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They found us again.

Another one has found us.

We have to go further.

Thank you.

Mr. Crockett? Yes.

My name is Mears, Ben Mears.

Looking for a place to rent.

Hmm. For how long?

Uh, six months, maybe.

Family? No.

Furnished? Yes.

Can't think of any.

How about that house on the hill?

Which house?

The one as you're coming to town.

A Marston house.

Is that for sale or rent?

It's sold.

Can't think of anything not offhand.

Might try Eva Miller's boarding house.

It's real nice.

It's on Railroad Street.

Yeah, I remember.

You remember?

Thank you very much.

Funny about the Marston house.

Bacon over 20 years.

Ah, Cully's going to Portland tomorrow.

Good afternoon, Mr. Crockett.

You sure fixed it up.

You think so?

You like it?

Fine job.

Sure a lot different from that doctor's office I sold you.

I'd have to agree with you.

Very tasteful. Very tasteful.

Yes?

Thank you.

Mr. Barlow will arrive soon.

A lot of people have been waiting.

For Mr. Barlow?

You know how it is with a small town.

People don't have that much to do.

Ah, yes, well, I can assure you that people will find Mr.

Barlow well worth the wait.

Especially you, Mr. Crockett. I've told him already how helpful you've been

getting us the house and the store.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

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.

Do you work at night?

Sometimes.

Well, you can't work too late because you'd be disturbed. I won't.

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.

That's no way to leave a book.

If you leave 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.

I mean, if it isn't especially well-written.

Well-written.

Do you mind if I sit down?

No, not at all.

Why'd you call it air dancer?

Did you read the book?

Well, no, not all of it.

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.

Title?

I don't remember.

Go and have some dinner?

No, you got a boyfriend.

Um, well, not exactly.

It says here you're married, no children.

You still married?

Still no children?

Uh... 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.

me.

See you tomorrow.

And tomorrow night.

You sure?

You're absolutely sure? Look, he's got to make a delivery and a pickup.

Besides, he always calls.

You know that.

Night, honey.

What are you doing out here, Weasel?

Sitting.

Spying, more like, huh?

Oh, no, Parkin. Kelly sent you to it?

No, no, no.

They're not.

That, uh... That writer moved into Evers.

Yeah.

Right down the hall.

I heard.

Can you keep an eye on him?

Oh, what's he done?

Keep your eye on him and your mouth shut.

Got that?

What's he done?

Murdered 18 people.

18 people?

Every one of them an old man who kept asking, what's he done?

Keep an eye on him.

What are you watching?

Nothing.

Want to stay home tonight?

Sure. Why not?

Well, don't get drunk.

I want some fun in tonight.

You know what happens when you drink too much.

I'm gonna get something out of the freezer.

20 minutes?

Hey.

Bring me a beer.

Thank you.

So, you're staying at Deva Millard?

I don't mind telling you, she was quite a dish. We kids used to watch her

sashaying down the street.

Phil! Well, we did.

Men.

Men.

Would you like some coffee, Mr. Mears? Oh, yes, please. How do you drink it, ma

'am? Black.

Dad? You know what I think of caffeine. You still drink coffee?

Mornings only, and I don't recommend it.

I even married this fella called Weasel Phillips.

I 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's his book about?

Well, his latest one, it's about two men.

Not one of those.

What are you doing in here? Nothing, Eve, nothing.

What's that?

Just a piece of paper. Eve, nothing at all, just paper.

You get a lot of scribble in here, too.

Something about a boy.

A boy in a house.

The house was a monument to evil, sitting there all these years, holding

the essence of evil in its smoldering bones.

Monument? Whose monument?

The Marston house?

I don't know. He stopped in the middle of a sentence.

Sitting there all these years, holding the essence of evil.

Right. It's real good.

Thank you very much for the dinner.

Good to meet you.

I'll get you a copy of that book. Sorry about the peas. She's gotten better.

I liked

you.

Well, uh, your father, maybe.

My mother doesn't like anyone except Ned Pebbott.

Who's he?

Well, someone I've just seen.

Have been or had been?

Little both.

What is he really doing in Salem's lot?

