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Tommy!

Tommy!

Tommy?

Come on, boy.

Come and get it.

Tommy?

Hey! There he is.

Turn it down, you fuck! He'll hear us.

Come on.

Lets finish this thing once and for all.

We're comin' to get you, Tommy!

Tommy!

Run! Run!

Come out, come out, wherever you are!

Tommy!

We're gonna send you back to hell, freak!

We got him!

Batter up!

That's a single!

That's a double!

That's a triple, man! Come on! Come on!

Home run!

String him up! String him up!

Come here!

All right. String him up.

All right. Let him go.

Oh, boy, you are a swinger!

You are! Come here!

Come here.

Oh, boys, we caught ourselves a big one!

Hoist him up! Come on, higher! Higher!

Well, well, well, boys!

Looks like we got ourselves a big one, didn't we?

And he's pretty too, isn't he?

Isn't he?!

He's beautiful!

Okay, boys, time to send this freak...

back to hell!

Do it! Do it!

Drop him!

Dirty job.

But someone had to do it.

Man: You know, all I ever wanted to do

when I was growing up was to get away from this town.

If you told me 20 years ago

that I'd give up the fifth precinct

in New York City for the old Ferren Woods sheriffs office...

Woman: How's that uniform fit?

Man: Like a glove.

And as for this, I'm damned happy to say,

that with the exception of some target practice,

I won't be using it much.

There.

Now, how about that, huh?

- Ooh, Sheriff. - Shh!

Listen! You hear it?

What?

Silence.

Beautiful, peaceful silence.

There's no traffic, no pollution, no gangs.

Yeah. You're right.

But...

What?

I'm just not sure we made the right decision moving here.

Jenny's fine, Beth.

Yeah, what about you?

All that's behind us now, huh?

This is our new home.

This is where we make our life together.

You know, I don't think our daughter

quite sees it that way.

Could you please just talk to her?

Our daughter and I don't talk. We debate, remember?

Jenny will be okay.

Just keep an eye on her.

Make sure she stays clear of the trouble

she ran into in the city, that's all.

Hey, man. Let's spark that joint.

Light my fire.

Hey! You guys knock it off back there.

You're gonna stink up the upholstery.

Hey. Isn't that the new girl?

Yeah, she's kinda cute.

It's Jenny Braddock. Her dad's the new sheriff.

Big fuckin' deal.

Hey, Jenny, It's Marcie. Remember me from Trig class?

Yeah. Hi, Marcie.

Jenny Braddock? I'm Danny.

Danny Dixon.

Let me guess.

You guys are the local badasses, right?

That's right.

Well, no offense, but I've seen a lot badder.

Ooh!

New York City girl.

I like your style, Braddock.

I really, truly do.

My name's Jenny.

My father's name's Braddock.

Okay, Jenny.

Can I offer you a ride?

I don't know if you've noticed,

but, uh, the school's right over there.

Who says we're going to school?

Yeah, okay. I'll ride with you guys.

All right, let's do it.

Come on. You're my new girl.

- I'm Peter. - Hi.

Let's roll.

Yeah, yeah. Hell, yeah.

You got my hunting license ready?

Yeah, right here.

It's $10, please.

Don't seem fair, the price of huntin' gain' up this year.

Sheriff Longbow never raised prices.

Costs 90 up, Slick.

Sheriff Braddock's got nothing to do with that.

I liked it better before.

And don't call me Slick.

I didn't like it in high school, and I still don't like it.

Name's Ernst.

Would you believe old Slick and I,

we're the same age.

Used to be best friends when we were kids.

What a loser.

Looks like this is gonna be a good huntin' season, Sheriff.

I wish I could take credit for that, Judge.

You know, I had a feeling a local fellow like you

was gonna be the right man for this job.

You just seem like a man that...

wants to make things work.

See you, Sheriff.

Yeah.

Oh, by the way, your physical's scheduled for noon.

Okay, here we go.

Now...

don't worry, Sheriff.

Dr. Pettibone comes from a long line of doctors.

Except most of them studied their medicine

with roots and blackbird beaks in the swamps.

- Blackbird beaks, eh? - Mm-hmm.

- This is cold. - Okay.

My grandma be the top sorciére

in the whole of the Achala Falaya.

- Breathe. - What's a sorciére?

- Witch doctor. - Ooh.

Those are some of her patients who didn't pay.

Knock, knock.

Sheriff, Delilah, the mayor's ready anytime you are.

Send him in.

Right this way.

Sheriff.

- Mayor. - Ma'am.

- Hello, Mayor. - Well, it's good to see you.

Well, now, I ain't got time for greetings.

