All language subtitles for Needful.Things.1993.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

Oh my God!

There's an awning on the new store.

There's still soap on all the windows.

So?

So...
They're hiding something.

I don't think so, Nettie.

I think it's just going to be
some kind of antique store is all.

Well I'm never going over there.

Hey!

Hey, Raider. How are you, buddy?
Good to see you.

Hi, Nettie.

Hi.

Uh... Is Polly around?

Gosh, yes. It's lunchtime.

Wow!

Hi.

Morning, Frank, Father Meehan.
Hi, Alan.

- Good afternoon.

Smoked turkey on rye?

Not today.

I think I'm going to try one
of your specials today.

So I'll have... What's that?
I'll have that.

The delicious salami provolone,
lettuce, tomato, mayo, and two

kinds of mustard in a pita pocket.

I wouldn't.

Okay, how about smoked turkey on rye?

Good order.

Smoked turkey, rye!

And a big piece of
Nettie's apple pie.

So how's your day so far?

A little crazy, actually.

Did I tell you I got the photos
back from the drug store...

"You won't believe your eyes."

"Needful things."

"A new kind of store."

"You won't believe your eyes."

It says so right there.

Well then it must be true.

So who's the new owner?

Nobody knows.
Not from around here is all.

Aren't you supposed to be in school?

Got a cold.

Hellooo?

Hello?

Is anyone here?

- I'm here.

Uh... The door was unlocked.
I... I... I didn't bust in.

Of course it's unlocked. I'm open.

You've been here before.

Uh... No.

Sure you have. Sure...

I never forget a face.

Who are you?

My name is Leland Gaunt.
And you are?

Uh... Brian Rusk.

Nice meeting you, sir.

I'm equally pleased to make
your acquaintance, Master Brian.

Now, what would you fancy?

Fancy?

Yeah. What would you like?

Everything that's here
is for sale,

but not everything that's for sale
is here.

I have a basement, you see.

Are you from overseas somewhere?

I'm from Akron.

Where's that? England?

That's in Ohio.

Oh, what do you know?

There's Wilma Jerzyk and
her husband Pete.

What do you suppose they're up to?

Uh... Buying feed for their
turkey farm?

Oh... Roast turkey, huh?

No, she's a crazy person.

Now, what'll it be, huh?
A Walkman?

A... A mountain bike?

Uh, I already got one.

Air Jordans.

Uh... I don't know.

Sure, yeah, I guess.

No. Of course not.

Those are just objects,
aren't they? Huh?

Just things.
Nothing really important.

Well... Suppose you had
one wish, Brian.

What would you say?

A wish?

One wish. Just one.

To make you happy.

What would make you happy again?
Let's see, where do we start?

What could I possibly
have around here...

Mickey Mantle?

Little before your
time, wasn't he?

Well yeah.
I meant the baseball card.

I mean, me and my dad,
we used to collect them.

Topps or Fleers?

Topps. We had a whole collection
of 56 baseball cards.

Al Kaline, Whitey Ford, Roy
Campanella, guys of that caliber?

We have every Yankee
except Mickey Mantle.

Uh-huh, uh-huh...

I mean,
Moose Skowron was over 65 bucks.

Wow... Yeah, well
Skowron is one thing.

Woo! Mickey Mantle. That's got
to run 6, 7 hundred bucks.

Well... You asked me, right...

I believe I might have something
that will make you very happy, Brian.

Stay right here.

Oh my God. Look at my butt.

I look awful.

No, you look fabulous.

Pol, you know how, Um...

you're always saying that
I'm not all that serious about us?

This is your camera, right?
I mean... I don't look like this.

I'm gonna commit suicide
if I look like this.

Polly, I uh... Um...

Will you marry me?

Yeah sure, whenever you're serious
about it. I gotta go check Nettie

make sure she doesn't burn
the French fries again

and put me in the poor house.

Polly.

I am serious.

Mickey Mantle!

Oh!

"Topps, 1956."

Signed "To my good friend Brian"

Wait a minute! Brian! Th-That's
my name! That's impossible!

"With best wishes, Mickey Mantle."
Now, close your eyes, Brian.

Close your eyes.

Now, then. How much would you pay
for this card, Brian? Hmm?

Mickey Mantle. Topps, 1956.

Signed, "To my good friend Brian."

Uh, no, uh... No, listen,
all I got here is...

Shhhhh...

The buyer must never tell
the seller how much he has.

If you can't tell a lie,
then be still.

The first rule of fair trade,
Master Brian.

So what do you think?

I can't breathe yet.

It's not as great as it looks.

I got it off the TV.

Such a liar.

Put it on?

Yeah.

Does that mean yes?

Yes...

Yeah?

Yes. Yes!

No.

Well...
95 cents!

Wah!
Well now we're getting somewhere.

Uh...

Not quite enough, okay?
But an intriguing offer nonetheless.

Let's call it
half the price, shall we?

Yes. Half the price is 95 cents.

The price you pay cash.

The rest

the other half is a deed.
You understand?

A deed?

A trick.
Well, more like a tiny prank.

No big deal. And no one's ever
going to suspect you.

I promise.

Do you remember that lady we peeked
at buying feed across the street?

Yeah, Wilma Jerzyk.
The turkey farmer.

Do you know where she lives?

Out of the car.

I said, "Get out of the car."

Now.

Owww! Oh!

Is this your name on this
goddamn ticket, Ridgewick?

Or maybe this is some kind of forgery?

You were parked
in the crip space.

The what?

Wait a minute!
You can't come in here...

The what?!

The handicapped space!

And you've been told about it
before too Buster and you know it!

Bud, what'd you call me?
Did you call me Buster?

You touch me again I'll throw you in
the god damn cell, I mean it!

It's Danforth! Danforth Keeton III!

Who is Head Selectman
of this piss pot little town.

