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Red Rover, Red Rover,
send Janie right over!

Red Rover, Red Rover,
send Emily right over!

Come on, Emily!

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

Who's it gonna be?

Yeah, come on, man!

'You're never gonna win!'

Okay. Bobby Fricker.

Gross! He's always picking
his nose.

and eating his boogers.
- So what? He's a wimp.

- Okay.
- Okay, come on.

Come on, you guys.
We can do it.

Come on, Chrissy.

- Just hold on.
- Come on.

Red Rover, Red Rover

send Bobby Fricker right over.

- Oh!
- Oh, man!

Stomp her, Bobby!

Stomp her, Bobby.
You can make it!

'Hi, it's Sam. I'm out.'

'Deliberately avoiding your call.'

'Leave it at the beep.'

'Hello?'

'I wasn't sure
if that was your number'

'until I heard that message.'

'Now I know it must be you.'

'It's me, Chrissy,
the one who's expecting.'

'That is, uh,
expecting a child'

'and expecting you to show up
like you promised'

'with the whole old gang.'

'Oh, no, well, maybe not old'

'but at least, uh, older'

'so let us know if, uh, well'

'I hope when you're coming in.'

'After all, a promise is a promise.'

Thomas Wolfe once said

"You can't go home again."

Well, that's great for old Tom

but he wasn't a chick who made
a pact with her friends

when she was 12 to get together

whenever any one of them
needed each other.

So, here I am driving back

to my childhood home
in Indiana

a place I can tell you
I never wanted to see again.

I guess a promise is a promise.

Sure looks like I picked
the wrong week to quit smoking.

- Hey, doc. Play some B-ball?
- Hey, not today. Way too busy.

- Oh! That's me.
- Bye, Dr. Martin.

'Morton? Chrissy?'

'Anybody home?'

Be right there!

- Hey. Saw the Jiffy Pop.
- 'Oh!'

- Thought of you.
- Oh, thank you.

Don't go near the stove.
You may burst.

Very funny.

But if this baby doesn't come
soon, I'm gonna have to reach in

and yank it out myself.

- Oh, that'll be pretty.
- Where's the whiz?

- I got it.
- Huh!

Oh!

Can you believe this tramp?

'Now, what is it that she has
that gets people so excited?'

Long legs, a tiny waist,
and perky breasts.

Roberta, you know
how I feel about swearing.

Chrissy, "breast"
is not a dirty word.

- I can't hear you.
- Breast.

- Can't hear you. Can't hear..
- Breast. Breast!

- 'Hey, let's go. Hurry it up.'
- 'Coming, mom!'

Hey. Good to see ya.

Hey, Roberta. You look great.

- Oh.
- How you doin'?

- Alright.
- Picture!

And, you! Look at you.

- Ahh.
- Thanks for coming.

'Oh, wow!'

Oh!

Hey, bitches!

Good Lord!

- How you doin', star?
- Hi, Roberta.

- Good to see you.
- Oh, God!

- Picture!
- Oh!

- Huh!
- Look at your belly!

Tina Tercell!

Oh, Teeny, Teeny, Teeny, Teeny!

Oh!

Picture!

No, you look good!

'Yeah, I'm a supermodel.'

- It's good to see ya, Teeny.
- Mm, yeah.

- It's been too damn long.
- He-he.

- Come on in. Come on in!
- Yeah.

'Oh!'

- Ta-da!
- Whoa. Time warp.

Wow. It looks exactly like
it did when your mom lived here.

You know what they say.

Like mother, like daughter.

Oh, what can I get
you two to drink?

Oh, Jack Daniel's
would be great.

Oh, that would be great.

We don't keep hard liquor
in the house.

- Oh.
- Oh, w-w-whatever you have.

- Anything is.. It's fine.
- Yeah.

We have beer.

- Great. He-he.
- Great. Heh.

- Good. Okay.
- Be back in a jiffy.

I've been looking
for one of these.

Mm. I can't believe
you kept this thing.

Mm! Morton wanted to tear
it down and put in a dough boy.

'Yes, dear.'

But I just couldn't part with it.

Besides, it's not mine to tear down.

It belongs to all of us.

I-I really wanna thank you guys

for showing up.

'Hey, don't worry
about it, Chrissy.'

I think you'll make a great mom.

A little overbearing and rigid

but, by the grace of God,
the kid'll come out

relatively unharmed.

And if not,
there's always therapy.

I can't believe
you're havin' a baby, Chrissy.

Makes me feel very old.

This whole... baby thing baffles me.

I mean, you have it

you raise it,
you inevitably screw it up.

It resents you, feels guilty
for resenting you..

She's crazy.

...then it has a baby,
which only perpetuates

the vicious cycle.

- Thank you, Oscar the Grouch.
- He-he-he.

So, Sam,
what are you workin' on now?

My tan.

If you ask me,
you ought to write a book

about something
people can relate to.

I didn't understand half of
that "Aliens Next Door" thing

of yours I read.

She'll take that
as a compliment.

Why don't you write a romance
novel, like Danielle Steel?

Now, there's a lady who knows
how to write a page-turner.

- Oh, yeah.
- He-he-he.

It's true, Roberta.

The longer they're gone,
the weirder they get.

You know what? I'd just like
to see you guys more often.

Now, what's it been, huh? Ten
years since you've been back?

- Don't give me any grief.
- That's alright.

Roberta, for example

has chosen to be... alternative.

'She lives in sin
with her boyfriend'

'but she's still normal.'

Yes, I'm normal.

'She hasn't had
four failed marriages'

or an endless series
of monogamous relationships

or wear black.

- 'No.'
- She's happy.

Technically, I have only
been married three times.

- The first one was annulled.
- See?

Oh, you two think
everything is so funny.

If you ask me,
you both need to grow up.

Maybe you're right.

Shelby, Indiana, was not the
most exciting place to grow up.

In fact, the most common
cause of death before puberty

was boredom.