Marie, you got my guitar?

Sure do. Here you 90, Mayor.

Did you cure it?

Well, it's tuned.

Thank you kindly, darlin'. Well, I gotta bail.

Playin' a little gig tonight, and I'm runnin' late.

By the way, how's everybody treatin' you?

Just fine.

Still the same little town I remember.

Be careful, Sheriff.

It ain't New York, but it ain't that little.

If I were you, I'd watch where you're gain'.

Same with that pretty little girl of yours.

I'd hate to see her wind up with the wrong crowd.

Afternoon, Delilah.

Good afternoon, Mayor.

So what is this place anyway?

It's an old iron mine. They say it's bottomless.

Some miners disappeared down there in the '50s.

They never found the bodies.

Some say they fell straight to hell.

You can still hear them screaming on a full moon.

Don't listen to her.

She's a sucker for all that supernatural bullshit.

Marcie, hand me the hook.

Here you go, Danny boy.

Hey, city girl.

I swing across, you give me a kiss?

No way.

- I just may fall! - Danny!

Whoa'.

- How about if I close my eyes? - Danny...

Do it, man.

- Danny! - Whoa!

So where's that kiss?

Hey! Somebody coming.

Shit, it's my dad.

So I guess school let out early today, huh?

Daniel Dixon, sir. Welcome to Ferren Woods.

Judge Dixon's boy?

Yes, sir.

Well, then you should know more than anybody

that these "no trespassing" signs up here have a purpose.

Absolutely, sir.

Well, let's say we pack up our gear

and get our little asses out of here, huh?

That sound like a plan?

Yeah.

Come on, Jenny. I'll drive you home.

Dad!

No. He's right, Jen.

Both: Bye, Jenny!

Hey, shut up!

It was nice to meet you all.

No. The pleasure's all mine.

First you tell me to make friends,

and then you tell me you don't like the friends I make?

I give up.

Those kids are trouble, Jen.

You're a bright girl. You can see that, can't you?

Yeah, I can see a lot of things.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Nothing. Just forget it.

Can't we do better than this?

Your mother's very concerned.

Are you gonna break her heart like you did back east?

That's me. Little old heartbreaker.

I want you to promise me that you're not gonna hang out

with those kids anymore.

Jenny, you hear me?

Yes, sir.

So what'd you tell your dad?

I didn't.

You told your mother?

- Hey, Danny boy. - Yeah?

Let's show the new girl some real fun.

- All right, cow tipping! - Shut up!

Here we go, all right. You want to check it out, Pete?

Go for it!

- Go for it again. - Here we go!

Knock it off! Turn the lights back on!

Here we go.

Oh, shit!

Shit!

- Get out of the car! - Where is she?!

- Where is she? - Fuck! You hit her, man!

She came out of fuckin' nowhere!

- I saw her fall right here. - Where the fuck is she?

Wait, does anybody know who she is?

She's nobody.

She's just some crazy lady that lives in Ferren Hollow,

all right?

Some folks say she's a witch.

Jesus! Look at my fucking car!

This doesn't make any sense. Where the hell did she go?

Who cares? She got up. She walked away, she's fine.

Wait a second, Dan. We don't know that, man.

Does anybody know where she lives?

- Look, Jen, it doesn't m-- - No, you look!

A hit-and-run is serious shit!

Now, where does she live, Danny?

I know.

All right. All right!

- Come on. - Come on!

- Check it out. - Danny?

Shit. What the fuck is this? "Pet Sematery"?

Be careful.

God, it looks like something's buried out here.

- This is a lot of fun. - The cabin's this way.

- Let's go! - Uh, guys? GuyS_

I haven't been here since I was a kid.

- Just be careful. - Yeah, watch it.

- Damn. - Danny...

This place looks like a garbage dump.

It's a cabin, stupid!

Come on up.

Guys, this is kinda weird. Can we go home?

- Would you shut up, Paulie? - Hello?

- Hello? - Shh!

Miss Osie?

Hey, witchie, you got visitors.

Look at all this stuff.

Guys, let's go.

She's not here so we can leave.

It's still warm.

Sure, in case she needs it to cook up her sacrifices.

Young girls burn best.

- You guys, cut it out.

This shit's gross.

Hey, guys, check it out.

What is it?

I don't know. Ask Marcie.

She knows all about this witch shit.

Don't ask me.

This stuff is way beyond Ouija boards.

Doesn't this look like that grave I tripped over?

Yeah. Yeah, it does.

This looks like a page from the Book of Shadows.

What?

It's like a spell book.

Let me see that.

Wait...

