All language subtitles for Creepshow.S03E03.The.Last.Tsuburaya.Ok.Ill.Bite.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-FLUX

The work of
Ishido Tsuburaya,

a contemporary of such
Meiji era horror masteries,

as Beguwa and Yoshi-Doshi.

Tsuburaya's renderings
of Japanese ghosts and monsters

made all other artists
look tame by comparison.

Oh, that's nasty.

Some say
Tsuburaya's demons

depict man's inner cruelty.
Or, perhaps his own.

Whoa, ew.

Your ancestor was not known
for being a pleasant man.

Hmm, your reaction is much like
the people of his time.

They were horrified,
but they couldn't look away.

Tsuburaya actually reveled
in their discomfort.

No kidding.

I'm assuming
you're unfamiliar with his work.

I think I'd remember
seeing that before.

And I'm supposed to be
related to this guy?

Took some research,

on the part of Mr. Duclon
and his legal team,

but they have determined that
you are the last descendant

of Ishido Tsuburaya.

And as the last descendant,

Bobby, you are heir
to an intriguing legacy.

Now the bulk
of Tsuburaya's artwork

has been carefully catalogued.

Thanks largely, to Dr. Sato,
and her team

at Tokyo's Ota Museum of Art.

However, there is one
notable exception.

This final piece,

discovered in a monastery
at the base of Mount Fuji.

Inside this crate
is the fabled last Tsuburaya.

A painting never seen by anyone,
except for the artist himself.

We consider this

a lost jewel
of Japanese culture.

We've been able
to decipher most

of this ancient text,
only recently.

And in accordance
to the artist's wishes,

on the hundredth anniversary
of his death,

the painting is to pass to
members of his surviving family.

If any.
- Me?

Recent interest in the last
Tsuburaya has been global.

Even from a certain notorious
art collector in Moscow.

- Wow.
- Bottom line,

some wealthy people will pay
handsomely for this piece.

Well, my museum is very
interested in acquiring it.

I hope we can come to terms.

This is crazy.

One second, I'm some guy

working at a Best Buy
in Fullerton, then,

suddenly, I've got
a pot of gold in front of me.

Chicken feed.

I can do much better,
then that.

Excuse me,
this is a private meeting.

Wade Cruise.

Mr. Cruise has a penchant
for absconding with artwork

the museum had hoped to acquire.

- Hello, Mai.
- Oh Gisa,

I heard you were
Mr. Cruise's newest acquisition.

I mean your paintings,
of course.

Well, you're lookin' good Mai.

I'm sorry you lost out
on the Tsuburaya.

Oh, I haven't made my offer,
yet.

Won't matter.

Whatever Wade.

Wait a minute,
the Wade Cruise,

the tech mega-billionaire?

And for today only, the genie
who's about to make your life

so much richer.

Probably want
to thank me in advance.

No, seriously.

Gonna wanna do that.

Thank...you?

You're welcome.

If you know anything about the
contemporary art scene, which,

I find unlikely.

You know the
ground-breaking artist, Gisa.

Her pieces have sold

for hundreds
of thousands of dollars until,

until I gave her a chance
to create exclusively for me.

Good deal.

The man knows what he likes.
-Yeah, well.

But let's talk about you.
- Bobby.

Sure.

Now uh, you could auction off
this precious windfall.

Watch the auctioneers
and the lawyers

gobble up chunks
of your good fortune.

But, why?
Y'know, you seem like a,

smart guy.

I mean we can,
we can handle this right now.

Cut out the middleman
and all the rewards

go to you.

Gisa, if you please.

1-1-3-3-4 dash 1-8-2-4.

Wait, that's my
bank account number.

Yes, it is.
And with one click,

20 million, poof,

magically appears
in your bank account.

And it's all yours.

- Just for this?
- One provision.

You hand over the Tsuburaya,
sight unseen.

Still in the crate.

- I don't get to see it?
- Not a peek.

Deal?

It belongs in a museum,
for all to see it.

Well that's,
that's certainly,

certainly an option,
Mai.

I'm sure your museum could
scrape together enough to make

old Bobby here
a decent profit.

If it's a painting
the people want to see.

- What do you mean?
- Tsuburaya was

renowned for the vivid monsters
he captured on canvas.

Collectors have paid fortunes
to own them.

Kappa, of Kappa-Buchi Pool,
sold to a Russian investor

in 2018 for uh,
9, 9.3 millio- 9.3 million.

- Cool.

- But what you didn't know
is that Tsuburaya was also

renowned for painting
butterflies, trees,

and glorious landscapes.
Now, lovely.

But worthless to the
hardcore Tsuburaya fan base.

Now, what you got here
could be

a bloodcurdling demon,
hello early retirement,

or a
pagoda at sunset,

$100 tax write-off
from Dr. Sato's museum.

Yeah, it's a,
oof, it's a crap-shoot.

Right?

The only sure way you win

is to sell to Wade.

Fine.
Good luck findin' someone else

to give you 10 million
for your mystery box.

- Didn't you say 20 million?

- Ask me again,
and it's five.

I know the good doctor's museum
couldn't come close to that sum.

Last chance, Best Buy.

- Yes, yes take it.

- Domo arigato.
It's Japanese for thank you.

- Oh, go to hell.
- Aw, come on, Mai.

No hard feelings.
Yeah?

You know, I uh, I'm having a
private unveiling tonight,

and I would

very much like
for you to attend.

You know, first and only chance
for you to see the Tsuburaya

before I,
lock her away, huh?

Think about it.

Pleasure's been all yours.

-See ya tonight, Mai.

- Quiet, please! Shh!

The master's work,
revealed.

Please.

Private moment.

Magnificent.
The power.

The daring.

The ultimate fusion
of passion and of nightmare.

Without question.

Tsuburaya's masterpiece,
the world has never,

ever, seen...
its like before.

-Nor will it ever again.

- What have you done?

- Uh, blow torch.

- It's irreplaceable.
- That's kinda the point.

- I've waited my entire life
to see the final Tsuburaya.

- Well, you uh,
you missed a good one.

Um, I think...

Yeah, I-I think you can
still see just a little bit

of the foot there, or,
maybe that's not a foot.

- But why?
- To have an experience,

only I can buy.

To be the one and only person

to ever see the last Tsuburaya.

It now exists in the most
exclusive gallery of all...

my mind.

- You know, for all your money,

for all the good
that you can do,

how sad is it that you find
joy through destruction, huh?

- Well.

- Your inhumanity rivals that
of Tsuburaya himself.

- Well, I had a great time.

Thank you for comin'.
Now, if you'll excuse me.

All right people,
time to leave, let's go.

Let's go, party's over.
Thanks for coming.

You guys were all wonderful,
thank you so much.

Had a really great time.
Thank you, thank you.

Thank you, door's that way.

- That's some patron you have.

Can't wait to see your face,

when he starts burning
your artwork.

- M'lady.

Get outta here.

Oh, so good.

The look
on those slack-jawed faces

were worth more
than that painting.

Yea-almost,
almost.

Woo, feel alive!

- You had to do it again,
didn't you?

Buy something unique to destroy,

just so no one else
could have it?

- Always.

So, what's the masterpiece
tonight?

- I'm trying to recreate
the Tsuburaya

based on your vague description.

Good luck with that one.

- Did I ever tell you,
about my first sale?

- Thrill me.

- I was three, it was
a drawing of a cat.

My dad liked it and so,
he bought it for a quarter.

Up until then, I doubt
he even knew he had a daughter.

Hard to be seen in a family of,
four loud, older brothers.

- Only child, can't relate.

- I grew up believing
that no one saw me unless

I created something they valued.
- Hmm.

- What happened to you?

- Well, folks gave me
whatever I wanted,

and when they died,
I got their fortune.

And then,
then something funny happened.

I realized
that simply buying things

because of their money
left me feeling empty.

You know?
No joy, no thrill.

So I could buy
whatever I wanted, big deal.

- Poor baby.
- I know, right?

And then it hit me.

It was so clear.

And so simple.

I was looking, I was looking
for this rare vase.

Found one, valued at 300k.

The owner was grateful
to sell, as...

his daughter needed a new heart
or some shit.

And that was the moment,

I discovered
the true pleasure of money.

I declined the sale,
and the look of,

of desperation on his face
was a revelation.

The pain in his eyes,

that his daughter might die
because of my money,

was like,
fucking crack to me.

- You're a monster.

- I go back with 100k and he

snaps at it,
anything to give the doctor.

There's a good ending to it.

Six months later,
I sell that exact vase,

at an auction, for 1.3 million.

- What happened
to the little girl?

- Not my worry.

- I'm done listening.

- Well, you weren't saying that
when I became your patron.

Huh?

Lot more enriching,

than a quarter from daddy.

Hmm,

had more scales than that.

Maybe.

And uh, he had two horns.

Or did he?

Oh, what a night.

- Yeah, to Tsuburaya.

And our eternal bond.

- Aah.

- No, no.

- Hey, what happened?

- Uh, I...

Louis the XIII.

It's got a,
a hell of a kick.

- Mop it up,
and pour yourself into bed.

- Oh, Wade, Wade, Wade.

- Hey did...

Did you see something?

-No.

The storm's gotten louder.

I've been reading up
on Tsuburaya.

You two
would've been best buds.

His imagery displayed

a deep disdain and contempt
for humanity too.

- Huh, sounds like my kinda guy.

Well,
good night.

- Aah!

-Wade?

What happened?

Wade.

What are you doing?
Where are you going?

Wade,
Wade!

What's going on?

- There's something here.

In the penthouse.

- What?

- The creature
from the painting.

I saw it.

- Have to take your word
for that.

- It's here.
It's here!

- Mm-hmm, I know exactly
what this is.

The guilt
from burning the painting.

The guilt from all
the terrible things

that you've done
has finally built up.

- Guilt is for losers.

- It's called being human!

- Well, then being human
is overrated!

- I'm sleeping,
at my place tonight.

Maybe, every night.

- Really, really?
Your place?

You mean my place?

Cause I'm the one
that paid for it.

- Ah, what are you gonna do?

Send your monster over
to evict me?

Don't bother.

I'll find some place to go.

- Hey, what are you doin' here?

- You, you fucked me over
with that painting.

- Why?
Why, you got what you wanted.

Oh, what, it turned out
to be Lotus blossoms?

- No, it-t-there's
something wrong with it.

You did something to it.

- Fuck you, get the hell
outta my office.

- What no, listen, you have to
do something, please.

- Oh, I will.

I'm callin' security.

- It's alive,
I saw it.

- Get him outta here.

- Wait, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no.

No hol-hold, wait hold on.
I c-can hurt it.

I can kill it.
Wait.

- Come on out.

- I'm ready for you.
Hi-yaa, hi-yaa.

Huh, you afraid
of a little sword?

You know what that is?

First thing tomorrow,
you fucked-up freak...

..we're visiting the
taxidermist.

Your ugly carcass
is hangin' over my f-

fireplace...

What is this?

- You've released me.
- Tsuburaya?

- On my death, my hatred

trapped me between worlds.

Becoming the image of my most
monstrous creation.

Imprisoned,
until you released me.

My curse is broken.

Now, yours begins.

- Son of a bitch.

- What?

- How ya doin', darlin'?

Here ya go.

What am I gonna call you?

What's the right name
for somethin' as special as you?

-Okay Strick.

It's time.

- Yes, boss.

Dropped my book.

Mr. Elmer Strick,

since you have declined
to have anyone present

to speak on your behalf,

do you have anything
you would like to say?

- No.
What I did was wrong.

In the eyes of the law, that is.

- You were
a licensed pharmacist.

You had the knowledge
and understanding that

the right combination of drugs
would lead to death,

did you not?

- I knew what I was doing.
- Out of some,

fanciful conviction
that it was merciful?

- There was no other way.

I just couldn't
watch her suffer anymore.

- A-apparently,
you have been a model prisoner,

here, Mr. Strick.

And ordinarily, this board
would be sympathetic

to an appeal for parole,
however,

it has come to our attention
that after a confrontation

with another inmate
named Frank Kowalski,

you contaminated his medication
causing a life-threatening

episode of increased heart rate
and drop in blood pressure?

- What?

No, I never had any beef
with Polish Frank.

There must be some-
- I have here a signed affidavit

from corrections officer
Butcher "Bunk" Dill,

stating that you, Mr. Strick,
said you were, quote,

"Gonna get even
with Polish Frank",

right after said confrontation.

You had motive and opportunity,

since you work
in the prison clinic,

where medications are dispensed.

I'm sorry Mr. Strick,
but given this new information,

parole is declined.

-Open up cell block C,
main door.

- What kind of mama's boy,

does such a thing anyway,
Strick?

You some kind of
deranged prevert?

Get in there.

Never woulda done something
like that to my Ma.

Even though she was nothin'

but a drunk whore,
who beat me all the time.

Hey, spider boy.

Thought you were just gonna
skate outta here, huh.

- Hey, shut your hole, Frank.

- Oh my god, no.
What did they do?

Are you okay, my darling?

What have they done to you?

- We didn't find nothin', boss.

Except the stupid pets.

-Oh, my darlings,
look at you.

- Get over here.
Okay, Strick,

I'm sick and tired
of your excuses.

Where is it?

- I told you, Boss.

You're gonna have to wait
a little longer.

- Listen here, Strick,

you're the only one
in this god-forsaken place

who can make opium
from that shit.

Those animals in the yard
are gettin' twitchy.

Makes me nervous
when they get twitchy.

- We can't keep enough supply
on the shelves as it is,

let alone do a cook.

- I really don't give a shit.
- End of the week, Boss.

Dr. Carnaby says he's getting
his shipment in tomorrow.

He leaves early on Fridays.

I'll start a cook
as soon as he does.

- You better,
if you know what's good for you.

Remember what happened
last time you were late?

You piece of crap.
Get out of here, let's go.

- Is everyone okay in here?

Sorry for the upset.

Yeah, hope they didn't
frighten you too much.

Those boys have
no respect for nature.

- Don't those things
creep you out, Elmer?

- Spiders don't bite unless
they're threatened, Willis.

Did you know, that there are
over 25 million tons

of spiders in the world, Willis?

- Yeah well, my old lady,
probably say that,

at least a ton of them
in our barn.

Always after me
to get the pest guy out.

- Oh, you shouldn't do that,
Willis.

Spiders are essential workers.

They consume over 800 tons
of prey each year.

They've survived
every extinction event

since time began.

And they're intelligent too,
did you know that?

- Yeah well, never really
gave it much thought, Elmer.

- This one's a lover,
not a fighter.

Aint you, Min?

I named him Min, after
the Egyptian god of fertility.

They worshipped spiders,
the ancient Egyptians did.

Believed they possessed
the means for eternal life.

These are Min's harem.

I call that one Grace,
because of her delicate web.

This one next to her,
I call Azrael,

after the Hebrew angel of death.

And then there's Izunami,

after the Japanese
goddess of the underworld.

And Hecate, the goddess
of witchcraft and magic.

- Are they poisonous?

- Only if you're their prey.

I've been collecting spiders
since I was a boy, Willis.

They were the only friends
I had, growing up.

I've always been
fascinated by them.

I've written
several articles about them,

for the arachnophile annual.

I'm kind of a celebrity
in that world.

I know everything,
about how they hunt,

how they mate,
how they kill.

Their venom contains
thousands of peptides

that paralyze and disable
their prey.

I was researching
a way to produce

super concentrated venom,

which I could synthesize
to relieve someone's pain.

Unfortunately,
I ran out of time.

- Well, I heard about
the parole hearin',

I'm sorry, Elmer.
Listen, I'm not blind.

Now, I know
you're not like

the rest of the guys
in here, Elmer.

Okay, life can be rough
for someone like you.

- Let's just say,
I'm painfully aware, Willis.

- You'd let me know,
if there was uh,

if there was anything hinky
goin' on, right?

- Of course.

- All right, yep, I almost,
I almost forgot,

mailroom said this
came for you today.

- Mail?

- Yeah,
watch your back, Elmer.

- Eyes wide open, boss.

-Dear Mr. Strick,

I have admired your work
for some time.

The ancients would have been

most impressed
with your research.

I found the enclosed
in an old library

in Cairo, Egypt.

I hope it's what
you've been looking for.

- Open the road,
no, wait.

Path, yes, path not road.

Open the path,

oh great majestic,

with your wondrous...
Wondrous? No, no, no.

Precious, yes precious,
not wondrous.

With your precious nature.

Goodness,
I've forgotten, haven't I.

Apologies, my little friend.

Don't slide on the parchment.

Okay everyone,

supper time, nice and fresh.

Collected from the yard,
just this morning.

There you are.

Yes.
Ah, yes.

For you, my friend.

And for you, my darlin',
something special.

In you go.

- I've got it.

- Sakhmet.
That's who you are.

Sakhmet, mistress of dread,
she whom none can escape.

That's your name.

Come to me, oh great majestic,

fill me with
your precious nature.

Transform my soul.

- Oh, it won't be long now.

-We're sorry,
Mr. Strick,

there's nothing we can do.

The cancer has spread throughout
your mother's entire body.

- Stopped on the way home
from work.

Look, your favorites.
Gardenias, roses.

You know how much I love you,
don't you, Mom?

You're the smartest,

most beautiful woman,
I've ever seen.

You are, still.

It's the light inside you, Mom.

Your body's failed you,
but your spirit still shines.

I'm gonna take away your pain.
Okay, Mom?

I know it's uh,
how you want to go.

It's time to end the suffering.

I'm gonna set your spirit free.
Okay?

-Hey Strick.

- How did you get in here?

- It's good to have friends
in high places.

The dispensary got more supply
this morning.

Your supervisor, Dr. Carnaby,
he told us himself.

Bunk thinks you're playin' him.

Do a little distributing
on your own, huh?

Tryin' to make
a little side cash?

- I told Officer Dill,
end of the week.

You have to have patience.

- I am so tired,

of being fuckin' patient
with you.

So, Dill sent me here
to give you a little incentive.

Stay focused.

- You got 24 hours.

- You cryin'?

They're just fuckin' bugs.
You shouldn't be allowed

to have shit like that,
in here anyway.

Bullet, hold him tight.
I'ma go do the rest of them.

These things give me the creeps.

They're all...

fat and hairy.

Jesus,
they stink.

- Stop, don't!

Fuck...

Fuck, I think
it fucking blinded me.

The damn thing blinded me.

-Hey, what's goin on
over there?

What in the glorious fuck
is going on here?

One of his spiders bit me, boss.

God damn thing grab me
right in the eye.

I'm fuckin' blind, Strick.

- He was gonna kill her,
she was just defending herself.

He had no right.
- You got no right.

You got no right to have
them god damn things in here.

They're poisonous.

- What in the hell
is goin' on in here?

- One of Strick's
god damned spiders got loose.

Bit Polish Frank in the eye
while he was sleepin'.

I came upon the scene
and ordered Strick

to tell me what happened.

- That's a lie.
He tried to kill them all.

For no reason.
They're just innocent spiders.

They wouldn't hurt anyone.
- Oh yeah?

Well, I'm here to tell ya.

- This man needs to get
to the infirmary, right away.

- Let's go.
Come on.

Keep your fuckin' mouth shut
or I'll blind the other eye.

That goes for you too, asshole.

- Fuck off.

- Everybody, shut the fuck up.

- You didn't die in vain, Min.

They'll find out.

They'll find out.

- You wanna tell me what really
just went down in here, Elmer?

- I told you, boss.

Bullet and Polish Frank,
wanted to kill my spiders.

I tried to fight them off.

- Okay, come on, let's go
get that finger bandaged up.

- I'm sorry to have to say it,

but I think we've indulged
your hobby long enough, Elmer.

I'm convinced
after last night's episode,

morale has been,
adversely affected.

I have no choice.

Tomorrow, first thing,

cell block C is to be evacuated
until the pest control company

can complete
their fumigation services.

Move the inmates
to A and D block,

where they can
double and triple up if need be,

until I deem it safe to return.
Is that understood?

- Sir, A and D block

are dangerously overcrowded
as it is.

- Would you prefer

poisonous spiders
roamin' C block instead?

Officer Willis?

I'm sorry Elmer.

- If there's anything left,
after they get done

gassin' the joint,
I'll make you

get down on your knees
and eat what's left.

Spider boy.

- Is everyone all right
in there?

Look, we don't have much time,
they're coming for you tomorrow.

I won't let them hurt you,
I promise.

But we're gonna
have to act fast.

Come to me, oh great majestic.

Fill me
with your precious nature.

Transform my soul.

Open the path
to my resurrection.

Open the path
to my perfection.

Hail to thee, oh great majestic.

Come to me and consume my soul.

- Hail to thee, oh great
majestic.

Come to me and consume my soul.

Hail to thee, oh great majestic.

Come to me

and consume my soul.

Aah-

- Strick, you little shit.

It's just you and me, now.

I'm gonna remind you
who runs the show around here.

And you're gonna get down
on those boney knees of yours

and let me do it
for as long as I want.

What in the shit?

Where the hell is he?

What the...

Are you frigging kiddin' me?
Shit.

- What's goin' on?

- Oh my.
Oh, my god.

No! No!

No, get back!
Stop! Stop!

I don't want it, no Ma, Ma,
don't do it.

Leave me alone!

- Oh my god,
oh my god.

- Look like something literally,
sucked his insides out.

- Where's Elmer?

- No sign of him.