Could get you fired off the force
in two...make that one second flat.

Am I getting through to
you, Norris?

I'm the on who told him
to write the ticket.

Oh!
Well in that case, my mistake, huh?

Jesus, Dan...
What in hell's got into you today?

Nothing got into me! I'm just sick and
tired of self-important little pricks.

Pusillanimous assholes...

That's enough!

Because I try to do a lot for this town,
I accomplish a lot for this town.

In fact, I am this town. And I am sick
and tired of this god damn persecution.

I am not persecuting
you, Danforth.

He called me Buster!

You know how I feel about that.

Then he'll apologize.

Won't you, Norris?

I don't know that I will.

You will.

Now.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I called you Buster.

Yeah, you little mama's boy.
You candy-assed...

Oh shut up, you bloated,
cigar-sucking used car salesman.

Boats, shithead!

I sell quality preowned yachts,
you miserable fucking scuzz bucket...

Shut up! Shut up!
SHUT! UP!

You know guys I moved
here and I thought,

"Great, I'm out of the
big city and I'm finally"

"in a place where
everybody isn't gonna be"

"crawling up everybody's
asshole every day."

"A Place where maybe my
biggest nightmare was"

"gonna be gettin' some god
damn cat out of a tree."

But forget that!
Everybody is insane everywhere!

So you guys just fight
it out between you.

One of you kill each other, and
who's ever left, I'll throw in jail.

You can do it. I know you can.
He's not gonna bite.

But wh...wha... what will I say?

You introduce yourself.
"Hi. I'm Nettie."

Then what?

Nettie, just go. You'll be fine.

Go on.

Hi. I'm Nettie.

Thank you, Mrs. Patterfields!
Thank you, Mrs. Patterfields.

Well, it's only 19th century. I'm sorry.

Ah!

Enjoy your purchases!

What's this? Some old wood chisel?

It belonged to a cabinet maker
at Ch�teau de Versailles

in the days of Louis XVI.

Look at this, Pete. Looks pretty old.

Yep.

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

Hi. My name is Nettie.

That stupid dog barks at
me one more time

I won't bother complaining
to Sheriff Pangborn again.

I'll come over your
place, skin him alive.

No, not in here.
Dear God, please!

Throw her Baptist
ass in the street.

I will not.

Dear ladies, let's all be friends.
Can't we all be friends?

Not in this life.

Oh please, not in my place.

I'm sorry. Ladies, excuse me!
Uh!

Mrs. Jerzyk!

Pick it up. Go ahead. Go on.

Don't be afraid, Miss Cobb.

No. I had one just
like it years ago.

Oh.

But it got broke.

My husband...

Oh, your husband?

Then it's Mrs. Cobb.

Although my George has been
passed on for some time now.

Oh... He died, untimely.

I'm so sorry to hear that.

No need to be sorry.
It's been seven years since he was...

Murder is awful.

I... didn't mean to.

Of course not.

It wasn't you who took that
meat fork from the drawer

and stuck it in Mr. Cobb's throat.

Are you leaving, Mrs. Roberts?

Well I'll... I'll have to think
about it. It is a lot of money.

While you think about it, so will I.

Oh...
Oh, you baked this?

Of course.

Homemade every day from apples
picked down at the Mayflowers'.

Polly Chalmers, my boss, sent it over.

Go ahead. Take him.

I'm scared I'll drop it again.

Oh you won't drop it.

Come, Mrs. Cobb.

Please, sit down.

Listen.

Sometimes I think I can hear
the tiniest laugh.

I like you, Netitia.

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

Moron!

No!

I think it should be yours, Netitia.

I need to...
I need to go to work.

I'll see you soon. I'll drop by for a bite.

Mr. Keeton eats there most every day,
does he not?

Oh yeah. Danforth Keeton.

And everybody calls him Buster
behind his back.

Why is that? Pray tell.

I don't know.

Maybe someone should play
a trick on Buster.

Teach him to be nice.

My husband played a lot of tricks on me.

Maybe it would be fun
to play one on someone else.

Nobody would ever know it was you,
I promise.

Welcome to Needful Things.

Alan Pangborn.

Sheriff around these parts.

Leland Gaunt. Owner.

So, what can I sell
you, Sheriff?

Me?

Oh...nothing. I got everything I need,
thanks.

Fair enough.

How about a piece of pie?
Your fianc�e Ms. Chalmers sent it over.

My fianc�e?

Such a pretty lady.
You're a lucky man, Sheriff. I'll be back.

Woohoo!

Oh... Goodness.
I wish I had some cheddar cheese.

But... Beggars can't be choosers, can they?

Certain we haven't met somewhere before,
have we?

What, you and me?

In a big city.

You look familiar, Al.

You look out of place here, actually.

Well you don't mind my saying so,
so do you, Leland.

So, where are you from?

Ohio.

Akron, to be precise.

Pittsburgh.

I'm from Pittsburgh.

So, why did you leave?

Well, I was a cop there and uh...
I got tired of all the shit going down.

And one day I just lost it.

I hit this guy.

Way too hard.

Well... I reckon he needed some killing.

But it was uh... still wrong.

Of course it was.

Yeah...
So I left, now I'm here.

So am I.

Reverend.

Sheriff.

Alan! Thanks for coming!

Afternoon, Father.

Hi, Sheriff.

I got this in the
mail this morning.

"Listen up, you mackerel snapper."

Excuse me.

"We've have tried to
reason with you"

"but it's been no use."

"We have put up with
your Popish idolatry"

"and even with your licentious worship
of the Babylon whore"

"but now you've gone too far."

"Babylon whore."
I mean, saints preserve us.

"Heed our warning.
Give up your plan to turn this town"

"into a den of thieves and gamblers,
or you will smell the brimstone."

"The wicked shall be turned into hell."
Psalms 9:17.