Guys, this is a spell to bring back the dead.

Is that blood?

Supposedly blood of the damned.

That's disgusting.

This is great.

We've got a spell to bring back the dead.

- We got some cursed blood. - What are you talking about?

What I'm talking about is some real danger, man.

Some real excitement.

Whatever that old witch has got buried out there,

she wants to bring back to life.

- Let's help her out. - Yeah, Paulie.

You guys, this is serious shit.

Danny, I wouldn't fuck with it if I were you.

Neither would I. Let's go.

What do you think, Jenny? You game?

Look, we came here to check on the old woman.

A little danger never hurt anyone, right?

Hey, look, we knocked when we first came in.

Leave here.

Now.

I think she's blind.

These eyes can see more than you know, boy.

Um...

w-we were just worried that you might be hurt.

You know, the accident.

We didn't see you.

We're really sorry.

Let's go. Come on.

Leave it here.

It's very dangerous, boy. Don't walk with it.

What?

You don't know the evil you are conjuring, boy.

Give it to me! Give it to me!

Danny?

Danny!

- Let's get out of here. - Come on! Let's go!

- Come on, GUYS!

You... will... die.

You... all...

will... die.

Miss Osie...

curses every one Of you...

to the vengeance...

of Pumpkinhead.

- Come on. - Damn.

- This is getting out of hand. - You guys, can we just go home?

- Yeah, let's go home. - You're the one who wanted to stay.

Don't be a wimp, Paulie.

Here it is.

Let's do this.

Danny, are you sure?

Danny'. There's no turning back now.

Pay dirt.

Hey, help me down.

Come on.

Okay.

Take this right here.

Here we 90, man.

Ugh...

What the fuck is that?

It smells.

Oh, Danny, this is really sick.

Pour the blood, Marcie.

- I'm pouring the blood. - I'll read the words.

"Death by anger...

seared with pain.

Jenny'. Look, I don't need thrills this badly, guys.

I'm out of here.

Soul who wanders...

what is thy name?

Entreat thy lord from far below.

Breathe life anew...

into thy soul.

- Would you shut up? - Shut up!

Oh! Help me!

'Help! Help! ' Guys!

Shit looks like it's a dud.

Thank God. I'm out of here.

Looks like old witchie wasn't a witch after all.

Fire! Guys!

Guys, the old lady's house is on fire!

- She's still in there! - Come on!

- Guys, here! - Oh, my God.

- How'd this thing start?! - Where's the old witch?!

- She probably already got out. - Let's get out of here.

- No! - Come on, we gotta get out of here!

- We gotta go now! - Let's go! Now!

- You guys, we can't go! - Come on!

- Come on! Go! - Let's go!

George, close the road off next to the mill, okay?

Right.

Sheriff.

Hey, Marie. How's the old woman?

Doesn't look good.

We've got her at the local clinic, and it's just a matter of time.

Fires like this-- accidents happen.

Maybe it wasn't an accident.

This is an outside windowsill.

These marks are all over the place.

From the looks of them, something was trying to claw its way in.

I'm just not sure whether it was trying to help her or to kill her.

Take it to the lab and give it to Delilah.

- Sure. - Thanks, Marie.

You got it.

Look, I'm sorry, Jenny.

We were just havin' some fun.

Danny, she's in the hospital.

You saw that fire. There's nothing we could have done.

Let's just drop it, all right?

- But, Danny-- - But, what?

That old woman--

Hey, look!

Everybody's gonna keep their mouth shut.

And nobody's gonna get wise.

You got it?

Just chill, all right?

- Whatever. - Shit.

It must have been an accident.

You didn't say anything to your old man, did you?

No.

You know I'd never hurt anyone, don't you?

What's with the gun, Ernst?

Free country, ain't it?

I come here to get my money back for this here huntin' license.

Is there a problem?

Ain't nothin' no law can handle.

'Cause now that that old witch is riled up,

you ain't gonna get me in that holler.

I'm afraid I don't follow you.

Them damned kids don't know what they done messed with.

But when they messed with old Miss Osie,

they done messed with Satan hisself.

There were kids up there?

I was out walkin' in the woods.

I seen this red car, a convertible.

Fast kids rumblin' by.

You gonna give me my money back or not?

Uh, yeah.

I don't want any unhappy hunters out there.

I ain't no hunter no more.

I'm the hunted.

'Cause it's back.

And ain't none of us safe till he gets what he come for.

Wait, wait, wait.

Just what are you talking about?

Why don't you ask the judge or the mayor?

They the smart ones.

I'm just a dumb old farmer, right?

Oh, shit.

Afternoon, Sheriff Braddock.