And in the days
before MTV and Nintendo

we had to find ways
to entertain ourselves.

The summer of 1970 started out
like any other summer.

School ended, and we had three
months of freedom ahead of us.

But that year,
freedom wasn't enough.

We wanted independence

a place to call our own.

That's why we decided
to buy the tree house

and the quest to earn the money
was our summer goal.

The four of us lived
in The Gaslight Addition.

It was a dream neighborhood

a brand-new,
pre-planned community

built when new was in
and old was out.

Hey, you guys. Wait up!

'I'm tired of this. I don't want
to hear it anymore!'

'But what?'

'Calm down.
Let's talk about this.'

'I am tired of talking
about these things.'

'How many times do we have
to have this conversation?'

'Things are not getting
any better.'

'Look, why don't we just try
and work it out?'

'We've been trying for years.
It's no use.'

'Well, maybe if you spent
more time at home..'

'You just don't get it!'

'No, you don't get it..'

Come on.

My parents had been fighting

for as long
as I could remember.

It never bothered me.

It was the opposite, actually.

It was comfort and consistency.

I'll race you!

Sarah, get your sister
and come on in.

Coming, mom!

No matter what I do

they just keep getting bigger!

'You better hurry up!
Your breakfast is gettin' cold!'

Okay. Ugh.

Roberta grew up with her dad
and three older brothers.

Her mother died
when she was four.

That's her in the picture.
Roberta never left the house

without that picture.

'Shut up, man! Let me go!'

You guys!

Tina, tell us how you felt
at the exact moment

you realized you had won.

Well, Ron, I can only say

that I've thought
about this day..

That I've thought
about this day

dreamed about this day

for as long as I can remember.

To win an Academy Award
at such a young age

is an enormous accomplishment.

Where will you go from here?

Teeny was an only child.

Her parents
were country clubbers.

Never around, really.

Typical upbringing for actors
and pathological liars.

Direct.

...ninety-two..

...ninety-three..

...ninety-four..

...ninety-five..

...ninety-six..

...ninety-seven..

...ninety-eight..

Chrissy?

Ooh. Sorry, honey.
Can I come in?

- Sure.
- Heh.

Oh, honey. Keep this closed.
Records get dusty.

Tsk. Uh-oh!
Canopy up. Canopy down.

Isn't that the right way?

You know what, Chrissy?

I've been thinking..

...about what you asked me.

About sex.

Yes, dear. Heh-heh.
You say that very casually.

Uh, it's very scary for mommy.

It's like somebody going, "Boo!"
Ah! That's what sex is.

- I'm sorry, mommy.
- Well, it's alright.

It's fine.

I believe you're too young
to be informed

but since your friends
are trash mouths

I think you should hear it
from me. The facts.

'This is gonna come
as a shock to you'

but..

Here. This is a flower, right?
Okay.

Well, all women have a garden

and a garden needs
a big hose to water it..

...or a small hose
as long as it works.

As a direct result
of this conversation

Chrissy will spend
a significant part

of her adult life
obsessed with gardening.

Those are The Wormers.

Everyone in the neighborhood

felt sorry for their mother.

Like us, the Wormers
also had a summer goal.

It was to make
our lives miserable.

They were the enemy.

Hey, wormy Wormers.

- Now!
- Get 'em!

- Aah!
- Help me!

- Get 'em!
- Watch out!

- Watch out!
- Watch out!

It's Jell-O!

- Chrissy, get down!
- Aah!

- Go, go, go, go!
- We're gonna get you!

Go, Roberta, you can do it!
- Ha-ha-ha.

- Ah!

- 'Roberta, are you okay?'
- Ugh!

We owe you, Wormers,
and we always pay our debts!

Yeah, like we're really afraid
of a bunch of girls!

- Yeah, you should be!
- 'Who are we?'

- Wormers!
- Wormers!

Here you are.

"Your idea of foreplay is, A

"a candlelit dinner
and moonlit walk on the beach.

"B, making out
on a bearskin rug

"at a local mountain cabin.

"C, watching a sexy movie.

Or D, all of the above."

B.

E. None of the above.

Roberta, that's not
a possible answer.

Then B, I guess.

Definitely A.

Surprise, surprise.

I picked D,
"All of the above."

Surprise, surprise.

That's a $107 and 24 cents.

'So how much more
do we need?'

Twenty-three more dollars,
and the tree house is ours.

Hey, I say the first night we
get it, we have a slumber party.

Oh, Sam. Get a load of your mom.

- How short are those shorts?
- How tall are those boots?

I had no idea why,
but earlier that summer

my mom began to dress
like Nancy Sinatra.

Wow. Your mom is so cool.

Hey, you guys,
there's a full moon tonight

the festival of the spirits

who come back to earth
and walk among the living.

Four black cows.
That'll be $1.60, boys.

We're girls.

I know.

She is so off!

What do you expect?

She's a witch.

'I swear.'

'She's got voodoo dolls
and everything!'

I saw 'em. And hear this.

One of the dolls looked exactly
like Principal Winters

and you know what?

There was a needle sticking

right in the middle
of his heart.

I saw it the morning
before he had his heart attack.

So, do we try
another seance tonight?

It didn't work last time

and it's not gonna work
this time.

It'll work.

This is the one night
when the barrier

between the dead and the living
can be broken.

I read it in the encyclopedia
of "Supernatural Phenomena."

You are so weird!

- I'm in.
- Yeah, me, too.

Here are the scores.

Roberta, "You're a woman
on the verge.

'"Although your sensuality
is yet to be tapped'

'it is like a volcano
ready to erupt."'

Whoa. Everybody look out
for Roberta.

That's crap.

'Samantha, "You walk
the fine line'

"between romanticism
and sex appeal.

"Don't be afraid
to take the plunge.

You might surprise
yourself."

I'll keep that in mind.

'Chrissy, "Let go
of your inhibitions'

'before you dry up
like a prune."'

What's that supposed to mean?

Now, me.

