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I need you to go in this closet.

Then I'll tell you everything.

What the fuck was that?

That was 1960.

Al, why did you show this to me?

I need you to prevent the assassination

of John F. Kennedy.

Never gotten an A-plus before.

Listen, you love Harry.

I love Harry. We all love Harry.

If you do something that
really fucks with the past,

the past fucks with you.

- My son!
- Sir, you shouldn't be here.

I can't do this.

We have a chance here to
change people's lives.

The day that changed my
life was Halloween night.

It was 1960.

I lived in Holden, Kentucky.

It was the night my father
murdered my mom, brother,

and my sister.

Hey, mister, are you lost?

How far is Holden?

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Where are you going, Harry?

Come on, Harry, don't be like that.

We love you!

Come on, Harry!

Get back here.

Where you going, Harry Fairy?

Do it, Randy. Do the thing.

- Yeah, Randy.
- Oh, yeah?

All right, hold still, Harry.

Open up.

Grab his pants.

Come on.

Go get it, dumb ass.

Oh, there they go.

See you around, Harry Fairy.

Oh, Jesus Christ on a crutch, Harry.

I did what you said.

I went through the woods,
but they knew somehow.

You're gonna have to learn
how to defend yourself.

I thought Frank would've
taught you that by now.

Can I have the shorts, please?

I don't know if I'm doing you any favors

by letting you stash them here.

I got to get to school.

All right, just hold your horses.

Thanks.

Bye.

Seems like a nice kid.

Yeah.

Anything else?

Um, actually I'm... I'm
looking for a place to stay.

Well, Lexington's about an hour.

They got a lot of nice motels,
Holiday Inn, Howard Johnson.

Actually maybe a place in Holden.

Nobody stays here.

Smell from the plant's
enough to keep most folks

from even stopping for gas.

Well, I just have a little business

that I need to do before I go back east,

so if you know of anything...

All right.

Right.

Thank you.

Um...

You maybe could try the Prices,

Edna and Arliss over on Fulton.

They rent a room usually to
fellows with wife problems.

They're good Christians.

Great, love Christians.

A writer?

Yes, I'm actually working on
a book about the common man.

Have you read "Let Us
Now Praise Famous Men"

by James Agee?

Are you a communist, Mr. Amberson?

What? No.

Aren't most writers communists?

I don't know; I certainly am not.

Because we are Baptists,

so I prefer reading the
"Saturday Evening Post,"

and Arliss is partial
to "Field and Stream."

Those are both wonderful publications.

How long would you need the room?

I'll be leaving on the first.

Three nights.

I would have to charge
you the full-week rate.

That's okay.

You understand you are in our home,

so there are certain rules.

Is it necessary that I
spell them out for you?

No, I think I get it.

Well, just for my own peace of mind,

no girls or food upstairs.

Crystal clear.

Fine, $3.

Okay.

In advance.

It wasn't a day but a night.

The night that changed my life.

It was the night my
father murdered my mother

and my brother and hurt me... bad.

He hurt my sister too,

so bad she went into a coma.

In two months, she died
without waking up.

Her name was Ellen, and
I loved her very much.

We all loved Ellen. She was only seven,

but she was a real Lucille Ball.

Harry!

She could make anybody
laugh, even my father.

If he was sober, that is.

When he was drunk, he was always mad.

Harry!

When he was drunk.

Drunk.

Hey.

Day after tomorrow, you gonna
have many trick-or-treaters?

Ah, a few.

Well, I might go see the sights.

Uh-huh.

Do you know if there's a, um, like a...

Sammy's Town House is
what you're looking for,

out on the Dixie Highway.

Sammy's, got it.

Word of warning, friend.

Edna's not to be trifled with.

Got it.

Evening.

What can I get you?

Uh... beer on tap?

Falstaff in a bottle.

That'll work.

Quiet night.

We're just getting started.

Oh, ah...

35.

Um, do you happen to know a guy

named Frank Dunning?

Who are you?

Oh, I'm Jake Amberson.

What are you doing in Holden?

Oh, just writing a book.