Nice car.

Thanks. Judge is inside. You can go ahead on in.

Actually, I dropped by to talk to you.

- Really? - Yeah.

You probably heard about that fire last night?

Yeah.

Yeah, I sure am sorry to hear about that old woman.

She gonna pull through?

We'll just have to wait and see.

You don't know anybody who might have been up there, do you?

I sure don't, Sheriff.

Some dent.

How'd it happen?

I hit a dog.

Ah.

Big dog.

- Problem here, Sean? - Hey.

I was just tellin' Sheriff Braddock here how I was home all night studying.

You know, last night?

Yes.

Studying-

Yes, the boy's quite a student.

I bet he is.

Sharp car, too.

Not another one like it within 50 miles.

Somehow I figured that.

- Judge. - Sheriff.

You be sure and tell Jenny I said hi, Sheriff.

You been up to something you shouldn't have?

He's just pissed off 'cause I'm seeing his daughter.

You're already on probation, boy.

I had a hell of a time arranging that!

You screw up one more time, I can't cover for you!

Hey, don't worry about covering for me. I can take care of myself.

Hey!

Oh, no.

It is happening again.

He is coming.

Oh, Lord God, gimme strength.

The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall fear no evil.

And thy rod and this shotgun shall comfort me.

Lord God, save me!

Come on, Satan!

Man on radio'. Sinners, you're going to suffer the wrath of the beast.

Here comes your God. He is our savior.

The beast and he will show you no mercy.

Satan. Satan is not your friend.

Get right with the Lord!

Because you will be begging for a drop of water...

Well, Dixon didn't waste any time getting over here, did he?

You sure you're ready for this?

Ten years in the 12th precinct's made me too ready.

- Let's do it. - Right.

You know, before I came here,

I worked in the New Orleans coroner's office for two years.

They brought in some real hamburger meat.

But I ain't ever seen anything this bad.

Manhattan dumpsters have got nothin' on this.

Well, you ask me, another one of them wildcats

has been scavenging around here.

Old Ernst, he's been bitching about them coming down from the hills

poaching his chickens.

Well, it's hard to tell much of anything until I take him back to the lab.

Or what's left of him.

Dee?

What You got?

Either an unusual blood splatter

or something's been drawn here on purpose.

Drawn? Well, what is it?

I'll get Cory and the boys to put a hunting party together

and we'll track it down.

Now, just hold on there, Judge.

The last thing I need is a trigger-happy posse

who thinks everything that moves is a wildcat.

Now Ernst talked about something coming back for revenge.

Well, I don't mean to speak ill of the dead,

but old Ernst, he's just a scared old boy

with a head full of rats.

H. Christ.

Clean this mess up.

- Goddamn. - All right, fellas.

We got a real winner here.

Well, here's my autopsy report.

- You want some coffee? - I'm wired enough.

Old Ernst took one hell of a ride.

Severed limbs, lacerated quads, crushed thorax,

and not to mention 63 broken bones.

And it gets weirder. Look.

Look at these striations.

Identical to the ones on Miss Osie's windowsill.

So whatever killed Ernst was also at Miss Osie's place.

- Jen. - I'm sorry, Mom.

I'll get that. It's probably for me.

- Hello? - Danny: It's me. Can you come out?

No. It's not a good time.

Um, but we have to talk, Danny.

You didn't tell your dad anything.

No, but I think he's starting to put things together.

What together?

The old woman, some farmer who just got killed.

Look, something really strange is happening.

Don't worry about it. I talked to my old man.

And I won't let anything happen to you, okay, doll?

Mother: Jenny, dinner's ready!

I'll be right there!

Look, I gotta go.

I'll see you after school tomorrow, okay?

Sure you don't want me to come over later and tuck you in?

No, at least not tonight.

All right.

Bye.

You think an animal did this?

If an animal got old Ernst, it wasn't of this world.

Then what?

Well, I can tell you what it wasn't, and that's a wildcat

like Judge Dixon says.

A wildcat can't make claw marks like that.

Some folks...

around say it's...

Pumpkinhead.

Pumpkinhead?

What is that? Some kind of a fairytale?

There is a legend about it around these parts.

It's a kind of a demon the hill people believe in.

I remember hearing about it when I was a kid.

It's said... if you've been wronged,

you can conjure Pumpkinhead to exact revenge in your name.

But if you do, you'd be damned for all eternity.

There is a nursery rhyme about it, isn't there?

How's it go?

Bolted doors...

and windows barred...

guard dogs prowling in the yard...

won't protect you in your bed.

Nothing will...

from Pumpkinhead.