Writing a book, he says.

Did he say about what?

No, didn't say and I didn't ask him.

So, uh, tell me about Ned Tibbett.

Tibbett.

After college?

New York.

I worked in an ad agency.

I was a junior.

I did layouts mostly, things like that.

You like it?

I loved it.

But then...

Something happened. The agency lost a big account and had to cut back.

And all of a sudden, there I was out on the street looking for a job.

It's a cruel city.

Anyway, finally.

You had to come home.

Retreat.

Sanctuary. All beat up.

Glad to have a little loving care.

How long since your wife died?

Two years.

Is that what you're writing about?

No, uh... I'm writing about a house.

A house?

The Marston house.

The Marston house.

I see.

No, I don't see.

Hey, uh, where are we going?

Well, there's Delve.

The movie's in Vanguard.

And then there's the lake.

Where do you want to go?

Let's go to the lake.

Are you uncomfortable with me?

Why, should I be?

No, I...

I just have a habit of asking questions.

Well, I have a habit of evading them. Perfect match.

I like you, Pat.

Modern, aggressive female, partially liberated states of feelings.

Does that make you uncomfortable?

No, it makes me feel good.

How long will you be staying?

Oh, we'll see how the book comes.

You a slow writer?

A medium.

Hope it's a long book.

um

Crockett Realty.

Oh, yes, sir.

Yes.

Yes, sir.

Right away.

I will be right back. Okay, honey.

Please don't say that. Someday you'll forget.

All right, honey.

I forgot.

Getting warmer.

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

Crockett. I need your help again.

Always glad to be of assistance.

Yes, 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 sideboard, a hepl-wide, that has to be picked up.

It's to be taken to the house.

You understand?

Sideboard taken to house?

Yes.

And your movers will put it down in the cellar. They can get in through the

outside bulkhead, below the kitchen windows, you know.

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.

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.

Daddy, come back safe.

Daddy, let me come with you. I'm old enough to fight.

I'll be back, but not until we've won the right to be free men.

The war was long and bitter.

Some men from Salem's Lot fought at Valley Forge, suffering through that

long, cold winter.

Others helped gain victory at Saratoga and triumph over Cornwallis.

And when the war ended... Where is Daddy?

Won't he ever come home?

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

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

Mr. Burke.

The kid's still running the pageant.

What?

The kid's still running the school pageant.

Well, the little editorial helped for 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.

Just said a very large thing.

I'd like you to explain it.

Can't we talk about it tonight?

I

don't

know how you can work here.

It scared the hell out of me.

It's kind of nice here during the day.

It's pretty and it's quiet, you know. Too quiet, especially at night.

Well, I'm hardly ever here at night.

There.

What's up?

I need a strong back tonight.

Want to make 50 bucks?

50 bucks?

That's for two of you.

You're gonna need another strong back.

What about you?

Yeah, I got something else planned for tonight.

Hey there, teacher.

Can I carry your books for you?

Oh, uh, sorry.

No, that's all right. Do you have your car with you?

No, I came by to see Jason Burke.

I want to wait around and take a walk home.

I won't do that again.

Hey, come on.

Will you wait for me here, please?

Get in.

No.

Susan. You have no right to do this. You said you loved me.

You've said it. That was a hundred years ago.

Has nothing to do with me.

So you were doing something up at the lake.

Oh, thanks.

What time do you think you'll get back home, honey?

Well, with all the junking around, locking up those things, take five,

six hours.

Be back midnight or after.

You stay away from her, yeah?

I'll try.

Yeah, you try real hard.

She's all mine.

Right, honey?

Get that bear.

Come on.

Just kidding.

Look, if he suspected anything, would he kid?

Cully.

You know, you shouldn't leave your truck double parked like this.

Now, you wouldn't want me to go all the way to Portland without saying goodbye

to Bon, would you?

What's in Portland?

Gotta make a pickup.

For him.

Custom wharf.

You know what it is?

A lot of old junk from Europe, I guess.

Don't know why anybody would want to open an antique shop here.

You? I guess I know what they're doing.

Don't leave the truck sitting here like this, huh?