Teeny, "You are a sexual magnet

"attracting men from
the four corners of the world.

Pace yourself."

'I'll get the rest of my things'

'when the girls
are out of the house.'

'Becky, please,
we're past that point!'

'This just isn't working.'

I decided not to tell
the others about my father.

Call me a fool, but I actually
thought he'd be back.

A wishful notion
I held on to for years.

At the time, no one
in The Gaslight Addition

had gotten a divorce.

And the last thing I wanted
was to be different

from my friends.

'I'm freezing.'

'It's so cold out here!'

'Here, take my shirt.
Now I'll be cold'

but maybe you'll shut up.

It makes me look fat.

- You are fat.
- I am not fat!

Am I fat?

'Now. Hold hands
with the person sitting'

next to you, palm to palm.

Let's contact Marilyn Monroe.

She didn't cooperate last time.

No one ever cooperates.

I think we should bring back
somebody buried

in this cemetery.

How about "Dear Johnny?"

Let's find out how he died.

'Close your eyes.'

'Guide us in our pursuit
of the spirit world.'

Keep our circle safe
from those who promote evil

and seek to harm.

Dear Johnny, we know you
were just a kid when you died.

We wanna find out how.

I'm here.

- Concentrate.
- He-he-he.

Dear Johnny, can you hear me?

If you can hear me,
give us a sign. Let us know.

It's okay.
We just wanna talk to you.

Tell us how you died.

He's here.

He wants to tell us a story.

- Chrissy.
- Maybe we should stop.

He's afraid.

Tell him not to be afraid.
Tell him it's okay.

He's all by himself.

'He's lonely.'

He needs a friend.

I got you.

Oh!

- Ah.
- Ow!

Hey, that hurt.

Yeah? Well, you deserve it,
fart-ass.

Don't you ever do that again.

I'm sorry, you guys

but you're so gullible when
it comes to this seance stuff.

I mean, it's all
just pretend, right?

- Chrissy, where are you going?
- 'Chrissy!'

Somebody get her
before she has a heart attack.

- Chrissy!
- Aah!

- Chrissy, wait up!
- We're right behind you!

'Come on, Sam!'

'Sam!'

'Sam, we got to get outta here.'

You guys.

- There's somebody out there!
- What?

Over there!

I don't see anyone.

Probably just the wind
or something.

- Yeah.
- Come on.

- Come on!
- Let's go.

Sam, come on!

Roberta, why can't you
just act like a girl?

- Yeah, please.
- Ha-ha-ha.

- Now look what you've done!
- What?

You know how much
I hate to get dirty.

It's nothing.

It's Crazy Pete.

Let's cut through the field.

Base to Chrissy.
Base to Chrissy.

'Base to Chrissy. Do you copy?'

'Over.'

What?

We need a secret meeting.

Now?

Remember I thought I saw someone

in the cemetery after the seance?

Well, I think he came into my bedroom.

- Who?
- Dear Johnny.

Give me a break!

This is a really bad idea.

This is definitely not a good idea.

Oh, shut up, Chrissy.

You're bugging the crap
outta me right now.

Ditto.

- Sam!
- Sam!

You okay?

Holy cow!

We did it.

We actually friggin' did it!

He's back..

...and we brought him here.

Nothing on Dear Johnny.

Everything before 1948
was lost in the fire.

But Ms. Wendy says
the Greenfield Library

carries copies of
all the county newspapers.

That settles that.

What settles what?

We can't ride our bikes
all the way to Greenfield.

Can we?

Yeah. I'll bet.

Sing it, girl.

- Truth or dare, Roberta?
- Truth.

How big are your boobs now?

Drop dead.

She has to say, doesn't she, Sam?

She doesn't have to say
if she doesn't want to.

- Then can we see 'em?
- No, you can't see them.

Weirdo.

I don't have any real ones yet.

Oh, you'll get them,
and you'll hate them.

No. You're lucky, Roberta.
Men love 'em when they're big.

Look at how big mine are today.

They almost look real.

They're filled with pudding.

Pudding?

The Wormers actually gave me the idea.

- Oh.
- 'Jell-O is too jiggly.'

Pudding has a heavier,
more realistic texture.

What flavor is it?

It's vanilla.

Hm.

'Chrissy. Truth or dare?'

Truth.

Have you ever
been French-kissed?

- Tuh!
- Are you kidding?

I don't want to get pregnant.

You can't get pregnant
from kissing.

I know that, beetle-brain.

But it's common knowledge
that if you tongue-kiss a boy

he automatically thinks
you'll do the deed with him.

They can't help it.
They're driven.'

It's the male curse.

And, uh, what deed would that be?

Y-you know.

Planting the seed
and watering the flower.

Isn't that how it works?

The man takes his watering can
and sprinkles it on the flower.

I think it's time for a break.

'But we haven't ridden
that far since lunch.'

- Come on, Chrissy.
- Fine. Go ahead.

- Leave me here.
- Oh, Chrissy.

I don't care,
but I'm taking a break.

Wait, listen. Turn that off.

Oh. It's beautiful.

Wow!

Where'd it go?

'Where'd it go?'

What?

What?

It's in your hair.

Get it out!

Get it out.

Get it out, please.

- Get it out.
- I can't.

- Get it..
- It's all runny.

- Come on.
- Get it out of my hair.

- Chrissy, calm down.
- Get it out of my hair.

- Stop it!
- Aah!

Look out below!

Roberta, don't.
It's too shallow.

Bombs away.

- What?
- Where'd she go?

- Wait.
- Roberta!

Roberta!

Oh, my God!

Roberta!

- No!
- Aah!

- 'No!'
- 'Aah!'

Ro-Roberta!

- Roberta!
- Roberta!

- Oh, my..
- Roberta!

Roberta!

- Roberta?
- Ugh!

Ugh. No!

Come on. Get her up here.

She's not breathing.

Someone's gotta give her
a mouth-to-mouth.

You do mouth-to-mouth.
I'll do CPR.

