Creepshow Page #6

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 b*tch!

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 that 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, f***ed up.

lf you'll excuse me,

l'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.

Syphilis! Leprosy!

Scream in hell forever, you monster!

Would you mind telling me

who gave you my private number?

l'd like to fire him.

It was in my husband's address book,

you son of a b*tch!

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

That better be you, Reynolds.

Talk to me.

It's Carl Reynolds, sir.

I'm calling from Orlando, Florida.

Orlando? Florida?

The wife and I decided to take the kids

to Disney World this year--

l don't care if you decided

to take the kids to Attica this year.

There are still roaches in this place.

l killed one not five minutes ago.

Do you like your job, Reynolds?

I've spoken to Mr. White,

who's on desk tonight.

Do you like your job, Reynolds?

Yes, sir.

l'm glad to hear it,

because l want to see White.

Mr. Pratt, it's almost quarter of ten--

lf l don't first see White...

...and then the exterminators

within a half an hour...

...you will have no job by midnight tonight.

Do you understand me?

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. l trust we are. Goodbye.

You have to watch them.

Castonmeyer, Reynolds...

...bugs.

That's all they are.

All of them.

And although

they're essentially brainless...

...you have to watch them...

...'cause 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.

No, sir, Mr. Pratt, sir.

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

I wasjust trying to think...

...who might have a 24-hour

fumigating service.

l 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 servicejobs...

...people like yourself often do.

People of color.

Yes, 11:
30 will be fine.

Thanks, Mr. Pratt, sir.

l'll call them just as soon as l 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.

You see, Mrs. Castonmeyer,

l grew up in hell's kitchen!

Bugs everywhere.

And l know what to do with a bug

when l see it.

Spray it!

Squash it! Kill it!

What the f***?

Another son-of-a-bitching blackout.

lf it was my power company,

this would never happen.

Goddamned bugs!

Bastards!

F***ing roaches! Goddamned bugs!

l'll kill you, you goddamned little buggers!

Come on! What do l pay you for?

Police emergency.

lt's about time!

What are you people doing down there?

We've got problems tonight, fella.

-Or haven't you looked out your window?

-Listen. This is the Upson Pratt.

l've got bugs!

Everyone's got bugs tonight,

and I don't have time for bullshit.

No, you don't understand.

These are cockroaches.

The biggest ones l've ever seen.

This has to stop!

On a slow night we could maybe

talk about it, but this isn't a slow night--

l don't think you understand

who you're talking to.

This is Upson Pratt! Upson Pratt!

l'll see to it you lose your job, you a**hole!

White, talk to me!

White, l know you can hear me.

The PA's on the emergency circuit!

Talk to me!

Mr. Pratt, I'm stuck in the damn elevator.

You can't be stuck in the elevator.

l want you here now! There are roaches!

Hundreds of them!

I'm going to be here

until the power comes on. Sorry.

l'll have your job, you black bastard!

Come on, come on!

You'll never get in here. Never!

When this blackout is over, people will pay.

Oh, yes. And you'll pay too.

Every damn one of you!

l've been beating bugs all my life.

And l'll beat you too, bastards!

Talk to me.

Pratt!

You old monster. I hope you die.

I hope you die!

I hope you die!

I hope you die!

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!

Chew your food before you swallow!

-What's that?

-lt's a comic book.

What?

lt's a comic book.

lt's a comic book!

Comic book!

-My kids love these things.

-l 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.

Look, an authentic voodoo doll.

-Somebody already sent for it.

-Yeah, we can't get that.

How about this?

"Tired of gettin' sand kicked in your face?"

Where's Billy?

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

Billy?

Stan, are you all right?

l didn't get much sleep last night.

The storm?

No. lt's this damn stiff neck.

l can barely move my head.

You must have strained it.

Yeah, l guess. l don't know.

You poor bear.

Do you want me to get some Ben Gay?

l'll teach him to throw away

my comic books.

Ready for another shot, Dad?

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