Creepshow (2019–…): Season 3, Episode 6 - Drug Traffic/A Dead Girl Named Sue - full transcript
A young girl and her mother must cross the border to access life-saving medication. But when they get detained and can't access her medicine, the symptoms are much more distressing than the guards originally thought they'd be. When the dead rise from their graves, it's every man for himself - and the local townsfolk have some justice that they'd like to serve.
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.
My daughter
needs her medication to survive.
We can't afford it here.
I love this country,
but we need to see some change.
- I'm House Representative
Evan Miller,
and I approve this message.
- Jeez.
All right, come on!
Let's get everything
set up out front.
Over here!
Well, shit.
It's gonna be a whole
goddamn thing, isn't it?
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.
- Thank you.
It's very kind, thank you.
- 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...
Is a clear sign
that our system
is corrupt and broken.
- Mai.
And it's time for
our government to wake...
- This might do the trick, okay?
It should settle your stomach.
Now, my team's been
telling me that the video
that we made...
That's better, isn't it?
Which means, right now...
- She's okay.
She just needs to eat.
About the importance of access
to low-cost prescription
medication.
- Yeah, let's take that
enthusiasm all the way
to Washington!
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.
- How are you doing, there?
We're almost home.
We're almost home.
Good to be back?
Almost.
Excuse me, 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.
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.
- 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?
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?
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.
- '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?
I saw that, Miss.
Hand it over, see what you got.
Do you know what's in this?
- 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, head on
through the passport check
and I'll talk to your mommy
a little bit, okay?
- There you go.
I need to look into
your purse there, please.
Thank you.
Anything sharp or dangerous?
Excuse me?
Sorry, what? No.
Kay.
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.
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.
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...
Won't be long, then...
Then y'all be on your way.
This way, please.
That's it, this way.
Here you go, right in here.
There you go.
- Okay, guys, let's do this.
This is lovely.
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.
- 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?
Hey.
- Come with me.
Come on, come on, come on.
- There you go.
- I really need to get
back to my daughter.
Well, the quicker
we get this done, the better.
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.
- No?
- I need to leave now!
My daughter just
threw up her medication.
If she doesn't take
the pills, then...
- Are you holding this
woman against her will?
See what I gotta put up with?
Be right back.
Jonah...
Down here.
Okay, get this again.
- 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.
- Aah!
All right, ma'am,
I think you've filmed
quite enough.
- 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.
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.
You had a
potential drug trafficker
- on your official campaign bus...
- A drug trafficker?
With a quantity of
drugs that far exceeds legal...
Hurry!
- 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.
- 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.
- I saw nothing?
- Ma'am, please! Please!
- I know what I saw, sir.
- Ma'am, Miss, please...
- Sit down, sit down.
- Calm down, calm down.
We're gonna get to
the bottom of this.
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?
And there it is!
Miss, you get
that video back to town
and you auction it off to
the highest bidder and get rich.
Wait a second.
You son of a bitch,
you set me up!
You can go, ma'am.
Thank you for the extra
few minutes of your time.
- Whoa!
Hey!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey! Hey, hey, hey.
Give me my firearm.
Give me the key.
- Don't be difficult.
You're safer in here.
Now, hand over the gun.
Miss.
- No! Damn, woman!
What the hell?
- Mai!
- 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!
Let me go!
- I'm sorry.
I can't do that.
- No!
No!
Whoa.
Sir?
- My god.
- What happened?
They were butchered!
Christ almighty.
I'm sorry, sir.
Come on.
- No, no, no...
- Come on, pull
yourself together, man!
Buck up!
Okay. Okay.
- They're dead.
They're all dead.
Watch your... watch your step.
Okay.
This is not good.
- Sweetheart?
Are you okay?
- Come on, come on, come on!
Stay put, Congressman.
I'll take care of this.
- Miss? You okay in there?
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?
Whoa!
Doggone it!
- Officer!
- I found something!
- Fine.
Okay, ma'am. It's okay.
Get it, get it, get it.
The mother wants the body.
I don't see any choice.
That thing needs
to be destroyed.
- Where is that coming from?
- We got your goddamn body!
Sweetheart! Thank god.
- No, no, no!
It's not her fault!
She just needed her medicine!
And now it's too late.
No, no, no.
No, please!
You're killing her!
- I got it.
I gotta put this little
one out of her misery.
I'm sorry.
- It's the only way.
- I'm sorry, sweetheart.
I'm sorry, Mai.
I'm so sorry.
All quiet.
Mission accomplished, I guess.
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.
- You know what?
- There's a lesson here somewhere.
I mean, fucking
immigrants, right?
- You racist piece of shit!
- What the hell?
Is that the first thing
that comes to your mind?
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?
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?
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.
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.
- Howdy, boys.
I have...
- Joe?
- We're headed out
to Ridgeway House, Evan.
We're going for Cliven.
Boys, 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.
- 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.
