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(Door opening)

- (Ben) Mr. Crockett?
- Yes.

My name is Mears. Ben Mears.

I'm looking for a place to rent.

- Hmm. For how long?
- Ah, six months maybe.

- Family?

- Furnished?
- Yes.

I can't think of any.

- How about that house on the hill?
- Which house?

The one as you come into town.

(Larry) The Marsten House?

- Is that for sale or rent?
- It's sold.

I can't think of anything, not offhand.

You might try
Eva Miller's boarding house.

It's real nice.

It's on Railroad Street.

- You go...
- Yeah, I remember.

- You remember?
- Thank you very much.

(Door opens and closes)

Are you a writer?

- Yes.
- What do you write?

- Books.
- Have I read any?

- Have you read any books?
- Your books.

I don't know.

How do I get breakfast?

Oh, the kitchen's open to one and all.
Just keep your things stored separate.

- Uh, do you work at night?
- Sometimes.

Well, you can't work too late
because you can disturb...

I... I won't.

- (Sighs) Well, I hope you like it.
- I'm sure I will.

- How come you came here?
- Real estate man sent me.

No, I mean to Salem's Lot.

Strangers don't usually come here
this time of year. Not yet.

I'm not a stranger.

(Footsteps approaching)

That's no way to leave a book.

You know, a book like that,
you're gonna break the binding.

It's you, isn't it?

It is you.

People ought to respect a book.

Even if it isn't especially well-written.

- It's well-written.
- Do you mind if I sit down?

No, not at all.

Why did you call it "Air Dancer"?

Did you read the book?

Well, no, not all of it, um...

In fact, I was just getting into it.

- In fact...
- In fact, you got bored.

No, not in fact.

I just, um...

...wanted to finish this first.

- I'm gonna read it.
- Oh, you don't have to.

Wait, what's your name?

Susan. Norton.

I teach art at Holly Elementary.

My father's a doctor in town.

You know, the reason that I, um...
actually took your book out of the library

is because I read your other one.

Do you wanna have some dinner?

- Oh, you got a boyfriend.
-Um...

Well, not exactly.

It says here you're married,
no children.

- Still married, still no children?
- Ah...

She died. I got no children.

I got some memories.

Some of them good,
some of them not so good.

You didn't answer my question.

- Which one was that?
- Dinner.

I'd love to.

Good evening.

(Starts engine)

- Good night.
- See you tomorrow.

And, uh... tomorrow night.

You're sure?
You're absolutely sure?

Look, he's got to make a delivery
and a pickup.

Besides, he always calls.

You know that.

Good night, honey.

(Indistinct chatter on TV)

Hi, honey.

What are you watching?

Nothin'.

(Chuckles)

Wanna stay home tonight?

Sure, why not?

Thank you.

So, you're staying at Eva Miller's?

I don't mind telling you,
she was quite a dish.

We kids used to watch her
sashaying down the street.

- Bill.
- Well, we did.

- (Chuckles) Men.
- Men.

(Clattering)

Would you like some coffee,
Mr. Mears?

- Oh, yes, please.
- How do you take it, Ben?

- Black.
- Dad?

- You know what I think of caffeine.
- And you still drink coffee.

Mornings only,
and I don't recommend it.

Yeah, Eva married this fellow
called Weasel Phillips.

And he came up
to about here on her.

Thin as a heron's leg.
Smelled like a skunk.

Never made a decent living.
Nobody could figure out why.

They got divorced,
but he's still living over there.

Life in a small town.

What is he really doing
in Salem's Lot?

Writing a book, he says.

- Did he say about what?
- No, he didn't say, and I didn't ask him.

Hey, uh... where are we going?

Well, there's The Dell,
the movies in Bangor.

And then there's the lake.

And where do you wanna go?

Let's go to the lake.

Getting warmer.

(Door opens and closes)

That's very good of you
to come over, Mr. Crockett.

I need your help again.

Always glad to be of assistance.

Yes, I... |-I appreciate that.

And, as I've told you,
you will be amply rewarded.

Now, I'd like you to have your truck
at the Portland docks tonight.

Seven o'clock sharp,
at the Custom House Wharf.

All arrangements have been made.

Seven o'clock, Custom House.

