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(wind whooshing)

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(dramatic orchestral music) (choir singing)

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(bell ringing)

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(engine sputtering)

- [Alan] Wait a second.

Okay, give it a try.

Ah, shoot!

Okay, stop!

- [Norris] Why me?

Why is it always me?

- [Alan] It's not you!

It's your god damn alternator!

- [Norris] No, no.

It's me Alan.

You got an alternator too, but it's mine that explodes!

- It didn't explode.

Will you stop whining you just got a loose wire down here.

(electricity crackling)

Whoa!

Well, th-tha-that should fix it.

Give it a try.

- Now?

- Yeah!

- Okay.

(engine starting)

- Ha ha!

See?

It's not always you.

Turn it off.

What the hell is that?

Is that a car?

- No.

No, that ain't no car.

(engine rumbling)

(tires screeching)

- Sure as hell is.

(tires screeching)

(engine rumbling)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(bell ringing) (choir singing)

Jesus!

- Holy cow!

(both shouting)

(car crashing)

(tires screeching)

(siren wailing)

- Shoot.

- This is car number seven, Castle Rock, I got a 10-32

with a black 50's Mercedes

heading north on Highway I just past Lighthouse Rd.

(siren wailing) (suspenseful orchestral music)

(bell ringing)

(siren wailing)

Norris, get your butt up here man!

Hurry up!

Get your car started lets go!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(tires screeching)

Jesus!

(engine revving)

(siren wailing)

(tires screeching)

Norris, he's coming back at you!

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(bell ringing)

(siren wailing)

(bell ringing)

(siren wailing)

(siren wailing)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

Pull over!

Pull over!

You son of a bitch!

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

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(tires screeching)

(car crashing)

(car crashing)

(siren wailing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

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Hey!

(explosion booming)

(Alan grunting)

(Alan screaming)

(explosions booming)

(siren wailing)

- Oh, Jeez!

Alan!

Alan, you okay?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I think so.

- What the hell happened?

- Car blew up.

(fire roaring)

Just disappeared.

- What do you mean?

- Well, I couldn't believe he survived the crash

in the first place.

But he was standing there.

Somebody was standing there, I swear I saw something.

Then the car blew up, and he was gone.

- Maybe he melted like the car.

- Yeah, well there's gotta be something,

you know a shoe for Christ's sakes.

A piece of skull.

I left Norris out there

with the fire department they're bound to find something.

My watch stopped on me, do you know what time it is?

- Almost noon. - Oh, jeez,

I'm late!

Thanks.

Call Everett Peyton at the state police and Fed-Ex him

that license plate.

- Priority? - Yeah.

Maybe he can run it through the computer

and find out what those other digits are.

- He'll be lucky to figure out what state it's from.

There's messages here for you.

- Okay.

Oh you picked up the photos.

Thanks, Sheila!

How do I look? - Very Pretty.

- Really? - Uh huh.

Oh!

Do you think maybe I sh-

- No, Alan, relax, you look fine!

Get outta here!

- Okay, I'll be back by three.

(sighing) Sheila, would you marry me?

- Not today.

Alan, you're gonna do fine!

- Thanks!

(birds chirping)

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(bell ringing)

(bell ringing)

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- Yeah I know!

Uh huh.

Well,

who the hell opens an antique shop around here

after the summer people are gone?

A lunatic that's my opinion.

- Mom, can I have lunch?

- Brian, put something in the microwave and nuke it,

I'm talking to Myra.

Anyway, you won't see me breaking my neck

to get down there that's for-

- Well, I think it's just another sick shop with a bunch of

moldy furniture and pictures

of other people's dead relatives.

Oh yeah?

You just wait and see.

- Myra!

No personal calls now, right?

- Uh, I gotta go Cora.

No, I gotta hang up!

- Look at this, Father.

Grand Opening tomorrow.

That's all I need, another opportunity

for Sally to give away all my money.

- Your money?

Heh-heh!

She earns a hell of a lot more than you do, Fry.

- Well...

- I think they should call it Needless Things.

- Aye-Yup!

It's a lovely ad though.

Look at all those beautiful angels.

(dramatic music)

(birds squawking)

- Afternoon, Alan.

(brakes screeching)

- I couldn't find a thing.

It was nothing there anywhere not even dentures.

All's I did was completely destroy my uniform.

- Okay, um, write it up, put it on my desk.

- Alan, there's no way anybody

could survive a wreck like that!

- Yeah, I know.

- What do you want me to do?

- Give Buster Keeton a ticket.

- What?

- He's parked in the goddamn handicapped space again.

- Don't you want that pleasure for yourself?

- Norris.

I'm gonna go see Polly.

I got a ring with me this time.

- Get outta here!

No way!

Congratulations! (laughing)

- Wish me luck!

- Good luck!

- And Norris! - Yeah!

- Get your door fixed!

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(light orchestral music)

- Woo-hoo!

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(dramatic orchestral music)

(brakes screeching)

- Aren't you supposed to be in school?

- Got a cold.

(window squeaking)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(door clicking)

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(door creaking)

- Oh my God!

There's an awning on the new store.

There's still soap on all the windows.

- So?

- So, They're hiding something.

- I don't think so, Nettie.

I think it's just going

to be some kind of antique store is all.

- Well I'm never going over there.

(blinds thudding)

(dog barking)

- Hey!

Hey, Raider.

How are you, buddy?

Good to see you.

Hi, Nettie.

- Hi.

- Uh, is Polly around?

- Gosh, yes.

It's lunchtime.

Wow!

- Hi.

Morning, Frank, Father Meehan.

- Hi, Alan. - Good afternoon.

- Smoked turkey on rye?

- Not today.

I think I'm going to try one of your specials today.

So I'll have, what's that?

I'll have that.

The delicious salami provolone, lettuce, tomato,

mayo, and two kinds of mustard in a pita pocket.

- [Polly] I wouldn't.

- Okay, how about smoked turkey on rye?

- Good order.

Smoked turkey, rye!

- And a big piece of Nettie's apple pie.

- [Woman] Thank you, Father.

(indistinct)

- So how's your day so far?

- A little crazy, actually.

Did I tell you I got the photos back from the drug store-

- "You won't believe your eyes.

Needful things."

A new kind of store.

You won't believe your eyes."

It says so right there.

- Well then it must be true.

So who's the new owner?

- Nobody knows.

Not from around here is all.

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(bell ringing)

- Hello?

(bell ringing)

Hello?

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Is anyone here?

- I'm here.

(Brian gasping)

- Uh, the door was unlocked.

I, I, I didn't bust in.

- Of course it's unlocked.

I'm open.

You've been here before.

- Uh, no.

- Sure you have.

Sure, I never forget a face.

- Who are you?

- My name is Leland Gaunt.

And you are?

- Uh, Brian Rusk.

Nice meeting you, sir.

- I'm equally pleased to make your acquaintance,

Master Brian.

Now, what would you fancy?

- Fancy?

- Yeah.

What would you like?

Everything that's here is for sale,

but not everything that's for sale is here.

I have a basement, you see.

- Are you from overseas somewhere?

- [Leland] I'm from Akron.

- Where's that?

England?

- That's in Ohio.

Oh, what do you know?

There's Wilma Jerzyk and her husband Pete.

What do you suppose they're up to?

- Uh, buying feed for their turkey farm?

- Oh, roast turkey, huh?

- No, she's a crazy person.

- Now, what'll it be, huh?

A Walkman?

A, a mountain bike?

- Uh, I already got one.

- Air Jordans.

- Uh, I don't know.

Sure, yeah, I guess.

- No.

Of course not.

Those are just objects, aren't they?

Huh?

Just things.

Nothing really important.

Well, suppose you had one wish, Brian.

What would you say?

- A wish?

- Ah, just one.

To make you happy.

What would make you happy again?

Spit it out!

What! - I want my father!

I want my father.

- Why?

I won't hurt you.

- No!

I meant for the wish.

He's gone.

He left me.

- Oh, not you, Brian.

He left your mother.

Well, that will be a father.

Your father.

That's a tall order!

Where do we start?

What could I possibly have around here-

- Mickey Mantle?

You know, the baseball player?

- Little before your time, wasn't he?

- Yeah I meant the card, you know.

My dad and me, we used to collect them.

- Topps or Fleers?

- Topps.

We had a whole collection of 56 baseball cards.

- Al Kaline, Whitey Ford, Roy Campanella,

guys of that caliber?

- We have every Yankee except Mickey Mantle.

- Uh-huh, uh-huh.

- I mean, Moose Skowron was over 65 bucks.

- Wow, yeah, well Skowron is one thing.

(chuckling) Woo!

Mickey Mantle.

That's got to run six, 700 bucks.

- [Brian] Well, you asked me, right?

- I believe I might have something

that will make you very happy, Brian.

Stay right here.

- Oh my God.

Look at my butt.

I look awful.

- No, you look fabulous.

Pol, you know how, um,

you're always saying that I'm not all that serious about us?

- This is your camera, right?

I mean, I don't look like this.

I'm gonna commit suicide if I look like this.

- Polly, I uh, um,

will you marry me?

- Yeah sure, whenever you're serious about it.

I gotta go check Nettie

make sure she doesn't burn the French fries again

and put me in the poor house.

- Polly.

I am serious.

- Mickey Mantle!

- Oh!

- "Topps, 1956."

Signed "To my good friend Brian"

- Wait a minute!

Brian!

Th-that's my name!

That's impossible!

- "With best wishes, Mickey Mantle."

Now, close your eyes, Brian.

Close your eyes.

(electricity crackling)

(crowd cheering) (dramatic orchestral music)

(Brian chuckling)

Now, then.

How much would you pay for this card, Brian?

Hmm?

Mickey Mantle.

Topps, 1956.

Signed, "To my good friend Brian."

- Uh, no, uh, no, listen, all I got here is-

- Shhhhh.

The buyer must never tell the seller how much he has.