"The concerned Baptist men
of Castle Rock."

It's that eejit, Reverend Willie Rose.

Maybe you shouldn't have
called it "Casino Night."

Oh, for God's sake, Alan.
It's only a little charity gambling.

I mean, I don't know why
it upsets the Baptists so.

Well I'll go talk to Rever...

When I was younger,
people got along better!

I'll go talk to him.
I'll get to the bottom of it.

Oh, you do that, Alan.

And when you do,
you tell Rose that if he tries to bump us

he'll find out just how hard
we "mackerel snappers" can bump back!

Pete, get me a gobbler from the pen!
I feel like turkey tonight.

You feel like turkey every night, Wilma.

Wilma!

Wilma!
What happened?

Mud!

Mud and...

Mud and shit! God damn turkey shit!

Why'd someone go and do that?

Because I told her I'll kill it.

Told who?

Dot.

Yes, just a sec. It's for you.

Me?

Okay, it's the square key. All the doors.

Don't forget the lights.
You can do it. You'll be fine.

I'll see you in the morning.

Night.

Hi. This is Nettie.

I know what you done, you crazy bitch!

Done what?

Fucking with me
was the worst mistake you ever made.

I'm going to get you for this,
you understand? You and your mutt!

You don't dare!
You stop bothering me and my Raider!

He's a good doggie!

You won't see me coming!

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

Yep.

Don't kick the Rock-Ola, Hugh.

You hear me?

How you doing at the tracks, Dan?
Horses finally running your way?

Every time, Henry. Every goddamn time.

I'm gonna kick that jukebox wide open,
you don't fix it, Henry.

All right. That's it. You're out of here.

Give me that back.

Any of you fellas heading up to Castle Hill?
Hugh needs a lift.

Pink slip is what Hugh needs.

For a city employee making
an ass of himself in a public tavern.

Yep.

Nice to have friends.

You know, Henry? You know what
they do? They do it at night.

They come in,
and they take out the mirrors

and they put in a piece of one-way glass
and stick a camera on the other side of it.

Then they watch ya,
and they laugh at ya.

And they take down every
single word you say.

Yeah.

You're drenched to your soul.

They threw me out!

I'm sorry.

Here. Here!

Let me help you peel this thing off,
before you catch your death.

You got a nice jacket in the window.

A classic early-'50s beauty.
Warm as toast. Dry as a bone.

It's just like the one I used to have
in high school, before I was a bum.

When I was a kid.

I'll bet there are quite a few people
in this shit pit of a town

who wouldn't believe
you ever were a kid.

I know. It's not fair. I try so hard.

Not hard enough. So they
crushed you. Huh?

And they buried that wonderful boy
deep inside you.

Which boy?

This one.

We'll find him again, Hugh.

We'll resurrect him together.
Huh?

Because, all of a sudden,
it's 1955 all over again.

It was the best hour
of the best day of my life.

God, I loved that jacket.

Which jacket? This one.

This jacket, Hugh.
You could recover, retrace your steps.

Take charge of your life again.
Huh?

God, this is still so beautiful.

Say, Hugh, do you happen to know

a nice little Baptist lady
called Nettie Cobb?

Sure. Crazy old wretch killed her husband.

How much do you want for it?

Mr. Gaunt?

I am he.

Reverend Rose, sir,
of the First Baptist Church of Castle Rock.

May I take this opportunity
to welcome you to Castle Rock

on the good Lord's behalf?

Why not?

Excellent. Excellent.

It's my unusual urgency when I ask,
what faith, sir, are you?

What faith?

Religion. You're not, uh

Catholic, are you?

You might say that I am

well... nondenominational.

Ah-hah! I knew it!

Then you will have little objection
to my placing this in your front window.

Uh... I couldn't possibly do that.

You see... In... In... Eh...

You see I, like you,
am here to serve everyone.

However, by way of compensation

perhaps I may offer you something,
which might interest you.

Say, how about an objet d'art?

What is your preference, Reverend?
Asian, Roman?

That is 2nd century, Reverend.

See, wasn't it St. Augustine who said,
"Make me chaste, O Lord."

"But not-not yet, not yet?"

Father.

Reverend.

"And paper packages tied up with strings"

"These are a few of my favorite things"

Ah... Yes. I'm so thrilled.
Thank you, Mr. Gaunt.

Treasure Island. First edition, actually.

Signed by Robert Louis Stevenson himself.

It's magnificent.

Take a gander.

If it's too hot in here, Mr. Jewett,
just say the word.

I'm afraid I have a tendency
to turn up the heat.

Hello, Ms. Chalmers.

Oh my goodness! What's wrong?

Where did you...

How long have you been there?

Oh I was just hoping for a cup of coffee.
I didn't realize you were closing.

Coffee? Sure, no problem.

You're Mr. Gaunt.

And you're Polly Chalmers.

I'm sorry, I don't shake hands.
I have uh...

Arthritis. Forgive me. I forgot.

You've been having a devil of a time
with it lately, haven't you?

Yes. How did you know?

Nettie told me.

Oh, here...

Just a tiny thank-you note
for that remarkable pie.

Oh, my lord.

I don't think I ever had
a tastier cup of coffee.

You wouldn't, by any chance,
have something in the way of a doughnut?

Something I might dunk, Ms. Chalmers?

Oh, please, we're going to be neighbors.
Why don't you call me Polly?

Go on.

Oh no...

Ah, no! No, no, Nooo!
Ah Shit!

- Hey! Woah! Woah, woah, woah!

Dan, it's me. Jeeze!

Jesus! Frank!
Well what the hell are you doing?

You scared the hell out of me,
sneaking up on me like that.

Put the gun down, Dan.

Yeah.

Jeeze, another couple of seconds,
uh, I would've been out of here.

You would've missed me.
What can I do for ya?

I had a call from
the state auditors.