Two movers will be sufficient, I think.

Two men.

I have a very valuable, uh... sideboard,
a Hepplewhite, that has to be picked up.

It's to be taken to the house.

You won't be there?

No, I must drive into Boston.
I'll be back tomorrow morning.

And there's just one other thing.

You will procure four stout padlocks.

- Four?
- Mm-hmm. Four.

And your men will leave the keys
for all four locks on the basement table.

And when they leave,
they will padlock the bulkhead door,

the front door, the back door
and the shed garage.

You have that?

I have it.

Thank you very much, Mr. Crockett.

I'm extremely pleased
that I can always call on you.

That you can.

And Mr. Barlow?

Oh, I've told you,
you should be meeting him soon.

Very soon, Mr. Crockett,
and I'm sure that he'll find it a pleasure.

(Door opens and closes)

(Sighs)

1776.

The winds of revolt swept through
the township of Jerusalem's Lot,

soon to be known as Salem's Lot.

Down with the British.
Hooray for freedom.

Men took out their long rifles,
kissed their wives and children goodbye,

and marched off
to join George Washington.

Yes, Salem's Lot had its share of heroes,
living and dead.

But they had fought
for the greatest treasure of all, liberty.

& O beautiful for spacious skies... $

Mr. Burke.

Are the kids still running the pageant?

What?

Are the kids still running
the school pageant?

With a little editorial help from me.

Very little, as I remember.

My name is Ben Mears.
You probably don't remember me.

Oh, of course I do.
I've read your books.

I wouldn't have written them
if it hadn't been for you.

Well, you just said a very large thing.

I'd like you to explain it.

- Can't we talk about it tonight?
- Oh, sure.

Hey, there, teacher.
Can I carry your books for you?

Oh, uh... Sorry.

- No, that's alright.
- I'll...

Do you have your car with you?

No, I came by to see Jason Burke.

Thought I'd wait around for you.
Take a walk home.

- I won't do that again.
- Hey, come on.

Um... will you wait for me here, please?

- Get in.

- Susan...
- You have no right to do this.

You said you loved me.

- You'd said it.
- That was 100 years ago.

It has nothing to do with him.

So, you were doing something
up at the lake.

Oh, please.

(Revs engine)

(Tires screeching)

What's this all about anyway?
You got any idea?

He wants Boom-Boom Bonnie
to think he's going to Portland.

As a matter of fact,
Crockett himself set this trip up.

Larry Crockett?

What's he got to do with this?

Larry Crockett and Boom-Boom Bonnie?

(Laughs) Oh!

- What's he gonna do?
- Well...

What would you do if you had
a 12-gauge sitting in your garage?

(Groans) Oh, gee!
What did you say was in this?

- A sideboard.
- Man...

A sideboard.

You know...

It's funny, this crate feels very cold.

Well, it's been sitting out here.

I don't like it.

I mean, it's really strange.
It feels cold.

Well, why don't you pry it?
You wanna pry it open?

- You wanna pry it open?
- No.

- Let's move it out, fellas.
- Alright, we're goin'.

- Do you wanna pry it open?
- No, no.

Let's just get it
to the Marsten place.

- Get rid of it.
- (Mechanical whirring)

(Creaking)

Hell of a way to make 50 bucks.

Tell me, why the Marsten House?

I know that figured
in your pageant, too.

- Maybe because my aunt worked there.
- Hmm.

Did she ever tell you anything
about what went on inside the house?

No, never.

Or Hubie Marsten?

No, she never talked about him.

But she remembered that even then

that house had a reputation
for being a haunted house.

Every town has one.

I went up there once.

On a dare.
You know how Kids are.

I was sweating scared.

I sneaked around.

Got into the house.

What did you see?

Ghosts.

Everything.

Every sound.

Every shadow.

I'm not sure what I saw.
[, uh...

I think I saw Hubie Marsten...

...hanging by his neck.

His face green,
his eyes puffed shut.

His hands livid.

It was ghastly.

And then he opened his eyes,
and he looked at me.

He looked at me.

And I took off. And I ran.
I ran as fast as I could.

I've never forgotten that.

There was something.
A feeling of...

Jason, do you believe
a thing can be inherently evil?