About Frank Dunning?

No, no, no, no, I was
just told to look him up

if I was ever passing through.

Did I say something wrong?

If you want a table, you better get one.

Plant's about to let out.

All right.

Keep the change, huh?

Come on, boys!

No hard feelings, Dickie.

Billy boy, Billy boy, set 'em up, man.

Hit me, and beers are on
Dickie tonight, okay?

Yeah, I'm starting a tab.

You can't run a tab. I
don't own this dump.

Don't make me come around there, Billy.

- Don't call me Billy.
- All right, fine.

- Well, well, Billy, you don't...
- I warned you!

Don't you come around here.

Well, he's on his way around now.

Stay behind the bar. You
stay behind the bar.

- Hey, hey! All right!
- Come on, Billy!

- What are you having?
- Give me a Fallstaff.

- No, I'll...
- Just take it easy, man.

- There you go.
- Thank you, Dickie.

It's not a big deal.

- See, I got what I need now.
- There you go.

- Here's one for you.
- 35 on the go.

- Got ya.
- 35 double.

- Don't be an asshole, Dickie.
- Hey.

- Come on.
- You're still here?

Hey, Frank, drinks on me.

All right then, make
it a double bourbon.

Don't you spare the horses.

How you doing, my man?

- You guys good?
- Yeah.

How is it over there?

You got a friend, Frank,
someone says he knows you.

Who?

Jake Henderson. He's a writer.

How about a round for all my friends?

Especially our new friend
over here, Jake Henderson.

Frank Dunning, Dunning Butchers.

Hi, uh, Amberson. Jake Amberson.

Oh, hell, did I say Henderson?

God damn it, Bill gets everything wrong.

I'm sorry about that. This
here is Calvin and Dickie.

Pleased to meet you.

So Bill tells me you're a writer,

which means you're
probably an astronaut.

No, he... he got that one right.

Ah, well, even a broken clock
is right twice a day, huh?

Sure.

I don't get that.

You don't... he doesn't get it.

Yeah, see, this is the kind of shit

that I get to deal with here in Holden,

so maybe you could help a brother out.

Bring in a little light
from the outside world,

because I sure as hell need it.

Yeah, I can try.

That's the spirit, Jakey.

- Cheers, boys, cheers.
- Yeah.

- Cheers, cheers, cheers.
- Pleasure to meet you, Jake.

"How, looking thus into your eyes

"and seeing thus, how
each of you is a creature

"that never in all time existed before

and which will never in
all time exist again..."

- Preach it, brother.
- "How am I to speak of thee

"as tenants, farmers,

"representatives of your class,

"social integers in a criminal economy,

"or as fathers, wives, sons,

"daughters, individuals, as my friends

and as I know thee?"

Uh...

You sure are full of shit.

- That is... you're full of shit.
- That's Agee.

That's James Agee.

He knew what it was like to be a man.

He knew what made us great.

He saw guys like you.

You know, the little guys at the bottom,

struggling in the dirt,
because that's...

That's where the real stuff of life is.

Yeah, well, maybe you want
to tell my wife that.

Yeah, or you can tell Frank's wife that,

'cause he is the one
sleeping on my couch.

Not for long.

Yeah, Frank, I know it's hard, you know?

I'm divorced myself.

Yeah, I'm not divorced.

Yeah, not yet.

Why don't you shut your
fucking pie hole, Dickie?

I'm just saying, you
know, maybe sometimes

it's better to just walk
away from your problems.

I ain't got no problems.

In fact, half of what you just said

went right over my head.

But I figure every writer needs

a great chapter one, am I right?

Oh, yeah, 100%, yeah.

Yeah.

I'm about to give you yours.

Come on.

When I'm calling you.

Where are we headed?

Oh, you'll see.

You like Slim Whitman?

- Sure.
- Yeah?

Not exactly you're cup
of tea, is that it?

No, it's fine.

Well, James Agee wouldn't like it.

No, I mean, I didn't...

So Bill tells me that you knew me.

How so? 'Cause I sure
as shit don't know you.