If you can't tell a lie, then be still.

The first rule of fair trade, Master Brian.

- Well?

- I can't breathe yet.

- It's not as great as it looks.

I got it off the TV.

- Such a liar.

Put it on?

- Yeah.

(Polly gasping)

Sorry.

- Oh, It's okay.

- They acting up again?

- [Polly] Just out of the blue.

- What are ya doing?

- Looking for my pills.

- No, no, no, no.

Polly hey!

Why don't you just put splints on, okay?

- Oh, not at work.

- Well, why not it's your place?

Where are they?

Where's your purse?

- Under the counter.

(water spraying)

- Here!

Here!

Put these on or you're under arrest

for disturbing my piece of mind.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Got it?

Does that mean yes?

- Yes, - Yeah?

- Yes.

Yes!

Oh, yes!

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

- No.

Well, 95 cents!

Wah!

Well now we're getting somewhere.

Uh, not quite enough, okay?

But an intriguing offer nonetheless.

Let's call it half the price, shall we?

Yes.

Half the price is 95 cents.

The price you pay cash.

The rest,

the other half is a deed.

You understand?

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- A deed?

- A trick.

Well, more like a tiny prank.

No big deal.

And no one's ever going to suspect you.

I promise.

Do you remember that lady we peeked at

buying feed across the street?

- Yeah, Wilma Jerzyk.

The turkey farmer.

- Do you know where she lives?

- Yeah, sure.

(bell ringing)

(car horn honking) (tires screeching)

- Next time I'm gonna run you down!

Make you squeak, little buddy!

(dramatic orchestral music)

(voices whispering)

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- Out of the car.

I said, "Get out of the car."

Now.

Owww!

Oh!

- Is this your name on this goddamn ticket, Ridgewick?

Or maybe this is some kind of forgery?

Huh?

- You were parked in the crip space.

- The what? - Wait a minute!

You can't come in here. - The what?

- The handicapped space!

And you've been told about it

before too Buster and you know it!

- Bud, what'd you call me?

Did you call me Buster?

- You touch me again I'll throw you

in the god damn cell, I mean it!

- It's Danforth!

Danforth Keeton III!

Who is Head Selectman of this poor pot little town.

Could get you fired off the force in two,

make that one second flat.

Am I getting through to you, Norris?

- I'm the on who told him to write the ticket.

- Oh!

Well in that case, my mistake, huh?

- Jesus, Dan, what in hell's got into you today?

- Nothing's got into me!

I'm just sick and tired of self-important little peons.

Pusillanimous animals-

- That's enough!

- Because I try to do a lot for this town,

I accomplish a lot for this town.

In fact, I am this town.

And I am sick and tired of this goddamn persecution.

- I am not persecuting you, Danforth.

- He called me Buster!

You know how I feel about that.

- Then he'll apologize.

Won't you, Norris?

- I don't know that I will.

- You will.

Now.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I called you Buster.

- Yeah, you little mama's boy.

You candy-lickin-

- Oh shut up, you bloated, cigar-sucking used car salesman.

- Boats, shaved tail!

I sell quality pre-owned yachts,

you miserable sucking scuzz bucket-

- Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

You know guys I moved here and I thought,

"Great, I'm out of the big city and I'm finally

in a place where everybody isn't gonna be

crawling up everybody's back every day.

A place where maybe my biggest nightmare was

gonna be gettin' some god darn cat out of a tree."

But forget that!

Everybody is insane everywhere!

So you guys just fight it out between you.

One of you kill each other, and who's ever left,

I'll throw in jail.

(door slamming)

- Hey, Alan.

Alan!

Alan, look, heh-heh, We're both adults, right, huh?

Can't we do something about this ticket?

- Yeah.

You can pay it.

And if you every lay a hand on one of my deputies again,

I'm gonna book you on a charge of third degree assault.

- What are you looking at?

(light orchestral music)

- [Polly] Hi!

- Hey!

- [Polly] Can't we ever finish this thing?

- Probably not.

- Will you ever take her out you think?

You know.

Actually out in the ocean?

- Probably not.

- Oh, you're chatty tonight.

- Well, other than the fact that

we got engaged,

which is probably the greatest single thing

that ever happened to me,

it's been an unbelievable lousy day!

- [Polly] Well yeah, what happened?

They ever find a body?

- Norris thinks it was space aliens.

(Polly laughing)

- So,

how long you gonna be?

- Why?

What do you got in mind?

- I dunno, I was just

wondering if maybe

engaged people did it any differently.

- Well, it sounds like a

worthwhile experiment.

What?

- I don't know, I don't know, someone might see us.

- What are they gonna do?

Arrest us?

- Yeah!

(light orchestral music)

You can do it.

I know you can.

He's not gonna bite.

- But wh, what?, what will I say?

- You introduce yourself.

"Hi.

I'm Nettie."

- Then what?

- Nettie, just go.

You'll be fine.

Go on.

(light orchestral music)

- Hi.

I'm Nettie.

- Think she'll do it?

- Yeah.

- Bet she won't.

(car horn honking)

(Nettie screaming)

(both laughing)

- Thank you, Mrs. Patterfields!

Thank you, Mrs. Patterfield.

Well, it's only 19th century.

I'm sorry.

Ah!

Enjoy your purchases! (bell ringing)

Come and see.

- What's this?

Some old wood chisel?

- It belonged to a cabinet maker at Château de Versailles

in the days of Louis XVI.

- Look at this, Pete.

Looks pretty old.

- Yep.

(bell ringing)

- Oh my God.

I didn't think we had room for another soul in here.

- Hi.

My name is Nettie.

(dog barking)

- That stupid dog barks at me one more time,

I won't bother complaining to Sheriff Pangborn again.

I'll come over your place, skin him alive.

- No, not in here.

Dear God, please!

(speaking foreign language)

(dog whimpering)

I will not.

Dear ladies, let's all be friends.

Can't we all be friends?

- Not in this life.

- Oh please, not in my place.

I'm sorry.

Ladies, excuse me!

Uh!

Mrs. Jerzyk!

(light orchestral music)

(bell ringing)

Pick it up.

Go ahead.

Go on.

Don't be afraid, Miss Cobb.

- No.

I had one just like it years ago.

- Oh.

- But it got broke.

My husband-

- Oh, your husband?

Then it's Mrs. Cobb.

- Although my George has been passed on for some time now.

Oh, he died, untimely.

- I'm so sorry to hear that.

- No need to be sorry.

It's been seven years since he was-

- Murder is awful.

- I didn't mean to-

- Of course not.

It wasn't you who took that meat fork from the drawer

and stuck it in Mr. Cobb's throat.

(bell ringing)

Are you leaving, Mrs. Roberts?

- Well I'll, I'll have to think about it.

It is a lot of money.

- While you think about it, so will I.

Perhaps the price is a bit unrealistic.

Any time.

(bell ringing)

Oh, Oh, you baked this?

- Of course.

Homemade every day from apples picked down

at the Mayflowers'.

Polly Chalmers, my boss.

She sent it over.

- Poor Polly, how do her hands feel today?

- Awful.

They been acting up awful since yesterday.

(Leland clicking tongue)

- And with our lovely weather!

Go ahead.

Take him.

- I'm scared I'll drop it again.

- Oh you won't drop it.

Come, Mrs. Cobb.

Please, sit down.

(light orchestral music continues)

Listen.

Sometimes I think I can hear the tiniest laugh.

(soft giggling)

(Nettie laughing)

I like you, Netitia.

- Oh.

- I won't yell at you, like George did.

(electricity crackling)

- Moron!

(porcelain shattering)

- No! (screaming)

(Nettie gasping)

(porcelain shattering)

(wind whooshing)

- I think it should be yours, Netitia.

(Nettie breathing heavily)

- I need to, I need to go to work.

- I'll see you soon.

I'll drop by for a bite.

Mr. Keeton eats there most every day, does he not?

- Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.

Danforth Keeton.

And everybody calls him Buster behind his back. (laughing)

- Why is that?

Pray tell.

- I don't know.

- Maybe someone should play a trick on Buster.

Teach him to be nice.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- My husband played a lot of tricks on me.

- Maybe it would be fun to play one on someone else.

Nobody would ever know it was you, I promise.

(bell ringing)

Welcome to Needful Things.

- Hiya Nettie!

You buying something you can't live without?

- Uh- - We're negotiating.

Mrs. Cobb here has taken quite a shine

to this lovely little porcelain school boy.

- I gotta go now.

Polly will think I died.

- You think about it!

(bell ringing)

Drop by tomorrow!

- Alan Pangborn.

Sheriff around these parts.

- Leland Gaunt.

Owner.

So, what can I sell you, Sheriff?

- Me?

Oh, nothing.

I got everything I need, thanks.

- Fair enough.

How about a piece of pie?

Your fiancée Ms. Chalmers sent it over.

- My fiancée?

- Oh, such a pretty lady.

You're a lucky man, Sheriff.

I'll be right back!

- You met Polly already?

- I observed her through my windows.

I've observed almost everybody.

That's my job.

Much like yours.

- What do you mean that's your job?

- Step right in.

- Thanks. - Have a seat.

Well, to know my customers,

Understand their hopes

and dreams.

Oh, Goodness.

I wish I had some cheddar cheese.

But, Beggars can't be choosers, can they?

Certain we haven't met somewhere before, have we?

- What, you and me?

- In a big city.

You look familiar, Al.

You look out of place here, actually.

- Well you don't mind my saying so, so do you, Leland.

So, where are you from?

- Ohio.

Akron, to be precise.

- Pittsburgh.

I'm from Pittsburgh.

- So, why did you leave?

- Well, I was a cop there and uh,

I got tired of all that stuff going down.

And one day I just lost it.

I hit this guy

way too hard.

- Well, I reckon he needed some killing.

- But it was uh, still wrong.

- Of course it was.

- Yeah, so I left, now I'm here.

- So am I.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Oh, good morning, Cora.