I might have to ticket you.

I'll be back to get you.

Come on.

Now, Faith, just calm down.

I'll be back soon.

Go play with the people.

Wouldn't leave a dog in there.

He's all right. He'll go to sleep in a while. He's a good old dog.

Faith Fogg, come on.

I said I'd be back soon.

Gonna whine all night. He'll be all right. Ain't nowhere to go, what to do.

Sure.

Uh, leave the truck here when you get back. I'll pick it up in the morning.

You betcha.

Shut up!

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

You asked Boom Boom Bonnie to think he's gone to Portland.

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

Larry Crockett?

What's he got to do with this?

Larry Crockett and Boom Boom Bonnie?

What's he gonna do?

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

Jason.

Have a drink?

I don't mind.

Canadian on the rocks.

Got us a native, huh?

That's what he is.

Return of the native.

Or is it the prodigal son?

This way.

What did you say was in this?

A sideboard. Yeah.

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.

Why don't you pry? You want to pry it open?

You want to pry it open?

Let's move it out, fellas.

All right, we're going.

You want to pry it open? No, no.

Let's just get it to the mast in place.

Get rid of it.

How do I make 50 bucks?

It's cold in here.

Yeah.

Sure is. It shouldn't be.

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

That thing is moving.

What thing?

The road.

Stop the truck.

We should open the thing up. We can't do that.

Something's wrong. It's getting cold in here.

Let's just get it delivered.

I want to open it. Come on.

Let me drive, will ya?

Honey, it's safe.

Oh, Tiger, I'm gonna lose respect for you.

No.

I want you right here in my own little bed.

It's more exciting to me that way.

No.

No, I'm not gonna talk like that on the phone.

You just get over here and I'll whisper things in your pearly little ear that'll

make your hair stand up.

You get here.

Or else.

1951. A fire started in the old mill.

It spread rapidly on both sides of Griffin Road and burned toward the

Marston House on Pabst Quitty Hill.

1951. A fire started in the old mill.

It spread rapidly on both sides of Griffin Road and burned toward the

Marston House on Pabst Quitty Hill.

The wind turned the fire back toward town.

Volunteer fire companies came from all... Mark!

Whatever are you doing?

Rehearsing for the pageant.

Well, keep it down. Your father's trying to figure his quarterly taxes.

All right. Oh, Mother, uh, Danny and Ralphie Glick are coming over after they

finish their homework. We're going to rehearse.

Have you finished your homework?

Oh, yes, a long time ago.

All right. Just as long as you and the Glick boys don't disturb your father.

The Marston House on Pabst Goody Hill.

The wind turned the fire back toward town.

Volunteer fire companies came from all over the county to help fight the

threatening flames.

Bright boy, Mark Petrie. Wrote most of the pageant this year, just as you did.

Both talented.

Another writer, huh? Very possibly.

I'd certainly be proud if I'd helped develop two authors, make a lifetime of

teaching worthwhile.

Well, you got me started.

You had the gift.

I wanted the opportunity to continue, but you moved away.

Let's see, you were... Eleven.

Tell me, why the Marston house?

I remember that figured in your pageant, too.

Maybe because my aunt worked there.

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

No. Never.

Or Hubie Marston?

No, she never talked about him.

But you'll remember 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.

I got into the house.

What did you see?

Ghosts.

Everything. Every sound.

Every shadow.

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

Hubie Marston.

by his neck.

His face green, his eyes puffed shut.

His hands livid.

It was ghastly.

And then he opened his eyes. 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.

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

I've seen trees that look like tortured spirits.

A house.

A Marston 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.

The man who built that house.

Yeah, Joshua Bond.

Killed his wife and a servant.

and hanged himself in his bedroom closet.

Huey Marston's sister and wife... died mysteriously.

Rumors of poison never proved.

Then he came here, and the young boys in the area started to disappear.

Some people suspected Huey Marston, but it was never proved.

Never proved.

And now we have a Mr. Straker.

And Mr.

Barlow. Whom no one has ever seen.

And you think... I think that an evil house attracts evil men.

But if a house attracts evil men...

Maybe it's moving.