- No, other way around.
- Out of my way!

Come on, Roberta.

Well, it's good to know
who your true friends are.

You know, I was gonna do it.

- Me, too. I really was.
- Yeah, right.

Chrissy here is the only one
who's really--

- 'Oh, my..'
- 'Chrissy!'

Don't you ever do anything
like that to me again! Ever!

It was a joke!

That wasn't the first time
Roberta faked her own death.

Earlier that year,
she scared the hell out of us

when she jumped off the roof

and pretended
she broke her neck.

None of us had experienced
a loss like Roberta's

and we didn't understand her jokes.

But she kept tryin'
to make death funny

maybe to make it easier
for herself.

What was that?

Look.

I'm sorry.

If it means anything to you

I really appreciate
that you woulda done

that mouth-to-mouth thing.

You scared me to death.

I'm sorry. I-I..

Roberta, you're my best friend.

Hey, hell of a right hook
you got there.

Roberta, don't swear.

Hey, you guys, come here.

Oh!

- 'Come here.'
- Ow! Wait. Ow!

Oh, my God!

- What?
- I saw his penis.

- Whose?
- Whose?

- And the balls.
- Whose?

- You guys..
- Scott's.

Yeah!

- Oh, my God!
- Oh, my God!

Great. Now I'm the only one
that hasn't seen Scott's thing.

It'll be the topic
of conversation

for rest of the summer.

You're forcing me to look.

Chrissy, nobody's forcing
you to do--

Okay, I'll look.

But I want to make this
perfectly clear.

I am looking under protest.
Yeah, right.

It's not very big.

What's so funny?

No, it's only big

when the, well,
guy has a hard-on.

Oh.

And when that happens

it'll get this big.

What's a hard-on?

Doesn't your mother
tell you anything?

I'm beginning to think
she's been misinformed.

Oh, you guys.

Let's do it.

Get ready to make a mad dash.

Yeah, you better start now.

Buzz off, hog head.

No, I'm serious. You get going.

- This is too easy.
- Come on.

Hey, Wormers!

It's payback time!

- Come and get 'em, suckers!
- Yeah!

Hey! You better give those back!

Yeah, dream on, asshole!

Hey!

'Come on, you guys!'

Come on, let's go!
They're right behind us!

- Hey!
- 'Oh, come on!'

Come on!

Come back here!

- Aah!
- Run!

- 'Let's go! Run! Run!'
- Come here!

Here we come, Chrissy.

Let's go!

- Oh, my God.
- Oh.

- Alright, joke's over!
- Wrong!

- Come and get 'em!
- Whoo!

- Come on!
- Give it back!

Give us our clothes back!
Damn it!

- Please!
- Please!

- Nice undies.
- Come and get 'em!

- Come and get 'em!
- 'Whoo!'

Hey, wait up!

All for one, and one for all!

- Whoo!
- Yeah!

Come on, Chrissy.

'Hey, you guys. Wait up.'

Think I'm allergic to dust.

- A-choo!
- Nothing happened in April.

Nothing ever happens in Shelby.

I kind of like it that way.

Nothing.

What's wrong?

It's my mom.

It was a head-on collision.

The driver of the pickup truck
fell asleep at the wheel.

She was pinned in the car
for an hour and a half

before she was rescued.

She was fully conscious
while rescue workers attempted

to extract her
from the demolished vehicle.

She died during the night
at Green County Hospital

of massive head injuries
and severe internal bleeding.

'I don't understand this.
This isn't right.'

'What do you mean?'

It musta been awful
for her.

A lot of pain.

She was really beautiful, wasn't she?

Like a movie star.

You guys, I think I found something.

Read it.

"Funeral services
will be held on Saturday

"for 12-year-old Jonathan Simms

"and his mother,
36-year-old Beverly Anne Simms.

"Due to the unexpected
and tragic circumstances

"involving the deaths

the family has asked that
the services remain private."

'That's it.'

There's nothing else.

What do you mean, "That's it?"

How did they die?

'Wait a minute.'

The pages have been torn out.

Somebody's gone to a lotta trouble

to keep Dear Johnny's death a mystery.

Hey.

Hey.

Are you in the army?

- Was.
- Vietnam?

Was.

Did you kill anyone over there?

Not because I wanted to.

Did you get shot?

That's a great song.

Does your leg still hurt?

Yeah. Ugh. Hurts like hell.

You know, takin' that hit
was the best thing

that ever happened to me.

What do you mean?

Got me a seat
on the next plane home.

But we're winning, right?

Nobody's winning.

Want a sip?

- Thanks. Smoke?
- Yeah.

- Here.
- I'd love a smoke.

Smoking stunts your growth.

Smooth.

So, did you get a Purple Heart?

- Yeah.
- How come you don't wear it?

Yeah, it's a huge honor, right?

No.

On the news they said
the U.S. is really starting

to gain ground over there.

Forget about that, okay?

Forget what you heard about it.

Forget what you saw.

Even the people
who are over there lied about

what they had seen... or done.

Doesn't seem like
you can believe in much anymore.

You can believe in yourself..

...if you're lucky.

So, are you gonna be sticking
around here for a while?

Mm. Nah.

I try not to stick around
anywhere, you know what I mean?

Yeah, sure.

Definitely.

Is that an earring you're wearing?

Yeah.

You're a hippie, aren't you?

You're a trip.

My mom says all hippies are sex fiends.

- Geez, Chrissy!
- Huh.

I'm gonna tell you something
that I wish

somebody told me
when I was your age.

And what's that?

Your parents aren't always right.

No shit.

It's getting late.
I think we should get going.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Yeah, she's right.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

Bye.

See ya.

Bye.

'Hey!'

Whatever it is you're looking for

I hope you find it.

Thanks.

Peace.

Where's my daddy?

I told you, honey, he had
to go away for a little while.

But you'll be able to see him soon.

Every other weekend and holidays?

But I wanna see him now.

I wish you could, honey,
but you can't.