I've seen trees
that looked like tortured spirits.

- A house?
- (Chuckles)

The Marsten House, for instance?

Can it be evil in its stone foundations,
in its wooden beams,

in the glass of its windows,
in the plaster of its ceilings, evil?

And now we have a Mr. Straker.

- And a Mr. Barlow.
- Who no one has ever seen.

And you think...

I think that an evil house
attracts evil men.

- It's cold in here.
- Yeah.

It sure is. It shouldn't be.

It's a warm night.
Turn on the heater.

(Creaking)

Hey... that thing is movin'.

What thing?

(Horn blaring)

(Tires screeching)

- Watch the road.
- I wanna open it.

Come on!

Man, just let me drive, will ya?

(Danny) What's this one?

- (Mark) It's a ghoul.
- Girl?

"Ghoul" like in "school".

We don't have anybody like that
in our school.

Oh, Mr. Peterson.

What is a ghoul?

A ghoul is an evil demon
who, uh...

He preys on corpses,
feeds on human beings,

robs graves, things like that.

Why are you so hung up
on this stuff?

I don't know, I just am.

- It's weird.
- Let's try this again.

Danny, Ralphie, your mom called.
Wants you home.

OK, Mr. Petrie.

We know our lines OK, don't we?

Most of them.

Well, why don't you come over
to our house tomorrow night, OK?

- OK, Mr. Petrie?
- Sure.

- See you later, Mark.
- Bye-bye.

- Bye, Mr. Petrie.
- Good night, boys.

Good night.

Mark, when are you gonna outgrow
all this?

Soon, I guess.

Well, I... I'd better fix this.

(Ned) Well? Look.

(Mike) The road.

(Ned) The road nothin'.

(Mike) It sure is cold.
Come on, let's get it done.

It's freezin"

Look, I'm telling you, it's not natural.
It just ain't natural.

We gotta get it out.

Let's just grab ahold.
Let's get it done.

(Owl hooting)

What was that?

It's just an owl.

I never heard one before.

Sure you have,
hundreds of times, millions.

We shouldn't have gone
through the woods.

It's a shortcut.

Look, you can even see
the lights of Jordan Avenue. See 'em?

- No.
- Hey, I'm goin'.

Wait. Danny, wait!

(Wind howling)

Hey, I wanna know.

(Chuckles) Come on.
Come on.

I wanna pry it open.

We can't. He'll hear.

- Who?
- Him.

Straker.

Well, I wanna do it anyway.

I'll get something from the truck.

(Scraping)

(Squeaking)

- (Distant footsteps)
- Listen.

- (Door closing)
- You hear that?

Somebody's up there.

There's somebody up there.

(Door creaking)

Rats, probably. You heard rats.

It was someone. Let's split.

The padlocks.
We forgot to padlock the door.

Throw 'em down there.
Here are the keys, throw them down, too.

(Engine starting)

(Mike) Close the doors!

Did you happen to notice the time
when the boys left?

Oh, you did?

Well, then they should have been here
half an hour ago.

Ask Mark if the boys said anything to him.
You know how kids are.

Henry!

Danny. Danny, what happened?

(Danny groans)

- What happened, son?
- Where's Ralphie?

- Ralph...
- Where's your brother?

I don't know.

Get Dr. Norton.

(Vehicle approaching)

(Bonnie gasps)

- (Whimpers)
- Well, well, well.

- Cully.
- Cully.

I guess I owe Weasel Phillips
a case of beer after all.

(Bonnie) Cully, look, this isn't...

(Mumbles)

- He broke in and he tried to rape me.
- He was?

- He broke in.
- (Cully) A rapist?

- Is that it?
- (Bonnie) Cully. Cully.

I'll take care of him.

- I didn't...
- Shut up, rapist.

- (Bonnie) Cully, listen.
- (Cully) Get up.

Out of the bed. Out.
Out of the bed. Out.

(Shrieks) Cully!

- (Bonnie sobs) Cully.
- Get up.

- Cully.
- Shut up!

(Larry) Listen, Cully...

Please. Please don't do anything.
You don't wanna go to jail, do you?

I'm not going to jail
for killing the man who raped my wife.

That is what he did, is it, honey?

- Yes.
- No!