Yeah?

We have an Appropriations
Committee meeting next week

to discuss budgetary matters.

Hey, guess what?
It's on my calendar.

They wanna be there.

They want me to bring them printouts.
Shit from city hall.

Yeah, well...

You know those bastards. They're on some
kind of fishing expedition, something...

What the hell's going on?

I've been having some bad luck
at the track lately.

So I, uh...

borrowed some money from the town petty
cash fund just to cover the shortfall.

Jesus, Dan.

I'm gonna pay it back. I was gonna pay it
back before next week, honest to god.

How much we talking about here?

$20,000.

$20,000?! Jesus Christ!

I'm getting a loan on my dealership
to pay it back, from Boston.

When?

Any day now.
Two days, four days, next week.

Four days?

Four days.

Done.

You stall them, all right?
The persectuters...

Yeah. I will. Till Monday.

Thanks a lot, man...

And believe me,
I'll make it worth your while.

Yeah, like hell you will.
Just pay it back.

I just meant if you wanted
a deal on a new boat.

It's all I meant,
I swear to god!

Whatever you want. And for Polly,
too. She's a real friend, you know?

I can get her a
deal on of those...

Monday!
Monday!

How's my boy?

You have something that's mine, Brian,
that you haven't finished paying for.

But you said I could have it if...

The dealing isn't done, you see.

Until Mr. Gaunt says the dealing is done.

And away they go!

She's A Hell-Raiser breaks on top
and goes straight to the lead

followed by Confucius Sings and Mr. Lee.

Lots Of Luck having a go wide, turning!
She's A Hell-Raiser going...

Yeah! Ho-Ho... Boy, what the hell?

That was pretty fine.

Fine as paint.

Can I, uh...

Well be careful! Careful!
See, this is no ordinary toy.

What is it?

Well... You see,
the man who sold this to me

his father made their fortune from it.

Every morning he'd take
the day's racing form

and run its races
before they ever happened

one by one, right on this board.

He'd give each tin horse
the real name from the paper

do it just by touching... and whispering.

A brand-new name.

Citation.

Well, Sea Biscuit, Well Away...

Seattle Slew.

Man O' War.

Whoever were running that day.

Wind her up, let her go.

Run the whole damn slate that way!

Northern Dancer.

Eight, ten, a dozen races.

Then go right to the track,
and bet on those fillies

that won on this astonishing toy
from Japan Incorporated.

He'd rake in the cash, Dan.
Rake in the god damn cash.

Rake in the cash.

How much?

Good day to you.

Good morning, Father.
Morning.

Father.

What do you want?

Ah... Coffee and the usual.

Hey, Corn Cobb.

What's the button on your boob?

You're crazy.

You leave me alone!

Take it easy, Nettie... Nettie!

Put the knife down.

Put it down.

There ya go.

Okay, Wilma. What'll it be?

Raider on rye, a little glass of puppy pus,
and two nice doggie eyes.

Why don't you just
order up or get out?

Wilma.

Oh, shit.

It's okay. It's okay.

I'll go talk to her.

April Dreaming, Junction Salute.

She's A Hell-Raiser.

Tammy's Wonder, Easy Sweep.

That's My Boy.

Yes, okay, little puppies.
You ready now? Let's run a good race.

Ready, set, go!

And away they go!

And it's Tammy's Wonder. April Dreaming.

Junction Salute on the outside.
And Easy Sweep is far back.

Into the far turn.

Ooh! Neck and neck!

Tammy's Wonder on the inside
Yes!

Woo! Tammy's Wonder!

Tammy's Wonder's gonna go on to win.
Tammy's Wonder from April Dreaming.

We've got Love My Martinis, Trentier

Doubter's Ridge, Rancadoo

By George, and Confucius Sings.

Little Chinese puppy.
Okay fellas. Now let's go. Come on.

Make money for daddy!

And they're off!

Woah! Yeah!

- It's the white one. It's the red one.
- It's the pink one.

Danforth?

- It's the blue one. It's the green one.
- Oh, god, they're beautiful!

- Look at those beautiful fucking horses!

- Come on! Run, run, run! Come on!

That's it. Come on, horsies.

- Who's gonna win here?

Danforth?

God damn it! Go away!

I'll be out when I'm out.

Aren't you going to work?

I am at work!

- Well then... Would you like me to go
down to the bakery, Danforth and

maybe get some
honey dipped doughnuts?

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Honey dipped doughnuts! Yeah!

Yeah, toilet paper, a nose job.
Just leave me alone!

- You ready now? Let's run a good race.
- Ready, set, go! They're off!

- And they're coming around the corner.
- And they're coming around the corner.

- And they're coming around the corner.
- The big corner!

Woah! It's a runaway victory!
Yes! Come on, come on!

Yeah!

Good boy. Sit.

Stay. Mommy's got to go scoot
and do something for Mr. Gaunt

before it gets dark.

But don't you worry.

Mommy's going to lock all our doors
from now on.

Yeah!

Stay.

Oh!

Oh, a lovely day.

Come on, girls.

The crowd is tense.
Brian Rusk doing the pitching.

And let me tell you, he is really
sensational. He's working on the no-hitter.

And we're in the bottom of the ninth inning.
A count of 2 and 2 on the batter.

Two men on base,
but Brian has walked them both.

And right now, he's checking the runners
leading off first and second.

He's gotten the sign from the catcher,
the runners lead away

and here's the pitch!

Strike three! How about that?

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

Brian Rusk is alive!
Is he really sharp today.

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

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

Rusk has got a swift curve ball that's
dipping and darting and his

fast ball, they can't touch it!

Brian Rusk is delivering a performance

that can take the Yankees
to another World Series!

How about that?

Brian Rusk is ready and he delivers.
And the pitch...

Jesus Christ.

Good girls.

Yessiree.

We're having fun now.