Hey, Angela,
I saw Crazy Pete yesterday.

You kids leave that
poor, old man alone.

Do you hear me?

Why get dressed like that anyway?

- Like what?
- Like that.

It's embarrassing.

- Anybody home?
- Nobody move.

Hello!

- It's just grandma.
- What's going on?

Your grandmother's upset
because your father moved out.

So? Let her yell at him.

He's the one that left.

I know you're in there.
I saw your car in the garage.

'Open the door. Ugh.'

- Hide.
- Hello!

- What?
- Hello!

Hide!

- You have to get the..
- Samantha!

I just can't handle
your grandmother right now.

You have to go to him!

I hate this.

Why won't you
just let grandma in?

Open the damn door!

This is it.

The suspicious lack of detail

surrounding Dear Johnny's death
led us to the one person

we knew could help us
find out more.

Yes?

We need your help.

I'm a little blue today, boys.

Go on, give her the money.

Maybe this'll cheer you up.

Come on in.

I can't believe we're spending
ten tree-house dollars--

- Shh!
- What brings you here today?

We've been contacted by a spirit.

- His name is Jonathan Simms.
- I know.

I feel a strong
spiritual presence here.

For ten tree-house dollars,
I'd feel it, too.

Silence.

The spirits are here, and,
yes, they wanna talk to you.

Okay, I want you
to shuffle these twice

and then cut them
three times facing me.

'Relax your minds and bodies,
and be open to his presence.'

Mm-hmm.

We wanna find out how he died.

Did you see the look on her face?

She was scared.

You guys, Wiladene's a fake.

She was scared, and so were you.

Well, what do we do now?

The spirits haunt the living
for a purpose.

Dear Johnny wants us
to find out how he died.

You saw the card.
He was murdered.

Maybe he wants us to settle the score.

Come on. This is
getting outta hand.

We need to talk to someone
who was alive when he died.

Like who?

My grandma.
She's the oldest person I know.

She has her poker game this afternoon

but she said we could stop by
tomorrow morning.

Your grandmother plays poker?

She likes to gamble.

Oh, wait, but I promised my dad

we'd paint our garage door tomorrow.

I mean, come on, guys, it's $10.

Hey, Kenny, where's the fire?

Softball game, Kettles Field.

Oh! Let's go.

- It's gonna be all boys.
- So, what are we waiting for?

Hey, batter, batter, batter!

Come on, boys, come on!

'Hey, batter, batter, batter!'

Hey, batter, batter, batter!

- Way to go, guys!
- Yeah!

- Yeah!
- Home run!

Okay. Come on, Roberta,
you can do it.

The home-run mama
steps up to the plate.

Let's get him on second.
Let's go!

'Come on, Roberta, hit that ball!'

Guys? Move it in!

'Come on, Roberta, you can
do it. Hit over their heads!'

- Come on!
- Keep your eye on the ball.

Come on, Roberta! Whoo!

This is for yesterday.

Go, Roberta! You can do it!
Hit it over their heads!

- Shut up.
- 'Here we go.'

'Don't pay attention to them,
Roberta. Concentrate.'

Whoo!

- Foul ball!
- Foul!

Strike one.

Yes!

Come on, Roberta! Touchdown!

'Hey, batter, batter, batter!'

'Hey, batter, batter, batter!'

'Hey, batter, batter!'

Hello, dear.

Get lost, nerd-o.

'Okay. Let's go, Roberta.
Home run. All the way home.'

Who are you kidding?

Girls can't play softball.

What did you say?

Uh-oh.

I said, girls can't play softball.

What's she doing?

Roberta, remember,
you're a lady.

Why don't you go home
and play with your dolls?

The only doll Roberta's got
is a G.I. Joe.

- Ooh!
- 'What are you doing?'

Fight!

- Come on!
- Oh, my God!

Come on! Yeah!

- Wait, Roberta!
- Stop!

- That's enough!
- Roberta!

You wimp.

- Roberta, look at your hair.
- You wimp!

- Crazy bitch.
- Foul mouth.

How does it feel to get the crap

kicked out of you
by a girl, huh?

It's too bad your mother's dead.

Somebody needs to teach you
to act like a girl.

- Fight!
- Fight!

There you are!

Samantha, I want you to meet
a friend of mine.

- This is Mr. Kent.
- Hey, Samantha.

'Boy, your mom's been tellin' me'

'all kinds of great things about you.'

Says you're a real good kid.

It's a pleasure.

Samantha?

Samantha?

Great pleasure to meet ya, little lady.

You're a looker, too.

Just like your mommy.

So, Samantha, your mom tells me

you're real interested in science.

Science fiction.

You ever, uh, been
to the Smithsonian?

Oh, let me tell ya,
that's somethin' to see.

Phew. That place is big!
Ha-ha. Bigger than big.

Ahem.

'I don't know, mom,
uh, we might need to plan'

'a trip to D.C.
before school starts.'

What do-what do you think?

That would be just great!

Wouldn't that be just great, Samantha?

I think we all might
have a pretty good time.

My dad's gonna take us there.

Well, hell..

Mr. Kent?

Oh, uh, please call me "Bud."

"Bug?"

No. Bu-duh. Duh.

B.. B-U-D.

Uh, well, Bu-duh..

...you have a piece of f-food
stuck in your teeth.

- Damn it.
- Oh! Oh!

It's fine. It's okay.

'Just hold on.
I'll be right back.'

Okay. Oh, boy.

Darn. Do I.. Uh, how's my..

- 'Well, it's gone. It's gone.'
- 'It's gone?'

Thanks. Ha-ha!

First-date jitters.

Wow, Bud, that's a pretty scarf.

Oh. Uh, thank you, Angela.

Oh, boy.

- Use this. Oh.
- Thank you. Hah!

I got your chair
pretty good there.

- It's fine.
- Ha-ha.

'That should fit, huh?'

'Whoops!'

Um.. Ahem.

Well?

Samantha?

'Samantha!'