- 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?
Ain't no law no more, Chief.
Don't you get it?
- 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!
- Fuckin' last thing I wanna
be doing tonight, Cliven,
is saving your dumb ass.
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.
- Chief?
- Medical examination
of victims' bodies
shows conclusively...
Tommy says he saw Cliven's GTO
when he was on patrol
about 10 minutes ago
parked outside
the old wire factory.
- Shit!
- The hell you doin' all
the way out here, Cliven?
My god...
Edda.
- This is Police Chief Foster.
Whoever that is better
step into the light now
and keep your hands where
I can see 'em!
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.
Not that again.
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.
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.
Your town?
This ain't your town.
This is my daddy's town.
Last I checked, a mayor's
more important than a,
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.
I feel so safe.
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.
- Look at that.
Whole town...
- Shut up!
I'm feeling like a celebrity.
Everybody's lookin'
for ol' Cliven.
- I got a bad
feeling about this.
- Cliven!
Well, it looks like
I'm the one saving you from
the mob tonight, Chief.
A little thank
you would be nice.
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?
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!
- 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.
So that's what this is?
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?
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.
- 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?
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?
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!
I'm Chief Foster!
I think I'm big and bad!
I got a badge and a gun.
I'm the law!
Fuckin' shit!
What is this?
Hey, what is it?
Hey!
Fuck are you doing?
- Evening, Chief.
- Good evening, Chief.
- Hi, boys.
- What you got?
Got me an idea.
What's your idea?
- It's a little unsavory, but...
- What the fuck is he...
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.
Shouldn't take you that long.
- I'll tell the others.
- That son of a bitch.
That son of a bitch.
God.
Fuck! Fuck!
- 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!
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.
However, reports persisted.
Medical examinations of some of
the victims bore out the fact
that they had been
partially devoured.
- At least buy me a
drink first, sweetheart.
Sweetheart.
Is that what you called Joe
Donovan's daughter, Cliven?
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,
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!
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?
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.
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.
- What?
Cassius-fucken-Clay.
- The hell are you
all doing here?
- They're, um,
interested parties.
- Interested?
Okay.
I see what we got here.
You're rounding up everyone
who ever held a grudge against
old Cliven Ridgeway?
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, 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!
- 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.
You mean... you mean she...
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!
Aah!
Come on!
- 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.
Come on!
- Then I saw something
tonight, something... worse.
- What was it?
What did you see?
This.
No. No.
No, no, no, no. No.
No.
God, no. No.
Aah! Aah! Aah!
- Foster! No!
- No!
Aah! Aah!
God! God!
Aah! Aah! Aah!
God, god.
My god!
- 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.
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.
My daughter
needs her medication to survive.
We can't afford it here.
I love this country,
but we need to see some change.
- I'm House Representative
Evan Miller,
and I approve this message.
- Jeez.
All right, come on!
Let's get everything
set up out front.
Over here!
Well, shit.
It's gonna be a whole
goddamn thing, isn't it?
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.
- Thank you.
It's very kind, thank you.
- 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...
Is a clear sign
that our system
is corrupt and broken.
- Mai.
And it's time for
our government to wake...
- This might do the trick, okay?
It should settle your stomach.
Now, my team's been
telling me that the video
that we made...
That's better, isn't it?
Which means, right now...
- She's okay.
She just needs to eat.
About the importance of access
to low-cost prescription
medication.
- Yeah, let's take that
enthusiasm all the way
to Washington!
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.
- How are you doing, there?
We're almost home.
We're almost home.
Good to be back?
Almost.
Excuse me, 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.
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.
- 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?
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?
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.
- '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?
I saw that, Miss.
Hand it over, see what you got.
Do you know what's in this?
- 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, head on
through the passport check
and I'll talk to your mommy
a little bit, okay?
- There you go.
I need to look into
your purse there, please.
Thank you.
Anything sharp or dangerous?
Excuse me?
Sorry, what? No.
Kay.
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.
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.
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...
Won't be long, then...
Then y'all be on your way.
This way, please.
That's it, this way.
Here you go, right in here.
There you go.
- Okay, guys, let's do this.
This is lovely.
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.
- 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?
Hey.
- Come with me.
Come on, come on, come on.
- There you go.
- I really need to get
back to my daughter.
Well, the quicker
we get this done, the better.
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.
- No?
- I need to leave now!
My daughter just
threw up her medication.
If she doesn't take
the pills, then...
- Are you holding this
woman against her will?
See what I gotta put up with?
Be right back.
Jonah...
Down here.
Okay, get this again.
- 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.
- Aah!
All right, ma'am,
I think you've filmed
quite enough.
- 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.
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.
You had a
potential drug trafficker
- on your official campaign bus...
- A drug trafficker?
With a quantity of
drugs that far exceeds legal...
Hurry!
- 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.
- 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.
- I saw nothing?
- Ma'am, please! Please!