- Hi, Sheriff.

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(police radio chattering)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(phone ringing)

- Good morning, sheriff's department.

Yes?

I see.

Well he's just come in.

So I'm gonna put you on hold.

Some Lawyer named Michael Burke at the Bureau

of Taxation wants to talk to you.

- Oh, great!

- And Father Meehan called.

He's very upset.

He's gonna call you back at 2:30.

- Let Norris handle him.

Put the tax guy through.

Come on you guys.

Where the hell is Norris?

- Down at the clip joint getting his ears lowered.

- Any news on that license plate?

- Nothing so far.

- Alright let me know.

- Thanks for holding, he'll be right with you.

- How long you guys been on this?

Well you're sure now.

You know it happens, right?

Records do get mixed up.

I can't do that without a search warrant.

You know that.

Look, if you guys want to come down here

and investigate him fine.

I, I'll open up my books that's all I can do.

He, he's no saint.

But he's not a criminal.

Keeton is what Keeton is,

he's a son of a bitch half the time but so am I.

Well, handle it the way you need to.

- Is that you defending Buster Keeton?

- What do you want?

- Come on, I wouldn't, God,

- I didn't mean that.

And I'm sorry. - Alan, it's Father Meehan

on line three.

- What happened to 2:30?

- Father Meehan? - Yeah.

Yeah, Father, it's Alan.

- Tell Father Meehan right now that I'm on your lap.

- What's up?

Well, Father, just, Father calm down.

Will you stop that, please.

Stop that.

Father just take, take it easy will ya?

Alright.

(sighing) Yeah.

Okay, I'll, I'll come right over, alright.

(Alan sighing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

Reverend. - Sheriff.

- Just mop the floor with a little Mr. Clean

in the bucket Eddie.

You don't get that damn streaking.

- [Eddie] Mop the floor with a little Mr. Clean

in the bucket Eddie.

(door clicking)

- Alan!

Thanks for coming!

- Afternoon, Father. - Hi, Sheriff.

- I got this in the mail this morning.

"Listen up, you mackerel snapper."

(Alan chuckling)

- Excuse me.

- "We've have tried to reason with you

but it's been no use.

We have put up with your Popish idolatry

and even with your licentious worship of the Babylon whore

but now you've gone too far."

"Babylon whore."

I mean, saints preserve us.

"Heed our warning.

Give up your plan to turn this town

into a den of thieves and gamblers,

or you will smell the brimstone.

The wicked shall be turned into hell.

Psalms 9:17."

The concerned Baptist men of Castle Rock."

It's that eejit, Reverend Willie Rose.

- Maybe you shouldn't have called it "Casino Night."

- Oh, for God's sake, Alan.

It's only a little charity gambling.

I mean, I don't know why it upsets the Baptists so.

- Well I'll go talk to Rever-

- When I was younger, people got along better!

- I'll go talk to him.

I'll get to the bottom of it.

- Oh, you do that, Alan.

And when you do, you tell Rose that if he tries to bump us,

he'll find out just how hard we "mackerel snappers"

can bump back!

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Hello.

- I'll lock up.

- Oh that's okay, Nettie I'll get it.

You go home have a nice night.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- You alright?

- Yeah I'm fine.

Don't worry, I'll see you tomorrow.

- Okay. - Sleep tight.

- Uh, wait a minute!

Night Polly.

- See you tomorrow, Myra.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Myra] Night, Nettie.

(Polly gasping)

- Hello, Ms. Chalmers.

Oh my goodness!

What's wrong? - Where did you-

How long have you been there?

- Oh I was just hoping for a cup of coffee.

I didn't realize you were closing.

- Coffee?

Sure, no problem.

You're Mr. Gaunt.

- And you're Polly Chalmers.

- I'm sorry, I don't shake hands.

I have uh-

- Arthritis.

Forgive me, I forgot.

(dramatic orchestral music)

You've been having a devil

of a time with it lately, haven't you?

- Yes.

How did you know?

- Nettie told me.

Oh, here,

Just a tiny thank-you note for that remarkable pie.

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

Oh, my lord.

I don't think I ever had a tastier cup of coffee.

You wouldn't, by any chance, have something

in the way of a doughnut?

Something I might dunk, Ms. Chalmers?

- Oh, please, we're going to be neighbors.

Why don't you call me Polly?

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(turkeys gobbling)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(choir singing)

(turkeys gobbling)

(mud splattering)

(turkeys gobbling)

- Pete, get me a gobbler from the pen!

I feel like turkey tonight.

- You feel like turkey every night, Wilma.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Wilma screaming)

Wilma!

(Wilma grunting)

Wilma!

What happened?

- Mud!

Mud and (sniffing),

mud and stink!

Gall darn turkey stink!

- Why'd someone go and do that?

- Because I told her I'll kill it.

- Told who?

(Wilma breathing heavily)

- Nettie?

Do you think you could lock up tonight?

- Uh huh.

- You sure?

- Uh huh!

- Okay, good.

'Cause, uh, I was gonna go find Al

and see if he wanted to see a movie.

(phone ringing)

Dot.

Yes, just a sec.

- It's for you.

- Me?

- Okay, it's the square key.

- Mm-hmm.

- All the doors.

Don't forget the lights.

You can do it.

You'll be fine. (Nettie laughing)

I'll see you in the morning.

- Night.

Hi.

This is Nettie.

- I know what you done, you crazy bitch!

- (stuttering) Done what?

- [Wilma] Fooling with me

was the worst mistake you ever made.

I'm going to get you for this, you understand?

You and your mutt!

- Wha, what?

You don't dare!

You stop bothering me and my Raider!

He's a good doggie!

- You won't see me coming!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Nettie grunting)

(glass shattering)

(Nettie sobbing)

- Good Raider.

We'll get yummy, at home.

Oh, we don't want to be out too late after dark.

That nutty lady running around now.

Do we?

Do we?

Do we?

(Nettie screaming)

- Oh, my!

(dog barking) I'm sorry, Mrs. Cobb.

I'm so sorry!

Did I frighten you?

(Nettie gasping)

I was just out for a little stroll.

Oh, you look terrified!

What ever can the matter be?

Raider, sit.

- I thought you were Wilma Jerzyck.

- Me?

I hardly see the resemblance.

Do you?

- No.

- Oh, I just love these fall nights.

Bit of a nip in the air.

The smell of the sea at low tide.

All that glorious

rot and decay.

Netitia, here.

This is for you.

(light orchestral music) Netitia.

- Oh, but I can't.

- You mustn't ever say that awful little word to me, Nettie.

- What word? - But.

I hate that word.

It's a word for weak people.

People who need excuses.

Now why don't you say some words that I absolutely adore?

- What words?

- Mr. Gaunt knows best.

Say it.

- Mis,

Mr. Gaunt knows best.

We have to go,

Come on, Raider.

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

- Mr. Gaunt always knows best.

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

- Come on.

Come on.

Oh no,

ah, no!

No, no, nooo!

Ah, shoot!

(phone ringing)

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

Hello?

Hello?

Ah, shi, you suckers.

- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Dan, it's me.

Jeez!

- Jesus!

Well what the hell are you doing?

You scared the hell out of me, sneaking up on me like that.

- [Alan] Put the gun down, Dan.

- Yeah. (laughing)

Jeez, another couple of seconds,

uh, I would've been out of here.

You would've missed me.

What can I do for ya?

What?

Are you here to, uh,

trade in that hunk of yours on some new uh-

- I got a call from the state auditors, this morning.

- Yeah?

- We have an Appropriations Committee meeting next week

to discuss budgetary matters.

- Hey, guess what?

It's on my calendar.

- They wanna be there.

They want me to bring them printouts.

Straight from city hall.

- Yeah, well,

you know those bastards.

They're on some kind of fishing expedition, something-

- What the hell's going on?

(Dan sighing)

- It's um,

it's Myrtle.

I love her, Alan.

And I need her and I don't wanna break her heart.

But uh, I've been having some bad luck at the track lately.

She thinks I'm off the horses.

It'd kill her.

So I, uh,

borrowed some money from the town petty cash fund

just to cover the shortfall.

- Jesus, Dan.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- I'm gonna pay it back.

I was gonna pay it back before next week, honest to God.

- How much we talking about here?

- 20 grand.

- 20 grand?

Jesus Christ!

- I'm getting a loan on my dealership

to pay it back, from Boston.

- When? - Any day now.

Two days, four days, next week.

- Four days?

Four days.

- Done.

And listen,

if uh,

if they call before that You'll stall them for me right?

The persecutors,

- Yeah.

I will.

Till Monday.

- Okay.

Thanks a lot, man.

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

And believe me, I'll make it worth your while.

- Yeah, like hell you will.

Just pay it back.

- I just meant if you wanted a deal on a new boat.

It's all I meant, I swear to God!

Whatever you want.

And for Polly, too.

She'd be real impressed, you know?

I can get her a deal on of those-

- Monday!

Monday!

(Dan sighing)

♪ Think you'd understand ♪

♪ And if you tell my heart ♪

♪ My achey-breaky heart ♪

♪ My achey-breaky heart ♪

♪ My achey-breaky heart ♪

♪ My achey-breaky heart ♪

♪ My achey-breaky heart ♪

♪ My achey-breaky heart ♪

- Guy sounds like he's havin' a freaking pepoleptic fit.

- Yep.

♪ My achey-breaky heart ♪

♪ My achey-breaky heart ♪

♪ My achey-breaky heart ♪

- Don't kick the Rock-Ola, Hugh.

(foot thudding)

You hear me?

How you doing at the tracks, Dan?

Horses finally running your way?

- Every time, Henry.

Every goddamn time.

- I'm gonna kick that jukebox wide open,

you don't fix it, Henry.

(foot thudding)

- All right.

That's it.

You're out of here.

- Hey!

Give me that back.

- Any of you fellas heading up to Castle Hill?

Hugh needs a lift.