Love means never having to say you're sorry.

How's the movie?

Tearjerker.

How come you're out so late?

Just need to do some thinking.

In the summer?

You wanna go try
out the tree house?

Sure.

You're not following through.

Who asked you?

See ya.

Hey.

Let's go.

Let's go.

You're pretty good.

- You know?
- Thanks.

And I mean, like,
not just for a girl, you know?

For a guy.

Thanks.

Hey, um..

...you want a pop or something?

Cool.

That'd be great.

- Roberta?
- What?

Why do you think
we fight all the time?

Just something to do, I guess.

'Cause, you know, I was wondering..

'Cause I think you're
a really nice girl.

I always thought you hated me.

So did I.

- Roberta?
- What?

Um..

Can I kiss you?

What are you mumbling?

Um..

Would it be alright if..

Can I kiss you?

- I guess.
- Great. You ready?

- Like, you wanna do it now?
- Sure.

I mean, if you want to.

Okay.

That was great.

It was okay.

- Scott?
- Yeah?

If you mention this to anyone,
especially your brothers

I'll beat the shit out of you.

Okay.

- 'Truth or dare?'
- 'Truth.'

'If you were stranded
on a deserted island'

'with me, Chrissy, and Roberta'

'and there was nothing
to eat whatsoever'

'who would you kill for food?'

I dispute the question.

The odds of that happening
are slim and nil.

You still have to answer.

Then, Chrissy, I guess.

Why?

'Cause she'd feed more people.

Truth or dare?

Truth.

Do you like your parents?

I don't really know my parents.

But as far as I can tell..

...they're assholes.

You know, I believe
what that soldier said

about your parents
not always being right.

I mean, just 'cause they're adults

doesn't mean they know shit.

Well, I never thought they did.

I did.

My dad moved out.

They're getting a divorce.

But I thought
your parents got along.

- I lied.
- 'Why?'

I don't know.

I just wanted to have
a normal family, you know?

Like "The Brady Bunch."

Well, six kids sharing one bathroom

does not sound like fun to me.

Besides, Mike and Carol are widowed.

Well, then, "The Partridge Family."

Shirley Jones is a widow.

Buffy and Jody,
they're orphans. Um..

'"Courtship of Eddie's Father,"
widower.'

"My Three Sons," widower.

"Bonanza," widower.

"Beverly Hillbillies.."

- Widower.
- 'Widower.'

You see, Sam?

There are no perfect families.

It's normal for things to be shitty.

Yeah.

Well, it might be normal..

...but it still hurts.

All those parents died, Teeny.

My dad chose to leave.

I really miss him.

It's okay.

It's okay.

I'll always be here for you.

Thanks.

What are you doing?
You love those.

When you're 12, without effort,
you live in the moment.

You don't regret the past
or worry about the future.

And at that moment
in the tree house

Teeny filled my heart
with hope and comfort.

Best friends for life.

For life.

- We better go.
- Yeah.

You know, I heard
in another ten years

half the population's
gonna be divorced.

I find that really hard to believe.

Come on, let's get outta here!

- Teeny!
- What?

- It's gone!
- What'd you lose?

My bracelet!
It just fell off!

Well, let's come back
in the morning. It's raining.

We have to find it now.

There it is!

- Look!
- I don't see it!

It's in there! See?

I'll get it.

- Damn!
- It's okay. I can get it.

- Be careful!
- I will! Hold that!

Oh, God.

- Got it? Watch your head.
- Yeah.

There's a lotta stuff down here.

Look, a yo-yo!

Cool. Hurry up, okay?

'It's really starting to pour.'

Okay.

- Got it!
- 'Great! Now, come on!'

- Let's get outta here!
- 'Okay!'

Samantha!

'Sam!'

Oh, Sam!

Oh!

Sam! Sam!

- Teeny, gimme your hand!
- 'Here!'

- I'm slipping!
- No!

- Hold on!
- No!

- Aah!
- Sam!

- Aah!
- 'No!'

Sam!

Help me! Teeny!

Teeny, help me!

Okay. I will!

Help me, Teeny!

Somebody!

Help!

- 'Aah!'
- Sam!

I'm coming, Sam!

- 'Aah!'
- Oh!

Teeny! Help me!

No!

Sam!

Teeny! Teeny!

Sam!

Sam!

Oh, Sam!

Sam!

Okay.

It's okay.

It's over.

Come on now.
Come on now, dear.

Come on.

Here.

Why are you afraid of me?

It's weird the way
you only come out at night.

It's... kinda scary, you know?

Yeah, well, uh..

I don't like to see a lot of people.

I don't think they like to see a lot of me.

You get her home, huh?

See ya around, Pete.

If he wouldn't have been there, Sam..

Teeny and I both knew
what would've happened

had he not been there,
and on that night

we caught a glimpse of a hero
in Crazy Pete.

Roberta, you missed a spot.

Why don't you get your butt
off the asphalt and help?

You know if I don't eat
every few hours, I get nauseous.

Wormer alert.

I thought I smelled
something foul.

Maybe it's your armpits, lard butt.

Oh, your wit astounds me.

Hey, I ain't no nitwit.

Come on, man, let's get outta here.

Ladies.

What's his problem?

Maybe he's a pod person. He-he.

Maybe he's not such a creep after all.

- Hey, man! Ow!
- Ha-ha-ha!

Gotcha.

That was the day that Roberta

quit taping her boobs.

I didn't know you're bringing
the whole neighborhood.

- Come on in. Come on in.
- Hi.

I got a whole pitcher
of fresh lemonade for ya.

Sit down, girls.

Samantha,
how are you holdin' up?

- I'm fine, grandma.
- I'm glad to hear it.

I've been worried to death about you.

- I'm really okay.
- Oh, good.

She's just fine, Mrs. Albertson.
We're taking good care of her.

Well, I'm glad to hear it.
Oh, let's see now.

We have extra company.
One, two, three..

So, I'll get some glasses

and then you can ask me
this important question

you need to know.
Alright?