Hey Raider!

Hey little pal!

Hey Raider. How they hanging?

Ah, good fella.

Good fella. Yeah. Ain't you?

And ain't you got a face
just cute as a baby pug?

Yes, you do. Yes.

And you know what I got?
I got a beautiful jacket.

Yes, I do.

And you know what else?

I'm gonna keep it.

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

"Punky Boy"
Yeah!

Gasco Thunder, Hooded Lady, Mr. P,
Lotsa Luck, and Rosie D... Yeah, oh...

Punky Boy, Raise The Dead,
Frank's The Name, Gimme Shelter

Sudden Fame.

God! I'll kill him! I'll fucking kill him!

Ridgewick!

Raider?

Mommy's home.

Raid...?

Raider!

What the fuck?

That bitch!

You killed my doggie, you bitch!

You broke my microwave, you crazy fuck!

Wilma?

See the windows?

They're busted!

Wilma? You all right?

Come on, bitch.

Come for me, if you're coming.

Wilma!

There's nothing quite so invigorating
as a crisp fall day in New England

Don't you agree?

Mr. Gaunt...

- Oh, Leland.

Leland.

I'm sorry. I can't even think.

Forgive me, Polly,
I know you are in pain.

So I shall dispense with
the small talk, hmm?

I'll give you the item I called you about
and send you home.

Give it to me?

More or less.

But let us leave that until
later, shall we, hmm?

Oh! When it rains, it pours.

They're after me.

Go upstairs, Mr. Keeton, to my apartment.
Make yourself a nice cup of tea.

I'll be with you in a minute.

I don't have a minute.

Go upstairs.

It was funny.
They were actually feeling much better.

And then just a few
minutes before you called

they... They started
swelling up like...

Polly?

I know a great deal about the past.

Now this is very, very old.

Egyptian.

Not as old as the pyramids,
though, but still...

Um, do you have a glass of water?

I need to take my pills.

Not any longer.

You see, this is called an Azca.

It is a tool of Bencalitis. White magic.

They say it wards off pain.

Yes. Please, my pills.

Really, I'm not superstitious.

Doesn't matter, Polly. This is.

Oh!

I'm sorry. Must be the storm.

Ah...

What storm?

Oh... I assure you, there is one coming.

Now.

Put it inside your sweater.
Wear it right next to your skin, Polly.

My hands.
I can't even unbutton my sweater.

You must never take it off, Polly.

Not ever.

A heinous double-murder,
or a bizarre act of revenge gone awry?

Sheriff Alan Pangborn
is unable to comment.

Oops...

Oh, don't tell me.
They've been in your house.

They sent Norris Ridgewick.

Yes. Yeah, how did you know?

They're so predictable.

I need your advice.

I think I should kill Norris Ridgewick.

Oh, No. That would make things
far too easy for them, Dan.

They'd come get you,
hunt you down like an animal.

Cop killer. No. They'd have a party.

They'd get all liquored up
at Sheriff Pangborn's office.

They'd go out to Homeland Cemetery
and urinate on your grave.

Shit.

I hate this place.

I hate these people.

But they're all part of it, Dan.

You know that.

All your weasely fellow selectmen,
all your so-called friends.

But Sheriff Pangborn,
he's the big-shot ringleader.

He came in from the outside, Dan,
to take over your town.

And ho boy, would he love it
if you blew away one of his little drones.

So what should I do?

Eh... Nothing.

Well I'll keep this gun for a while.
Save you from yourself.

You just go to the races tonight, Dan.
Win yourself a bundle.

Sow confusion and uncertainty
amidst the enemy, yes?

Yeah.

Confusion and uncertainty.

That's my boy.

See, in the meantime

I'm laying my own plans.

And when the great moment comes

for everything you do, Danforth

this one's for you.

O mighty and eternal God...

hear our prayers
for your daughter Wilma

whom you have taken
from this life, to yourself.

Grant her light, happiness and peace.

Let her pass in safety
through the gates of death

and dwell with all your saints
in the blessed light

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths
of righteousness.

for his namesake.

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

Step aside, please.

Listen, I need to talk to the sheriff.

Now now, son,
sheriff's got his hands full.

Brian you didn't happen to
see this happen, did you?

No.

Well...

Do you have any idea
who threw these apples?

No.

Well then maybe you
better go on home.

Watch it, kid.

Easy.

Woah, easy Brian.

Why'd they do it,
I mean, if you had to guess?

You're asking the wrong guy.
I don't understand anyone anymore.

You want the knife or the cleaver?

I can't believe that somebody
didn't hear or see something.

Morning, Norris.

Nice of you to drop
by, Deputy Ridgewick.

Went by Nettie's again this morning.
Found this in the alley behind her house.

Yup. I bet Wilma could've done the job on
the dog with that knife, all right.

Well congratulations, Deputy. Nice work.
Run it for prints.

I'll bet you 10-to-1
they're not Wilma's.

Wh-why not?

I mean, it figures, if Nettie threw
the apples, Wilma must've killed the dog.

'Cause Nettie didn't
throw those apples.

Would you go to
someone to kill'em

and then spend a half hour
breaking all their windows first?

But if Nettie didn't throw those apples,
then who did?

Maybe the same person
who killed her damn dog.

Where you going?

I'm gonna pay
Brian Rusk a visit.

And I want you guys to
canvass the neighborhood.

Somebody must've seen something.

Sheila, I'm not shitting you.

The most disgusting murder
I've seen in my six years.

But even worse than that lady
with the meat grinder.

I don't want to hear.

Hello, sheriff's department.

I'm sorry, Father.
He's not here right now.

Is this for me?

I'll tell him. Thank you.
I have no idea what that is, Norris.

It looks like a present, Norris.
Why don't you go and open it?

Shit! Ow! God damn it! Get it off!
Get it off!

