- [thunder crashing]
- ["CreepShow" theme music plays]
♪
- [ghostly choir]
- [evil cackling]
- ♪♪
- ♪
- EVAN MILLER: When are we going to acknowledge
that even with medical insurance in America,
it is impossible to afford the lifesaving medication
that this mother needs for her daughter?
She's sick, and she will die without it.
When is our government gonna wake up
and start taking care of its own?
Access to healthcare is a human right.
No citizen of our great country
should be forced to cross an international border
just to buy the lifesaving medication that they need.
- WOMAN ON TV: My daughter needs her medication to survive.
We can't afford it here.
- MAN ON TV: I love this country,
but we need to see some change.
- I'm House Representative Evan Miller,
and I approve this message.
- ♪
- Ahh... - [bus horn honks]
- Jeez.
- ♪
- MAN: All right, come on!
Let's get everything set up out front.
- MAN: Over here!
- OFFICER: Well, shit.
It's gonna be a whole goddamn thing, isn't it?
- MAN: Let's get the banner centered.
Come on, a little to the left. Little to the left, people.
And there we are.
Okay, everyone!
Let's form kind of a semicircle around the front here.
- ♪
- [applause]
- Mm, mm, mm.
- [stomach gurgling]
- Thank you. It's very kind, thank you.
- [stomach gurgling]
- Now, folks, we all just shared a long journey across the border
to a Canadian pharmacy to send a message back
to real Americans like yourselves
about the need to reform our broken healthcare system.
The fact that you're all standing here before me today--
- [stomach gurgling] - EVAN: --is a clear sign
that our system is corrupt and broken.
- Mai.
- EVAN: --and it's time for our government to wake--
- This might do the trick, okay? It should settle your stomach.
- EVAN: Now, my team's been telling me that the video
that we made--
- That's better, isn't it? - [coughs]
- EVAN: --which means, right now--
- She's okay. She just needs to eat.
- EVAN: --about the importance of access
to low-cost prescription medication.
- [applause]
- Yeah, let's take that enthusiasm all the way
to Washington!
- [applause]
- [exhales]
Another 10 minutes,
I would've been loading the boxes into my truck.
- Well, looks like we got lucky, then.
Thank you for accommodating us, Officer.
All right, everybody, come on in.
- [indistinct chatter]
- How are you doing, there? We're almost home.
Good to be back, huh? [laughs] Almost.
- Excuse me, uh, your girl okay there, ma'am?
- You know, Officer, many of these fine folks here have
some very serious medical issues,
our country's failed them.
- Mm. - Hence the reason for our trip.
- Okay, now folks, this whole system's automated now.
All you gotta do is step up to the line,
put your picture page of your passport into the scanner.
You look up, and it'll take your picture.
It'll go green, and it'll let you on through.
- [stomach gurgling]
- So, friend.
You know, this is actually my home district.
It'd be fine thing to count on your support.
- Well, Congressman, we probably don't see eye to eye,
you know what I mean?
- What's your number-one issue?
Sovereign citizen?
- [stomach gurgling] - EVAN: Guns rights?
You know, Karl Marx once said that any attempt--
- --to disarm the workers
must be frustrated by force if needed.
Don't quote Marx to me, man.
Don't suit your milquetoast centrist policies.
You ain't no real leftist.
You know what I mean?
- [laughs] Are you some backwoods,
manifesto-writing communist?
- Born and bred red, baby.
Why do you think Border Patrol banished me
out to the armpit of nowhere
to watch technology steal my job?
- I--I--I can't tell if you're kidding or not, there, Comrade.
- I'll tell you what.
You start talking about guillotines
and you got my vote, man, 100%.
Simple as that.
Now, you have a good evening, sir.
You gotta go on through yourself.
There you go.
- [stomach gurgling]
- 'Scuse me, ma'am.
Would you step outta line for a moment, please?
- Um, is there really a need for it?
- Can you please just step out of line
and walk over to that table, there?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Take your pocketbook with you.
Sort of the whole point.
- Okay. I'll be right back, sweetheart, okay?
- OFFICER: Mm, mm, mm, mm.
I saw that, Miss.
Hand it over, see what you got.
Do you know what's in this?