Come on, baby. Come on.

Oh, don't stop.

Oh, don't stop

Ain't nothin' gonna stop me, honey.

Ain't nothin'.

My wife says you can't teach an old dog new tricks.

She just must have forgot the way you like to be petted.

Besides, some things just get better with age.

More out in the truck.

Oh, this beats the hell out of deliverin' mail.

Lookin' good. Whoo!

God damn it! Jesus Christ!

Get the fuck out!

No! No! No! No!

Man: Sorry to wake you, Sheriff,

but I thought you'd want to know we got us another murder.

Oh, man. Where?

Out at Red Byers' place off connector three.

You know where it is?

I'll find it.

Wings.

That's what it is, you know.

Blood wings.

I don't know what it all means.

But there's some kind of helter-skelter type message being left here.

It's a message Red Byers wished had never come.

A postman who obviously stole more mail than he delivered,

a goat farmer from the Hollow, and an old conjure woman--

what do all of these people have in common, Dee?

Well, Ernst and Byers haven't spoken to each other for years.

Well, maybe nobody ever spoke to 'em,

but somebody sure as hell hated 'em.

This much?

Look, what you got here is some psycho out there

killing for fun and taking the credit for the work.

Uh-huh.

What's this?

Safe-deposit box key, it looks like.

I don't think that'll help you find the killer.

But I think this might.

I did a field test.

And all the blood is type 0.

Same as Byer's. Except this one.

I believe this is the killer's blood.

- Get back! - Oh, shit!

Hold her still! Hold her still!

- There. - That's it.

It's okay. It's okay.

Easy now. Easy.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

- It's like she's not even here. - She's not.

Whatever she saw scared her so bad,

her mind couldn't deal with it and it shut down.

It's one step away from being scared to death.

Sheriff, people are saying it's some sort of a monster.

A demon!

Have you made any progress, any clues?

Sheriff, you better catch him.

I'm working on it, ladies. I'm working on it.

What, did you boys raid the armory or something?

We're here with the judge.

If you've still got these guns when I come out,

I'm hauling your asses off.

Are we comfortable?

Unless my calendar's running a little slow, Judge,

I'd say that wild bunch of yours out there is a few weeks too early

to be walking around the streets with hunting rifles.

Not when there's hunting to be done presently, Sheriff.

I understand that folks are shook up about these killings,

but you should know better than I that it takes a hell of a lot more

to catch a killer than to load a rifle and form a posse.

We have our ways in this town.

A little buckshot solves a lot of problems.

Well, that's just great.

And what if your way kills the wrong person, huh?

BOY-

Correct me if I'm wrong,

but I don't think you would know one way or the other, would ya?

Judge, as long as I'm wearing this badge,

we break this case my way.

Danny! I--

Just stop. I really don't feel like this.

What's the matter? I thought you wanted to.

What's the matter?

Danny, there was another killing last night.

And my dad thinks it has something to do

with what happened out at Miss Osie's place.

You didn't say anything, did you?

Of course I didn't say anything.

But, um...

- But what? - Maybe I should.

Are you nuts?!

Look, if you tell him the fire wasn't our fault,

- I mean-- - Look, they're gonna slam us.

You can bet nobody's gonna believe it was an accident.

Maybe my dad will.

Look, Jen.

We didn't do this alone, not really.

I'll take care of everything, okay? Don't worry about it.

You all right?

- Oh, shit. - I gotta go.

All right, but we're all getting together tomorrow at my place.

Okay.

Be there.

We saw you talking to Jenny.

What were you guys talking about?

No, let me guess.

She wants to rat us out, right?

You're out of line, Pete.

Tell him, Marcie.

Lindstrom sent me down to the principal's office today.

There were some files on his desk. One of them was Jenny's.

Some real interesting stuff in there.

Seems she got into some pretty bad trouble at her old school.

She and some friends stole a teacher's car.

They got caught.

Funny thing, though.

Jenny was the only one who wasn't charged.

She squealed to her old man, Danny.

So her old man pulled a few strings and got her out of a bad scene.

That doesn't mean she squealed on anybody.

There's something else.

We've heard all the talk, Danny.

All that... stuff about Pumpkinhead.

Yeah, so?

Danny...

What if that body we dug up-- what if--

What? What if it was Pumpkinhead?

What if we brought him back to life and he's out there killing people?

What if he is? What if he comes after us?

Jesus, you guys are pathetic.

How do you know we didn't do something out there?

That was some pretty bad shit we were messing with, Danny.

All right, fine, Danny will take you out there

and show you that no monster crawled out of that box.

And then maybe you'll leave me the fuck alone.