- She invited me, I swear.
- No! Cully. No.

- You invited him?
- Yes.

No! He called me, and he said
that he had to talk to me, and...

- So, you invited him over?
- (Bonnie) No!

Cully, no.

Cully, look, you don't wanna go to jail
for the rest of your life out of what is a lie.

(Bonnie sobbing)

Come here.

Come on.
Come on, in the living room.

- We've got to talk this over.
- Right, right. Let's talk it over.

(Bonnie sobbing)

We're gonna go in the living room,
and we're gonna talk it over.

And then I'm coming back, hear me?

Turn around, Larry.

Look, I know how this must look to you.

I can understand how upset you are,
but let me explain what happened.

-You see...
- Now, grab the barrel, Larry.

- Huh?
- Barrel. Grab the barrel.

Easy!

Very easy.

That's it.

Now, this shotgun's got
a five-pound pull on it,

and I've got about three on it now.

(Chuckles)

Good boy.

Now, hold it up
in front of your face.

That's it, right in front.

Yeah.

That's it, right in front.

(Laughs)

Careful.

You move that barrel, Larry,
and I'll blow you away.

Now, open your mouth
and put both barrels in.

That's it.

Open your mouth.

Let's see all those white teeth, Larry.

(Laughs) Yes!

Now, close your eyes, Larry.

Your eyes.

Close 'em.

- (Riffle clicks)
- (Gasps)

(Panting)

(Door opening)

- It's late.
- Where are you going?

To the hospital.
Danny Glick has collapsed.

What?

Ralphie Glick, Danny...
Larry Crockett, all in one night?

Quiet little town of Salem's Lot.

How is he?

Um...

Danny's never
had an attack of asthma, has he?

- No.
- His file's with Dr. Goldring.

Alright, alright. I'll get the file
from Goldring.

But, um... but for now, um...
any history of rheumatic fever?

Danny? No.

He's a healthy boy.
No major problems.

Has he had a TB skin patch this year?

TB? Danny's got TB?

No, no.
Marjorie, we're just trying to find out.

He's a healthy boy. He's athletic.
He's a normal boy.

Alright, well...

We wanna keep him here
for some more tests.

What tests?

We just don't know yet.

Nolly, have two men cover this area.

Come on, move it. Let's go.

That's it, that's it.

Don't touch that.

Nolly, get me an envelope!

- He always wears a black suit.
- Who?

Straker.

(Door opens)

Inspector.

How nice of you to drop in.

Plain old constable.

I see you're just about ready to open.

Not quite. Just about.

- Everything in?
- Everything that's important, yes.

Coffee? Tea?

A glass of sherry, perhaps?

No, thanks.

Never drink on duty?

You are on duty?

I'm always on duty.

Hmm, that makes me feel
safe and snug.

Mr. Barlow arrived yet?

Mr. Barlow is in New York.

Coming soon?

Hard to tell. He may go to Europe
on a buying trip.

So, you'll be opening without him.

If necessary, yes, of course.

What's Mr. Barlow's first name,
by the way?

Official question?

No, just curious.

My partner's full name
is Kurt Barlow.

Kurt with a 'K'.

We've been working together in London
and Hamburg. This is our retirement.

Modest, comfortable.

We're hoping to build a reputation
for ourselves in this area,

perhaps throughout New England.
Do you think that's possible, Constable?

Anything's possible.

- How do you like that old house?
- Needs work. But we have time.

- Not bothered by yowens?
- Yowens?

Kids. Local word.

You know how Kids
like to devil new folks.

Oh, no. No children. No.

- We seem to have misplaced one.
- Is that so?

Yes. Yes, it is so.

The thinking now is that
we may not find him. Not alive.

Oh, that's a shame.
Is there anything I can do to help you?

I don't suppose so.

By the way,
what happened to your black suit?

- My black suit?
- The one that I always see you wear.

I have two black suits.
They're up at the house.

Am I breaking some town ordinance?

No.

I'd like to see those suits.
Could we go to the house and get them?

I'll bring them down tomorrow.
They need cleaning anyway.

Any reason?

Some.

Bye.

Ciao, Constable.

Ciao?

Ciao.

That's a familiar Italian expression
meaning goodbye.