- [indistinct chatter] - [stomach gurgling]
- [retches] - [exclaiming]
- Okay. It appears you've been feeding her a lot of pills.
- She's sick, but she's not contagious.
I mean, if we could just get-- - Okay, then.
Why don't you, uh, head on through the passport check
and I'll talk to your mommy a little bit, okay?
- [indistinct chatter]
- There you go.
I need to look into your purse there, please.
Thank you.
Anything sharp or dangerous?
Uh, excuse me?
- Sorry, what? Oh, no.
- Mm-kay.
Oh, shit.
Pardon my language, ma'am, but I'm sorry, this is not good.
You can't carry this much medication across the border,
prescription or not.
- Well, half of it belongs to my daughter.
- Okay. If that's how you wanna play it.
[clears throat]
Here we go.
Split like this, you're both over the limit.
Way over, not to mention the fact
some of these are illegal in the States.
- EVAN: Look at this, we've got an Asian-American citizen
being harassed by Border Patrol. Now, if I intervene,
we could go viral twice in one day, you know?
Show that I can step into power,
but that I also care about the marginalized communities.
I mean, I don't know, what do you think?
- Yeah, sure.
- Now, ladies and gentlemen,
if y'all don't mind following me to the waiting area,
we'll all go in and take a seat until we all sort this out.
Ma'am, this way with you.
- This is gonna be good. Go, go, go...
- OFFICER: Won't be long, then-- uh, then y'all be on your way.
This way, please. - [people complaining]
That's it, this way.
Here you go, right in here.
There you go.
- Okay, guys, let's do this.
Uh, this is lovely.
- OFFICER: This won't be too long.
I'll be right with you.
That's it.
Hey, go on in.
No, no, no, no, Momma. You stay with me.
Just go sit down, honey. Be right there.
There you go. We're gonna go this way.
Here we go.
- [heavy breathing]
- [stomach gurgling]
- [pants]
[growls]
- Hey, excuse me! Excuse me! Thank you!
Gotta go, right?
You sure you're okay?
Come on, l-l-let's find you some water, okay?
- ♪
- [pants]
- [stomach gurgling]
- ♪
- [banging]
- [stomach gurgling]
- [pants]
- [heartbeat]
- [stomach gurgling]
- [grunts, groans] - [heartbeat quickens]
- [slimy, tearing sound]
- ♪
- Hey. - [snaps]
- Come with me.
Come on, come on, come on.
- [buzz]
- There you go.
- I really need to get back to my daughter.
- Mm-hmm. Well, the quicker we get this done, the better.
- ♪
- [phone game beeping]
- WOMAN'S VOICE: [whispers] Jonah...
- ♪
- Passport, please.
Okay. First thing's first.
I'm sincerely sorry that America has failed you,
especially as a lady and a minority.
I cannot even imagine.
But you know what?
It's the whole goddamn corrupt system, isn't it?
Your girl, she needs her meds.
And you'll do anything to get 'em for her.
I--I get that. I truly do.
But making trips up to Canada is not a viable long-term solution,
you get me?
You get home and back a better candidate.
- Sir, can I--
- Please, allow me to say my piece.
Despite it being illegal to film
at a border crossing like this one,
she's got a camera rolling out there.
And when that video gets out, if I'm caught not doing my job,
well, then we're all screwed, aren't we?
So, what we're gonna do is you're going to just sit here
for a minute. You're gonna nod.
You're gonna take your pills and be on your way.
Is that okay with you?
- No. - OFFICER: No?
- I need to leave now!
My daughter just threw up her medication.
If she doesn't take the pills, then, uh--
- [rapid knocking]
- Are you holding this woman against her will?
- See what I gotta put up with? Hm?
Be right back.
- WOMAN'S VOICE: [whispers] Jonah...
Down here.
- ♪
- [pants]
- [squishy noises]
- [quickening heartbeat]
- ♪
- [hisses] - JONAH: [gasps]
- Okay, get this again. - [buzz]
- Congressman, do you mind? I'm trying to do my job.
- I do not mind at all, sir,
except for the fact that I will not stand idly by
and watch an American citizen be harassed by the fascist whim
of some two-bit security guard
drunk on whatever power he's afforded.
- ♪
- [no audible speech]
- ♪
- Hm?
- ♪
- Aah!
