Creepshow (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - The Companion/Lydia Layne's Better Half - full transcript

- Hey, Harry!

I thought that was your bike.

- You should have called me.

I was sitting at home
doing a bunch of nothing.

I went by your house, but
I saw your brother's car.

Well, hello, Marissa.

I've missed you.

And jackpot.

Well, I can't stay for long,
'cause my grandma's in town.

And my mom forgot to
pick up her foot cream,

so I was just passing by--



Jesus Christ, your face.

Did Billy do that to you?

- Uh-huh.

Got him back pretty good though.

I think I even gave
him a black eye.

- Yeah?

With, uh--with big
brothers like that, huh?

Want me to go home,
pack you a bag?

- You think I should run?

A lot of good that
did me the last time.

- You wanna spend the
night at my place then?

Let him sleep it
off or whatever?

- Think I wanna sit around
with your mom

and your old ass grandma?



- You'll get used to it.

- No, thanks.

- Want me to fuck
him up for you?

- Couldn't fuck up a June bug,
you fucking dildo.

- Fuck you up if
you don't watch it.

Come on, you want some, huh?
Huh?

- Fuck you, Smitty.

- Fuck you, too, Harry.

Well, I, uh, better get going.

My mom is gonna kill me
if I don't get back soon,

and grandma can be a real bear
when her feet get sore.

So, uh...gross.

Maybe this will cheer you up.

Harry?

You sure you're good?

I'm around if you need me.

And don't eat all
my peanut butter cups!

- S--Smitty?

- Whoa!

I told you I wasn't
through with you

when your bitch ass ran away.

- Please, Billy,
I said I was sorry.

- Not sorry enough.

Not yet anyway.

- Please, Billy, come on!

No!

Billy, I'll fix the dent,
I swear to God.

- Oh, I know you will.

But right now, I'm just--uh,

I'm just collecting
what I'm owed.

- Ah!

What are you gonna do, huh?

You filthy piece of shit!
- Stop, please!

- I'm gonna break you!
- Billy, stop!

Come back here!

Come and get your beating!

You're dead, Harold!

Fucking dead!

Harold!

I'm coming for you!

I'll fucking kill you!

Better run!

Harold!

I'll fucking kill you!

- Uh!

Harold,
I'm gonna find you!

- God!

I'm gonna
fucking kill you this time!

Harold!

Harold!

Where'd you go?

- Help! Help! Let me in!

- Please, please!

- Billy, I'm sorry!

Billy?

- What the fuck?

Harold,
where'd you go?

You are fucking dead
when you come home!

You little piece of shit!

- Ah!

- "There's no way to
explain what's happened.

- But after my Mavis died--
- But after my Mavis died,

I grew terribly lonely.

My Mavis had finally
succumbed to her illness.

And so after nearly
40 years of wedded bliss,

it was time to say goodbye.

And what was harder than
anything in the days and months

that followed, harder than I
could've possibly ever imagined,

was the loneliness.

A loneliness that existed in
every nook and cranny

of the life me and my Mavis
had built together.

- So lonely that I decided
to create...

a companion.

- Working a farm makes
a man quite handy.

There ain't nothing you don't
encounter over the years.

Mavis herself used to say,
"There weren't nothing

I couldn't build if I just
had the right tools."

Truth be told, it
was kinda fun, too.

Took my mind off things.

Lost myself into working nights.

It began to occupy my mind
during every waking hour,

an obsession I couldn't shake.

I was nearly there, but
something was still missing.

Which is when I found it.

And wouldn't you know it, it
came from my Mavis herself.

An old heart for
my new companion.

- Something about the
combination of ingredients,

perhaps the strange bones
from the field

or the Valentine's heart
my Mavis had given me,

perhaps even my own desires
had given it life.

And for a short time...

it was lovely.

- But as men wiser than me
have said...

nothing good lasts forever.

- I couldn't live with myself
for having created it.

A little girl was dead because
of me, because of my creation.

- Which is why
we belong dead.

Both of us.

My companion and me.

- Hey, Straw Dick!

Eat crow!

- Ah!

- Hey, Billy.

Wake up.

You finally
come home for your beating?

- Ugh!

- Uh! What the fuck do you
think you're doing?

- I'm just, uh--

I'm just collecting
what I'm owed.

Look, I know
you two have been waiting

anxiously for my decision.

When the Metega IBO
closes tomorrow,

Myan Capital Group is going
to become one of

the richest private equity
groups in the country.

And in the process, offering
you, Celia,

or you, Tom,
the opportunity of a lifetime.

- Did you feel that?
- Mm-hmm.

Maybe a 3.2 on the Richter.

Probably out somewhere
near Palmdale.

Now, back to business.

One of you is going to
be Midtech's new CFO.

- Start practicing
your French, Tom.

- Lydia, I--I don't
know what to say.

I won't let you down.

I know you won't.

You are one of the best
financial magicians

that I've ever encountered.

So I'm counting on you to
keep this new ship afloat.

- I won't let you down.

- I, uh--I need
to call my wife.

- Seriously?

Tom Harding?
- Cee.

- Jesus, Lydia, you just
set us back 20 years.

- He's being transferred
to Switzerland, Cee.

- You were never gonna
let me be you, were you?

- I thought you'd be relieved.

Besides...

I don't wanna lose you.

- You were supposed
to have my back, Lydia.

Isn't that what you preach
at all these conferences?

How successful women owe
it to the rest of us?

Bring us along, lift us up?

Us against the brutes?

- Oh, who cares about
a CFO position, Celia?

- I...care.

- When the IPO settles, there
is going to be so much money,

we can do anything that we want.

Travel the world
like we talked about.

Maybe even let those morons
at the club

talk me into running for office.