I didn't know you were Italian.

I'm not. The word is.

(Scraping)

(Screeching)

(Screams)

When may I expect them back?

A couple of days.

No more than that, please.

I'll try.

I don't have to do this, you know.

Understand.

Appreciate it.

I'm under some suspicion?

Well, yes.

The disappearance of the boy.

Yes.

Because I'm a stranger.

- Guess so.
- And a little odd.

You know how we are here.

Ah, no different from people
in small towns all over the world.

I appreciate your candor.

I'm not being charged?

No, but I'd like you to stay around.

I fully intend to.

(Father Callahan) Let us pray.

"Lord God, through your mercy,

"may those who have lived in faith
find eternal peace.

"Bless this grave
and send your angel to watch over it.

"As we bury the body of Danny Glick,
welcome him into your presence

"and with your saints,
let him rejoice in your presence forever.

"We ask it through Christ our Lord.
Amen."

(All) Amen.

(Father Callahan)
"With faith in Jesus Christ,

"we reverently bring the body
of this child to be buried

"in its human imperfection.

- "Let us...”
- (All gasp)

(Thunder rumbling)

(Wind howling)

Royal?

Royal?

(Thunder rumbling)

(Screeching)

He's got to be feeling something.

I mean, after all, the Glick boys
were on their way home from seeing him.

Did you look at him at the funeral?

He keeps his feelings in hand.

(Sighs)

I don't want him
going in the woods anymore.

I'll go up and see him.

How are you, son?

Fine, Dad.

Finished your homework?

Long time ago.

Can you get out of these?

Easy. Put them on me.

Go ahead.

Let's see. Where's the key?

Oh, I don't need it.

- Not too tight?
- I want it tight.

OK?

There.

What do you know?

- Here, want to tie me up?
- No, I don't think so.

I can get out of any knot. You can try me.
Hands behind the back.

Some other time, son.

You know, sometimes I wonder...

...you know, why you're so interested
in monsters and magic and...

Why do you think that is, Mark?

I always have been.

I can't explain it.
It's the way I am.

Mmm.

Like you were interested in numbers,
SO you became an accountant.

At least I can earn a living.

I'll earn a living.

- Jason.
- Well...

- Well, how's the book coming?
- Oh, hard.

It's a tough way to make a living, huh?

Well, it's not much of a living,
but it's the only way I know.

The Marsten House
still center of the story?

- Yep.
- What about the Glick boys?

- Thank you.
- You connect them with the house?

Everything in Salem's Lot
is connected with that house.

You can see it
from every part of the town.

It's like a beacon
throwing off an energy force.

Mike.

Hello, Mr. Burke.

Mike?

Sick. I feel sick.

Since when?

I fell asleep on Harmony Hill.
Didn't wake up till morning.

This was after Danny Glick's funeral?

Yeah.

... I-I went back to finish.
Royal wasn't there.

I started to feel... sick.

Can I have a drink?

Miss. Whiskey.

What do you remember, Mike?

I dreamed.

You slept there all night?

Yeah, all night.

What about last night?

I remember a dream.

Somebody out there.

And ...

I let him in.

Who?

(Sighs) I don't know.

Listen to me, Mike.

Mike. Mike, I want you
to stay at my house tonight.

Will you do that for me?

We'll arrange
to see Dr. Norton tomorrow.

Alright. I don't care.

(Scraping)

(Danny whispering) Open the window.

(Continues scraping)

Open the window, Mark.

Open the window, Mark. Please.

Let me in.

It's OK, Mark, I'm your friend.

He commands it.

(Creaking)

No, Mark.

(Gasps)

Go away.

Go away!

(Knocking on door)

Mr. Mears, telephone.

Telephone.

(Ben) Oh, oh. Uh, uh...

Alright. Just a minute.
Just a minute.

(Unlocking door)

What is it, long distance?

Um... no, it's Jason Burke.

Oh. What time... what time is it?

It's a little after four,
and Mr. Burke sounds very upset.

Yeah, Jason?

What's the matter?

Um... well, give me
about ten minutes.

Well, hell no.
I'm a... I was a Baptist.

Jason.

Do you have a... a...
a-a rosary or a crucifix?