Sure, Danny.

Sure.

So, what have we got here?

Well, what's left of Red Byer's life, I guess.

Let's see what's in here.

Legal papers.

Jewelry.

Some money.

And these.

Hmm.

"Deformed Boy Runs Wild in Hills."

When I was a kid, there was an orphan boy who lived in the woods.

Nobody knew where he came from.

People thought he was a freak of nature, a reject from the circus.

Some people actually believed he wasn't even human.

Oh, that's horrible.

As far as any of us were concerned,

he'd raised himself in the woods.

His name was...

Thomas Parnell.

People thought he was a geek or something.

The story goes, okay, that if he found you alone,

he'd rip your heart out and eat it right there,

so you had to watch as you died.

Ugh...

All those horrible things they said about Tommy just simply weren't true.

I never told you this.

But when I was seven years old,

I used to play by that old abandoned rail road mineshaft.

One day, I'd left a toy there.

And when I went back to get it the next morning...

there he was.

Tommy: Wheel

Tommy was just a little boy like me,

grateful that I'd saved his life.

We moved away shortly after that.

I never saw him again.

According to this clipping...

he hung himself

in 1958.

I don't get it.

Why would a retired postman keep hidden under lock and key

clippings about a deformed boy who died 35 years ago?

I'm really glad you came.

Thomas Parnell, an orphan, died in 1958.

I need to see the coroner's report.

I can get them, but it'll take some time.

Do it.

Now, what's so important?

I did an analysis of the blood out at Red Byer's place--

- The blood of the killer. - Yeah.

I've never seen blood like this before.

I know it sounds crazy.

But whatever's out there doing the killing

is unlike any life I know.

It's... some kind of...

Monster?

You think it's the legend, hmm? Pumpkinhead?

Is that what you're trying to tell me?

I don't know what it is.

All I know is it's not an animal.

It's not human. So, what is it?

Gentlemen, may we help you?

- The mayor's been looking for you. - Yeah, you!

Look, I've been doing everything in my power to deal with this.

I'm sure you have.

But you must have heard the talk

that maybe what we're dealing with here ain't human.

Do you believe that?

Well, of course not.

But a lot of folks do.

A lot of tourists do, if you know what I mean.

No, I can't say that I do.

Well, let me put it this way.

The Loch Ness Monster.

The Abominable Snowman.

Bigfoot.

That stuff is big business.

The way I see it, this thing could put us on the map.

I got a couple of guys from the National Enquirer all set to come down here!

People have died here, you know?! You do know that, don't you?

Tragedy, ain't it?

Well, so is the budget of this here town.

You get my drift?

If you'll excuse me.

Thank you.

I want that creature, Braddock!

Dead or alive, I want it!

All right, kids. Let's take a look at your creature.

Shut up.

- Oh, man! - God damn.

Man...

I told you you shouldn't have done it, Danny!

I told you!

Would you shut up, Paulie? It means nothing!

Nothing? The body's gone, Danny.

The spell worked, man.

Oh, Christ.

I told you guys before,

you cannot raise the dead!

Right.

Then tell that to whatever used to be buried down there.

What have we done? What the fuck have we done?

We've done nothing!

Would you guys get a grip?

I knew it. I knew this would happen.

I told you. Guys, we gotta tell somebody.

No. You're keeping your mouth shut.

There is a good explanation for all of this.

And until we find out what it is, we're sticking together.

We're all getting together tonight at my place.

Until then, you guys keep your mouths shut, you got it?

Let's get out of here.

Yee-h aw!

Ain't that a bitch. Damn cock went limp on me.

Ain't the first time.

Give it up, boys. Give it up. Come to papa.

Baby needs a new pair of shoes.

Thank you, boys. Pleasure doing business with you.

- Suckers. - See you next time, huh?

- Not bad for a night's work. - You got that right, brother.

Hey, you missed something here.

I said you missed something there!

She can't hear you, stupid.

Well, she got eyes, don't she?

Hey. I said you missed something there.

Can't you see it? Can't you see it, huh?!

Can't you see it?!

Come here. I hate when you do that.

What kind of way is that to treat our baby sister?

You got a lot of room to talk.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

I ain't the one sleeping with her.

What the hell's going on here? Brian! Fred!

What the hell's happening?

Brian! Brian, what the hell's going on?

Fred! Fred, what the hell is that?

Oh. my God! Oh. my God!

Oh. my God!

I was driving home when I picked her up

on the side of the road half-crazed.

She works out at the Knox brothers.

Sister, I think.

She's deaf and mute, Sean.

So whatever she saw, she can't help us.