Just imagine.

The two of us
celebrated everywhere,

smashing through barriers,
changing the world.

- You don't get it, do you?

That CFO position was going to
be the beginning of my life.

The beginning of my rise.

And I stupidly assumed that you
were going to help me get there.

What a fucking idiot I was
to have believed in you.

- Darling, there are going
to be other opportunities.

- You're a fraud, Lydia.

You know that?

You're a first-class,
hypocritical fraud.

- Look, I knew you were going

to be disappointed--
- Disappointed? No.

My eyes are open,
finally, thanks to you.

All of this bullshit
about being

a paragon
of women's empowerment,

I mean, littering the floors
with the shards

of glass ceilings that
you've shattered.

Well-curated bullshit, my dear,
but bullshit all the same.

- Maybe we should just
take a step back here.

- You're afraid
of me, aren't you?

- Afraid?

- I'm younger, I'm smarter.

I am a threat to you, aren't I?

- I don't even recognize the
person that I'm talking to here.

- Of course you don't.

I am so far above you, you
couldn't find me in the clouds.

Do you really think that
traveling the world,

holding your hand
in Hong fucking Kong

with a Stepford smile
on my face,

everyone
kissing your ass?

You really think
that's gonna cut it?

- You just hang
on a minute here--

- I didn't bust my ass
at Wharton for this.

I deserved that promotion.

And to hear that you
just want a sidekick,

that is not my future.

I am not an appendage
to the brilliant

and powerful Lydia Lane.

- Don't you think
I see who you are?

Who you can become?

- You have a funny
way of showing it.

- I just want a life together.

That's all.

Me and you.

- That's
a fucking laugh.

You think, after all of this,

that I can ever
look you in the eye again?

- Mm.

- Damn, you are clueless.

- Don't say something
that you don't mean...

and that you can't take
back when you calm down.

- Do you really think that all
those little spa trips

out to the Greenbriar
and to Canyon Ranch

can keep
the rust at bay, Lydia?

- Please.

- Christ, you fucking cow.

Just wait until the world
hears how you lied to them,

and how every woman on this
planet should just run

the other direction as they
see you coming--

- Stop!

- Assault?

Perfect.

First the police,

then "The Times."

I'm going to ruin you.

You're done.

You are fucking done.

- Where do you
think you're going?

You're not going anywhere!

Sit down!
- Let me go!

Celia?

Oh, my God, Celia.

- Oh my God.

- Celia.

Oh, my God, I'm so--
I'm so sorry.

I'm so--I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- Oh.

- Celia?

Miss Lane?

Miss Lane,
you still here?

- Hey.
- Hi.

- We're closing up.

Everyone's getting ready to
celebrate Tom's promotion.

Everything okay?

- Yeah, Celia's just a little
upset about losing to Tom.

I'm trying to get
her to go home.

You know, have the valet bring
her Tesla around

and leave the keys
under the visor.

I'll catch up later.

- Oh, gee.

- Lydia.

Hey, Kevin said--I mean--

how's Celia taking all of this?

- It hit her kinda hard.

- Well, she's a tough one.

She'll bounce back.

- Yeah.

- You--
- Uh--

- You wanna--
- No, no, I forgot something.

- You go on ahead.
- You sure?

- We'll catch up.
- Okay.

- Save some champagne for us.
- I'll do it.

- Okay.

- Everybody's gone.
- Everybody's gone.

It was just an accident.

It was a terrible accident.

You--you were so upset.

I should have never
have let you drive.

Should have never
have let you drive.

Ah!

- No service?

- Looks like those weekends
at the Greenbriar

weren't a waste after all.

- Lydia!

Oh no, oh no.

Oh no, oh no.

Oh.

--this is
a recording from

Federal Emergency Management
Authority.

A major 7.2 magnitude earthquake
has been reported

in the Los Angeles basin.

There's a citywide blackout.

First responders are getting
to buildings as fast

as they can to access damages--

--people
are advised to shelter in place

until further notice.

This is a recording from Federal
Emergency Management Authority.

A major 7.2 magnitude earthquake
has been reported

in the Los Angeles basin.

- No.

- Ow.

Hello?

Anyone there?

This is the fire department.

Hello!

Anyone in these elevators?

I can hear you.
Can you hear me?

Can you speak?

Do you need medical assistance?

Can you tell me how
people are with you in that car?

Hello?

Are you still here?

- Lydia.

Bang on something
if you can hear me.

Can you tell me your name?

Hello?

Are you still there?

Hello!

Ma'am!

- What the fuck is happening?
- Coming as fast as we can.

Just stay calm.

- Stay calm.

Stay calm.

Stay calm.

- I can't fucking stay calm!

You--you--

This was
your rise, huh?

You think that going to Wharton

means that you get to be me?

You don't get to be me...

unless you're me.

I'm the one with the empire!

I'm the Woman of the Year.

I'm the Woman of the Year.

Not you.

I'm smarter now.

I always win.

I always win!

Hello?

Hello? Are you still there?

- What?

What time is it?

There you are.

It's Saturday night.

- Saturday--Saturday night?

I--it's been 24 hours.

I mean, I--I know I have
meetings, I need my car.

I need--where's the bathroom?

We're approaching
your building, Ma'am.

Making our way to the lobby now.

Just stay calm, we're
coming as fast as we can.

No.

- You were just--

Ma'am,
what just happened?

Can you tell me
what's happening in there?

I gotta
get out of here.

You're okay.

You're okay.

It's just--it's just--

- I'm getting out of here.

- Lydia.

- Lydia.

- I'm here! Hello!

Hello! Help!

- Lydia.

Lydia.

- Lydia.

- Lydia.

No, let go!

Celia!

Let go, let go.

Celia.