- Pink slip is what Hugh needs.

For a city employee making an ass of himself

in a public tavern.

- Yep.

- Nice to have friends.

(foot thudding)

♪ Don't tell my heart ♪

♪ My achey-breaky heart ♪

♪ I just don't think it'd understand ♪

- You know, Henry?

You know what they do?

They do it at night.

They come in, and they take out the mirrors

and they put in a piece of one-way glass and stick a camera

on the other side of it.

Then they watch ya, and they laugh at ya.

And they take down every single word you say.

Yeah.

(singer vocalizing)

- Here you go. - Can't wait.

- Spaghetti Pangborn.

- Uh oh!

- And some very potent garlic bread.

- Beautiful!

You're so sweet!

- Yeah.

- Look what you did.

- Well I wanted to.

You serve people all day.

I figured, it's about time somebody served you.

- [Polly] Well, I'll make it up to you.

I'll tell you what.

You sleep in tomorrow morning, okay?

I'll get up early and go arrest somebody.

- You got a deal!

- What's going on with you and Buster Keeton?

- What do you mean?

- Well, I saw the two of you earlier tonight.

Looked like you were really going at it.

- You saw us?

- This is really good.

Oh yeah, I was, uh, um,

I made way down at the boat.

I was gonna poke my head in and say hi

but it didn't look like fun.

- It wasn't.

- So, what's going on? - Nothing.

Just people and their problems.

I always seem to get stuck in the middle of it.

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah.

- You sure? - Mm-hmm.

I just sometimes, I,

I long for the peace and quiet of

downtown Pittsburgh.

- It ain't easy is it?

- No, it isn't.

- So stop complaining.

- Was I?

No.

No.

No, Not me you got the wrong guy.

(light orchestral music)

- No way!

(thunder crashing) (dramatic orchestral music)

(bell ringing)

(Hugh gasping)

- (laughing) You're drenched to your soul.

- They threw me out!

I'm sorry.

- Here!

Let me help you peel this thing off.

Before you catch your death.

- You got a nice jacket in the window.

- A classic early '50s beauty.

Warm as toast.

Dry as a bone.

- It's just like the one I used to have in high school,

before I was a bum.

Well no I mean,

when I was a kid.

- I'll bet there are quite a few people in this snake pit

of a town who wouldn't believe you ever were a kid.

- I know.

It's not fair.

I try so hard.

- Not hard enough.

So they crushed you.

Huh?

And they buried that wonderful boy deep inside you.

- Which boy? - This one.

We'll find him again, Hugh.

We'll resurrect him together.

Huh?

Because, all of a sudden, it's 1955 all over again.

(wind whooshing)

♪ You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain ♪

♪ Too much love drives a man insane ♪

♪ You broke my will, but what a thrill ♪

♪ Goodness gracious, great balls of fire ♪

♪ I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funny ♪

♪ You came along ♪

(wind whooshing)

- It was the best hour of the best day of my life.

God, I loved that jacket.

- Which jacket?

This one.

This jacket, Hugh.

You could recover, retrace your steps.

Take charge of your life again.

Huh?

- God, this is still so beautiful.

- Say, Hugh, do you happen to know

a nice little Baptist lady called Nettie Cobb?

- Sure.

Crazy old wretch killed her husband.

How much do you want for it?

♪ Love me tender ♪

♪ Love me sweet ♪

♪ Never let me go ♪

♪ You have made my life complete ♪

♪ And I love you so ♪

♪ Love me tender ♪

♪ Love me true ♪

♪ All my dreams fulfilled ♪

♪ For my darling I love you ♪

♪ And I always will ♪

♪ Love me tender ♪

- I'll never give you back, Mickey.

(phone ringing)

Ever.

(phone ringing)

- (sighing) Hello?

Well, hello Mr. Gaunt.

Yes I am.

He's right here next to me singing his little heart out.

You can?

Yes.

Oh yes!

(laughing) Well no you can not.

Uh, what?

Oh, uh, yeah.

Yeah sure he's in the kitchen, hang on.

Brian!

It's Mr. Gaunt, wants to talk to you!

Brian!

- Me?

Hello?

Yeah.

Yes sir.

Okay, okay.

Yeah, the old lighthouse.

Sure.

I-I-I guess.

♪ All my dreams fulfilled ♪

♪ Oh my darling, I love you ♪

♪ And I always will ♪

- I have to do

a favor for Mr. Gaunt, El.

Then we can be together forever.

- How's my boy?

Did we have a successful adventure yesterday?

- It was, it was fun.

I did okay.

- Well, you have something that's mine Brian,

that you haven't finished paying for.

- But you said I could have it if-

- The dealing isn't done, you see.

Until Mr. Gaunt says the dealing is done.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(wind whooshing)

- [Announcer] Away they go!

She's A Hell-Raiser breaks on top

and goes straight to the lead

followed by Confucius Sings and Mr. Lee.

Lots Of Luck having a go wide, turning!

She's A Hell-Raiser going...

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Yeah!

Ho-Ho, boy, what the hell?

That was pretty fine.

Fine as paint.

Can I, uh-

- Well be careful!

Careful!

See, this is no ordinary toy.

- What is it?

- Well, You see, the man who sold this to me,

his father made their fortune from it.

Every morning he'd take the day's racing form

and run its races before they ever happened

one by one, right on this board.

He'd give each tin horse the real name from the paper

do it just by touching, and whispering.

A brand-new name.

- Citation.

- Well, Sea Biscuit, Well Away,

Seattle Slew.

Man O' War.

Whoever were running that day.

Wind her up, let her go.

Run the whole damn slate that way!

- Northern Dancer.

- Eight, 10, a dozen races.

Then go right to the track, and bet on those fillies

that won on this astonishing toy from Japan Incorporated.

He'd rake in the cash, Dan.

Rake in the goddamn cash.

- Rake in the cash. (laughing)

How much?

- Well, that would depend on

how much the buyer would be able to pay.

Open your wallet, Danforth.

Give me the first bill you find there.

(dramatic orchestral music)

I, uh, no, no.

That'll do, for now.

Say, uh,

you won't let Pangborn set his paws on this will you?

- Alan Pangborn?

(laughing) No, no.

Never.

Never.

- Thank god.

Because Pangborn's in league with them.

- He is?

They're everywhere aren't they?

- Oh, tell about it.

The town's infested.

Seems to be full of them.

I've been opened less than a week, Danforth.

And I think they'll soon be after me too.

In fact, I'm sure of it.

And I may need your help.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Good day to you. - Good morning, Father.

- Morning. - Father.

- What do you want? - Ah, Coffee and the usual.

- Hey, Corn Cobb.

What's the button on your blouse?

- You're crazy.

(glass shattering)

You leave me alone!

- Take it easy, Nettie, Nettie!

Put the knife down.

Put it down.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Nettie breathing heavily)

Okay, Wilma.

What'll it be?

- Raider on rye, a little glass of puppy pus,

and two nice doggie eyes.

- Why don't you just order up or get out?

- Wilma.

- Oh, shoot.

- It's okay.

It's okay.

I'll go talk to her.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- April Dreaming, Junction Salute.

She's A Hell-Raiser. (chuckling)

Tammy's Wonder, Easy Sweep.

That's My Boy.

Yes, okay, little puppies.

You ready now?

Let's run a good race.

Ready, set, go!

- [Announcer] And away they go!

And it's Tammy's Wonder.

April Dreaming.

Junction Salute on the outside.

And Easy Sweep is far back.

Into the far turn.

- Ooh!

Neck and neck!

- [Announcer] Tammy's Wonder on the inside.

- Yes!

Woo!

- [Both] Tammy's Wonder!

- [Announcer] Gonna go on to win.

Tammy's Wonder from April Dreaming.

- We've got Love My Martinis, Trentier,

Doubter's Ridge, Rancadoo,

By George, and Confucius Sings.

Little Japanese puppy.

Okay fellas.

Now let's go.

Come on.

Make money for daddy!

- [Announcer] And they're off!

- Whoa!

Yeah!

It's the white one.

It's the red one.

It's the pink one.

- Danforth? - It's the blue one.

It's the green one.

Oh, god, they're beautiful!

Look at those beautiful fucking horses!

Come on!

Run, run, run!

Come on!

That's it.

Come on, horsies.

Who's gonna win here?

(door knocking)

- Danforth? - Goddamn it!

Go away!

I'll be out when I'm out.

- Aren't you going to work?

- I am at work!

- Well then, would you like me

to go down to the bakery, Danforth and

maybe get some honey dipped doughnuts?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Honey dipped doughnuts!

Yeah!

Yeah, toilet paper, a nose job.

Just leave me alone!

You ready now?

Let's run a good race.

Ready, set, go!

They're off!

And they're coming around the corner.

And they're coming around the corner.

And they're coming around the corner.

The big corner!

Whoa!

It's a runaway victory!

Yes!

Come on, come on!

Yeah!

(light classical music)

(singing in foreign language)

(Leland breathing heavily)

(thunder rumbling)

- Stay.

Stay.

Mommy's gotta go scoot and do something for Mr. Gaunt.

Before it gets dark.

(laughing) Don't you worry.

Mommy's gonna lock all our doors for now on.

Yeah.

Stay!

(light classical music) (singing in foreign language)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(turkeys gobbling)

- You hungry today.

Come on, girls.

- [Announcer] The crowd is tense.

Brian Rusk doing the pitching.

And let me tell you, he is really sensational.

He's working on the no-hitter.

And we're in the bottom of the ninth inning.

A count of two and two on the batter.

Two men on base, but Brian has walked them both.

And right now, he's checking the runners

leading off first and second.

He's gotten the sign from the catcher,

the runners lead away

and here's the pitch!

(glass shattering)

Strike three!

How about that?

Will he make that no-hitter, or will he not?

(glass shattering)

(grand orchestral music)

Brian Rusk is alive!

Is he really sharp today.

