Creepshow

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If you are unable to find shelter,

you should contact the Red Cross for--

The world population's reached

a grand total of 3.8 billion,

doubling its total over the last 30 years.

Hurricane Charlie

has been upgraded to a category 4.

Authorities are advising citizens to evacuate.

This has the potential to be a devastating storm, folks.

The last category 4 we had in the region

was Hurricane Hazel in 1954,

which left an estimated 1,000 people dead.

If you are unable to evacuate,

we urge you to find immediate shelter.

And now for something new from the charts.

You alright, Chief?

Yeah.

- Eight hundred seventy-six dollars and forty-three cents.

Every time there's a storm,

there's a run on supplies.

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- [upbeat pop music on radio]

Timmy Grenadine.

I thought we were the only ones thickheaded enough

to be out here in this weather.

I'm sorry, Timmy.

Alls we got left is... cat and dog food.

- Do you have any Harrow's Supreme, Mrs. Parmalee?

For your daddy?

I'll go get it.

- Ain't seen a storm like this one come through since...

when was it? '58?

Maybe '59?

I remember it was right around the time the love of your life

walked out on ya.

She said it wasn't you.

It was the weather.

Then you should be grateful that she did walk out on me

'cause you wouldn't have had nobody to hang out with

the last 20 years.

And you got a point!

- Every night you two egg each other on.

There's no point in going on about the past.

- Better than the present. - Yeah, that's right.

Times have come and gone.

This town is practically dead.

This storm just might be the last nail in the coffin.

- Chief, I thought you were gonna get rid of

my mold problem for me.

I tried.

Keeps comin' back.

We're interrupting the program

with breaking news.

Due to the weather conditions, the police have officially

suspended the search for the missing Grady twins.

The twins, age 14, have been missing since--

Is everything okay?

My daddy...

h-he's changed.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

I-I can't say. He's real sick.

I don't wanna go back.

Please. I never want to go back.

- Oh, sweetheart, you don't have to go back.

You just stay right here.

Authorities want citizens

to evacuate immediately.

- You need to go pay a visit to that boy's father.

Find out what's going on with Richie.

Tell you what, son.

You stay here with Ms. Parmalee, alright?

And, uh, me and Doc will take that case of beer.

We'll go over and, uh, see your daddy.

No!

I-I mean...

would you?

Would you really do that, Mr. Connors?

Of course I would, son.

Of course.

Well, now, look at you.

He ain't been feeding you very much, has he?

You come on over here and sit down.

I'm gonna get you a nice warm meal.

- What do you think got that boy so spooked?

I don't know.

- But I can tell you, I haven't seen a look like that since

George Kelso. - George who?

George Kelso.

Years ago, he saw something in the sewers

that spooked the bejesus out of him.

Shit!

Must've made landfall.

I remember something that my daddy used to say to me.

He'd say, "Son, there are things in the corners of this world

"that if you look 'em right in the face,

they'll drive you insane."

That poor boy.

It was a night just like this.

Momma and Poppa had a hell of a fight.

Martha ran out into that storm.

Richie's never been the same since.

Alright, let's do this.

Go on now so we don't get caught in the thick of it.

- Dixie? We'll be back in a few minutes.

You be careful, boys.

Damn storm.

Go on.

Now...

why don't we start at the beginning?

- Nothin' to tell, Mrs. Parmalee.

Nothin' to tell?

Timmy, when I was your tutor,

what did I always tell you about math?

For every problem, there is a solution.

Well, life's just like that.

What's been eatin' at you?

- All started a few years ago, after...

Your momma died.

We buried her on a Tuesday.

My daddy wouldn't talk to anyone but me.

Why don't you go back inside, Son?

Daddy always taught me that a real man don't cry.

- And that's when he took up the bottle?

- He always liked his Friday night beers, ain't gonna lie.

But after a while, every night was Friday to him.

As soon as he'd come home, he'd have to have his Harrow's.

He said it helped him put the long day behind him.

Otherwise, work would grind him down.

After a while, everything seemed to grind him down.

Argument on the factory floor.

Late on the rent.

Pick-up needs a new alternator.

And then it wasn't just nights.

They caught him drinkin' on the job.

They gave him his papers.

I don't want you to think I'm speakin' poorly of my daddy.

He was always good to me.

But all that seemed to...

I don't know...

just kinda fade away.

Is everything okay, Daddy?

I know I've been...

no good.

And I'm sorry.

I'm gonna quit.

I promise.

You gotta believe me.

I will be your daddy again, okay?

- But that didn't happen, did it?

Oh, Timmy, I am so sorry.

To see your daddy change like that--

Change?

Mrs. Parmalee...

that--that was just the beginning.

I think there's something more about your daddy

you wanted to share.

- He became good for only one thing.

What's that?

Drinkin' contests.

It's how we paid our bills, you see.

Until...

one day in October, after winning big...

I'm gonna quit one day.

I promise.