Oh, no, I didn't tell
him that I knew you.

I just... there's this guy
in Lexington that told me

if I ever passed through,
I should look you up.

What kind of a guy? What was his name?

- I don't remember.
- What did he look like?

How did he know me?

Guess he must've known
you in the service.

He's short and wiry, uh, a joker.

Oh, yeah, that had to be Woody Nelson.

- Sounds right.
- Yeah.

So what's your book about, Jakey?

You ever written a book before?

Um, no, this is my first one.

So what's it about?

It's a ghost story.

Ooh, a ghost story.

So what's it gonna be called?

"Halloweentown."

"Halloweentown"? "Halloweentown."

Something like that.

That's dumb.

Why don't you shut up?

You assholes think you could
write a book like Jakey here?

Huh?

- Oh, here we go.
- There it is, Jakey.

This is gonna be fun.

Hey, uh, what are...
What are we doing here?

Oh, we're gonna have a little fun.

You like fun, don't you, Jakey?

- Sure.
- Frank.

Clayton!

You boys ain't supposed to
be here this time of night.

Yeah, I got a friend
in from out of town.

I wanted to show him where
his hamburger comes from.

I was thinking maybe you could
take a little smoke break.

Say 30 minutes?

I'll need two.

You can keep them all. Thank you.

Right this way.

So my family's been in the meat
business for three generations.

My granddaddy... my
granddaddy used to travel

from farm to farm butchering
whatever they had handy,

right there in the front yard.

Now, it doesn't get any
fresher than that.

In fact, he's the one who
taught me how to use a knife.

Come on, Jakey!

My old man?

He worked in this goddamn
building his whole life,

but I tell you what,
we never went hungry.

Sounds like a good man.

Well, Mama loved him.

Anyway, for as long as there
have been slaughterhouses,

the worst job that you
could possibly have...

Was to work the hide cellar.

Yeah, it's them flies

that make the fellas
down here go insane.

There hadn't been no one who could last

more than a month or two.

The heat and the salt are one thing,

but once them flies crawl
up inside your ears

and start to live there...

You can't be serious.

Oh, yeah, sometimes they lay eggs.

Welcome to the kill floor, Jakey.

This is where all the action happens.

Go get one.

Get... get what, a cow?

You know, when my daddy
worked the kill floor,

they used to call him the Bambino,

you know, like Babe Ruth,

because it only took him one swing.

When I was working down here,
it was never quite that easy,

but I got in a lot of practice.

Go on. Go on!

Right in there.

Come on now! Go on now!

- Oh, there we go.
- Right in there.

Don't be scared. Come
on, come on, come on!

Guys, I don't... I don't want to...
I don't want to...

Ow!

- Ohh!
- Aww!

I say we put him in the next chute too!

- Let's put him in there.
- Shit!

Okay, okay, okay.

Oh, this is fun, ain't it?

Go ahead, Shakespeare.

Don't they use guns for this?

Yeah, that's how the
chicken-shits do it.

Special bullet melts the
brain nice and neat,

but we wanted to see if you
were one of us, you know,

struggling in the dirt.

Go on, now.

Show us what you got, yankee.

Yeah, you're gonna...
You're gonna like it.

You'll... you'll... You'll like it.

Right between the eyes, Jakey boy.

Put him out of his misery.

Maybe it would help if you thought

of that bitch ex-wife of yours.

Jesus Christ, are you kidding me?

Oh, come on!

All right.

- Here we go.
- Frank!

I guess some men just
don't have what it takes,

do they, boys?

Congress also amended

the National Labor Relations Act

as part of the same piece of legislation

that prohibits against
secondary boycotts,

prohibiting certain types of...

Uh, hate to bother you.

I ain't got any money, so...

Oh, no, no, this is not a sales call.

Actually you're a winner.

- Doris Dunning, right?
- Yeah.

Yeah? Great.

Well, I am J. Epping with the
Howard Johnson organization.

Um, I'm here to deliver
you a prize package.

We won something?

Hush, Harry.

You sure have.

Sorry to see your son's
not feeling well.