Sensational control of his 90 mile-an-hour fast ball.

(glass shattering) (electricity crackling)

Still the chance of the no-hitter, and he's ready to work.

(glass shattering)

Rusk has got a swift curve ball that's

dipping and darting and his fast ball, they can't touch it!

Brian Rusk is delivering a performance

that can take the Yankees to another World Series!

How about that?

(glass shattering) (electricity crackling)

Brian Rusk is ready and he delivers.

And the pitch...

(apple thudding)

- Jesus.

- Good girls.

(grand orchestral music continues)

- Yes siree.

We're having fun now.

(grand orchestral music continues)

(dog barking)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Hey Raider!

Hey little pal!

(dog growling)

(dog barking)

Hey Raider.

How they hanging?

(speaking foreign language)

Ah, good fella.

Good fella.

Yeah.

Ain't you?

And ain't you got a face just cute as a baby pug?

Yes, you do.

Yes.

And you know what I got?

Huh?

I got a beautiful jacket.

Yes, I do.

And you know what else?

I'm gonna keep it.

(knife clicking)

(grand orchestral music)

- They're rounding the bend, and yellow and white and pink.

(grand orchestral music continues)

Yeah, "Punky Boy".

Yeah!

(grand orchestral music continues)

(grand orchestral music continues)

Gasco Thunder, Hooded Lady, Mr. P, Lotsa Luck,

and Rosie D, yeah, oh,

Punky Boy, Raise The Dead, Frank's The Name, Gimme Shelter

Sudden Fame.

(grand orchestral music continues)

(grand orchestral music continues)

(footsteps thudding)

(grand orchestral music)

(Nettie gasping)

(door slamming)

Oh God!

I'll kill him!

I'll freaking kill him!

(birds chirping)

(Nettie humming)

(door creaking)

- Raider?

Mommy's home.

Raid?

(dramatic orchestral music)

(leather creaking) (fly buzzing)

(door creaking)

(Nettie screaming) (suspenseful orchestral music)

Oh, Jesus Christ,

(Nettie sobbing) (dramatic orchestral music)

(sobbing) Raider!

(singing in foreign language) (light classical music)

(Leland laughing)

(turkeys gobbling)

(singing in foreign language continues)

(apple thudding)

- Why that fool!

That bitch!

(Wilma gasping) (thunder crashing)

- You killed my doggie, you bitch!

- You broke my microwave, you crazy fool!

(both grunting)

(Nettie screaming)

(both grunting)

(both grunting)

(light orchestral music continues)

- Wilma?

See the windows?

They're busted!

(singing in foreign language)

(Nettie breathing heavily)

(Wilma screaming)

(both screaming)

Wilma?

You all right?

(singing in foreign language)

- Come on, bitch.

Come for me, if you're coming.

(thunder crashing)

(Nettie screaming)

(glass shattering)

(bodies thudding)

- Wilma!

Ah, I reckon you done it now, Wilma.

Yup.

(Leland laughing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Polly gasping)

- There's nothing quite so invigorating

as a crisp fall day in New England.

Don't you agree?

- Mr. Gaunt-

- Oh, Leland.

- Leland.

I'm sorry.

I can't even think.

- Forgive me, Polly, I know you are in pain.

So I shall dispense with the small talk, hmm?

I'll give you the item I called you about and send you home.

- Give it to me?

- More or less.

But let us leave that until later, shall we, hmm?

(bell ringing)

When it rains, it pours.

- Come on.

Come here.

They're after me.

- Go upstairs, Mr. Keeton, to my apartment.

Make yourself a nice cup of tea.

I'll be with you in a minute.

- I don't have a minute.

- Go upstairs.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(sirens wailing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- It was funny.

They were actually feeling much better.

And then just a few minutes before you called

they started swelling up like-

- Polly?

I know a great deal about the past.

And this, is very, very old.

Egyptian.

Not as old as the pyramids, no, but still-

- Um, do you have a glass of water?

I need to take my pills.

- Not any longer.

You see, this is called an Azca.

It is a tool of Bencalitis.

White magic.

They say it wards off pain.

- Yes.

Please, my pills.

Really, I'm not superstitious.

- Doesn't matter, Polly.

This is-

(electricity crackling)

- Oh!

- I'm sorry.

Must be the storm.

- Ah.

What storm?

- Oh, I assure you, there is one coming.

Now,

put it inside your sweater.

Wear it right next to your skin, Polly.

- My hands.

I can't even unbutton my sweater.

(Polly gasping) (electricity crackling)

(Leland growling)

(Polly gasping)

- You must never take it off, Polly.

Not ever.

- Found by husband Pete, locked in a deadly embrace.

- Alan, we got, ah...

- Now, sweetie.

Give me a break.

Can you let me do my job?

Get these people away from me.

- Back up, alright folks.

Give the sheriff some room and he'll talk to ya.

Alright?

- You got everything secure?

- Yup.

- Good Job.

Bring the camera.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Man] You let that man though with the evidence kit.

- Brian!

What are you doing here?

Get behind the tape.

There's no reason for you to be here.

Come on!

Any witnesses?

- Um, I think Mr. Jerzyck saw something

but he's not talking.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Alan sighing)

(door clicking) (gun cocking)

- Oops.

Oh, don't tell me.

They've been in your house.

They sent Norris Ridgewick.

- Yes.

Yeah, how did you know?

- They're so predictable.

- I need your advice.

I think I should kill Norris Ridgewick.

- Oh, no.

That would make things far too easy for them, Dan.

They'd come get you, hunt you down like an animal.

Cop killer.

No.

They'd have a party.

They'd get all liquored up at Sheriff Pangborn's office.

They'd go out to Homeland Cemetery

and urinate on your grave.

- Shhh.

I hate this place.

I hate these people.

- But they're all part of it, Dan.

You know that.

All your weaselly fellow selectmen,

all your so-called friends.

(Dan scoffing)

But Sheriff Pangborn, he's the big-shot ringleader.

He came in from the outside, Dan, to take over your town.

And ho boy, would he love it

if you blew away one of his little drones.

(gun clicking)

(Dan chuckling)

- So what should I do?

- Eh, Nothing.

Well I'll keep this gun for a while.

Save you from yourself.

You just go to the races tonight, Dan.

Win yourself a bundle.

Sow confusion and uncertainty amidst the enemy, yes?

- Yeah.

Confusion and uncertainty. (laughing)

- That's my boy.

See, in the meantime

I'm laying my own plans.

And when the great moment comes

for everything you do, Danforth

this one's for you.

(Dan laughing) (dramatic orchestral music)

- O mighty and eternal God,

hear our prayers for your daughter Wilma

whom you have taken from this life, to yourself.

Grant her light, happiness and peace.

Let her pass in safety through the gates of death

and dwell with all your saints in the blessed light-

- The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness

for his namesake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death.

- [Brian] Listen, I need to talk to the sheriff.

- Now now, son, sheriff's got his hands full.

- Brian you didn't happen to see this happen, did you?

- No.

- Well,

do you have any idea who threw these apples?

- No.

- Well then maybe you better go on home.

- [Man] Watch it, kid.

- Easy.

Whoa, easy Brian.

- Why'd they do it, I mean, if you had to guess?

- You're asking the wrong guy.

I don't understand anyone anymore.

- Brian,

bang!

(dramatic orchestral music)

- You want the knife or the cleaver?

- Mmm.

(phone ringing)

- Yeah!

Right.

Yes.

Right.

Okay.

Now, it's the Exact in the third.

Yup.

Tammy's Wonder in the fourth.

Yes, damn it!

By George in the fifth.

Then Pucky Boy,

Casco Thunder,

yes, god damn it, I am sure.

$10,000 on each.

Hey, Marty,

Marty, Marty, you know I'm good for it, okay.

Yeah, of course!

(laughing) Yeah.

Now, let's talk about the eighth, Hmm?

- Norris? - Yeah.

- Smell something? - Yeah.

(flies buzzing)

- Oh, Jesus!

Oh, no.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Brian groaning)

(Brian groaning)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(explosion booming) (Brian breathing heavily)

(Leland sighing)

(Leland chuckling)

(birds squawking)

- I can't believe that somebody didn't hear

or see something.

- Morning, Norris.

- Nice of you to drop by, Deputy Ridgewick.

- Went by Nettie's again this morning.

Found this in the alley behind her house.

- Yup.

I bet Wilma could've done the job on the dog

with that knife, all right.

- Well congratulations, Deputy.

Nice work.

Run it for prints.

I'll bet you 10-to-one they're not Wilma's.

- Wh-why not?

I mean, it figures, if Nettie threw the apples,

Wilma must've killed the dog.

- 'Cause Nettie didn't throw those apples.

Would you go to someone to kill 'em

and then spend a half hour breaking all their windows first?

- I don't think so.

Not Nettie Cobb.

- But if Nettie didn't throw those apples, then who did?

- Maybe the same person who through the turkey stuff.

- Same person who killed her damn dog.

- Where you going?

- I'm gonna pay Brian Rusk a visit.

And I want you guys to canvass the neighborhood.

Somebody must've seen something.

- You heard the man. - Sure did.

♪ Brown paper packages tied up with strings ♪

♪ These are a few of my favorite things ♪

- Oh, yes!

I'm so thrilled!

Thank you, Mr. Gaunt.

- Allow me.

Now don't forget.

- Oh, no.

No, I won't forget.

(bell ringing)

(bell ringing)

(phone ringing)

- Sheila, I'm not kidding ya.

Most disgusting murder I've seen in my six years.

I mean even worse than that lady with the meat grinder.

- I don't want to hear.

Hello, sheriff's department.

I'm sorry, Father.

He's uh, not here right now.

Can I take a message?

- Sheila, is this for me?

- I'll tell him.

Thank you. - Is this for me?

- I have no idea what that is, Norris.

- It looks like a present, Norris.

Why don't you go and open it?

(trap clicking)

- Shoot!

Ow!