Sam, why is your grandma
so worried about you?

Who knows?

Here we are.

Alright. Chrissy.

Roberta, Teeny, and Samantha.

Alright. And me.

Bottoms up.

Mm.

'How is it?'

- It's great.
- 'Good.'

Mm. It's refreshing.

Well..

Grandma, do you remember
a little boy our age

and his mother who died here in 1945?

'Jonathan and Beverly Anne Simms?'

We were just wondering how they died.

Did something terrible
happen to them?

Yes.

But it's the kinda thing
you don't wanna hear about.

Please? We wanna know.

Unh-unh. You'll have nightmares
for weeks.

- 'Come on, Mrs. Albertson.'
- 'Please, Mrs. Albertson.'

'Tell us.'

Yeah, come on, grandma.
What happened?

I-it took me a long time to..

...to forget that
terrible tragedy, Samantha

and I don't, uh, I don't wanna
dredge it up again.

Well... you're just like your grandpa.

All that junk he piled up in the attic.

He had these weird fascinations..

...the old poop.

Curious about everything
that went on in this town.

Oh, God.

Dear Lord.

Old Eda. Old Maude.

'Drink up, everybody!'

I'd love to chat,
but I've got a big..

...Bingo tournament
over in Farmland.

Oh. Alright.

Get a move on, girls!

I wanna make sure
I get some good cards this time.

Come on, get out. My keys.

Come on. Hurry, everybody.

Hurry it up!
We're gonna be late!

Bye, grandma.

- 'Bye, Mrs. Albertson.'
- Bye!

You come and see me
again soon, Samantha!

Okay!

They must love Bingo.

We really should hurry up.

We could get in trouble for this.

Come on, Chrissy.

- Don't drop me.
- Okay. On three.

Hey, now, pull.

One, two, three.

'I know grandpa's scrapbooks
are in here somewhere.'

- Find anything?
- Not yet.

Sam, I think I found something.

'Those are my parents.'

They make a great couple.

Yeah.

Jackpot!

They were murdered.

'"Beverly Anne Simms and
her 12-year-old son Jonathan'

"were found brutally murdered
late Friday night.

"Their bodies were discovered
by Peter Simms.

"After leaving the Sidecar Pub
around midnight

"he entered his house
to find his wife and son

"had been shot to death.

'"The sheriff's department
believes a burglar'

'"was caught off-guard
and killed the two witnesses'

'"when they apparently woke
from their sleep.'

'"They have no clues as to a suspect.'

'"The sheriff has every reason to believe'

'"the robber was probably
just passing through'

and has left the area."

It's an editorial from
my grandfather to the paper.

"What appears to be isn't at all.

"That's the knowledge we've
gained from the brutal deaths

"of Jonathan and Beverly Anne Simms.

'"If we thought Shelby
was a safe, sleepy town'

"sheltered from the violence
of the outside world

we were deceived."

Shelby is a safe town.

If something like this could happen here

think of how bad it must be out there.

Roberta, it's okay.

No, it's not okay!

'It's not okay!'

Why did they have to die?

Why did she have to die?

My dad lied to me,
he said that

this beautiful angel
swooped down to earth

and he carried her away.

Before she had a second
to feel any pain!

Why did she have to die?

Why did he have to lie to me?

He's all I have left,
and he lied.

He's not all you have left.

All I can count on is you guys.

I know how you feel.

What do you mean?

My dad moved out.

They're getting a divorce.

A divorce?

I'm sorry, Sam.

Screw 'em.

You guys have us.

I say we make a pact.

Here and now.

We're here for each other always

no matter what happens in life.

If Teeny goes off to Hollywood

or I marry a rich doctor..

...we remember this day
and this pact.

Whenever we need a friend

we're here for each other.

We can count on it.

Always.

No matter what.

It's a pact.

All for one..

And one for all.

Now more than ever we need
to put Dear Johnny to rest.

- Is everybody ready?
- Ready.

- Ready.
- Ready.

We brought Dear Johnny
back from the dead

and it's up to us
to send him home.

Close your eyes.

Guide us in our pursuit
of the spirit world.

Keep our circle safe
from those who promote evil

and seek to harm.

Dear Johnny, we know
you and your mother

were brutally murdered.

Did you come back
to tell us who did it?

We're here to help you
rest in peace, Johnny.

We're listening.

He's here.

Don't break the circle.

Tell us who did it, Johnny.
We're here to help.

Holy moly!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

It's the killer!

Please don't hurt us!

Hey. This isn't a playground.

It's a cemetery.

And you kids should have
a little respect for the dead.

Hey, we have a lot of respect
for the dead, okay?

Yeah, that's why we're here.

We resurrected Dear Johnny
from the grave.

Oh, really?

Well, how do you think
his tombstone

got cracked down the middle?

I... knocked it over
with my tractor.

- You did?
- Yeah. Uh-huh.

'It's not easy movin' around
all these headstones.'

I'm not doing any more
of these dumb seances.

They're a waste of time.

I just can't believe
we thought we did it.

Well, what about
the tarot cards and--

Get over it.

I knew at that moment

our days of playing
make-believe were over.

As we grow older, it becomes
difficult to just believe.

It's not that we don't want to

but too much has happened
and we can't.

Let's go.

Hey, look, it's Crazy Pete.

Let's just leave him alone, okay?

What's wrong?

I-I forgot something
in the cemetery.

I'll catch up.

You want me to come with you?

No. I'll be okay.

Pete?

You're Peter Simms?

They were my family.

It's a terrible thing
that happened to them.

I'm sorry.

For the longest time,
I thought I could've stopped it

if I woulda been home
instead of down at that bar.

But you were there for me.

I-I've wasted a lot of years..

...afraid to face people.

M-mostly afraid to face myself.

I'm scared, too.

What's your name?

Samantha.

Well, Samantha

things will happen in your life

that you can't stop

but that's no reason
to shut out the world.

There's a purpose

for the good and for the bad.

