All language subtitles for Needful. Things. 1993. TV. CUT. REMASTERED. 1080p. BluRay. x264-GAZER

Wait a second.

Okay, give it a try.

Ah, shoot!

Okay, stop!

Why me?

Why is it always me?

It's not you!

It's your god damn alternator!

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.

Whoa!

Well, th-tha-that should fix it.

Give it a try.

Now?

Yeah!

Okay.

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.

Sure as hell is.

Jesus!

Holy cow!

Shoot.

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

with a black 50's Mercedes

heading north on Highway
1 just past Lighthouse Rd.

Norris, get your butt up here man!

Hurry up!

Get your car started lets go!

Jesus!

Norris, he's coming back at you!

Pull over!

Pull over!

You son of a bitch!

Hey!

Oh, Jeez!

Alan!

Alan, you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think so.

What the hell happened?

Car blew up.

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.

Sheila, would you marry me?

Not today.

Alan, you're gonna do fine!

Thanks!

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.

Afternoon, Alan.

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!

Wish me luck!

Good luck!

And Norris!
Yeah!

Get your door fixed!

Woo-hoo!

Aren't you supposed to be in school?

Got a cold.

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.

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.

I wouldn't.

Okay, how about smoked turkey on rye?

Good order.

Smoked turkey, rye!

And a big piece of Nettie's apple pie.

Thank you, Father.

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.

Hello?

Hello?

Is anyone here?

I'm here.

Uh, the door was unlocked.

l, 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?

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.

Woo!

Mickey Mantle.

That's got to run six, 700 bucks.

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.

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.

Sorry.

Oh, It's okay.

They acting up again?

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.

Herel!

Here!

Put these on or you're under arrest

for disturbing my piece of mind.

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?

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.

Next time I'm gonna run you down!

Make you squeak, little buddy!

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 lll!

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.

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?

Hi!

Hey!

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!

Well yeah, what happened?

They ever find a body?

Norris thinks it was space aliens.

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!

You can do it.

I know you can.

He's not gonna bite.

But wh, wha, what will I say?

You introduce yourself.

"Hi.

I'm Nettie."

Then what?

Nettie, just go.

You'll be fine.

Go on.

Hi.

I'm Nettie.

Think she'll do it?

Yeah.

Bet she won't.

Thank you, Mrs. Patterfields!

Thank you, Mrs. Patterfield.

Well, it's only 19th century.

I'm sorry.

Ah!

Enjoy your purchases!

Come and see.

What's this?

Some old wood chisel?

It belonged to a cabinet
maker at Chateau de Versailles

in the days of Louis XVI.

Look at this, Pete.

Looks pretty old.

-Yep.

Oh my God.

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

Hi.

My name is Nettie.

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!

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

Listen.

Sometimes I think I can
hear the tiniest laugh.

I like you, Netitia.

Oh.

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

Moron!

No!

I think it should be yours, Netitia.

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.

Why is that?

Pray tell.

I don't know.

Maybe someone should
play a trick on Buster.

Teach him to be nice.

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.

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!

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.

Oh, good morning, Cora.

Hi, Sheriff.

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'l 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.

Yeah.

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

Reverend.
Sheriff.

Just mop the floor
with a little Mr. Clean

in the bucket Eddie.

You don't get that damn streaking.

Mop the floor
with a little Mr. Clean

in the bucket Eddie.

Alan!

Thanks for coming!

Afternoon, Father.
Hi, Sheriff.

I got this in the mail this morning.

"Listen up, you mackerel snapper."

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!

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.

Night, Nettie.

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.

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.

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?

Pete, get me a gobbler from the pen!

I feel like turkey tonight.

You feel like turkey every night, Wilma.

Wilmal!

Wilmal!

What happened?

Mud!

Mud and ,

mud and stink!

Gall darn turkey stink!

Why'd someone go and do that?

Because I told her I'll kill it.

Told who?

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.

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.

I'll see you in the morning.

Night.

Hi.

This is Nettie.

I know what you done, you crazy bitch!

Done what?

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, wha...

You don't dare!

You stop bothering me and my Raider!

He's a good doggie!

You won't see me coming!

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?

Oh, my!

I'm sorry, Mrs. Cobb.

I'm so sorry!

Did I frighten you?

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.

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.

Mr. Gaunt always knows best.

Come on.

Come on.

Oh no,

ah, no!

No, no, nooo!

Ah, shoot!

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.

Put the gun down, Dan.

Yeah.

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?

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.

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.

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!

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

-Yep.

Don't kick the Rock-Ola, Hugh.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

No way!

You're drenched to your soul.

They threw me out!

I'm sorry.

Herel!

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.

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?

I'll never give you back, Mickey.

Ever.

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!

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-1 guess.

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.

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...

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

You leave me alone!

Take it easy, Nettie, Nettie!

Put the knife down.