Gosh darn it!

Get it off!

Get it off! - Norris hold still!

Hold still, Norris!

- Shoot!

Shoot!

- There's a note come with it.

- Shoot! - Let me see that.

- "Crip space is all yours now."

- Buster, That son of a bitch!

Damn!

- Should've read the card first.

(bell ringing)

- Good morning. - I'm Frank Jewett, principle-

- Principle of Castle Rock High School.

I'm honored sir.

- May I see that book?

- "Treasure Island".

First edition actually.

Signed by Robert Louis Stevenson himself.

- It's magnificent.

- Take a gander.

If it's too hot in here Mr. Jewett,

just say the word.

I'm afraid I have a tendency to turn up the heat.

(police radio chattering)

♪ Shall I stay ♪

♪ Would it be a sin ♪

(doorbell ringing)

♪ Falling in love with you ♪

♪ Like a river flows ♪

♪ Surely to the sea ♪

♪ Darling, so it goes ♪

- [Alan] Mrs. Rusk?

♪ Some things are meant to be ♪

- Brian!

You around?

♪ Take my hand ♪

♪ Take my whole life too ♪

♪ Love with you ♪

- Oh.

♪ Like a river flows ♪

♪ Surely to the sea ♪

♪ Darling, so it goes ♪

♪ Some things are meant to be ♪

♪ Take my hand ♪

(Leland laughing)

- Well,

I think we have a deal.

Enjoy your purchase.

- Thank you.

- Brian, hi.

Is your mom around?

- I don't know.

I mean what difference does it make?

All she does is sit in her room and talk

to that stupid statue.

- You were trying to tell me something last night back there

out at the Jerzyk farm, weren't you?

What was it?

- Nothing, anymore.

- Well what's bothering you, son?

Hmm?

You don't have to be afraid.

- I'm not afraid.

- Between you and me, baloney.

- Look, he's a monster.

- A what?

Who?

- I dreamt about him last night.

Only he's real.

- Sometimes if you talk about it, the scary stuff goes away.

- No, No, not monsters.

- Even monsters, Bri.

Whoa.

(gun cocking)

- Don't come any closer.

You'll get the stuff on ya.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Okay, Brian.

Take it easy.

Take it easy, now.

You tell me what you're really scared of

and I know we can make it go away.

- No.

It's too late.

I got to go.

I got to go to Hell!

- What do you mean?

- Don't go in that store.

Don't go near it!

- Okay, I promise.

I promise ya I'll never go in there.

What store are you talking about?

Needful Things?

- It's a poison place.

And he's a poison man.

- Who's a poison man?

- Mr. Gaunt.

Only he's not a man.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

- Ah!

Mickey Mantle.

1956.

It's signed to you and everything.

It's yours, huh?

Boy, you sure don't want to lose something like this.

- Mickey Mantle sucks!

- Nooo!

(gun firing)

(thunder crashing)

(bell ringing)

- Mr. Gaunt? - I am he.

- Reverend Rose, sir,

of the First Baptist Church of Castle Rock.

May I take this opportunity to welcome you to Castle Rock

on the good Lord's behalf?

- Why not?

- Excellent.

Excellent.

And now, because time is so short-

- Oh I quite agree.

- Pardon?

- Time, it's much later than we think.

- Indeed.

Hence my unusual urgency when I ask,

what faith, sir, are you?

- What faith?

- Religion.

You're not, uh

Catholic, are you?

- You might say that I am,

well, nondenominational.

- Ah-hah!

I knew it!

Then you will have little objection

to my placing this in your front window.

- Uh, I couldn't possibly do that.

You see, in, in, eh,

you see I, like you, am here to serve everyone.

However, by way of compensation,

perhaps I may offer you something, which might interest you.

Say, how about an objet d'art?

What is your preference, Reverend?

Asian, Roman?

That is 2nd century, Reverend.

See, wasn't it St. Augustine who said,

"Make me chaste, O Lord.

But not-not yet, not yet?"

(dramatic orchestral music) (choir singing)

- Father.

- Reverend.

(choir singing)

(bell ringing)

Hello.

- Father Meehan.

- I was simp, wondering, eh,

the chalice.

- (laughing) You look like a man who can't resist anything.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Except temptation.

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

- Mrs. Rusk are you okay?

Mrs. Rusk?

Officer Clutterbuck is going to give you a ride

to the hospital.

- Mam.

- Is he uh-

- Doc says he's gonna be fine.

No thanks to me.

If I'd been a split second quicker I could have stopped it.

- That's not true Alan you saved that kid's life.

- Where'd he get the gun?

- Oh, it's registered to Dan Keeton.

- That son of a bitch!

First he sends me a rat trap in a bag.

Now he's giving guns to kids.

- I need some information, Norris.

Fast.

I want you to call the Attorney General's office in Augusta.

Have them check on a Leland Gaunt.

He's the guy who runs that Needful Things store.

He says he's from Akron, Ohio.

He's running some kind of con.

- Alan, almost forgot, the, uh,

the fingerprints on the knife,

you were right.

They belong to Hugh Priest.

- Oh, boy.

- You want I should pick him up?

- You bet.

(thunder crashing)

(air hissing)

♪ Going down the road ♪

♪ Same old same old ♪

♪ Oh I know ♪

(air hissing)

♪ Steady as you go ♪

♪ Underneath it all ♪

♪ I won't go, you know ♪

♪ One of you is mine ♪

♪ One of you is mine ♪

♪ One of ♪

(foot thudding)

- You asshole!

That's it for you.

No, you're out of here!

- Watch the jacket, Henry!

- [Henry] Miserable little drunk!

- I'm gonna fire his butt first thing Monday morning.

Everybody that's got it coming

is gonna get it now. (laughing)

- Including you, Buster.

- Meaning?

- (sighing) Meaning, Norris Ridgewick

is hunting your fat head.

Buster.

- Is he?

- They're all talking about it too.

Norris told John LaPointe.

John LaPointe told his wife.

And she told everybody else.

We all know what you're hiding,

(Mrs. Rusk coughing)

- Get out of here!

(Hugh grunting)

(thunder crashing)

- You bastard!

(dramatic orchestral music)

Oh, no.

You can't be closed!

I need your help!

(Hugh screaming) (thunder crashing)

- My friend, you look a fright.

Please, step right in.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(door knocking)

- Alan, what's wrong?

- Brian Rusk tried to kill himself.

- Oh God!

- He's alive.

But I was there, and I could've stopped him.

11-year-old kid tries to eat a bullet.

- Why?

- I don't know.

Polly, when,

did Nettie ever say anything to you about Gaunt?

Anything strange?

- What do you mean?

- You got any aspirin?

My head's ripped apart.

- Henry Beaufort.

That bastard runs the Mellow Tiger, cut my tires,

threw me out in the rain in my beautiful jacket.

- Maybe then you should just go take care of Henry

once and for all, Hugh.

- Once and for all? - Yeah.

But don't be afraid of it, Hugh.

Guns don't kill people.

People kill people.

You know, Hugh, I've been in this business a long time.

And I've learned the pleasure

of offering my customers what they really need.

When I started out, I was just a poor wandering peddler

on the blind face of a distant land.

Moving, always moving.

Always gone.

Asia, Anatolia,

Palestine, Macedonia,

year after year after year.

In Europe,

when the plague raged and the dead carts rolled,

I had to travel quickly from town to town,

from country to country.

I sold my wares from a wagon,

drawn by a slat-thin horse with burning eyes,

and a tongue black as a killer's heart.

But in the end, I always offered them weapons.

And they always bought.

But of course, I was gone

before they finally realized what I'd purchased.

- Oh, Jesus!

- The young carpenter from Nazareth?

I knew him well.

Promising young man.

He died badly.

Good night, Hugh.

God Bless.

(bell ringing)

Next!

- What's this?

- What's what?

- This.

- Percadan.

It's empty.

- Can't be empty.

- Yeah, it can.

Just don't lie to me.

You know it hurts.

- I didn't lie to you.

And they don't hurt.

Not anymore.

But I didn't take these pills.

I haven't taken any in a long while.

- Fine.

Fine, whatever.

(Alan sighing)

Here.

What is this?

Gaunt gave this to you.

- Well, he didn't give it to me.

- And then it made the pain go away, didn't it?

Take it off.

It's a disease it looks like a cure.

- Are you crazy?

- Take it off.

I want to see what's inside this

god damn thing.

- Stop it, Alan!

No!

It's Bencalitis.

- Bencalitis?

Will you listen to yourself?

- All I know is it works.

- You've had remissions before.

- This is not a remission.

What's the matter with you?

Don't you want me to feel better?

- Take it easy, will you?

- No, you take it easy!

They're my hands!

You're not the one who can't sleep at night.

You're not the one with the

goddamn oversized buttons on the telephone.

- Yeah.

And an oversized Percadan prescription.

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

Yes, he is.

He's right here,

whoever he is.

- Yeah?

Okay.

Okay.

That's what I thought.

Thanks, Norris.

Mr. Leland Gaunt never ran a business in Akron, Ohio.

- You checked on him?

- You bet your life I did!

- Why?

He's a good man.

- He's a con man, Polly, or something worse.

There've been two murders and an attempted suicide

in this quiet little town in the last 48 hours

and Mr. Leland Gaunt is at the bottom of it.

- Wilma Jerzyk killed Nettie.

Brian shot himself.

You were there.

Where you going?

It's pouring.

- I know.

Good.

He'll be home.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(thunder crashing)

(police radio chattering)

(door knocking)

(door knocking)

(thunder crashing) (suspenseful orchestral music)

(Polly gasping)

(thunder crashing)

(Polly gasping)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(object clattering)

(door banging)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(soft clicking)

(electricity crackling) (Polly screaming)

(Polly gasping)

(Polly groaning)

(Polly screaming)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(thunder crashing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Polly gasping) (Polly sobbing)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(thunder crashing)

- Put it on.