Norris hold still!
Hold still, Norris!

Shit!

There's a note come with it.

Shit!
Shit!

Let me see that.

"Crip space is all yours now."

Buster... That son of a bitch!

Damn!

Should've read the card first.

Brian, you around?

Brian, hi. You were trying to tell me
something last night back there

out at the Jerzyk farm,
weren't you?

What was it?

Nothing, anymore.

Well what's bothering you, son?

Hmm?

You don't have to be afraid.

I'm not afraid.

Between you and me, bullshit.

Look, he's a monster.

A what? Who?

I dreamt about him last night.
Only he's real.

Sometimes if you talk about it,
the scary stuff goes away.

No... No, not monsters.

Even monsters, Bri.

Don't come any closer.

You'll get the stuff on ya.

Okay, Brian. Take it easy.

Take it easy, now.

You tell me what you're scared of
and I know we can make it go away.

No.

It's too late. I got to go.
I got to go to Hell!

What do you mean?

Don't go in that store.

Don't go near it!

Okay, I promise.

I promise ya I'll never go in there.
What store are you talking about?

Needful Things?

It's a poison place.

And he's a poison man.

Who's a poison man?

Mr. Gaunt.

Only he's not a man.

Ah! Mickey Mantle.

1956.

It's signed to you and everything.

It's yours.

Boy, you sure don't want to lose
something like this.

Mickey Mantle sucks!

Nooo!

You asshole!

That's it for you. You're out of here!

Watch the jacket, Henry!

About time he's out of here.

Miserable little shit!

I'm gonna fire his butt
first thing Monday morning.

Everybody that's got it coming
is gonna get it now.

Get out of here!

You bastard!

Alan, what's wrong?

Brian Rusk tried
to kill himself.

Oh god!

He's alive.

But I was there,
and I could've stopped him.

11-year-old kid tries to eat a bullet.

Why?

I don't know.

Polly, when... Did Nettie

ever say anything to you about Gaunt?
Anything strange?

What do you mean?

You got any aspirin?
My head's ripped apart.

Henry Beaufort.

That bastard runs the Mellow Tiger,
cut my tires

threw me out in the rain
in my beautiful jacket.

Maybe then you should
just go take care of Henry

once and for all, Hugh.

Once and for all?

Yeah.

But don't be afraid of it, Hugh.
Guns don't kill people.

People kill people.

You know, Hugh, I've been in this
business a long time.

When I started out,
I was just a poor wandering peddler

on the blind face of a distant land.

Moving, always moving. Always gone.

Asia, Anatolia

Palestine, Macedonia

year after year after year.

But in the end,
I always offered them weapons.

And they always bought.

But of course, I was gone before they
finally realized what I'd purchased.

Oh...Jesus!

The young carpenter from Nazareth?

I knew him well. Promising young man.

He died badly.

What is this? Gaunt gave this to you?

Well, he didn't give it to me.

And then it made the
pain go away, didn't it?

Take it off.
It's a disease it looks like a cure.

Are you crazy?

Take it off. I want to see what's
inside this god damn thing.

No!

Jesus.

What's the matter with you?
Don't you want me to feel better?

Take it easy, will ya?

No, you take it easy.
They're my hands.

You're not the one
who can't sleep at night.

You're not the one with the god damn
oversized buttons on the telephone.

Yeah and the oversized
Percodan prescription.

Hello.

Yes, he is. He's right here. Whoever he is.

Yeah?

Okay. Okay. That's what I thought.
Thanks, Norris.

Mr. Leland Gaunt never ran a business
in Akron, Ohio.

You checked on him?

He's a con man, Polly, or something
worse. There have been two murders

and an attempted suicide in this
quiet little town in the last 48 hours

and Mr. Leland Gaunt
is at the bottom of it.

Wilma Jerzyk killed Nettie.

Brian shot himself. You were there.

Where you going? It's pouring.

Good. He'll be home.

Put it on.

Put it back on, Polly.
The pain will go away.

I promise.

What's inside it? I have to know.

I'm terribly sorry. I can't tell you that.

That would spoil the fun, wouldn't it?

$20.

Does that seem a fair price
to ease the pain?

My purse.

$20.

And a small favor.

What sort of favor?

He's a liar.

No, he's not.

And a thief.

No.

Alan and old Buster Keeton

have been embezzling
from the town treasury, dear lady.

And the tax man is closing in.

Check his boat if you don't believe me.

All he's going to do is cause you pain.

Do as I say

and you'll never feel pain again, Polly.

You see, when everything else is gone

isn't a young woman at least
entitled to her pride

the coin without which her
purse is entirely empty? Huh?

Oh...Oh, please.
Oh, please! Please!

Oh, I've always enjoyed those ladies
who take great pride in themselves.

Oh Polly, you must realize what a deep
pleasure it is doing business with you.

Alan?

Oh, Alan...

Wake up.

Shit. Jesus Christ, Alan.

He was there.
Every time, he was there.

What? Who?

Look at this.

England, Ohio, Honolulu,
Chicago, Sacramento

Cuba, Castle Rock.

Who? Who was where?

Gaunt. Mr. Leland Gaunt.

Every god damn time.

Co-come on, Alan. 1894?

Sheriff's Department.

- It's Polly, Alan.

Where are you?
I just tried calling your place.

- I'm on your boat. How could you?

How could I what?

Listen, I want to find him. Call up
Andy and John. APB, the works.

Also stay. I also want an APB on
Dan Keeton, Hugh Priest.

Yeah, I'm sorry. What?

I found the money, Alan.

- Hold it. What money?

The money that you
and Dan Keeton

have been embezzling
from the town treasury.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait...
Wha-what are you talking about?

- I can put two and two together, Alan.
I'm not stupid.

- I heard you covering up for him
on the phone with that tax guy.

- I saw the two of you at his
dealership the other night.