- OFFICER: All right, ma'am,
I think you've filmed quite enough.
- EVAN: No, no, no. You keep right on rolling.
Sir, I demand that you release this woman.
- You demand?
Well, if that's how you want to expand your political capital,
ma'am, you go ahead and keep filming.
- EVAN: That's right.
- Now, I figure you got your speech and you got a shot of
a guy you can spin any way you want.
But then of course you got your own flagrant display
of abuse of power, don't you? - Excuse me?
- You never even asked why I pulled this woman aside.
- [gasps]
- ♪
- OFFICER: You had a potential drug trafficker
on your official campaign bus-- - EVAN: A drug trafficker?
- OFFICER: --with a quantity of drugs that far exceeds legal--
- [screams] Hurry! - [bangs on window]
- Please open the door! - Ma'am--
- You really think that this poor woman--
- Calm down. - --is dealing in black market--
- Mai!
- She's got about two dozen boxes
of illegal prescription pills, there.
Those can be some sort of amphetamine cocktail.
- Oh, unbelievable. Are you kidding me?
- Look, you saw her daughter.
- ♪
- You tell me she didn't look like she was
going through with-- - --drawls?
- Ma'am, just a minute! - I'll tell you what I saw--
a terrible example of-- of racial profiling.
- You saw nothing. - [banging on window]
- I saw nothing? - Ma'am, please! Please!
- I know what I saw, sir. - Ma'am, Miss, please...
- [sobs]
- Sit down, sit down. - EVAN: Calm down, calm down.
We're gonna get to the bottom of this.
- OFFICER: This is for your own good, ma'am.
- No! - That is not necessary.
You know what? It's gonna be okay.
Tell him what's in these.
- I don't know! I don't know. - Well, what?
Just read the back of the box.
- I can't, okay? I don't read Chinese.
- You can't read? - Chinese.
- I'm not that kind of Asian!
- Well, what the hell kind of Asian are you?
- Uh, and there it is!
Miss, you get that video back to town
and you auction it off to the highest bidder and get rich.
- EVAN: Wait a second.
You son of a bitch, you set me up!
- Huh? You can go, ma'am.
Thank you for the extra few minutes of your time.
Mm.
- [deep, heavy breathing]
- Whoa!
[grunts] Hey!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey! Hey, hey, hey. Give me my firearm.
- [screaming in background] - Give me the key.
- [screaming]
- [hisses]
- Don't be difficult. You're safer in here.
Now, hand over the gun.
Miss.
- [gunshot] - [screams]
- [glass shattering]
- No! Damn, woman! What the hell?
- Mai!
- [shrieks]
- Mai!
- Hey, hey! Miss! Easy. I need my gun!
- I told you that my daughter needed me, okay?
And now she's feeding!
Goddamn it, she needs her medication
to keep her condition under control!
- OFFICER: [grunts] - Let me go!
- I'm sorry. I can't do that.
- No!
[sobbing] No!
[pants]
- [grunts]
- [glass shattering]
- [grunts]
[pants] Whoa.
Sir? - [stammers]
- OFFICER: Oh my god. What happened?
Oh, they were butchered!
Oh, Christ almighty.
I'm sorry, sir.
Come on.
- No, no, no...
- Come on, pull yourself together, man!
Buck up!
- [pants]
Okay. Okay.
- They're dead. They're all dead.
Watch your--watch your step. Okay.
Oh, this is not good.
- ♪
- [heartbeat]
- Sweetheart?
Are you okay?
- [shrieks]
- [screaming]
- [gunfire]
- Come on, come on, come on!
- [gunfire]
- MAI: [shrieks]
- ♪
- OFFICER: Oh! Stay put, Congressman.
I'll take care of this.
- ♪
- Miss? You okay in there?
- [gunshot] - Whoa!
Shit, damn it!
- Do not come in here unless you have my daughter's body!
- Ma'am, come on now! - It's all your fault!
She just needed her medicine!
- I cannot let that thing cross the border, you know that.
- That "thing" is my daughter and she's an American citizen.
- Excuse me, ma'am, but I'm not sure if that fact
has much relevance at this exact moment.
Miss?
- [gunshot] - Whoa!
Doggone it!
- EVAN: Officer! I found something!