Yeah, in my bedroom.
Mr. Burke asked for it?

Yes, please.

Well, he's not Catholic.
I don't even think he goes to church.

Please.

(Ben) He's alright, Jason.
He's sleeping.

The window's open.
It was closed and locked.

I made sure of it.

(Rooster crowing)

Sun's coming up.

Look.

(Ben) It's blood.

A single drop.

Mike. Mike, wake up.

There's no pulse.

Marks on the neck?

No. Nothing, nothing.

No marks. Nothing.

(Sighs) All the times Mike drove that,

not guessing how soon
he'd be riding in the back.

Mears, I want you to testify
for the coroner's jury.

- I'll be there.
- That's good.

Gotta do my paperwork.
Duplicate, triplicate.

Don't punch, spindle or mutilate.

We all have to do that, don't we?

Yeah, and they say it's a free country.

Uh... Jason.

What is it you wanted to tell me?

Oh. Uh...

Have there been any other people
complaining of feeling weak?

- Uh... well, had bad dreams?
- No.

There soon will be.

Bill, do you believe in ghosts?

Ghosts? No.

- Witches? Wizards?
- No.

- Werewolves?
- Of course not.

Vampires?

Bill, come on inside.
I'm going to tell you something.

And I'm going to ask your help.

And maybe you'll give it,
if you don't decide I'm absolutely crazy.

Wouldn't Dad like this?

Huh? Uh... I guess so.

Oh, Mr. Straker.

Uh... my husband's birthday
is next week, and I...

Oh, dear. (Tuts)

- It's quite reasonable, you know.
- (Sighs)

There's no chance that...

I'm sorry, but...

I understand.

I could hold it for you till the end
of the week without any obligation.

Oh, I'd appreciate that.
Thank you.

Done.

An English desk here, 18th century.

Values continue to escalate.

Interesting little Welsh cupboard
in oak.

And my favorite chair.

It was with me in London
in my establishment.

English.

Georgian.

Oh! You have some expertise.

No, not really.

I just know something about silver.

My aunt had... had some Georgian.
We had to sell it when she died.

Oh, what an unfortunate way
to acquire knowledge.

My aunt was housekeeper
at the Marsten House, your house.

Oh, really? That's interesting.

I've always been curious
about that place.

Perhaps I can satisfy your curiosity.

A lot of peculiar things
have happened in that house.

Mm-hmm.

The story goes that the man who built it
murdered his wife and a servant.

And though it was never proved,

he was suspected in the disappearance
of several children.

Yes, it was terrible, wasn't it?

Interesting.

Remarkable, yes.

- Mr. Straker.
-Yes?

Do you believe that evil
can be inherent in a house?

(Scoffs)

About as much as I believe
that trees have souls.

Well, perhaps they do.

Oh, you're the writer.

On vacation or vocation?

I am writing about the Marsten House.

Ah! And you'd like to visit.

Well, why not?

Mr. Barlow is on a buying trip,
but the moment he arrives.

You'll enjoy Mr. Barlow.

And he'll enjoy you.

You snake.

Try to steal my girl.

(Groans)

(Footsteps approaching)

(Tuts) Pretty good beating
you took, fella.

No fractures, though.
Slight concussion.

You understand me?

- Yes.
- Good.

We're gonna keep you here overnight
anyway, for observation, alright?

Mmm. Yes.

Your friend Ned, he was arrested.

He's sitting in the town jail.

I don't think he's gonna be
that foolish again.

Anyone else sick? Hospital?

Couple of new admissions,
but nothing, uh...

- No.
- What Jason and I told you...

Ben, it's out of the question.
I don't believe it, and no one else will.

You just take it easy, alright?

I want a crucifix.

Alright. If it'll make you feel better,
I suppose we can arrange it.

(Groans)

(Sighs)

(Distant scraping)

(Scraping continues)

(Distant creaking)

(Creaking)

(Creaking continues)

(Screeching)

Look at me.

(Continues screeching)

Look at me, teacher.

Look.

Look.

Look.

Look.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look.

No.

Look.

Look.

(Gasps)

No.

No.

Get out.

Get out. I revoke my invitation.

You will sleep like the dead, teacher.

No!