- I'm standing here looking at
thousands of dollars on your desk.

Who's been planting
this idea in your head?

You been talking to Gaunt?
Polly, listen to me.

I don't know what you found but
first of all, i-i-if I stole some money

you think I'd le-leave it
laying around on my desk?

The guy is evil.

Don't go near him. He's Brian's monster.

Somehow... I've... There...
There are newspapers, Polly.

He's not a human being.

Andy, this is Norris. Listen.
Get over to the office right now.

Don't ask why. Just do it.

Polly, listen to me.
Stay where you are, okay?

Look, stay there will ya.
I'm coming right over, okay?

I'm coming home.

Alan, wait a minute.
What do you mean, "He's a monster?"

I met the guy.
Listen, he looks like my uncle.

My car!

You son of a bitch!

I'll get you! I'll get all of you!

Get this, you fat fuck.

Shit! Goddamn!

Look! You think I wouldn't know?!
Huh?!

With your name on every god damn ticket
making fun of me?!

God damn you son of a bitch!

You! The little prick worked for you!

Son of a bitch!

Gave that little kid your gun!
What the hell are you thinking, Keeton?!

Hey Norris, you still alive?

Huh?

Can you handle this or not?

Get your breath. Okay, you all right?
You okay? Look at me.

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
-You okay?

Get your shit together.

Lock this son of a bitch up!
I gotta go see Polly.

Alone at last.

You pathetic piece of shit.

I am not a piece of shit!

Shut up!

This is for my surprise package.

No! No...

Oh! No! No!

Buster.

Gotcha.

Na, na na, na na, naaa!

Polly?

You here?

Pol?

Myrtle!

Come on!

Myrtle!

Ha! I thought you died on the john.

Danforth.

What's wrong?

Oh...Nothing's wrong.

Things are better
than they've been in years.

I just, uh, need a little help.
That's all.

Danforth,
you're handcuffed to the door.

Aren't you the fucking genius?

Give me that hacksaw, will you?

What did you do?

Forget the hacksaw.

Give me that hammer
and the big screwdriver.

Now, you moron!

Where do you think you're going?

Danforth, I can't reach.

Oh... That's a drill.
Did I ask for a drill?

Why won't you help me?

Danforth, I-I can't see.

Guess you want me to
let you, uh, go

so you can run back in the house
and call them, huh?

Ah...

That's one.
Now how about trying for two?

Yeah.

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

Did I break their law?

How about you, Myrtle?
Did you break the law?

Did you sleep with him
just to humiliate me?

Who? Did I what?

Norris Ridgewick

Did you fuck him after the two of you

put up all those parking tickets
all over my house?

No. And it's our house, Buster.

Stop looking at me, all of you!

Who are you?

It's me, Dan. Your master's voice.
How is it going?

I killed my wife. Is that wrong?

I didn't mean to.

Hey... These things happen.

Did she deserve it?

I don't know.
I really loved her.

Well, there are those times when you
simply must hurt the ones you love, Dan.

I just can't picture Danforth Keeton
doing something to someone

who didn't deserve it.
You aren't that kind of guy, are you?

No.

I don't know anymore.

Get a hold of
yourself, Danforth.

It's no good, all this self-pity.

Why don't you hop in your car,
come see me? Huh?

I've got something for you.
I think you'll get a bang out of it.

"Holy Mary, Mother of God."

"Pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death. Amen."

"Holy Mary, Mother of God."

"Pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death. Amen."

"Holy Mary, Mother of God."

"Pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death. Amen."

Hello, Henry.

Hello, Hugh.

"Amen."

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

"and at the hour of our death. Amen."

Who are you talking
to there, Danny boy?

God. Just God.

On my time?

I ju-just want to tell you
that, um, I'm really scared.

You tell me nothing. I tell you everything.

They have it coming, Dan.
You know that do you?

Yeah, yeah I know.

So why don't you just
crush'em all now?

Why don't you just split
the earth wide open?

Because I don't work miracles.

I'm not the Father, the Son,
and the Holy Ghost.

I'm just one lonely guy.

Please! Please, please...

I just want to die.
Please, I just want to die.

I won't disappoint you. I promise.

Come see me when you're done. Now dig.

I'll dig. Look.

I'll dig.

Dig, dig, dig!
I'm digging!

You are disgusting, Dan.

Yes! Yes.

I like that in a person.

Yes! Yes! Thank you!

Thank you! Thank you!
Thank you!

Sorry about Buster. I fucked up.
I'll get that son of a bitch.

Who's there?

Alan.

It's late.

I need to talk to you, Father.

What's the matter?

Do you believe in the
Devil, Father?

I guess I have to.

You can't have one without the other.

But do you believe in god, Alan?

What's he look like?

Look like?

Yeah.
The Devil, what the hell does he look like?

He looks like you and me, I imagine.

So he could get his claws in us
without our ever knowing it.

Make us do things
that we normally would never do.

Terrible things.

No...no. No, I don't think so, Alan.

People have a choice.

This is a good town.

Right.

Was a good town.

A lot of decent, ordinary people.

Only now the Devil is here.

Oh, the Devil's always here, Alan.

And he's always in our hearts.

But with the good Lord's help,
we can help cast him out.

Not in our fucking hearts.
In our town, right outside, in our streets.

The Devil is in Castle Rock.

His name's Leland Gaunt.

Father.

I need your help to get rid of him.

No. Leland Gaunt is a decent man.

My God.

He got to you, too.

If there's a devil in this town,
it's that damned Reverend Willie Rose.

You believe me now, Father?

You still think he's a decent man?

The Devil just blew
up your damn church!

That's not the Devil.

It's those god damn Baptists!

Rose!

Rose!

Rose! Damn you to hell!

No!

Father!

- Get out of here!
- Kill them!

Look out!

Son of a bitch! I'll teach you.