- Fine. Okay, ma'am. It's okay.
Uh, uh, get it, get it, get it.
The mother wants the body.
I don't see any choice.
That thing needs to be destroyed.
- MAI: [shrieks]
- Where is that coming from?
- [shrieks]
- We got your goddamn body!
- Oh, sweetheart! Thank god.
- ♪
- [grunts] - [shrieks]
- No, no, no! It's not her fault!
She just needed her medicine!
And now it's too late.
- [grunts] - [shrieks]
- [sobbing] No, no, no.
No, please! You're killing her!
- ♪
- I got it.
I gotta put this little one out of her misery.
[grunts] I'm sorry.
- MAI: [yells]
- OFFICER: It's the only way. I'm sorry, sweetheart.
- [sobs]
- OFFICER: [grunts] - MAI: [shrieks]
- [sobs]
I'm sorry, Mai.
I'm so sorry.
- ♪
- [grunts] - [squish]
- [pants]
All quiet.
Mission accomplished, I guess.
- [clank]
- [panting]
- ♪
- Oh, yeah.
- Sorry about your wife, sir.
- Yeah.
I'm sure once the adrenaline wears off,
I'll feel something about that.
Thank you, man.
I'm sure my campaign can squeeze a few extra ounces
of political sympathy out of it.
- Hmm.
- [cries]
- OFFICER: You know what? There's a lesson here somewhere.
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
I mean, fucking immigrants, right?
- Oh, you racist piece of shit! What the hell?
Is that the first thing that comes to your mind?
- Oh, well, I mean, maybe there's something about putting
our political and ideological differences aside
to come together to fight a common enemy.
- I was just thinking...
if this poor girl had proper access to her medication,
I mean, who knows, right?
Weren't you just up in Canada
trying to sell that exact same message to your management?
- EVAN: Comrade, I will do whatever my PR firm tells me
I need to do to get elected.
I mean, shit, even if I do win,
do you think there's one member of Congress that's gonna vote to
put a price cap on prescription medication?
I didn't run to fight battles
neither side really wants to win.
- Dude, that's some grade A fucking cynicism there, buddy.
Why even run for office?
- I mean, beats working like a peasant, right?
Plus, ironically, the job
actually comes with some pretty damn good
government-provided health insurance.
- What's your co-pay?
- [snickers]
- BOTH: [laughing]
- ♪
♪
- ♪
- [clanking]
- ♪
♪
- [evil cackling]
- ♪
- [horn blaring]
- ♪
- MALE REPORTER: Because of the obvious threat
to untold numbers of citizens,
and because of the crisis which is even now developing,
this radio station will remain on the air day and night.
This station and hundreds of other radio and TV stations
throughout this part of the country
are pooling their resources through
an emergency network hookup to keep you informed
of all developments.
- [static]
- [indistinct chatter]
- [cars pulling up] - [car doors shutting]
- REPORTER: --murder being committed by
a virtual army of unidentified assassins.
It seems to be a sudden,
general explosion of mass homicide.
When this emergency first began,
radio and television was advising people
to stay inside behind locked doors for safety.
Well, that situation has now changed.
- [doorbell rings]
- Howdy, boys.
- [crickets chirping]
- Uh, I have...
- Joe?
- [crickets chirping]
- We're headed out to Ridgeway House, Evan.
We're going for Cliven.
- Boys, uh, I know you all have
good reasons to be angry, but, um...
it's probably best we stay inside.
Wait for the National Guard to get here.
- Radio says military ain't gettin' here 'til Tuesday
at the earliest.
- With all the chaos going on around here,
no one's ever gonna know what happened to him.
- You know I can't sanction something like this.
- We're not asking permission, Chief.
We want you to join us.
- [helicopter whirring overhead]
- No.
I'm not joining ya 'cuz
y'all ain't doing nothing but going home.
- Evan, how many times have you put that boy behind bars?
- As many as it takes.
- It not gonna stick as long as his daddy runs the show.
- Yeah, he can do whatever he wants.
Just ask my brother's family.
- My sister.
- Or worse.
What he done to my daughter.
- [crickets chirping] - [light traffic]
- I'm sorry, Joe, there's no evidence--
- Horseshit!
- Loopholes.
- I'm not gonna say it again.