Seems like he's feeling
better all of a sudden.

Well, he should feel better,

because it's not every
day that his family

wins an all-expense-paid weekend

to the Landmark for Hungry Americans,

and tickets to the Lexington
Halloween Festival are included.

And Halloween's only a day away.

- What's the catch?
- No catch.

We just ask that you
fill out our survey.

Be as detailed as possible.

We know we can always be improving.

They got 28 ice cream flavors.

Mama, I've seen it on TV.

They sure do, kiddo.

I just don't know what
we did to deserve this.

Sometimes fate just steps in
and deals you a good hand.

I like the sound of that.

So how many will be joining you?

Myself and three kids.

One adult, three children.

- No other adults?
- Nope, just me.

Great.

And I hear that there is a...

costume contest in the
lobby, if you're interested.

I'm gonna be Buffalo Bob.

That sounds swell.

Now, enjoy your visit, and don't worry.

Things are about to get a
whole lot better, Harry.

And the Nixon campaign,

reaching an interesting point.

When "Time" magazine asked
President Eisenhower

for an example of a
major idea of Nixon's

that he had adopted as part
of a decision-making process,

the President's response was...

If you give me a
week, I might think of one.

I don't remember."

At the same press conference,

President Eisenhower said...

Mrs. Price, thank you for this food.

It's great.

I'm glad you like it.

I got the recipe right off the can.

Arliss, what do you think?

It tastes like cream of mushroom soup.

The paprika is supposed to
give it that Hungarian flavor.

That's the Hungarian part of the gulash.

Soup.

He's a picky eater.

President Eisenhower
could not remember...

Oh, Ike.

I'd vote for Ike again if he ran.

Arliss served under him in WWII.

Everybody served under him, Edna.

- It's no big deal.
- It was a big deal.

Arliss got the Bronze Star for bravery.

- Wow.
- That's what I said.

I wanted to frame it and
put it up in the house,

- but he won't let me.
- You serve?

Uh, yeah, Korea, two tours.

That right? What unit?

MASH, 4077th.

- A little coffee?
- Yes.

All right.

This.

Thank you.

Then we both know the truth.

What's that?

There ain't no such thing as a war hero.

Oh, right.

Well, hell, sometimes people
have to do terrible things

in order to make the world
a better place, and...

that's a kind of heroism, right?

You want to hear about the Bronze Star?

Sure.

It was in Sicily, part
of that whole mess.

Me and two fellas got
separated from our squad,

ended up pinned down behind some rocks.

Nazis were handing us our asses.

My pal, Fuzzy Bracowicz,

he took a shot in the head

just above the right eye.

Part of his scalp went down my shirt.

I tried everything I could.

I...I couldn't get it out.

Other fella, Ernie Calvert,
he... he twisted his ankle

when we took cover, so he was...
He was completely useless.

When it got dark, they
let off for some reason.

So I hauled Ernie onto my
back and made a run for it.

Ended up down at the river.

Seemed like... seemed like
we were in the clear.

That's when I saw him.

German kid.

Couldn't have been more than 17.

Asleep on the bank.

Wandered away from his
unit, I don't know.

I could've just gone
on, left him there...

But I kept thinking, "Maybe he's the one

who pulled the trigger on Fuzzy."

After the fact, you always...

tell yourself there was a good reason.

Anyway, I put Ernie down,

went over and dragged the
kid to the water's edge.

He was so sleepy...

he didn't even wake up...

till I put his head under the water.

Then his eyes opened.

Strange though, he...

He didn't struggle at all.

He just looked up,

looked up through the mud and the silt,

his face the color of a fish's belly.

Then he opened his mouth
and said something

just before he died.

In German.

I don't know what. I don't speak Kraut.

After a while,

I pushed him out into the river,
let the current take him.

I picked up Ernie and
headed off into the woods.

Hour later, we found the
rest of the division.

Next morning, CO comes into my tent,

tells me he's gonna put me up for the...

Put me up for the Bronze Star.

Last thing you can say
about killing a man

is that it's brave.

I'll get it.

Edna,

what a delight it is to see you.