(Heart thumping)

(Grunts)

(Groans)

(Growls)

(Continues growling)

Hi.

Dad called me.

Oh, oh.
It was, uh... just a little knock.

I know you're OK.

There's more, Ben.

Ned Tebbets died last night.

What?

They found him dead
this morning in town jail.

Dad examined him.

Pernicious anemia.

- That's just like the Glick boy.
- Yes, only Ned had high blood pressure.

And Danny's mother
died this afternoon.

- Same symptoms?
- I think so.

- What does your father say?
- He wants to talk to you.

- And Jason Burke.
- Jason Burke?

- He's here, Ben.
- Here?

In the hospital. Intensive care.

- What?
- Heart attack.

He's stable.

Susan.

You've got to go back to Boston.

There's a kind of plague in this town,
people are dying.

Don't you understand what's happening?

- Do you?
- I do.

It's in the Marsten House.

It's got to be rooted out.
It's got to be destroyed.

- He's gonna do it.
- Well, at least we'll know then.

We'll have the medical evidence.
Now, now, listen... listen to me.

- You have to get some hawthorn.
- OK.

OK, and...

- And just put it all over the house.
- OK.

And the... the crucifixes
from Father Callahan...

- Mother's never going to...
- She has to!

They're breeding on one another.
The vampires are creating vampires.

It's a geometric progression.
Two times two, times four, times eight.

- This is just...
- In another couple...

Ben.

Ned Tebbets' body
has disappeared from the morgue,

and a baby that died this morning
is gone.

Marjorie Glick?

She's in the funeral parlor
in Cumberland, she...

I'll get my car.

Hawthorn.

(Engine starting)

(Car door opens and closes)

I think a lot of this
comes from Mark's hobby,

collecting masks, uh...
assembling monsters from Kits.

He's always been preoccupied with them,
and it's not healthy.

Let's not make those judgments now.

Mark, you're sure it wasn't a dream?

It wasn't a dream.

It was Danny Glick.

Nightmares seem real.

His subconscious fear
made Danny seem real to him.

And they were very close friends.

- (Telephone ringing)
- I'll get it.

(All gasp)

(Growls)

(Yells)

(Straker) Poor little boy.

You can do nothing against the master.

Stop, holy man.

Or he'll cut the boy's throat.

Back. Back, holy man.
Back, shaman.

Back, priest.

What would you give
for this miserable boy?

What do you ask?

What would you give
to reprieve him this night,

to save him for another night?

- What do you want?
- The master wants you.

Throw away your cross,
face the master.

Your faith against his faith.
Could you do that?

Is your faith enough?

Then do it.

And trust him to let the boy go?

Run.

I think they're dead, Father.

Run!

I'm going to kill you.

(Growls)

Now, your part of the bargain.

- I'm a priest.
- (Chuckles) A priest?

Throw away the cross.

Face the master.

Faith against faith.

(Snarls)

(Ben) What do you think?

Her condition is very similar
to... to Mike Ryerson's.

There's no surface lividity,
no signs of rigor.

I'm gonna call home,
make sure they're alright.

They'll be fine
if they follow instructions.

I'll make sure they do.

Bless this cross.

In the name of the Father

and the Son

and the Holy Ghost.

No atheists in foxholes.

The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall not want.

He maketh me...

He maketh me to lie down in still...
beside still waters.

He maketh me to lie down...

He maketh me...

He maketh me to lie down
in green pasture.

He restoreth my soul.

Bill.

He leadeth me in the path
of righteousness for his name's sake.

Bill!

Yea, though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil.

Bill!

(Screeching)

I will fear no evil.

Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

(Marjorie) Danny.

Where are you, Danny, darling?

(Ben) Bill! Bill! Bill!

(Screeching)

- Ben, they're...
- Don't look at her eyes.

(Shrieks)

Oh, God.

(Screeching)

(Snarls)

(Screaming)

What about Straker?

Straker's human.
He's mortal. He's...

He's, uh... he's the watchdog.

He... he's the thing's bodyguard.
He prepares the way.

How can he be killed?

- Any way. Any way at all. Gun, knife.
- (Horn blaring)

(Tires screeching)

Any way at all.

- Why did they come here?
- How the hell do I know?