- I know what I saw, sir.
- Ma'am, Miss, please...
- Sit down, sit down.
- Calm down, calm down.
We're gonna get to
the bottom of this.
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?
And there it is!
Miss, you get
that video back to town
and you auction it off to
the highest bidder and get rich.
Wait a second.
You son of a bitch,
you set me up!
You can go, ma'am.
Thank you for the extra
few minutes of your time.
- Whoa!
Hey!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey! Hey, hey, hey.
Give me my firearm.
Give me the key.
- Don't be difficult.
You're safer in here.
Now, hand over the gun.
Miss.
- No! Damn, woman!
What the hell?
- Mai!
- 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!
Let me go!
- I'm sorry.
I can't do that.
- No!
No!
Whoa.
Sir?
- My god.
- What happened?
They were butchered!
Christ almighty.
I'm sorry, sir.
Come on.
- No, no, no...
- Come on, pull
yourself together, man!
Buck up!
Okay. Okay.
- They're dead.
They're all dead.
Watch your... watch your step.
Okay.
This is not good.
- Sweetheart?
Are you okay?
- Come on, come on, come on!
Stay put, Congressman.
I'll take care of this.
- Miss? You okay in there?
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?
Whoa!
Doggone it!
- Officer!
- I found something!
- Fine.
Okay, ma'am. It's okay.
Get it, get it, get it.
The mother wants the body.
I don't see any choice.
That thing needs
to be destroyed.
- Where is that coming from?
- We got your goddamn body!
Sweetheart! Thank god.
- No, no, no!
It's not her fault!
She just needed her medicine!
And now it's too late.
No, no, no.
No, please!
You're killing her!
- I got it.
I gotta put this little
one out of her misery.
I'm sorry.
- It's the only way.
- I'm sorry, sweetheart.
I'm sorry, Mai.
I'm so sorry.
All quiet.
Mission accomplished, I guess.
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.
- You know what?
- There's a lesson here somewhere.
I mean, fucking
immigrants, right?
- You racist piece of shit!
- What the hell?
Is that the first thing
that comes to your mind?
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?
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?
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.
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.
- Howdy, boys.
I have...
- Joe?
- We're headed out
to Ridgeway House, Evan.
We're going for Cliven.
Boys, 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.
- 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.
- 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?
Ain't no law no more, Chief.
Don't you get it?
- 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!
- Fuckin' last thing I wanna
be doing tonight, Cliven,
is saving your dumb ass.
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.
- Chief?
- Medical examination
of victims' bodies
shows conclusively...
Tommy says he saw Cliven's GTO
when he was on patrol
about 10 minutes ago
parked outside
the old wire factory.
- Shit!
- The hell you doin' all
the way out here, Cliven?
My god...
Edda.
- This is Police Chief Foster.
Whoever that is better
step into the light now
and keep your hands where
I can see 'em!
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.
Not that again.
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.
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.
Your town?
This ain't your town.
This is my daddy's town.
Last I checked, a mayor's
more important than a,
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.
I feel so safe.
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.
- Look at that.
Whole town...
- Shut up!
I'm feeling like a celebrity.
Everybody's lookin'
for ol' Cliven.
- I got a bad
feeling about this.
- Cliven!
Well, it looks like
I'm the one saving you from
the mob tonight, Chief.
A little thank
you would be nice.
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?
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!
- 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.
So that's what this is?
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?
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.
- 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?
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?
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!
I'm Chief Foster!
I think I'm big and bad!
I got a badge and a gun.
I'm the law!
Fuckin' shit!
What is this?
Hey, what is it?
Hey!
Fuck are you doing?
- Evening, Chief.
- Good evening, Chief.
- Hi, boys.
- What you got?
Got me an idea.
What's your idea?
- It's a little unsavory, but...
- What the fuck is he...
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.
Shouldn't take you that long.
- I'll tell the others.
- That son of a bitch.
That son of a bitch.
God.
Fuck! Fuck!
- 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!
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.
However, reports persisted.
Medical examinations of some of
the victims bore out the fact
that they had been
partially devoured.
- At least buy me a
drink first, sweetheart.
Sweetheart.
Is that what you called Joe
Donovan's daughter, Cliven?
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,
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!
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?
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.
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.
- What?
Cassius-fucken-Clay.
- The hell are you
all doing here?
- They're, um,
interested parties.
- Interested?
Okay.
I see what we got here.
You're rounding up everyone
who ever held a grudge against
old Cliven Ridgeway?
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, 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!
- 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.
You mean... you mean she...
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!
Aah!
Come on!
- 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.
Come on!
- Then I saw something
tonight, something... worse.
- What was it?
What did you see?
This.
No. No.
No, no, no, no. No.
No.
God, no. No.
Aah! Aah! Aah!
- Foster! No!
- No!
Aah! Aah!
God! God!
Aah! Aah! Aah!
God, god.
My god!
- 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.