Mr. Dunning.

Yeah, I'm looking for a buddy of mine

who said he was staying here.

Mr. Amberson didn't inform me
that he was expecting guests.

Yeah, I just figured I'd drop in.

You know, that's the kind of guy I am.

And which kind is that?

It's all right, Mrs. Price.

Jakey, how you doing, buddy?

Yeah, I feel like maybe we got off

- on the wrong foot last night.
- I'm fine.

No, no, I'd like to make it up to you.

Come on, pal.

Come on, it'll be fun.

Okay.

All right.

Edna, always a pleasure.

You men think I don't
know what's going on,

but I know.

And don't you go spitting that out.

I made it fresh this morning.

I hope you cleaned the
bathtub out beforehand.

That's what I like about you, Jake.

You're a funny guy.

Sense of humor's important,
don't you think?

I do.

You know, we're not all
rubes down here, you know?

Some of us have good qualities, values.

- I never thought otherwise.
- That's good to hear.

- Hey, you like steak?
- Yeah.

Then I got something for you.

My pride and joy.

Best goddamn butcher shop in the county.

Finally worked my way out of the
slaughterhouse with this baby.

Never looked back.

Nice.

Yeah.

Yup.

You know what I like most about it?

What?

It's my place, my rules.

It's rules that hold
the universe together.

- Am I right?
- I guess.

Yeah, yeah, so you understand
how this world works.

When rules are broken,
there's a price, right?

Without that, everything
else just falls apart.

- Yeah, sure.
- Yeah.

A price must be paid
to set things right.

All right, come on out now.

- Come on!
- Oh, no, Frank...

Come on, don't be shy. Get over here.

Frank, please.

Show him.

Show him.

No, no, look, Frank.

Frank, this is... It's
not what you think.

No?

Because it looks to me like
you're trying to fuck my wife.

Okay, it's what I was doing,

but she didn't know
anything about it, okay?

She had nothing to do with it.

Ah!

Frank, please!

Grand prize winner.

Take it from me.

She ain't worth it. Now, get up.

Now, if I were you, I'd get in
that faggot yellow car of yours,

drive away from this town,
and don't ever look back.

Doris, I'm...

I'm sorry.

Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey,
I just need a minute.

- Just a minute.
- Closed.

Look, I'll make it worth
your while... cash.

Cash money, okay?

I need a gun, just a little gun.

I'll take that gun. That's it.

What you planning to do with it?

Shoot cans.

That'd be an awful waste of $20.

$20.

How about two 20s?

- No.
- No?

I don't think I will.

Man looking like you do
coming around at night

looking to buy a firearm?

Nothing good can come of it.

You're not gonna sell me the gun?

God damn it. Look, I need this gun.

Hell, son.

What?

Can't you take a joke?

I'll sell you five guns.

Come on.

Happy fucking Halloween, Frank Dunning.

I'm coming for you.

Al, I've got a question.

What's this thing about the past
doesn't want to be changed?

Like, it pushes back?

How do you know?

You feel it.

When I first started going
through the rabbit hole,

I saw a news story
about a girl in Lisbon

who got shot and crippled in
a random hunting accident,

and I thought, "Hell, there's no harm.

Let me try to keep this from happening."

And every time I tried,
something would come up.

I'd get a flat tire,

a fender bender, a
little tree in the road.

Lost count of the times I tried.

I know it sounds strange,

like mysticism or some horseshit,

but things would happen,

and they were both random and, oh...

not random at all.

- Violent.
- Are you sure?

I mean, don't you think we
see what we want to see?

Listen, I didn't have
cancer before I went in.

You... are you telling me that
the past gave you cancer?

All I can tell you is I got

a full check-up the month
before my last trip,

and nothing was wrong with me.

The past.

Think a little food poisoning,
a little flu is gonna stop me?

You coming for me?

Not today.

Okay.

Uh, right.

Uh, hey, do you have any...
Do you have Gatorade?

Gate or... I'm sorry, what was it?

No, forget it, forget it, forget it.

Just this. This will be fine.
This will be fine.