Because you're somewhat isolated,
you're somewhat inbred. Full-blooded.

Barlow must have wandered
this planet for centuries,

looking for new places to victimize.

It's unbelievable.

I've seen it.

Still, Ben...

...it's unbelievable.

Good girl.

- Where's your mother?
- She's up in your room.

- She's alright?
- Yeah, she's fine.

What happened?

(Sighs)

Marjorie Glick rose
and joined the undead.

- The undead?
- She's a vampire, too.

Soon, this whole town of Salem's Lot.

Susan, you're gonna have
to leave town.

Mother and Dad?

Your father's gonna stay
and help me destroy this creature.

Now, tomorrow before sunset,
you take your mother

and anyone else
that you can persuade to go,

and you leave town.

- Where are you going?
- South, Carolina, visit relatives.

You can't do that. He's up there.
He's in the house.

- Who?
- Barlow. Barlow!

He's a vampire.
He's got to be destroyed.

- (Parkins scoffs)
- What the hell's so funny?

You're crazy. There aren't
any such things as vampires.

Well, then, what do you say
is happening here?

- Something is happening here.
- I don't know. Some kind of craziness.

- You're scared.
- Whatever it is, I'm not staying.

- You're the constable here.
- Was.

- Running!
- Running, running!

And you're staying?

You're staying.

Alright, since you're staying,
come here.

Come here, will ya?

Here. Here.

Maybe this will do you some good.

- (Horn honks)
- Coming!

This town's falling apart
and you're running?

(Tires screeching)

(Rustling)

(Clanking)

(Wind howling)

(Door banging)

(Creaking)

Mark?

(Distant rattling)

Mark?

Mark?

(Creaking)

(Rattling)

(Squeaking)

(Door creaking)

(Squeaking)

(Thudding)

- (Mark shouts)
- (Susan shrieks)

Susan.

What are you doing here?

I followed you in.
Let's get out of here.

He killed my parents.

- You can't do it. My father and Ben...
- (Door banging)

Listen.

Please.

- You go.
- Only if you do.

I can't.

We'll come back with my father and Ben.
They'll help us. We need help.

- (Creaking)
- What's that?

(Scraping)

(Door closing)

He's here.

(Gasps)

(Gasps)

(Breathes heavily)

Come.

That will hold you till tonight.

What will happen tonight?

Yes.

What have you done with Susan?

Ah...

What did you do to her?

I've taken her
to where she wished to go.

To meet the man
she came here to meet.

Gillespie is leaving town.

Have you seen Susan?

- They should be gone by now.
- No.

Ann's still waiting for her at home.

- Father Callahan in there?
- No one's there.

- (Bill) Is it blessed?
- (Ben) It is holy water.

Ben?

Ben, Susan's in there!

Mark!

- They're in there.
- Where?

I don't know.

- You run. You run as fast as you can.
- No.

- Keep running!
- No.

Ben.

(Door creaking)

I told you to go.

- No.
- Run!

No!

(Creaking)

(Bill grunts)

Help me! Argh!

No! Please, no!

(Screams)

Ben?

(Gun clicking)

Bill?

Bill!

(Mark) It's getting dark.

The cellar.

Wait.

- Mark, wait. Mark, wait.
- (Mark screams)

- (Thudding)
- Mark?

Mark?

- (Mark groans)
- Mark.

- I'm alright.
- Easy.

- It's just the ankle.
- Can you stand?

Yeah.

He's here.

I know he's here somewhere.

Yeah. Here.

(Metal clanking)

(Panting)

It's the root cellar.

(Ben coughing)

We have to get him out of here.

Must weigh a ton.

We have to get him out of here.

Push!

(Grunts)

Oh, the sun's gone down.

(Screeching)

- He...
- Don't look at him!

(Snarls)

- (Yells)
- (Snarls)

(Screeching)

(Snarls)

(Snarling)

(Screeching)

(Mark gasps)

(Pounding)

Mark.

Get out.

Susan?

(Panting)

Sorry, Susan. Forgive me.

The wind.

It's blowing towards town.

(Engine starting)

Susan.

(Sighs)

The town will burn.

It will drive them out
of their hiding places.

All of them?

No.

It will purify Salem's Lot.

(Screeching)