I'm afraid not. But maybe this can.

Whatever it is made a real mess of the Knox brothers.

I'm gonna need help with the bodies.

- We have to stop this. - Stop what?

We don't know what it is,

let alone where it's liable to strike next.

I don't believe it's killing at random.

Ernst, Byers, now the Knox brothers.

They're all somehow tied in together.

And the answer's got to be with this.

If we can just figure out what that means,

we figure out where it strikes next, we get there first,

and God help us,

kill whatever it is.

The legend persists in rural American folklore.

Deformed children were denounced by mountain priests as hell spawn,

said to be the union of a demon

invoked by witchcraft to right a wrong

and a woman born of mortal flesh.

When a woman was suspected of having intercourse--

Sean? I need to talk to you.

I thought you were at work.

This is Jenny's sweater. She was wearing it the other night.

It smells like smoke.

So she was at Osie's place.

All over again she does this to us.

All over again!

Dee: Sean? Sean.

The coroner's report just came in on Tommy.

According to this, Thomas Parnell

supposedly hung himself in this area.

- Why supposedly? - I just don't buy it.

He couldn't have done this to himself.

The contusions-- they happened over a period of several minutes.

They came from all sides of the body.

This is more consistent with a bludgeoning than a hanging.

So he was murdered.

Brutally, and somebody tried to cover it up.

But Tommy was an orphan.

Now there's nothing in these records that indicates the county

buried him in a pauper's grave.

That's because his body was claimed.

And guess by whom.

Old woman Osie claimed Thomas Parnell's body.

But they weren't even related.

She buried him in that cemetery near her place

and tended the grave lovingly ever since.

Like she was his guardian angel.

What's going on? What happened?

I lost her.

It's 8:19. I'll make the call.

Tommy's guardian angel just flew away.

Sorry, Sean.

It's okay.

Dee'. What?

It is too late to help me, like it is too late to help the others.

- Sean: This can't be. - Dee: Oh, my God.

What do you mean, others?

The ones he's going to kill.

Is...

he the one who pulled you from the fire?

Who pulled you from the fire, Osie?

Tommy did.

This is a nightmare. She's dead.

Before I died, I was the guardian of his soul.

Tommy's soul.

A very special soul.

His mama...

nothing special about her.

But his papa--

Go on.

His papa was the one you call Pumpkinhead!

The legend is true.

Why... is he killing all these people?

The ultimate vengeance is the vengeance you seek

for your own soul.

I saw him kill the farmer,

the postman,

and them other three.

They got what they deserved!

Them boys with them wings.

Blood wings.

Red wings!

He'll kill them six boys with them red wings.

- Six? - There were five victims!

Who's the sixth, Osie?

And what are the red wings?

And when he kill them six boys,

he'll go after the kids that burnt me.

Please...

help us, Osie.

Tell me how to stop him.

Take this. It may help you.

Sean: Red wings. Red wings.

There's something familiar about them.

There's nothing in these yearbooks.

Wait. Ah, here we are.

Look at this.

The Red Wings.

It's an auto club. Cruising, hanging out together.

Who do we got here?

Jody Red Byers.

Ernst Heller. The Knox brothers.

Who's number six?

Merle Dixon.

That's Judge Dixon.

It's gonna kill the judge next.

Having a little party, huh, boy?

Well, I got you and your friends all set up in the little cabin.

I had it stocked this morning, so there should be plenty to drink.

If that's what you got on your mind.

Hope you got protection, honey.

Sol'l'Y-

Oh, I'm cold. I wish I brought my jacket.

Wait here.

- Here. Use my dad's. - Oh, thanks.

Those monsters probably already drank everything my dad put in there.

- Are they there? - Yeah, I think so.

Hey, this is supposed to be a party. You guys are deader than shit.

Look, man, forget about the party. We need to talk.

Then talk.

That old woman-- that witch--

Danny, she died!

Well, I'm real sorry to hear that, but the woman was old.

She didn't die of old age, Danny. She--

She what, Paul?!

You know.

What do I know?

Look, we had nothing to do with that fire. It was an accident.

Maybe if you hadn't hit her, she could have gotten out faster.

Maybe the fire wouldn't have happened at all.

He doesn't know what he's talking about, Jenny.

I never hit her.

I saw you do it, Danny.

I saw you. You killed that old woman!

- He's lying, Jen! - No, you're lying!

Look, we're all guilty.

Okay?

We're gonna have to go tell my dad, Danny.

She's right. You do what you want, Danny.

- We're gonna go to the sheriff. - Like hell you are.

- What, are you crazy?! - Paulie!

Paulie!