Put it down.

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.

April Dreaming, Junction Salute.

She's A Hell-Raiser.

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!

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!

Tammy's
Wonder on the inside.

Yes!

Woo!

Tammy's Wonder!

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!

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?

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!

Stay.

Stay.

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

Before it gets dark.

Don't you worry.

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

Yeah.

Stay!

You hungry today.

Come on, girls.

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!

Strike three!

How about that?

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

Brian Rusk is alive!

Is he really sharp today.

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

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

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?

Brian Rusk is ready and he delivers.

And the pitch...

Jesus.

Good girls.

Yes siree.

We're having fun now.

Hey Raider!

Hey little pal!

Hey Raider.

How they hanging?

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.

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

Yeah, "Punky Boy".

Yeah!

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.

Oh God!

I'll kill him!

I'll freaking kill him!

Raider?

Mommy's home.

Raid?

Oh, Jesus Christ,

Raider!

Why that fool!

That bitch!

You killed my doggie, you bitch!

You broke my microwave, you crazy fool!

Wilma?

See the windows?

They're busted!

Wilma?

You all right?

Come on, bitch.

Come for me, if you're coming.

Wilma!

Ah, I reckon you done it now, Wilma.

Yup.

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?

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.

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-

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

You want the knife or the cleaver?

Mmm.

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!

Yeah.

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

Norris?
Yeah.

Smell something?
Yeah.

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, no.

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.

Oh, yes!

I'm so thrilled!

Thank you, Mr. Gaunt.

Allow me.

Now don't forget.

Oh, no.

No, I won't forget.

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?

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.

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.

Mrs. Rusk?

Brian!

You around?

Oh.

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.

Don't come any closer.

You'll get the stuff on ya.

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.

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!

Mr. Gaunt?
1 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?"

Father.

Reverend.

Hello.

Father Meehan.

I was simp, wondering, eh,

the chalice.

You look like a
man who can't resist anything.

Except temptation.

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.

You asshole!

That's it for you.

No, you're out of here!

Watch the jacket, 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.

Including you, Buster.

Meaning?

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,

Get out of here!

You bastard!

Oh, no.

You can't be closed!

I need your help!

My friend, you look a fright.

Please, step right in.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

$20.

Does that seem a fair
price to ease the pain?

My purse.

$20.

And a small favor.

What sort of favor?

You won't squeal to
your boyfriend now, huh?

About this little transaction will you?

Pittsburgh they say is a brutal sort.

What sort of favor?

Nothing grand.

Just a kiss.

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?

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.

Oh, Polly.

You must realize what
a deep pleasure it is

doing business with you.

Alan?

Alan?

Oh, Alan.

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.

18947?

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

Where the hell are you?

I just tried calling your place.

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?

! 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.

M-my car!

You son of a bitch!

I'll get you!

I'll get all of ya!

Get this, you fat freak.

Shoot!

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!

You!

The little punk works for you!

Son of a bitch!

Gave that little kid your gun!

What the hell are you
thinking about, Keeton?

Hey Norris, you still alive?

Huh?

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.

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,

Oh!

No, no!

Buster.

Gotcha.

Na, na na, na na, naaal!

Polly?

You here?

Pol?

Myrtle!

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?

Give me that hacksaw, will you?

What did you do?

Forget the hacksaw.

Give me that hammer and
the big screwdriver.

Now, you moron!

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-l 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?

Yeah.

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

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.

Ah.

Stop looking at me!

All of you!

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.

"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.

Hello, Henry.

Hello, Hugh.

"Amen.

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

and at the hour of our death.

Amen."

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!

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.

I gotta make this stop.

How?

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.

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.

You son of a bitch!

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.

Come on, damn youl!

Fight back!

Get up!

Fight back!

Fight back!

Come on!

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.

Why are you here?

Got no where else to go.

Polly, listen to me.

I watched you beat up Leland.

You're gone, Al.

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.

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.

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.

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!

Rose!

Rose!

Damn you to hell!

No!

No!

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!

There's no reason to be out.

Just go on home!

Go home!

Everything's gonna be alright, Myra.

No it's not, Alan.

Son of a bitch!

I'll teach you.

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.

Son of a bitch!

That's my needful thing!

I'll break your arm!

You crazy son of a bitch!

Hey!

Hey!

Get away from there!

Come on, move it!

Go!

Move it!

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.

You son of a bitch!
Norris!

You all right?

What?

Are you all right?

Never felt better.

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!

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!

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 youl!

Kill them, kill them!

Kill them all!

Let god sort them out!

No!

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.

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.

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.

Alan!

Oops!

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!"

You're all gonna pay big!

Pay huge!

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.

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.

Help me over here!

Give me a hand over here.

Over here!

You okay, buddy?

Yeah, you?

Yeah.

Shouldn't have called
him Buster.

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.

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!

May I have my ring back?