Put it back on, Polly.

The pain will go away.

I promise.

- What's inside it?

I have to know.

- I'm terribly sorry.

I can't tell you that.

That would spoil the fun, wouldn't it?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(thunder crashing)

$20.

Does that seem a fair price to ease the pain?

- My purse.

- $20.

And a small favor.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- What sort of favor?

- You won't squeal to your boytriend now, huh?

About this little transaction will you?

Pittsburgh they say is a brutal sort.

- What sort of favor?

- Nothing grand.

Just a kiss.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(bell ringing)

(voices whispering)

(fire whooshing)

You don't look happy, Polly.

The pain may be gone but I warn you,

blessings like mine won't work for long

when people aren't happy.

- What are you?

- And you don't want things to go back

the way they were do you?

- [Polly] No.

- Because nobody understands.

Not even Alan.

He doesn't know what it's like,

to wake up two in the morning with hell in his hands,

does he?

- I love him.

- He's a liar.

- No, he's not.

- And a thief.

- No.

- Alan and old Buster Keeton

have been embezzling from the town treasury, dear lady.

And the tax man is closing in.

Have I struck a nerve?

All he's going to do is cause you pain.

Do as I say

and you'll never feel pain again, Polly.

You see when everything else is gone,

isn't a young woman at least entitled

to a prize,

to the coin without which your purse is entirely empty, huh?

- Oh, oh, please!

Oh, please!

Oh, please!

- Oh, I've always

so enjoyed those ladies who take great pride in themselves.

(dramatic orchestral music) (thunder crashing)

Oh, Polly.

You must realize what a deep pleasure it is

doing business with you.

(wind howling) (voices whispering)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(thunder crashing)

- Alan?

Alan?

(thunder crashing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

Oh, Alan.

(thunder crashing) (Norris snoring)

- Jesus Christ, Alan.

- He was there.

Every time, he was there.

- What?

Who?

- Look at this.

England, Ohio, Honolulu, Chicago, Sacramento,

Cuba.

Castle Rock.

- Who?

Who was where?

- Gaunt.

Mr. Leland Gaunt.

Every goddamn time.

- Co-come on, Alan.

1894?

(phone ringing)

- Sheriff's Department. - It's Polly, Alan.

Where the hell are you?

I just tried calling your place.

- [Polly] I'm on your boat.

How could you?

- How could I what?

Listen, I want to find him.

Call up Andy and John.

APB, the works.

Also state.

I also want an APB on Dan Keeton, Hugh Priest.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

What?

- I found the money, Alan. - Hold it.

What money?

- The money that you and Dan Keeton

have been embezzling from the town treasury.

- Wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

Wha, what are you talking about?

- [Polly]I can put two and two together, Alan.

I'm not stupid.

I heard you covering up for him on the phone

with that tax guy.

I saw the two of you at his dealership the other night.

I'm standing here looking at thousands

of dollars on your desk.

- Who the hell's been planting this idea in your head?

You been talking to Gaunt?

Polly, listen to me.

I don't know what you found but first

of all, if I stole some money

you think I'd le-leave it laying around on my desk?

The guy is evil.

Don't go near him.

He's Brian's monster.

Somehow, I've, there, there are newspapers, Polly.

He's not a human being.

- Andy.

Andy, this is Norris.

Listen.

Get over to the office right now.

- Leland?

You're calling him Leland? - Don't ask why.

Just do it.

- Polly, listen to me.

Stay where you are, okay?

Look, stay there will ya.

I'm coming right over, okay?

I'm coming home.

- Alan, wait a minute.

What do you mean, "He's a monster?"

I met the guy.

Listen, he looks like my uncle.

(car crashing)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

M-my car!

(car crashing)

You son of a bitch!

(car crashing)

- I'll get you!

I'll get all of ya!

- Get this, you fat freak.

(Dan grunting)

Shoot!

(both grunting)

(both grunting)

- Look!

What, you think I wouldn't know?

Huh?

With your name on every god damn ticket!

Making fun of me?

God damn you son of a bitch!

(both grunting)

You!

The little punk works for you!

(both grunting)

(Dan grunting)

- Son of a bitch!

Gave that little kid your gun!

What the hell are you thinking about, Keeton?

Hey Norris, you still alive?

Huh?

(Dan screaming)

Can you handle this or not?

Get your breath.

Okay, you all right?

You okay?

- Yeah.

- Look at me. - Yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

- Get your self together.

Lock this idiot up!

I gotta go see Polly.

(engine starting)

(siren wailing)

(Dan groaning)

- Alone at last.

You pathetic piece of slime.

- I am not a piece of slime!

- Shut up!

This is for my surprise package.

- No!

No,

(gun clicking)

Oh!

No, no!

- Buster.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(gun clicking)

- Gotcha.

(Norris grunting)

- Na, na na, na na, naaa! (laughing)

- Polly?

You here?

Pol?

(dramatic orchestral music)

(car horn honking)

- Myrtle!

(car horn honking)

Come on!

Myrtle!

Ha!

I thought you died on the john.

- Danforth.

What's wrong?

- Oh, nothing's wrong.

Things are better than they've been in years.

I just, uh, need a little help.

That's all.

- Danforth, you're handcuffed to the door.

- Aren't you the freaking genius? (laughing)

Give me that hacksaw, will you?

- What did you do?

- Forget the hacksaw.

Give me that hammer and the big screwdriver.

Now, you moron!

(Myrtle gasping)

Where do you think you're going?

- Danforth, I can't reach.

- Oh, that's a drill.

Did I ask for a drill?

Why won't you help me?

- Danforth, I-I can't see.

- Guess you want me to let you, uh, go

so you can run back in the house and call them, huh?

Ah.

That's one.

Now how about trying for two?

(Dan laughing)

Yeah.

- Danforth, you broke the law, didn't ya?

- (scoffing) Did I break their law?

Huh?

How about you, Myrtle?

Did you break the law?

Did you sleep with him just to humiliate me?

- Who?

Did I what?

- Norris Ridgewick.

Did you love him?

After the two of you, put up all those

goddamn parking tickets all over my house?

- No.

And it's our house, Buster.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Ah.

Stop looking at me!

All of you!

(glass shattering)

(phone ringing)

Who are you?

- It's me, Dan.

Your master's voice.

How is it going?

- I killed my wife.

Is that wrong?

I didn't mean to.

- Hey, these things happen.

Did she deserve it?

- I don't know.

I really loved her.

- Well, there are those times when you simply must

hurt the ones you love, Dan.

I just can't picture Danforth Keeton

doing something to someone who didn't deserve it.

You aren't that kind of guy, are you?

- No.

I don't know anymore.

- Get a hold of yourself, Danforth.

It's no good, all this self-pity.

Why don't you hop in your car, come see me?

Huh?

I've got something for you.

I think you'll get a bang out of it.

- Right now?

- No time like the present.

Humanity.

So noble.

Always willing to sacrifice

the other fellow.

- Good night.

Good night, Rob.

(soft country music)

(thunder rumbling)

♪ It brings memories tonight ♪

♪ But tomorrow ♪

♪ It wasn't dark ♪

♪ In the honky tonk ♪

- (sobbing) "Holy Mary, Mother of God.

Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.

Holy Mary, Mother of God.

Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.

Amen.

Holy Mary, Mother of God.

Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.

Amen.

(upbeat country music)

(gun cocking)

(gun firing)

(gun cocking)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Hello, Henry.

- Hello, Hugh.

(guns firing)

- "Amen.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now

and at the hour of our death.

Amen." (gasping)

- Who are you talking to there, Danny boy?

- God.

Just God.

- On my time?

- I ju-just want to tell you that, um, I'm really scared.

- You tell me nothing.

I tell you everything.

They have it coming, Dan.

You know that do you?

- Yeah, yeah I know.

So why don't you just crush 'em all now?

Why don't you just split the earth wide open?

- Because I don't work miracles.

I'm not the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.

I'm just one lonely guy.

- Please!

Please, please,

I just want to die.

Please, I just want to die.

- I won't disappoint you.

I promise.

Come see me when you're done.

- Yeah,

- Oh, Dan, one more thing.

You know,

the steeple?

I hate those things.

Now dig. - Yeah I'm gonna, I'll dig.

Here.

I'll dig.

Dig.

Dig.

Dig, dig, dig!

I'm digging!

- You're disgusting, Dan. - Yes!

Yes.

- I like that in a person.

- Yeah, I know.

Yes!

Yes!

Thank you!

Thank you!

Thank you!

Thank you!

(dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

- Near as I can figure, Hugh came in had this gun.

Henry as you know

kept his bartender special behind the bar and

evidently they had an old fashioned shoot out.

And I can't figures out Hugh got a hold of a gun like this.

Sorry about Buster.

I messed up.

I'll get that son of a bitch.

(thunder crashing) (police radio chattering)

- I gotta make this stop.

- How?

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Howdy, Sheriff.

- Where is she?

- Going on with her life.

Without you.

She doesn't believe in you anymore, Alan.

She believes in me.

- The Devil's voice is sweet to hear.

- (chuckling) The Devil.

I wouldn't go around saying anything crazy

like that to all those people down there.

They might just put you away for good.

- I want her back, Gaunt.

- Why?

Say, just say,

you need her. (laughing)

- You son of a bitch!

(Leland grunting)

- Temper, temper, Sheriff.

It's a waste of energy.

You can't win.

I've got God on my side.

I make him look good you see.

So in his infinite wisdom he tolerates

my little shenanigans.

A famine here, a flood there.

A little blood lust.

A broken heart.

So get off my case copper.

I'm just a fall guy.

(dramatic orchestral music) (Leland grunting)

- Come on, damn you!

Fight back!

Get up!

Fight back!

(Leland grunting) (dramatic orchestral music)

Fight back!

Come on!

(Leland grunting)

- Alan! - Fight back!

- Alan!

Alan!

Whoa, easy baby.

Easy, easy, easy, easy.