He gave me the only gift he could

the lesson it had taken him
a lifetime to learn.

And although I understood
the importance of his words

it's only now, looking back

that I understand
their meaning.

Rest in peace, Dear Johnny.

- Stop messing around.
- I'm busy.

Besides, I look better
with makeup on.

Yeah.

What's that supposed to mean?

We all used to try so hard
to fit in.

We wanted to look exactly alike

do all the same things

practically be the same people.

And when we weren't looking

that changed.

The tree house was supposed
to bring us more independence

but what the summer
actually brought

was independence
from each other.

Samantha.

Samantha!

'Samantha.'

Samantha.

- What?
- 'Oh!'

Your car is blockin' my jeep.

Oh, shit! The keys.

It's coming.
I think I saw its head.

- You saw its head?
- You didn't see its head?

- You didn't see its head?
- Oh-h!

No. Forget the keys.
Take the limo.

- The limo?
- Yeah.

- Limo.
- Yeah, we'll take the limo.

- Go get the bags, call Morton.
- Alright. No, here.

No, no, no, wait.
Don't-don't leave me alone here.

Alright, let's get you to the car

before you have another
one of those fits.

- How you doin'?
- Hi.

- Get out. I need your car.
- Pardon me?

I have a pregnant lady here.

I have to get her to the hospital.

It's no problem, ma'am,
you just tell me where it is

and I'll get you there in a jiffy.

Well, a jiffy isn't gonna do it.

Hey, move it, buster!

See?

Thank you very much.

'Alright, just tell him..'

Have a nice day.

Go!

You know, this has
pretty good suspension.

- 'Watch it!'
- Sorry.

Morton's in the middle of a root canal

but he'll meet us at the hospital.

There's oodles of room back here.

- Um, should you be doing this?
- Is that a VCR?

I can't believe
there's a VCR in here.

Roberta! There's a VCR in here!

Yeah? Does it have a remote?

Okay, enough screaming.
Thank you.

Breathe, breathe, breathe.

Chrissy, your uncle.
Oh, no, it isn't.

- Aah!
- Oh, shit!

No swearing around my baby.

Shi-i-i-t!

Chrissy, you're gonna have to push.

- Come on, Chrissy, push.
- You push yourself!

- I am!
- Come on, Chrissy, push!

Oh, God! I've changed my mind
about the drug.

It's too late for that.

Give me the drugs
or I'll kill you!

Just give her the drugs.
Just give her the drugs.

Hey, you are gonna
have to calm down, alright?

'Now, push, Chris, push!'
Mm... God!

Come on, I-I can see the head.
I see the head.

- Oh! Wait.
- 'Oh! Come on.'

You really can see its little head.

Is it supposed to look like that?

Yes. Chris you're doing great.

- Is it a boy or a girl?
- I don't know.

So far, it's just a head.
Alright, We're almost there.

'One more big one, Chris.
You can do it.'

- Come on.
- Here comes the big one.

Chrissy, push.
You're almost there, Chris.

'You're almost there.
One more big one, Chris.'

'Come on!'

No. I want it out of me!
Get it out! Get it out!

Oh, get it out of her.
Get it out of her.

Ahh!

It's a girl.

'Beautiful baby girl.'

Oh.

Oh! It's my baby!

Shh!

'Hey, you charmer.

Oh, hi.

Am I too late?

No, Morton.
Look, it's your baby.

Hello, dear.

We have a baby girl.

Hi.

'See?'

'She really is beautiful.'

You know, kinda looks
like Rush Limbaugh.

Very funny, Roberta.

Chrissy, truth or dare?

Oh.

Truth.

- Are you happy?
- Yes.

I'm so happy I feel like
I could just bust

'and shoot happiness out
all over everywhere.'

- Roberta, truth or dare?
- Truth.

'Just how big are your boobs now?'

Well, just how big are your boobs?

36-D and worth every penny.

D. Who knew?

'Sam, truth or dare?'

Truth.

Are you happy?

Not really.

But I just figured that it's normal

for things to be shitty.

'Huh. Hmm.'

Look, I got an A-plus
on career day.

I musta just missed that class
on personal relationships.

Well, maybe you should integrate
color into your wardrobe.

Men love pastels on a woman.

It's not about pastels or men.
It's about me.

What are you talking about, Sam?

I've had how many relationships
in how many years

and I've run from every one of
them, which doesn't make it easy

to get to that next level.

The intimacy level.

Well, if you don't fall
in love, you can't get hurt.

But it sure is lonely all by yourself.

Yeah, it is.

Hey, you guys remember
that summer with Crazy Pete?

Mm, God, we loved a mystery, didn't we?

Did we have fun that summer or what?

Yeah, it was the best.

You know, I used to send Crazy Pete

a Christmas card every year
with some cash?

'But it came back last year.'

Yeah, he died.

Oh.

You know,
I never told you guys this

but Pete was Dear Johnny's father.

'What?'

- He was?
- How did you know that?

Well, do you remember
our last seance in the cemetery?

I went back, and Pete was there
putting flowers

on Johnny's grave.

He said something that
didn't mean as much then

as it does now.

He told me that
things happen in life

that you can't stop

but it wasn't a reason
to shut out the world.

Wow.

I realize that

I've been so afraid
of the bad things that, um..

That I've missed out on the good.

You know, I didn't wanna
come back here.

But I'm really glad I did.

I'd forgotten how much it helped
to have you guys as friends.

We're really lucky
to have this place..

...and each other.

Boy, and there is a part of me

that would like to
just stay here forever.

I wouldn't go that far.

But it would be nice to
come back and visit more often.

I agree.

Let's make it a pact.

All for one..

And one for all.

'Red Rover, Red Rover'

'send Anthony right over!'

Come on.

You can run from
the disappointments

you're trying to forget.

But it's only when
you embrace your past

that you truly move forward.

Maybe Thomas Wolfe
never got to go home again

but I found my way there.

And I'm glad I did.