We don't do vigilante justice in this town.
That goes for all of you.
Now get.
- Well...
if I see him on my way home tonight...
who knows?
- Carl, you're better than this. - Used to be.
Maybe not no more.
- Carl. I'm riding with you.
You keep taking the high road, Chief!
We'll take the other way.
- You boys do anything tonight
and tomorrow it'll be the law that gets ya!
- The law?
[chuckles] Ain't no law no more, Chief.
Don't you get it?
- [truck door shuts] - [truck starts]
- Aw, shit!
I'mma try to beat them out there.
You go find Tommy and take a ride through town,
see if Cliven's hanging around!
- [car starts]
- ♪
- Fuckin' last thing I wanna be doing tonight, Cliven,
is saving your dumb ass.
- REPORTER ON RADIO: Repeating this latest bulletin
just received moments ago from Cumberland, Maryland.
Civil Defense authorities have told newsmen that murder victims
show evidence of having been partially devoured
by their murderers.
- POLICE RADIO: Chief? - REPORTER: Medical examination
of victims' bodies shows conclusively--
- POLICE RADIO: Tommy says he saw Cliven's GTO
when he was on patrol about 10 minutes ago
parked outside the old wire factory.
- Shit!
- [tires screeching]
- [insects chirping, buzzing]
- The hell you doin' all the way out here, Cliven?
- ♪
♪
- [gunshot] - [thudding]
- [creaking]
- CHIEF: Oh.
My god...
- ♪
- [coughs]
- [creaking]
- ♪
♪
- [groans]
Oh, Edda.
- [creak] - [moaning]
- This is Police Chief Foster.
Whoever that is better step into the light now
and keep your hands where I can see 'em!
- [ding] - Oof!
- Cliven!
- Well, well.
If it ain't my daddy's pet po-lice.
What you doin' all the way out here, Chief?
- Lookin' for ya. Whole town's lookin' for ya.
A group of Carl Fenston's boys
wanna put you in the grave tonight.
Joe Donovan, too.
- Oh, not that again.
- CHIEF: Care to explain this?
- ♪
- Crazy old bat. I thought she was
some kind of squatter or somethin' comin' after me.
Or one of them things on the news, you know?
You've seen them things-- - From the looks of it,
I think you'd better come up with a better story.
- [scoffs]
You think I did this, chewed on her arm?
Ain't you seen the news?
It's open season on them thing--
- That's in the cities.
Not here.
Not in my town.
- [laughs]
Your town? This ain't your town.
This is my daddy's town.
Last I checked, a mayor's more important than a,
uh--a guard dog.
- Cliven, to be clear,
I've got half a mind to leave you be and
let these boys track you-- - Hey, hey, look.
I ain't been convicted of-- - Let me finish.
- Okay.
- All you done, it'd serve you right.
But that ain't my way.
As soon as this town stops following the rules,
won't be a town left to save, so you're comin' with me.
- Oh.
I feel so safe.
[mocking] Big boy's gonna protect me--
- Put the rifle down and your hands on the wall!
- Easy, Chief.
- Cliven, you know damn well how to be arrested.
- [growling]
- ♪
- [growling]
- Look at that.
Whole town-- - Shut up!
- CLIVEN: I'm feeling like a celebrity.
Everybody's lookin' for ol' Cliven.
- I got a bad feeling about this.
- ♪
- Cliven!
- ♪
- CLIVEN: Well, it looks like I'm the one saving you from
the mob tonight, Chief.
A little thank you would be nice.
[clears throat]
That's the problem with you people.
No gratitude, no nothin'.
That's to tie up my dogs.
I bring 'em out here for...training.
Rowdy bitches, those ones.
Rowdy bitches!
- ♪
- Sometimes you just gotta break 'em down.
Let 'em know what's what.
You know what I mean?
- [grunts] - Oh, fuck!
What the fuck, man?
- Cliven Ridgeway, you're under arrest.
- What for? The fuck for? That old lady over there?
I told you, she came at me!
You heard the news. It's open season on them things!
Ow!
- Last time I saw Edda, she was alive as you and me.
Until I know different, that means it's homicide,
and that puts you behind bars.
- Okay. Okay.
Ow, ow! Ow, ow!
[sniffs]
So that's what this is, huh?
