Tales From The Crypt Page #4

We have lost one sense...

but the loss of that one sense

only tends to sharpen the others.

Do you know what that means?

We feel things more acutely.

If food is bad,

it tastes worse to us.

If a room is dirty,

we feel every speck.

If an insect scurries

across the floor, we hear it.

And if it's cold,

we feel the cold more.

Why don't you sell that painting

and buy us fuel or extra blankets?

I was not aware that the administration

of expenditure for this establishment...

had been handed over to you,

Mr. Carter.

Good morning.

[Door Slams]

- Dishwater.

- Filthy muck.

There's no meat in it.

Sorry, dad,

there ain't no more.

No second helping?

Well, rations were cut, you see?

Superintendent says he's doing the best

he can with prices so high.

It's customary to knock

on the door of a private office.

What do you want?

Can't you see I'm having my lunch?

What is it? Nice juicy steak,

while we get nothing but slop?

I do the best I can for you within the limits

of the budget provided for me.

- But you eat meat... and drink wine.

- I am the officer in charge.

- This isn't the bloody army!

- Mr. Carter!

In the kingdom of the blind,

even the one-eyed man is king.

- Shane!

- [Barking]

Shane, stay.

Here.

[Gasping]

[Wheezing]

[Coughing]

Doctor.

Get a doctor.

Do you realize it's gone midnight?

Doctor! Who wants a doctor?

It's Greenwood, sir.

Well, can't it wait till the morning?

He's ill, sir. Very ill.

Well, I suppose

I'd better take a look.

[Barking]

Shane, wait.

Blanket.

[Wind Whistling]

Well, which one is Greenwood?

The man is dead.

Very well.

[Barking]

Shane?

Shane?

Shane?

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Go back to your rooms, all of you!

It's our turn to

give the orders now...

Major Rogers, sir.

Well, what-what is it? What-

Wh-What do you want?

[Footsteps Approaching]

[Chattering, Grunting]

[Door Slams]

[Pounding]

Let me out of here!

Let me out!

[Shane Whining]

- Shane.

- [Barking]

Shane.

All right, boy.

All right. All right, boy.

What are you doing to my dog?

What are you doing to my dog?

[Birds Chirping]

- [Clattering]

- [Shane Growling]

[Barking]

[Barking In Distance]

[Grunting]

Let me go!

Let me go!

[Grunts]

Let me go!

Let me go!

[Grunts]

Let me go!

[Barking Continues]

Your dog seems to be getting hungry,

Major Rogers.

Feed him, please.

Please, feed him.

All in good time.

Yes, but you must feed him.

He- He'll be dangerous. He'll go wild, berserk!

I know, Major Rogers, sir.

[Barking Continues]

[Clattering Continues]

What are you... doing out there?

You'll see... soon enough.

Look, give me something to eat,

please. Please!

I haven't had anything to eat or drink

for over two days. Please, please!

Well, at least feed my dog, please!

He'll be fed, all right...

Major Rogers, sir.

[Wood Scraping]

[Creaking]

[Shane Snarling In Distance]

[Creaking]

[Screams]

Aah!

Aah!

You-

[Snarling]

[Barking]

No! Shane!

[Screams]

What is all this?

I'm on my way to a new job.

I don't know...

why I stopped here.

I do.

Now you may go.

[Scraping]

[Thunder Rumbling]

But how can we-

Where are we?

In a place where people go

who have died without repentance.

You see,

I wasn't warning you...

but telling you why you are here...

for all eternity.

[Screams]

And now...

who's next?

Perhaps you?

[Thunderclap]

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