Look at it. We're almost there. Now shut up.

Shut up.

What's this one?

It's a ghoul.

Girl?

Ghoul, like in school.

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

Mr. Peterson.

What is a ghoul?

A ghoul is an evil demon who 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. She wants you home.

Okay, Mr. Petrie.

We know our line's okay, don't we?

Most of them.

Why don't you come over to our house tomorrow night, okay?

Okay, Mr. Petrie? See you later, Mark. Bye-bye.

See you, guys.

Good night, boys.

Thanks.

Mark, when are you gonna about to grow all this?

Soon, I guess.

Well, I'd better fix this.

Look. The road.

The road, nothing.

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

It's freezing.

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

We gotta get it out.

Just grab a hold.

Let's get it done.

What was that?

It was 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 them?

No. Hey, I'm going.

Hey, I want to know.

Come on.

Come on.

I want to pry it open.

You can't. He'll hear.

Who?

Him.

Stryker.

Well, I want to do it anyway.

I'll get something from the truck.

Listen.

You hear that?

Somebody's up there.

There's somebody up there.

It was someone.

Let's split.

The padlocks. We forgot the padlock. Throw them down there. Here, the keys.

Throw them down, too.

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

Oh, you did?

Then they should have been here half an hour ago.

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

Danny, Danny, what happened?

What happened, son?

Where's Ralphie?

Where's your brother?

No.

Get Dr. Norton.

See ya

Vapo

Hey boy

Vapo

It's better here, isn't it?

Well, well, well.

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

Cully, look, this is a gun.

He broke in. He tried to rape me.

He was.

He broke in. A rapist. Cully. Is that it?

Cully. I'll take care of him. Wait a minute. Shut up, rapist. Cully, listen.

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

Out.

Please don't do anything. You don't want to go to jail.

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

That is what he did, is it, honey? Yes. No.

She invited me, I swear.

No, Cully, no.

Yes. No.

He called me and he said he had to talk to me.

So you invited him over?

No. Cully, no.

Cully, look, you don't want to go to jail for the rest of your life out of

what is a lie.

We've got to talk this over. Right, let's talk it over.

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

And then I'm coming back.

Hear me?

Come on, Larry.

In the living room.

Man-to-man stuff.

I like your shorts.

You must too, keeping them on like that.

Where'd you get them?

Boston.

Sure look good on you.

Stay right there, puss.

I know how this must look to you. I can understand how upset you are, but let me

explain what happened.

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.

Now hold it up in front of your face.

That's it. Right in front.

That's it.

Right in front.

Careful.

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

Just hold it, Larry.

Hold it steady.

Steady, Larry. Don't move. Don't move.

There.

You see how much self-control you can have?

It's terrific.

You're doing fine, Larry. Just fine.

Close your eyes, Larry.

Close them.

Here comes big...

I know you're going to say, uh, don't make a big thing out of this.

No, I wasn't going to say that.

Maybe, uh... Look, I can't make any commitments right now.

I wasn't going to say that either.

What were you going to say?

I wasn't going to say anything, okay?

I told you I ask too many questions.

And I don't give enough answers.

Maybe we talk too much.

Maybe we do.

Sounds like a traffic jam.

Maybe they saw our car.

Crockett?

Crockett?

Okay.

You heard another car drive off. Then?

A car or a truck.

Which one?

I don't know.

You don't know.

Do you?

No.

Where were you people?

We're over there.

Over there.

Parkins? Yeah.

Okay, okay, okay.

You heard two cars.

Or a car and a truck.

One drove off, huh?

And then?

Oh, one more thing.

I think I heard someone get out of one car.

I'm only supposing that because I didn't see it.

And get in the other car.

Or truck.

That's what I think.

That's what you think.

Quiet at night, huh?

First the kid disappears, then this.

You're not leaving Salem's Lot, are you?

I'm not leaving.

Don't.

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 life.

Well, it's only all just happened since... Since I came here.

Well, you didn't have anything to do with it. I mean, you didn't even know

the Glick boys.

Or Larry Crockett. I met Larry Crockett.

I did see the boys rehearsing a school play.

