Gremlins Page #4

Be my guest.

That's strange.

Patriotic little fellow, ain't he?

Waving the flag and everything.

Be careful, Frank!

He might tear your arm off.

You want me to put the cuffs on him?

Tell me. How come

a cute guy like this...

...can turn into

a thousand ugly monsters?

You see, this is before

it enters the pupal stage.

Plus, it multiplies with water.

- Get the kid some water.

- I wouldn't do that.

Sheriff's office.

Yeah, speaking.

What?

Yeah, sure, we'll be right over.

What happened?

The Futtermans.

Something about a snowplow.

A freak accident.

It's the creatures!

The creatures are making it

look like an accident!

Will you listen to me?

You listen to me, kid!

Go on home, take little Gizmo...

...sit by the fireplace

and open your Christmas presents.

Attaboy.

- Let me drive.

- No, you're drunk.

You always drive!

Because I'm the sheriff, a**hole.

Kopeck, you stop that, you bad kitty!

Kopeck's a bad kitty.

Ruble's a good little kitty.

We'll find you something to eat.

She's a good kitty.

Here we go. Here we go. Come on.

All right, you stop that!

Stop it!

Mean kitty, you start eating

before everybody gets here.

Come on, Dollar Bill.

Yes, here we go, Dollar Bill.

Mommy'll fix you

something good to eat.

Everybody here?

All right, let go of Mommy's coat.

Here.

Christmas carolers.

I hate Christmas carolers.

Screechy-voiced little glue-sniffers.

I warned you brats!

What are they?

What are they?!

They're here!

They've come for me!

They've come!

I'm not ready.

I'm not ready yet.

I'm not ready!

My God, Frye!

That was Mrs. Deagle.

Get them off! Get them off! Help me!

That's Dave Myers.

He does Santa every year.

What the hell is he doing now?

What's that stuff he's

got all over him?

Frank, I really think

we should go now.

Start the car. I'd really like

to go back to the station.

Please!

Jesus, Frank!

What the hell are those things?

It's Christmas.

What the hell's going on?

Shut up, will you?!

I don't believe it.

You're on with Rockin' Ricky! Go!

Hi, my name's Pete.

These green guys are

running around wrecking things.

This is Christmas, not Halloween!

Listen, gang.

Rockin' Ricky's getting fed up

with this Orson Welles crap!

What's that?

Kitty, what's that?

Some of Rockin' Ricky fans?

You're not a Rockin' Ricky fan!

Sir, I notice that you're a smoker.

I notice that you're a smoker.

I see the cigarettes.

I noticed, here, this broken ashtray.

It's very fortunate

that I happened to come by.

Let me introduce myself. My name's

Randall Peltzer. I'm an inventor.

"Fantastic Ideas for a Fantastic World."

I make the illogical logical.

I have something here that I think

you might be interested in.

Yes, sir, I do.

This is...

...the Peltzer Smokeless Ashtray.

I think this can solve

your problem here, sir.

Please don't bite me!

Wait a minute.

You all right?

Let's get out of here!

What's that?

Don't worry. He's with me.

He's not one of them.

What's wrong?

Why isn't the car starting?

We're gonna have to

make a run for it, okay?

One, two, three!

They've been here too.

What are these things?

Where do they come from?

They're gremlins, Kate.

Just like Mr. Futterman said.

Now I have another reason

to hate Christmas.

What are you talking about?

The worst thing that ever

happened to me was on Christmas.

Oh, God. It was so horrible.

It was Christmas Eve.

I was 9 years old.

Me and Mom were decorating the tree...

...waiting for Dad

to come home from work.

A couple hours went by.

Dad wasn't home.

So Mom called the office.

No answer.

Christmas Day came and went,

and still nothing.

So the police began a search.

Four or five days went by.

Neither one of us

could eat or sleep.

Everything was falling apart.

It was snowing outside.

The house was freezing, so I went

to try to light up the fire.

That's when I noticed the smell.

The firemen came and

broke through the chimney top.

And me and Mom were expecting

them to pull out a dead cat or a bird.

And instead they pulled out my father.

He was dressed

in a Santa Claus suit.

He'd been climbing down the chimney...

...his arms loaded with presents.

He was gonna surprise us.

He slipped and broke his neck.

He died instantly.

And that's how I found out

there was no Santa Claus.

Don't worry about that smoke.

It'll stop. It's guaranteed.

Barney, shut up!

Don't start with me.

I got a long way to go.

Shut up!

Where did they all go?

It'll be light soon.

I bet they're all

together some place dark.

Mogwai!

They're inside.

All of them?

Milk Duds.

What are they doing?

They're watching Snow White.

And they love it.

Where's the boiler room?

It's in the back of the theater.

Down there.

Milk Duds.

Cover your mouth.

Don't breathe any gas.

Go.

Hurry up!

Go, Katie! Watch out!

Come on!

In the department store.

Stripe!

That's Stripe.

He's the leader.

If he gets to water,

it'll start all over again.

Take Giz. Go back and try

and find some kind of light switch.

Careful, Billy.

Ward is your snowplow headquarters.

Attention, Christmas shoppers.

Saturday morning at 8:30, we'll have

Santa Claus for all the kiddies.

We have the Kingston Falls....

Attention, shoppers.

Light bright!

Bye-bye.

It takes a certain kind of guy.

And that guy needs

a certain kind of dame.

Water!

Gun!

It's been a rough night

for Rockin' Ricky...

...but he's still on the air!

The Marines are standing by

with fire hoses.

Gizmo ca-ca!

Light bright! Light bright!

What the hell is that?

Your scarf.

We switch to a report...

...from the scene of

the Christmas Eve riots.

This is Lew Landers,

WDHB's Action Central News...

...at the site of Dorry's Tavern...

...or what used to be Dorry's Tavern,

in Kingston Falls...

...where officials blame...

...mass hysteria for the escalating

series of unexplained...

...accidents, fires and explosions

that rocked this once-peaceful town...

...on Christmas Eve.

The bizarre demise

of Mrs. Ruby Deagle, widow...

...of convicted stock-swindler

Donald Deagle....

Don't chew that.

Don't chew.

I bet he'd like

some chicken soup.

Honey, this is the gentleman

who sold me the mogwai.

"Sold." An interesting choice of words.

Conflicting eyewitness reports

concerning "little green men"....

You teach him to watch television?

There was, I believe, a box.

Dad....

Rand, your scarf.

I warned you.

With mogwai comes much responsibility.

But you didn't listen.

And you see what happens.

I didn't mean it.

You do with mogwai what your society...

...has done with all of nature's gifts.

You do not understand.

You are not ready.

He has something to say to you.

You understand what

he says when he speaks to you?

To hear, one has only to listen.

Bye, Billy.

Perhaps someday you may be ready.

Until then, mogwai...

...will be waiting.

Excuse me, sir.

Before you go, I wanted to tell you...

...that I am truly sorry

for what's happened.

And if you would accept it,

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