- You'd better stop him, Norris.

He looks like a man who's done this before.

- You okay, Sir?

- Oh, that poor man is crazy!

But don't worry.

I won't press charges.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(door clicking)

- Why are you here?

- Got no where else to go.

Polly, listen to me.

- I watched you beat up Leland.

You're gone, Al.

(thunder crashing)

- I love you.

I didn't take any money.

I swear to god.

This town's going bad.

- Hell, I think maybe you're a part of the madness.

- Yeah, well I'm going to stop it or die trying.

(thunder crashing)

(dramatic orchestral music) (choir singing)

(door creaking)

- Who's there?

Oh, Alan.

It's late.

- I need to talk to you, Father.

- What's the matter?

You look, oh, certainly, come in.

Come in.

- Father, I'm,

I'm not a religious man.

I mean I don't

know what I believe, exactly.

I used to think it didn't matter along as you

did a decent thing.

- Well, as long as you do it doesn't.

Don't say I said that.

- Do you believe in the Devil, Father?

- I guess I have to.

You can't have one without the other.

But do you believe in God, Alan?

- What's he look like? - Look like?

- Yeah.

The Devil.

What the hell does he look like?

- He looks like you and me, I imagine.

- So he could get his claws in us

without our ever knowing it.

Make us do things that we normally would never do.

Terrible things.

- No, no.

No, I don't think so, Alan.

People have a choice.

- I'm not so sure.

This is a good town.

- Right.

- Was a good town.

A lot of decent, ordinary people.

A little confused, a little messed up but

still a good town.

Huh.

Only now the Devil is here.

- Oh, the Devil's always here, Alan.

And he's always in our hearts.

But with the good Lord's help, we can help cast him out.

- Not in our freaking hearts.

In our town.

Right outside, in our streets.

The Devil is in Castle Rock.

His name's Leland Gaunt.

Father.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Father.

I need your help to get rid of him.

- No.

Leland Gaunt is a decent man.

- My God.

He got to you, too.

- If there's a devil in this town,

it's that damned Reverend Willie Rose.

(explosions booming)

(fire crackling)

- You believe me now, Father?

You still think he's a decent man?

The Devil just blew up your damn church!

- That's not the Devil.

It's those stupid Baptists!

(suspenseful orchestral music) (choir singing)

Rose!

Rose!

Damn you to hell!

(thunder crashing)

(electricity crackling)

(explosion booming)

No!

(wood crashing)

(bell clanging)

(explosion booming)

No!

(Father screaming)

(Father gasping)

(thunder crashing)

(people screaming)

(woman screaming)

(glass shattering)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Father!

Get out of here!

Myra.

Myra, what are you doing here?

- The baptist church is on fire, too, Alan.

The Catholics bombed it.

- That's not true, just calm down.

Will you go home.

Everybody get out of here!

Get off the streets!

(woman screaming)

There's no reason to be out.

Just go on home!

Go home!

Everything's gonna be alright, Myra.

- No it's not, Alan.

(tires screeching)

(cars crashing)

(all shouting)

- Son of a bitch!

I'll teach you.

(men grunting)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Frank, Frank, Frank!

What are, what are you doing?

- The bastard took my "Huckleberry Finn".

- What?

- Mark Twain, first edition!

Get out of my way! - He's crazy!

- You okay? - Think so.

- Huh?

You all right?

- Yeah, yeah. - Get in the truck, go home,

watch some television or something.

- [Man] Son of a bitch!

That's my needful thing!

I'll break your arm!

(engine revving) (all shouting)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(gun cocking)

(siren wailing)

- You crazy son of a bitch!

(all shouting)

(glass shattering)

Hey!

Hey!

(gun firing)

Get away from there!

Come on, move it!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Go!

Move it!

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(siren wailing)

- Jesus Christ, Alan, all hell's broke loose.

Them Baptists are running around crazy

'cause their church is on fire.

Plus somebody went and,

and killed Myrtle Keeton with a hammer.

What the hell happened here?

Jeez.

(glass shattering)

You son of a bitch! - Norris!

(explosion booming)

You all right?

- What?

- Are you all right?

- Never felt better.

(explosion booming) - Call the state police.

Tell them we got a riot on our hands.

- My pleasure.

Where the hell did Buster get dynamite?

- It wasn't Buster.

- What?

- It wasn't Buster!

(gun firing)

- Rose!

In the name of Christ, man, beg for his mercy!

'Cause you'll get none from me.

- Be struck down by his almighty, swift sword!

- Stop it! - Meehan, you godless heathen!

- Rot in hell, Willie Rose!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(men grunting)

- Stop it!

Father, stop it!

You'll kill him!

- Go to hell!

- So help me stop it or I'll blow your head off!

- Now, there's an idea.

- Put the ax down now.

- Go to hell!

- Shoot him.

- Put it down!

- Forget you!

- Kill them, kill them!

Kill them all!

Let god sort them out!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Rose gasping)

- No!

(gun firing)

No!

- Oh, you wussy!

- No more killing.

Not in Castle Rock!

Not me!

Not you!

Not anybody!

This thing stops now!

Listen to me!

All of you!

This man here,

Leland Gaunt.

- We're waiting.

- He came here to destroy us.

To make us destroy ourselves.

Can't you see what's happening here?

This is what he needs.

This is what he wants.

He's got us all lined up like a

bunch of human fuse boxes.

He hot wires Wilma Jerzyk to Nettie Cobb,

except he does it with wires

from two other fuse boxes,

Brian Rusk and whoever it was that skinned that poor dog

because it sure as wasn't Wilma, was it, Pete?

- No, sir.

- Then he cross-wires all the rest of us the same way.

What did he make you do, Eddie, Myra, Frank?

How about you, Karen?

What price did you have to pay for your needful thing?

Hmm?

Father Meehan,

Reverend Rose, look at yourselves.

Is this who you are?

You really wanna kill each other

over a difference of ideas?

Cora.

Your little boy's in a hospital because he knew

what this man is.

And he tried to tell me,

but I got sucked in just like everybody else.

Don't you see what he's done?

We're all decent people!

We are!

And he's preyed on our weaknesses and our

hatred and our greed!

And our prejudice and our fear!

Don't you understand, he runs on hate.

And he's used it,

to turn us all against each other.

Wilma Jerzyk, Nettie Cobb,

Dan Keeton, Norris Ridgewick,

- Alan Pangborn and Polly Chalmers.

(all murmuring)

- He made me go steal Mr. Jewett's "Huckleberry Finn".

- Frank, what did he make you do?

- He made me rip up Ruth Roberts' flower bed.

- He made me send that letter to Father Meehan.

- I gave the rat trap to Norris Ridgewick.

(all gasping)

- He had me slash Hugh Priest's tires.

- I was the one that planted the money on your boat, Alan.

I'm sorry.

- This is pathetic.

You're all so pathetic.

Look at you.

Puppets, all of you.

And he's pulling the strings.

Listen, I dealt as I always do.

I show people what I have to sell

and then I let them make up their own minds.

Is that so wrong?

I ask you?

- You're done here, Gaunt.

You're busted.

You're finished in this town.

(gun firing) (all shouting)

- Alan!

- Oops!

(gun cocking)

- Anybody's finished in this town it's you, Pangborn.

- Finally, a man with some sense.

- You guys sound like a freaking AA meeting.

"Hi.

My name is Dan

and I'm here to blow up your stupid town!"

(all shouting)

You're all gonna pay big!

Pay huge! (laughing)

- Be calm, folks.

Don't give him a reason.

- I got a reason, you pinhead!

I got a lifetime full of reasons!

- Talk, talk, talk.

For Christ's sake!

Just blow them away, Dan.

- Don't do it, Dan.

Don't let this third-rate

bastard turn you into something worse than he is.

- Shut up, Pangborn!

It's too late.

- Listen to me. - Don't move!

Don't you move!

- Time's running out, Buster.

- I killed my Myrtle already.

Now I just got to die.

- No, you don't, Dan.

You didn't kill your Myrtle.

He did.

You don't have to do this.

- Yes, you do.

- Yes, I do. - Yes, you do.

- Yeah I do.

- Well then take me with you.

Just me.

I'm the ringleader.

Let these other people go.

- No.

- No. - Oh, for Christ's sake!

Put this town out of its misery, Buster!

They're whipping you, Buster.

They're making you walk their walk and talk their talk.

Just do it, Buster.

- You're just like the rest of them.

It's you!

It was you all along, you scuzzbucket.

- Oh, sticks and stones will break my bones, but names

will never hurt me.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Yeah, You killed my Myrtle.

Move back. - I killed Myrtle?

Oh hey,

don't blame me.

Blame it on the bossa nova.

But how about you take some responsibility yourself

for once in your life, Buster?

- I just got one thing to say to you.

Don't call me Buster.

(glass shattering) (suspenseful orchestral music)

(explosions booming)

(explosion booming)

- [Man] Help me over here!

Give me a hand over here.

Over here!

(all chattering)

- You okay, buddy?

- Yeah, you?

- Yeah.

- Shouldn't have called him Buster. (chuckling)

- Oh!

Well, you know, there are days when I really hate this job.

This is not my best work, not by a long shot.

No.

Sure, a few murders

and a couple of rather lovely explosions.

I would hardly call it a rousing success, but,

what the hell?

I'll be back.

- Not in this town.

- (chuckling) In the meantime,

you and Polly, you are two terrific kids.

Eh, you'll marry her.

Trust me.

She's a lovely girl, Al.

You'll have a wonderful family.

And oh,

by the way, give my regards to your grandson.

Bob will be his name.

International trade his game.

I'll see him in Jakarta, 2053.

August 14th, 10 a.m.

A nice, sunny day.

We'll make headlines.

Catch.

- Ow!

(metal sizzling)

(dramatic orchestral music) (choir singing)

(engine starting)

(engine revving)

(siren wailing)

(light orchestral music)

- May I have my ring back?

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