That's not what I'm thinking.

You remember I came here to rent the Marston house?

Yeah. And somehow I... I think that my coming here has acted as a kind of

catalyst. Awakened an evil in this town.

Oh, that's... Nonsense.

How is he?

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

No. His file's with Dr. Goldring.

All right, all right. I'll get the file from Goldring. But for now, 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.

All right, Mark.

We want to keep him here for some more tests.

What tests?

We just don't know yet.

Hey, pal.

Wow, you seen my dog?

No, I ain't seen him.

He always wears a black suit.

Who?

Straker.

Inspector.

How nice of you to drop in.

Plain old constable.

So you're just about ready to open?

Not quite. Just about.

Everything in?

Everything that's important, yes.

Coffee?

Tea?

Glass of sherry, perhaps?

No, thanks.

Never drink on duty.

You are on duty.

I'm always on duty.

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 yowans?

Yowans. Kids.

Local word.

You know how kids like the devil, new folks?

No, 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're Italian.

I'm not. The word is.

Well, you learn something new every day.

No,

no, it's not a kidnap.

A boy is missing.

Probable foul play.

Yeah, I'd like to check out a couple of feelers.

First is Benjamin Mears.

M-E-A-R...

Yes, writer.

Yeah, book's called Air Dance, and the other one is Conway's Daughter.

What?

No, I haven't read them.

Don't know if many have.

Yeah, the other two are sort of stapled together.

There's a Richard K. Straker.

No, I don't know what that stands for.

And, uh, Kurt with a K, Barlow.

S-T-R-A-K-E-R.

And B-A-R-L-O-W.

Yeah.

Any connection between Mears and the others?

It's one of the things I want to find out.

I understand what you're saying, Ben.

I'm not given to unscientific belief, but I will admit that there are a great

many things that science hasn't as yet answered, if ever.

But I can't, for the life of me, understand any connection between Larry

Crockett's death and the Marston house.

He rented the house to them.

But he died of a heart attack. You're sure of that?

Absolutely.

Autopsy left no doubt whatsoever.

None.

Could have happened at the Marston house and he was taken to the lake.

Yes, well, it, uh... Let me tell you, the local gossip leans in a different

direction.

All right, what about the Glick boys?

That could be something else.

What is wrong with Danny Glick?

We haven't completed our test yet, but it could be, and I'm...

Trusting you to keep this to yourself.

It could be pernicious anemia.

Coming on overnight.

We don't know how sudden it is.

You don't really believe that.

Ready?

Yeah. We're going to the movies in the bedroom.

Uh, Ben?

Could I say something to you?

Don't make it too long, Dad, okay?

Sure.

Now, everybody knows that you and Susan were up at the lake.

Yeah, I want you to know now you seem like a pretty nice fella to me and I

think you respect Susan I believe she respects herself But you could have been

a little more discreet, right?

Thank you.

So.

Thank you.

so

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.

I 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.

Am I being charged?

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

I fully intend to.

Now, the suits.

Don't forget.

As soon as crime lab... FBI.

In Bangor.

Aha.

And no damage, please. I want it back in excellent condition. And cleaned.

I'll see to it.

Ciao. That's Italian for... I remember.

Goodbye.

Constable.

No, it says my hour of break, which exactly 26 minutes is left.

Just wanted to say hello.

Hello. Hello.

My father asked you to be discreet.

Oh, I didn't tell you that.

No, he did.

He told me to go ahead and show my feelings.

Yeah, well, the man contradicts himself.

Well, Dad's a New Englander. He's been taught one thing and feels another.

Classic conflict.

I have one, too.

I got a phone call this morning.

Ned?

Not that easy. From Boston. Job interview.

They saw my portfolio.

Oh. It'll only be for two days.

Hmm. Oh, no thanks, no thanks.

So it's off to Boston.

It's not that far.

Uh, when do you leave?

Tomorrow after class.

Can you come with me?

Uh, Danny Glick's funeral's tomorrow. I want to stay for that.

Why? You weren't... I just need to be there.

I wish you weren't coming.

Me too.

I have to.

Where are you staying?

With a friend.

Girlfriend.