Railroad job.
And now you're driving me to jail in a car my family bought
the department.
- I thanked your folks at the ribbon-cutting ceremony.
That don't excuse you of murder.
- Only it's not Edda Winterson's murder you're arresting me for,
is it?
- Carl Fenston, this is Police Chief Foster.
Carl, you got your ears on?
- CARL: 10-2, is that you, Chief?
- 10-12.
I'm on a backstroke here.
And I got Cliven Ridgeway with me.
- The hell you talkin' to him for?
- Shut up. - CARL: Well, what do you know?
Guess who decided to join the party.
- What's that supposed to mean, party?
- I'm en route back to the station.
I want you and Jeremy to meet me there, got it?
- CARL: Yes, sir!
Glad to see you had a change of heart, Chief.
- Hey! I thought you were protecting me from them.
Now you're calling them in?
[scoffs, laughs]
I know my fuckin' rights here, Chief.
- ♪
- Okay, look, Foster.
There's only two ways this is gonna go.
Either the courthouse opens tomorrow and the judge hands me
a get out of jail free card,
or the courts never open again and you let me out
on account of there ain't no fucking courts anymore!
They! Ain't! Never!
Gonna! Put! Me! In! Jail!
[spits]
[mocking] I'm Chief Foster!
I think I'm big and bad!
I got a badge and a gun. I'm the law!
- [crickets chirping]
- ♪
- CLIVEN: Fuckin' shit!
What is this?
Hey, what is it?
Hey!
Fuck are you doing?
- Evening, Chief.
- Good evening, Chief. - Hi, boys.
- What you got?
- [sighs] Got me an idea.
- CARL: What's your idea?
- It's a little unsavory, but--
- What the fuck is he--
- CHIEF: I want your boys to pick up Sue.
Don't have to if it's asking too much.
- Never wanted to do something more in my life.
- [pants]
- CHIEF: Shouldn't take you that long.
- I'll tell the others.
- That son of a bitch.
That son of a bitch.
- ♪
- Oh god.
Fuck! Fuck!
- [truck starts]
- Hey! You better hope that Tastee Freeze is hiring,
you pencil-neck son of a bitch!
'Cuz you're gonna be out on your freakin' ass! Hah!
- Get up! Get up! Get up!
- Okay, okay, you can't treat me like this, Foster.
I'm the mayor's son.
The mayor's son!
- REPORTER: --wave of murder which is
sweeping the eastern third of the nation
is being committed by creatures who feast upon
the flesh of their victims.
- I'm not arresting you for something you didn't do, Cliven.
But not being convicted of a crime ain't the same
as not having committed it.
That's a lesson I don't think you've learned.
- REPORTER: However, reports persisted.
Medical examinations of some of the victims bore out the fact
that they had been partially devoured.
- [clanking]
- At least buy me a drink first, sweetheart.
- Sweetheart, hm.
Is that what you called Joe Donovan's daughter, Cliven?
- ♪
- Oh, so that's what this is about.
I fucking told you I had nothing to do with that little girl.
I got eyewitnesses to back up my alibi.
You got nothin'. No evidence, nothing!
- Yup. You got me there.
Normally we'd have all the evidence we need, but, uh,
the only forensic tech we got access to suddenly decided
to go on a European vacation, of all things.
First class tickets, Four Seasons Hotel.
Helluva trip for someone on his wages.
- That sounds lovely.
I can't control when someone decides
to take a fuckin' vacation.
- Nah, you can't.
I expect that was your daddy.
- Hey!
You gonna let me out of these cuffs?
- Nah, I don't think I will tonight.
- You can't leave me in here, Chief!
Not with what's going on out there.
It's not safe.
It ain't right, that's for goddamn sure!
- CHIEF: Probably the safest place
you can be right now, Cliven.
For a little while, anyway.
I mean, according to you,
the judge'll have you out come morning.
So nothin' to worry about, right?
- [footsteps]
- [door slams] - Son of a bitch!
- This is the latest disclosure, in a report from
National Civil Defense Headquarters in Washington.
It has been established that persons who have recently died
have been returning to life and committing acts of murder.
- [doorbell rings]
- REPORTER: A widespread investigation of reports from
funeral homes, morgues, and hospitals has concluded
that the unburied dead are coming back to life
and seeking human victims.