You feeling a little under the weather?

Yes, sir. Yes, I am.

Well, I suggest a diet of white foods.

- What?
- Bananas, breads, rice.

I suggest we just hurry this up,

or I'm gonna have to put these
on right here, right now.

Please, thank you. Please, thank you.

- All right then, come on.
- Thank you, thank you.

"Anyway, he came in the door.

"I was in my bedroom,

"and then I heard my mother say...

"'Get out of here with that thing.

"You're not supposed to be here.'

"The next thing was she was screaming,

and then they were all screaming."

Trick or treat!

Trick or treat!

Hurry up, it's dark already.

We got to get started.

Hold your horses.

I got to get Ellen in her costume,

and then we'll go.

Why can't I just take
Tugga and y'all catch up?

Ellen, honey, help your
brother with his costume.

You can take your...

both: Toy rifle if you want to, Harry.

It's not a real gun...

Or even shoot pretend bullets.

Buffalo Bob wouldn't mind.

"It was the last thing
she ever said to me.

I'm glad it was a nice thing,
because she was real strict."

Let's go, baby.

Halloween only comes but once a year.

You ain't going nowhere.

- What are you doing?
- I'm asking you the same thing.

I'm trying to help them.

What are you, Frank's watchdog?

Hardly. I hate that son of a bitch.

All right, so do I. Listen, so do I.

You got to listen to me, okay?

Frank Dunning is coming
here to kill Doris

and the kids at 8:00, okay?

They're gonna die at 8:00,
and I'm trying to stop him.

Did he tell you that?

No, no, it's complicated.

'Cause he killed my sister.

What?

Frank was married to
my older sister Clara.

He killed her 12 years ago and
buried her body somewhere,

her and the baby.

Nobody believes me 'cause I
was just a kid at the time,

- but I know it's true.
- I believe you.

Listen to me, he's gonna do it again.

He's gonna do it again.

Now, you want to stop him, okay?

Now, you don't just
walk up and kill a man.

Sometimes you do, and
right now is the time.

You don't know what's gonna happen.

- I do. I know.
- How? How?

You said you knew Frank, but I
don't believe you for a minute.

How do you know anything's
gonna happen to Doris?

I'm from the future, okay?

I know Harry Dunning
in the future, okay?

Well, that's it.

You're just bat-shit crazy.

Okay, okay, stay down.

- Okay, all right.
- Stay down.

Okay, time travel man, no need for that.

You want to kill Frank? Kill Frank.

I won't stop you.

It seems to me like maybe
you got something wrong

in your story.

What?

It's 8:05.

What?

Maybe I fixed it...

just by being here.

No.

Get that thing out of here!

He went through the back door.

"The Cheyenne Show."

Starring Clint Walker as Cheyenne...

You're hurting me!

Harry.

Hey.

You all right? Yeah?

All right, Harry, listen to me.

You have to promise me,
no matter what happens,

you will not come out of there, okay?

Shh, stay here.

No, please!

Frank!

You shouldn't be here.

Run! Run, run!

- Don't you run!
- Run!

God damn it, get back here!

Harry, Harry, why don't
you bring me that hammer.

- Run, Harry!
- Give me that fucking hammer!

Harry! Give me that fucking hammer!

Give me that...

Give me that fucking hammer, boy!

Come here, Harry!

You give me that fucking
hammer, you little shit!

Bill, help me!

Aah!

Ah!

Shh.

Don't go in the bedroom.

Everything okay in here?

Where's Doris?

Somebody thought they heard shots.

Is that real blood?

Mr. Amberson.

Mrs. Price.

You done trick-or-treating?

I just want to leave.

Looks like I might owe
the sheriff a call.

Please don't.

No matter what this looks like,
I didn't do a bad thing.

God knows what's in your heart,
Mr. Amberson.

He'll be the final judge.

I hope you're prepared for that.

Doris.

Tugga.

Ellen.

They're still alive.
They're still alive.

They're still alive.

Doris, Tugga, and Ellen.

It worked.

It worked.

Hey!

What the hell is this?

Get in.

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