I'll give you the number if you like. Yeah, okay.

You know, it's only an interview.

If I got the job, I wouldn't have to start till the end of June sometime.

That's not so bad, is it?

Well, I guess it'll have to do.

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.

Amen. With faith in Jesus Christ, we reverently bring the body of this child

to be buried in its human imperfection.

Let us...

Vans for tonight?

More or less.

Susan's gone to Boston.

I heard.

Hope she gets it.

Do you?

Oh, whatever's best.

Should I believe that?

Not entirely, but it's what I want to...

Everything's all right.

I'm glad I stayed.

How about the job?

Tomorrow?

So, uh... So when are you coming home?

Friday.

Well, there's really not much point, is there?

No.

Tonight I'm having dinner with Jason Burke.

Jason, just Jason and me.

I miss you, too.

Yeah.

Ben, Ned Tebbets was around here today, fixing a toilet and threatening to fix

you.

I just thought I'd tell you.

You're a nice guy. I'd hate to see you get all busted up.

Thanks.

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.

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?

I don't need it.

Not too tight?

I want it tight.

Okay?

You want to tie me up?

No, I don't think so. Well, I can get out of any knot.

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.

Why do you think that is, Mark?

I always have been.

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

Like you, we're interested in numbers, so you became an accountant.

At least I can earn a living.

I'll earn a living.

Okay.

That's it?

Thanks. Hey, uh, wait.

Uh... Hi.

Just had FBI Boston on the phone.

Rundown on Ben Mears, Straker, and Ballo.

What'd they say?

Hmm.

Straker is British by birth, 58 years old.

Applied extended visa 18 months ago, no criminal record at all.

Barlow?

Born in Germany, left in 20s before Hitler.

Naturalized British, changed his name from Breichen.

Anything else?

Been in the import-export business with Straker since 1943.

He travels alone.

But seems to keep to himself.

Straker's the one who stays in front.

He shown up yet?

Barlow? Yeah. No.

What about Mears?

Hmm.

Mears.

Yeah. He was born here on Salem's lot.

Left at the age of 10. His wife died in an automobile accident two years ago.

He's a left-winger.

Against nuclear power, stuff like that.

No record?

Hmm. Traveled a lot.

There's no, um...

No connection between Mears and the other two?

Wouldn't seem so.

Then why is she so interested in the Marston house?

And why did they buy it?

There's a connection. There's a connection, I'm telling you.

Jason. What?

Well, how's the book coming?

Oh, hard.

Tough way to make a living, huh? Well, it's not much of a living, but it's the

only way I know.

Marston house still center of the story?

Yep. What about the Click Boys?

Thank you.

You connect them with the house?

Everything in Salem's lot is connected to that house. You can see it in every

part of the town. It's like a beacon throwing off an energy force.

Mike.

Come on, sit back.

Mike, are you on something?

No.

Drugs?

Sick, if you're sick.

Since when?

First, I found my dog dead.

Then there was the funeral yesterday.

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

This was after Danny Glick's funeral.

There? I went back to finish Royal.

I was in there.

I started to feel...

Sick. Can I have a drink?

Miss? Whiskey?

What do you remember, Mike?

Singing.

Singing?

Sweet.

Sweetest singing I have heard.

I'm feeling like...

Whose eyes?

Bright and... scary.

Whose? Don't remember.

I... I dreamed you slept there all night.

Yeah, all night.

What about last night?

I let him in.

Who?

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.

so so

Who is it?

Son, are you awake?

Kind of.

Did you have a bad dream?

Maybe.

I don't remember.

You called out in your sleep.

I'm sorry.

Do you want anything?

No.

Goodnight, then.

Goodnight, Dad.

Come in.

I hope these will be all right.

Mike?

Turn your head, Mike.

This way.

Where did you get these marks?

Now, call me in the night if you want anything.

Anything. Even if you have a bad dream.

Will you be sure to do that?

Yes.

Now, anything.

I mean it.

I'll be right down the hall.

Mr. Mears, telephone.

Telephone.

Oh, uh,

uh, just a minute, just a minute.

What is it, long distance?