Are you okay, man? Are you all right?

- Let's get out of here. - Nobody's going anywhere until I say.

What the fuck are you doing?

Get on the couch now.

Put the gun down! Put the fucking gun down!

Get on the fucking couch now!

Sean: Jenny said she was meeting her friends at the judge's.

Dee: Good God, Sean, hurry!

-- Come on. Come on.

I know you're there. Pick the damn phone up.

- Hello? - Cory!

- Yeah. - Judge here.

Listen, boy, I need you and the others out here tonight.

Why is that?

There's been too many of my old friends dying lately,

and I got good reason to think I might be next.

How do you know that, man? It could be anything.

Don't ask me how I know! I just know, that's all.

You and the boys get out here,muy pronto.

And bring a damn arsenal with you.

All right, Judge, I'll see who I can round up on short notice.

- Hold on a sec. - What?

What?

Hello?

Hello, Judge?

Sweet fucking Jesus.

Judge?

Hello?

Holy shit!

Jesus!

Get your ass over here now!

Who the fuck are ya?

Who?!

What the fuck are you?

Well, come on. That's it, that's it.

Eat this, you fucking freak!

Son of a bitch!

You.

You.

It can't be you. No!

What the fuck was that?

Nobody move.

It's him, Danny. He's here!

It's Pumpkinhead!

Shut the fuck up, Paul.

He's gonna kill us. He's gonna kill us all!

I said shut the fuck up, Paul!

Oh, God.

Whoa, what are you gonna do?

What do you want from us?

Paul, I want you to go around back, and I want you to get the car.

Danny...

Just do it!

- Please, Danny-- - Just do it now!

Come on!

Fuck!

Paul's been gone for a long time.

Nobody move!

The power's dead, and so are we.

He's gonna kill us because of that old witch.

Where the fuck is Paul?

What the fuck?!

Go, 90: go'

Go!

- Come on! - This way! This way! This way!

- Go! - Spread out! Go! Go!

Come on, Marcie! Let's go! Come on!

We gotta get the fuck out of here! Come on!

Here! Come on!

Come on, Marcie! Come on!

Marcie!

Marcie!

Marcie! No!

Marcie!

Motherfucker!

You motherfucker!

- Dee'? -Over here.

- What is it? - It got the judge.

And there's a dead kid in the cabin.

Jenny's out there. Come on!

Sean: Jennifer!

Jennifer!

Dad!

Look! Go this way, move!

All right, let's kill it.

All right, boys, lock and load.

Come on! Come on!

GO! Go!

Jenny!Jenny!

Get out of the way!

Jen!Jenny!

I hear something!

He's at the top of the hill!

No, Tommy! Don't!

Dad!

I'm not gonna hurt you!

Oh, my God!

Look, Tommy. Miss Osie left me this.

I know you trusted her, Tommy.

Please... trust me!

Your soul can rest now! You've avenged your own murder!

You punished those who hurt Osie.

She's not one of them!

I saved your life once right here! Don't you remember?!

Please! She's my daughter!

Please!

It's all right, honey.

You're safe now.

Thank you, Tommy.

Thank you.

Sean, the judge's posse!

Oh, my God!

- Go on. - All right, lock and load.

Go, Tommy!

Get the hell out of here! They'll destroy you!

Move away, Sheriff!

What are you doing? Go!

Go, Tommy! They'll kill you!

Stop! Hold your fire!

What the hell are you doing?!

Tommy!

Waste him!

No!

Eat this!

No!

Drop him!

Mom told me about Tommy.

How you saved him when you were a kid.

He didn't kill me because he trusted you.

I'm sorry, Dad.

For everything.

What is it?

An old fire truck.

How did it get--

I watch the world walk around me

Afraid to look in my eyes

I try to hide

And bow my head

Then I wonder why

I feel the angry slowly surface

As my soul's been sacrificed

My self-control

Has no home

And outside, it's cold as hell

Ohh

All I ever wanted

Is to be somebody

All I needed was a true-blue friend

You take my pride

Bury me alive

Then you wonder where I'm coming from

Why am I

The one you push aside?

Why am I

The one to be denied?

When all I ever wanted to be

ls just like you, yeah

I got blood on my wings

I can't fly no more

You got blood on your hands

Did you think that I didn't know?

You couldn't leave me alone

Now you're gonna pay the price

You're gonna pay the price for Tommy

All I ever wanted

Is to be somebody

All I needed was a true-blue friend

You take my pride

Bury me alive

Then you wonder where I'm coming from

Why am I

The one you push aside?

Why am I

The one to be denied?

When all I ever wanted to be

ls just like you