't even know it.

l found another cockroach

this evening, George.

One of those big ones, right here in

my $3,200-a-month penthouse apartment.

My supposedly germ-proof apartment!

Would you like to tell me, George,

how an apartment can be germ-proof...

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

I guess it can't, Mr. Pratt.

But I wanted you to know

that Pratt International now owns...

...the majority of Pacific Aerodyne stock.

Of course we do.

l can't talk to you now, George.

l'm going to clear up

this cockroach problem once and for all!

l'm not going to have any bugs

in my building.

l loathe bugs.

I realize that, but there's something

you should--

l've got to let you go, George.

You did well!

Go out and f*** somebody.

But wear a damn rubber.

Everybody's got the damn herpes

these days.

Sir, Norman Castonmeyer

shot himself an hour ago.

He did it 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.

Now, get off the phone, George.

Never run good news into the ground.

l've got this bug problem.

Once you get bugs,

you never get rid of them.

They breed in the crawlspaces...

...in the conduits...

...the very core of the building itself.

Goodbye, George.

Yes, sir. Goodnight, Mr. Pratt.

Once they get a foothold in the building,

you never get rid of them.

Bastards!

Reynolds? White?

Talk to me!

Ijust 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 going to rejoice

when l'm dead. Who are you?

Lenora Castonmeyer.

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