No, it's Jason Burke.

Oh, what time is it? It's a little after four, and Mr. Burke sounds very upset.

Yeah, Jason.

What's the matter?

Well, give me about ten minutes.

Well, hell no. I was a Baptist.

Jason.

rosary or a crucifix yeah my bedroom mr burke asked yes please well he's not

catholic i don't even think he goes to church please

He's all right, Jason. He's sleeping.

The window's open.

It was closed and locked. I made sure of it.

The sun's coming

out. Look.

A single drop.

Mike.

Mike, wake up.

There's no pulse.

Mark's on the neck.

works. Nothing.

You think I'm crazy?

No.

Do you believe me about the marks? I guess I'll have to.

But where does that put us, Jason?

It puts us in the position where we have to do something.

Could he have died of a virus or something?

Well, Ben, the window, the marks on his neck, and I heard him invite someone

into the room, and oh, a terrible laughter.

Do you know what will happen to you if we whisper a word of what you've just

told me?

Right. Funny old duck living alone on Taggart stream road. How can we trust

him to teach our children? I can't help you, Jason.

I saw a body, nothing else.

And I'm an outsider, a writer, a crazy.

If we do nothing, there is something we can do. We can check this all out.

Call Dr. Norton.

Call the constable.

Let the machinery take over.

Don't even tell Dr. Norton he's dead.

Not dead.

Well, how do we know he is?

Let the medical people check it out.

Let them find the cause of death.

All the times Mike drove that, not guessing how soon he'd be riding 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. They say it's a free country.

Oh, Jason.

What is it you wanted to tell me?

Uh...

Have there been any other people complaining of feeling weak?

Well,

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.

Good morning, Eva.

I heard... Poor Mike.

I'm tired.

I'll just have a cup of coffee and some sleep.

What in the world?

Didn't Mr. Burke want that crucifix?

Maybe because he thought Mike Ryerson was Catholic.

He should have known better than that. He had Mike in school. All his people

were Lutherans.

Well, it looks like you're gonna miss the opening.

What opening?

Those antique fellas.

Straker? Him and the other fella.

Did that other fella ever show up?

I don't know about that. All I know is they're opening the store today.

Wouldn't Dad like this?

I guess so.

Oh, Mr. Straker.

My husband's birthday is next week, and I... Oh, dear.

It's quite reasonable.

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.

English desk here, 18th century.

Values continue to escalate.

Interesting little Welsh cupboard in oak.

And my favorite chair that was with me in London at my establishment.

English.

Oh, you have some expertise.

No, not really.

I just know something about silver. My aunt had some Georgian. We had to sell

it when she died.

What an unfortunate way to acquire knowledge.

My aunt was housekeeper at the Marston 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.

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

And though it was never proved, it 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?

About as much as I believe that trees have souls.

Or perhaps they do.

Oh, you're the writer.

On vacation or vocation?

I am writing about the Marston house.

Ah.

And you'd like to visit.

Oh, why not?

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

You'll enjoy, Mr. Barlow.

Then he'll enjoy you.

You snake.

Try to steal my girl?

Pretty good beating you took, fella.

No fractures, though. Slight concussion.

You understand me?

Yes. Good.

And we're gonna keep you here overnight anyway for observation, all right?

Yes.

Your friend, uh, Ned, he was arrested.

He's sitting in a town jail.

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

Anyone else sick?

Us, but... A couple of new admissions, but nothing, uh...

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, all right?

I want a crucifix.

All right.

It'll make you feel better. I suppose we can arrange it.

Get out.

Get out. I revoked my invitation.

We'll sleep like the dead, teacher.

No!

Oh!

What are you saying? What?

Marge, I'm going to call a doctor.

No. You sure?

I'm okay.

Honey, I want Dr. Norton to see you. No.

Oh, Marge. I'm awake.

You haven't been sleeping ever since... I've

been dreaming about him. Sure.

About Denny.

He comes back and he says, Mommy, Mommy, I'm so glad to be home.

He says he's my baby.

My baby.

Hi.

Dad called me.

Oh, it was just a little knock.

I know you're okay.

There's more, Ben.