It's hard for us here to believe what we're reporting to you,
but it does seem to be a fact.
- ♪
- [banging]
- What?
[groans]
Cassius-fucken-Clay.
- ♪
- The hell are you all doing here?
- They're, um, interested parties.
- Interested?
Oh, okay.
I see what we got here. You're rounding up everyone
who ever held a grudge against old Cliven Ridgeway, huh?
There's gonna be a public execution.
I thought you were a man of the law, Foster, but no.
You're gonna put a bullet in me while these assholes watch.
- Why would I do that?
- 'Cuz you believe all the shit they talk about me.
What--what, uh, Carl says I did to his brother's silo.
What Jeremy said I did to his sister on prom night.
Chub, I don't even know what I did to you.
I thought we were friends.
What Joe Donovan said I did to his daughter.
What he thinks I did to his daughter.
- You got off on all those, Cliven.
- Yeah. But we sure as hell ain't here
because of all that at the wire factory.
- You got one chance to say something decent here.
So I'm gonna ask you.
You got something you wanna confess to us?
- ♪
- Fuck you.
Fuck you all!
[spits]
- [shrieking, shouting] - [gunfire]
- MAN: Hold it, damn it! - The hell's that, Foster?
- So...the thing of it is...
because that forensic tech was in Europe,
we had to send Sue Donovan's body to Somerset County for
the autopsy, or at least we were supposed to.
They're so backed up on cases, as you can imagine.
She's still sitting in the morgue.
You see where I'm getting at?
- I got no idea of why you're rapping on about
some dead girl's autopsy.
- Not some dead girl.
Her name was Sue, Cliven.
Sue Donovan.
- Yeah! Yeah, I know!
And you and her crazy-ass father had the whole goddamn town
believing I did something to her.
Some fucking sheep you are!
- Point is...if they'd performed the autopsy
during the normal course of events,
they would've taken her brain out to weigh it.
But in this case, they just did the measurements,
put it in a jar.
- [pants] You mean--you mean she--
- [banging at door]
- ♪
- [pants]
What is that, Foster?
- You know what it is.
- No!
No. What are you doing?
- Chief. - Carl.
- Carl, no!
Jeremy, no, don't bring that thing in here!
Come on! Come on!
Chief, no! Chief, no!
Chief!
- [growling]
- [gasps] Aah!
Come on!
- [hissing]
- Can I know, Chief, what changed your mind?
- Foster! Jeremy! Come--Come on!
- You know, when these things started coming back
from the dead, I was...
I thought it was the end times. I was right and truly scared.
- [growling]
- Come on! [unintelligible]
- Then I saw something tonight, something...worse.
- CLIVEN: [gasps]
- [raspy breathing]
- What was it? What did you see?
- ♪
- CHIEF: This.
- [gasps]
- ♪
- CLIVEN: [pants, whimpers]
- [growls]
- [gasps]
- [hisses]
- CLIVEN: Oh no. No.
No, no, no, no. No.
[pants] No.
[grunts]
Oh, god, no. No.
- [growls]
Aah! Aah! Aah!
[screams] - [growls, hisses]
- CLIVEN: Foster! No! [sobs] No!
Aah! Aah!
[screams]
Oh god! Oh god!
Aah! Aah! Aah!
[pants]
Oh god, oh god.
[screams]
Oh my god!
[screams]
- You know, if this is the end times...
maybe we deserve it.
You heard what the news said. There's no more rules.
Let's go find his daddy.
- Yeah, okay!
- Chief, if I were surrounded by six or eight of these things,
would I stand a chance with them?
- Well, there's no problem.
If you have a gun, shoot 'em in the head.
That's a sure way to kill 'em.
If you don't, get yourself a club or a torch.
Beat 'em or burn 'em. They go up pretty easy.
- Well, Chief McClellan, how long do you think it will
take you until you get the situation under control?
- Well, that's pretty hard to say.
We don't know how many of 'em there are.
We know when we find 'em, we can kill 'em.
- Are they slow-moving, Chief?
- Yeah, they're dead. They're...all messed up.
- ♪
- [thunder crashes]
- ["CreepShow" theme music plays]
♪
- [ghostly choir]
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