Woah! Woah! Woah! Frank! Frank!
Frank! What are you doing?

The bastard took
my Treasure Island.

What?!

Robert Stevenson, first edition!

Get out of my way!

You okay?

Think so.

Huh? You all right?

Yeah. Yeah.

Get in the truck go home, watch
some television or something.

- Son of a bitch!

That's my needful thing!

Fuck you!

You crazy son of a bitch!

Hey!

Hey!

Get away from there!

Come on, move it!

Go!

Move it!

Jesus Christ, Alan, all hell's broke loose.

Them Baptists are running around crazy
'cause their church is on fire.

Plus somebody went and killed
Myrtle Keeton with a hammer.

What the hell happened here? Jesus!

You son of a bitch!

Norris, no!

You all right?

What?

Are you all right?

Never felt better.

Call the state police.

Tell them we got a
riot on our hands.

My pleasure.

Rose! In the name of Christ, man,
beg for his mercy

cause you'll get none from me.

Be struck down by
his almighty, swift sword!

Stop it!

Meehan, you godless heathen!

Rot in hell, Willie Rose!

Stop it!

Father, stop it!
You'll kill him!

Fuck you!

God damn it! Stop it!
I'll blow your fucking head off!

Now, there's an idea.

Put the axe down now.

Go to hell!

Shoot him.

Put it down!

Fuck you!

Kill him! Kill him!
Kill him!

Kill them all! Let god sort them out!

Nooo!

No!

Oh! You wussy!

No more killing.

Not in Castle Rock!
Not me! Not you! Not anybody!

This shit stops now!

Listen to me!

All of you!

This

man here

Leland Gaunt

We're waiting.

He came here to destroy us.

To make us destroy ourselves.

Can't you see what's happening here?
This is what he needs.

This is what he wants.

He's got us all lined up
like a bunch of human fuse boxes.

He hot wires Wilma Jerzyk to Nettie Cobb,
except he does it with wires

from two other fuse boxes-

Brian Rusk and whoever it was
that skinned that poor dog

because it sure as wasn't
Wilma, was it, Pete?

No, sir.

Then he crosswires all the rest of us
the same way.

What did he make you do,
Eddie, Myra, Frank?

How about you, Karen?

What price did you have to pay
for your needful thing?

Father Meehan,

Reverend Rose, look at yourselves.

Cora.

Your little boy's in a hospital
because he knew what this man is.

And he tried to tell me,
but I got sucked in just like everybody else.

Don't you see what he's done?!

We're all decent people!

We are!

And he's preyed on our weaknesses
and our hatred and our greed!

And our prejudice and our fear!

Don't you understand, he runs on hate.

And he's used it
to turn us all against each other.

Wilma Jerzyk, Nettie Cobb,

Dan Keeton, Norris Ridgewick...

Alan Pangborn and Polly Chalmers.

He made me steal Mr. Jewett's
Treasure Island.

Frank, what did he make you do?

He made me rip up
Ruth Roberts' flower bed.

He made me send that letter
to Father Meehan.

I gave the rat trap to Norris Ridgewick.

He had me slash Hugh Priest's tires.

I was the one that planted the
money on your boat, Alan. I'm sorry.

This is pathetic.
You're all so pathetic.

Look at you. Puppets, all of you.
And he's pulling the strings.

Listen, I dealt as I always do.
I show people what I have to sell

and then I let them
make up their own minds.

Is that so wrong? I ask you?

You're done here, Gaunt.

You're busted.

You're finished in this town.

Alan!

Oops!

Anybody's finished in this town,
it's you, Pangborn.

Finally, a man with some sense.

You guys sound like
a fucking AA meeting.

"Hi. My name is Dan"

"and I'm here to blow up
your fucking town!"

You're all gonna pay big!

Pay huge!

Be calm, folks.
Don't give him a reason.

I got a reason, you shithead!

I got a lifetime
full of reasons!

Talk, talk, talk.
For Christ's sake!

Just blow them away, Dan.

Don't do it, Dan.

Don't let this third-rate bastard
turn you into something worse than he is.

Shut up, Pangborn!

It's too late.

Listen to me.

Don't move! Don't you move!

Time's running out, Buster.

I killed my Myrtle already.

Now I just got to die.

No, you don't, Dan.
You didn't kill your Myrtle.

He did.

You don't have to do this.

Yes, you do.

Yes, I do.

Yes, you do.

Yeah I do.

Well then take me with you.
Just me. I'm the ringleader.

Let these other people go.

No.

No.

Oh, for Christ's sake!
Put this town out of its misery, Buster!

They're whipping you, Buster.

They're making you walk their walk
and talk their talk.

Just do it, Buster.

You're just like
the rest of them.

It's you!

It was you all along, you cocksucker.

Oh... Sticks and stones will break
my bones, but names will never hurt me.

Yeah... You killed my Myrtle.

Move back.

I killed Myrtle? Oh hey...

Don't blame me.
Blame it on the bossa nova.

But how about you take
some responsibility yourself

for once in your life, Buster?

I just got one thing to say to you.

Don't call me Buster.

Oh, god!

It's all right.

You okay, buddy?

Yeah. You?

Shouldn't have called him Buster.

Oh!

Well, you know, there are days
when I really hate this job.

This is not my best work,
not by a long shot.

No.

Sure, a few murders
and a couple of rather lovely explosions.

I would hardly call it a rousing success,
but what the hell?

I'll be back.

In the meantime, you and Polly,
you are two terrific kids.

Eh, you'll marry her. Trust me.

She's a lovely girl, Al.
You'll have a wonderful family.

And oh,

by the way, give my
regards to your grandson.

Bob will be his name,
international trade his game.

I'll see him in Jakarta, 2053.

August 14th, 10:00 a.m.
A nice, sunny day.

We'll make headlines. Catch.

Hey! Look out!

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