Ned Tebbets died last night.

What? They found him dead this morning in town jail. Dad examined him.

Pernicious anemia.

He's just like the good 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 Morriston house.

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

Do you know the priest at St. Jude's?

Father Callahan? Father Callahan.

But I am an agent of the Holy Catholic Church.

And you see, the overall concept of evil in the Catholic Church has undergone a

radical change in the century.

Evil with a small e.

Satan with a small tail.

Witches.

Incubi. Vampires.

In Salem's lot.

Haven't you noticed anything out of the way peculiar?

Well, the Malloys weren't at mass this morning. Mrs. Malloy never misses.

Mrs. Glick, but she'd suffered a terrible blow.

Ned Tebbets.

Mike Ryerson.

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 Hawthorne. Okay.

Okay. And just put it all over the house. Okay. And the crucifixes from

Father Calhoun. The mother's never going to know. 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... And another couple.

Then...

Ned Tibbetts' body has disappeared from the morgue, and the baby that died this

morning is gone.

Marjorie Glick. She's in the funeral parlor in Cumberland.

Forget my car.

Hawthorne.

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

Collecting masks and 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.

Poor little boy.

You can do nothing against the master.

Stop, holy man!

We'll cut the boy's throat.

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.

Now you're part of the body.

I'm a priest.

A priest.

Throw away the cross.

Faith the master.

Faith against faith.

What do you think?

Her condition is very similar to Mike Reier's, since there's no surface

lividity, no signs of rigor.

I'm going to call home, make sure they're all right.

They'll be fine if they follow instructions.

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.

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 restores my soul.

Bill.

He leadeth me in the paths 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!

I will fear no evil. Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

Benny?

Where are you, Benny darling?

I called a friend of mine in San Francisco.

He's turned on to the occult.

He says that we have to get to Barlow during the day... before

sunset... in his coffin... and drive a stake through his heart.

What about Straker?

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

She's all right? She's fine.

What happened?

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 going to have to leave town.

Mother and dad?

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

Tomorrow, before sunset, you take your mother and anyone else that you can

persuade to go, and you leave town.

Where's Gillespie?

Hawkins called in sick.

It's the first day he's been off the job.

Ever.

Are you... You feeling all right?

A little tired.

I didn't sleep much last night. I was dreaming.

Funny.

I dreamed about Ned coming to see me.

It was a funny dream.

I know you got into town.

You look pale. You all right?

Just tired.

I dreamed all night.

Weasel. Young.

Just like old times.

Kissing me on my neck.

Weasel.

Maybe you better go lie down.

Thank you.

so

Mark?

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... Listen.

Please.

You go.

Only if you do. I can't.

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

He's here!

Hold you till tonight?

I don't know what'll happen tonight.

Yes.

What have you done with Susan?

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.

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.

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's happening here. I don't know. I don't

know. Some kind of crazy. You're scared. Whatever it is, I'm not saying.

You're a constable here. Was.

Running. Running.

Running. And you're staying?

You're staying.

All right, since you're staying, come here.

Come here, will you?

Here. Here.

Maybe this will do you some good.

Coming!

Thank you.

Gillespie's leaving town.

Have you seen Susan?

They should be gone by now. No.

Anne's still waiting for her at home.

Father Callahan in there? I was there.

Blessed? It is holy water.

Ben?

Ben, Susan's in there!

They're in there.

Where? I don't know.

Run. Run as fast as you can.

Keep running!

No. Run!

No!

Good?

Bill?

Bill!

It's getting dark.

So?

Wait.

Mark, wait! Mark, wait!

You stand.

He's always here somewhere.

Here.

It's the root cell.

by the time

Bullshit!

The sun's gone down.

Hey, look at him!

I'm going for its tail!

Elm will burn.

It will drive them out of their hiding places.

All of them?

No.

It will purify Salem's lot.

And the others will be on the run and on the hunt.

For us.

We have to go further.

I love you.

You were so difficult to find.

I know.

But we're together now.

We'll always be together.

We'll always be young.

We'll love each other.

Forever.

That is his promise.

Thank you.

There'll be others.

Do we go now?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh.