Tourist Trap Page #2

- Who lives over there?

- Well...

Nobody really.

Just Davey.

Who is Davey?

Well, Davey Crockett, who else!

You see, he and General

Custer here couldn't get along,

... so I had to separate them.

You girls mind guarding the place

while me and Jerry fix up his Jeep.

Guard it from what?

Oh, souvenir hunters.

Mr. Slausen!

- Can I use your phone?

- Oh sure, help yourself!

But it doesn't work.

I got nobody to call.

Oh if you are thinking about

wandering around outside...

I wouldn't if I were you.

- Why not?

- Well, I just wouldn't...

it's not safe at night.

We got trouble with coyotes.

Be back directly.

Something funny about that man.

He's lonely.

Likes living in the

past, that's all.

Something funny

about that house too.

I don't think Mr. Slausen wants

you fooling around out there.

Look, he's hiding something. I mean,

why else would he want us to stay away?

- Who cares?

- Aren't you curious?

- Nope.

- Well, I am.

Beside, Davey may have

a phone that works.

Eileen, don't go out there.

If I'm not back in 10

minutes inform the posse.

Hello?

Okay by me, I just assumed...

Hello?

Oh, my God.

Eileen...

Woody?

Is that you?

Woody?

Eileen...

Woody?

Woody?

Look at this!

Look at her features.

Aren't they strange?

Kind of looks like she could move.

What's the matter?

Feels like flesh.

Oh, you're right!

Must be made out of some

special rubber or something.

I don't want to

look at it anymore.

Molly, it's only a mannequin.

- Did you hear that?

- Mm hmm.

- Did you see anything?

- No.

I scared you, didn't I?

You should see your face!

It's white as a sheet.

Excuse me, Mr. Slausen.

No.

We didn't hear your truck.

That's because

Jerry took it to town.

I walked up. Hell, we

couldn't fix that Jeep of his.

Nice boy that Jerry.

Got a real head on his shoulders.

- You two are married long?

- Oh, a while.

Yeah, you be good to him, you hear.

It's real important a wife

take good care of her husband.

- You know what I'm saying?

- Yeah.

My wife was the best thing

that ever happened to me.

What a charmer she was!

She could talk the birds

right down out of the trees.

And a worker too, Molly.

A real good worker.

Man can't ask much

more than that, can he?

She could make a pot of chilly, make your

mouth water just thinking about them.

We were gonna make this

place into a real fine resort.

She wanted to

build a nice hotel...

down by the spring.

She died so young.

It was cancer that killed her.

She died in my arms.

I'm sorry.

It should have been me.

I'm sorry, I...

I get carried away sometimes.

Where is that other girl?

Oh hmm... she went outside.

I thought I told her not to.

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