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...
Leland.
I'm sorry. I can't even think.
Believe me, Polly, I know you're in pain, so I shall dispense with the small talk.
I'll give you the item I called you about and send you home.
- Give it to me? - More or less.
But let's leave that until later, shall we?
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.
Then just a few minutes before you called, they started swelling up like...
I know a great deal about the past.
Now, this is very, very old.
Egyptian.
- Not as old as the pyramids, but still... - 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.
I'm sorry. Must be the storm.
What storm?
I assure you, there is one coming.
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.
No, 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.
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, boy, would he love it if you blew away one of his little drones.
- So what should I do? - Nothing.
I'll keep this gun for a while. Save you from yourself.
You just go to the races tonight, Dan, and win yourself a bundle.
Sow confusion and uncertainty amidst the enemy, yes?
Yeah.
Confusion and uncertainty.
That's my boy.
In the meantime...
...I'm laying my own plans.
And when the great moment comes...
...for everything you do, Danforth...
...this one is 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... "
Step aside, please.
- I need to talk to the sheriff. - Now, son, sheriff's got his hands full.
You didn't happen to see this happen, did you?
No.
You have any idea who threw these apples?
- No. - Then maybe you better go on home.
Watch it, kid.
Easy.
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 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.
Yeah. I bet Wilma could've done the job on the dog...
...with that knife, all right.
Congratulations, Deputy. Nice work. Run it for prints.
- I'll bet you 10-to-1 they're not Wilma's. - 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 him...
...and spend a half hour breaking their windows first?
If Nettie didn't throw those apples, who did?
Maybe the same person who killed the damn dog.
- Where you going? - I'm gonna pay Brian Rusk a visit.
I want you to canvass the neighborhood. Somebody must've seen something.
I'm not shitting you. The most disgusting murder I've seen in my six years.
Even worse than the 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! Goddamn it! Get it off!
- Get it off! - Hold still, Norris.
- Shit! - There's a note come with it.
- 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 at the Jerzyk farm, weren't you?
What was it?
Nothing anymore.
What's bothering you, son?
- 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. Not monsters.
Even monsters, Bri.
Don't come any closer.
You'll get the stuff on you.
Okay, Brian. Take it easy.
Take it easy, now.
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'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.
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!
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.
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, 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.
Don't be afraid of it, Hugh. Guns don't kill people.
People kill people.
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 they'd purchased.
Jesus.
The young carpenter from Nazareth?
I knew him well. Promising young man.
He died badly.
What is this? Gaunt gave this to you?
- He didn't give it to me. - It made the pain go away, didn't it?
Take it off. It's a disease that looks like a cure.
Are you crazy?
Take it off. I want to see what's inside this thing.
No!
Jesus.
What's the matter with you? Don't you want me to feel better?
- Take it easy, will you? - No, you take it easy. They're my hands.
You're not the one who can't sleep at night.
You're not the one with the oversized buttons on the telephone.
Yeah, and the oversized Percodan prescription.
Hello.
Yes, he is. He's right here. Whoever he is.
Yeah?
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, or something worse. There's been two murders...
...and an attempted suicide in this quiet town in the last 48 hours...
...and Mr. 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 your purse is entirely empty?
Please.
I've always enjoyed those ladies who take great pride in themselves.
Polly, you must realize what a deep pleasure it is...
...doing business with you.
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 goddamn time. - 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?
I want to find him. Call up Andy and John. APB, the works.
I also want an APB on Dan Keeton, Hugh Priest.
- 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. What are you talking about?
I can put two and two together, Alan. I'm not stupid.
I heard you covering up for him with that tax guy.
I saw the two of you at his dealership.
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, if I stole some money...
...you think I'd leave it laying around on my desk?
The guy is evil.
Don't go near him. He's Brian's monster.
Somehow... 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?
Stay there. I'm coming right over, okay?
I'm coming home.
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...
...with your name on every goddamn ticket making fun of me?
God damn you, son of a bitch!
You! The little prick worked for you!
Son of a bitch.
You gave that little kid your gun. What the hell are you thinking, Keeton?
Norris, you still alive?
Can you handle this or not?
Get your breath. Okay, you all right? You okay? Look at me.
- Yeah! - 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. Don't. - Buster.
Gotcha.
Polly.
You here?
Pol?
Myrtle!
Come on!
Myrtle!
I thought you died on the john.
Danforth.
- What's wrong? - Nothing's wrong.
Things are better than they've been in years.
I just 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.
That's a drill. Did I ask for a drill?
- Why won't you help me? - Danforth, I can't see.
I guess you want me to let you go...
...so you can run back in the house and call them.
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. - These things happen.
- Did she deserve it? - I don't know. I really loved her.
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?
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. "
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, Danny boy? - God. Just God.
On my time?
I just want to tell you that I'm really scared.
You tell me nothing. I tell you everything.
- They have it coming, Dan. You know that. - Yeah, I know.
Why don't you just crush them all now? 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.
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! I'm digging!
- You are disgusting, Dan. - Yes.
I like that in a person.
Yes. 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.
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, I don't think so, Alan.
People have a choice.
- This is a good town. - Right.
It was a good town.
A lot of decent, ordinary people.
- Only now the Devil is here. - The Devil's always here, Alan.
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 goddamn Baptists!
Rose!
Rose! Damn you to hell!
No!
Father!
- Get out of here! - Kill them!
Look out!
Son of a bitch! I'll teach you.
Frank! What are you doing?
- The bastard took my Treasure Island. - What?
Robert Stevenson, first edition!
Get out of my way!
- You okay? - I think so.
- You all right? - Yeah.
Go home. Watch some television.
- That's my needful thing! - Fuck you!
You crazy son of a bitch!
Get away from there!
Come on, move it!
Go!
Move it!
Jesus Christ, Alan, all hell's broke loose.
The 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!
Drop it! Father, stop it! You'll kill him.
Fuck you!
Goddamn it, stop it, or I'll blow your fucking head off!
Now, there's an idea.
- Put the ax down now. - Go to hell.
- Shoot him. - Put it down!
- Fuck you! - Kill him. Kill him.
Kill them all. Let God sort them out.
No!
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 the poor dog...
...because it 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 mind.
Is that so wrong? I ask you.
You're done here, Gaunt.
You're busted.
You're finished in this town.
Alan!
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.
- 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. 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.
I do.
Then take me with you. Just me. I'm the ringleader.
- Let these other people go. - No.
No.
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.
Sticks and stones will break my bones, but names will never hurt me.
- Yeah, you killed my Myrtle. - Get back.
Don't blame me. "Blame it on the bossa nova. "
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.
God!
It's all right.
- You okay, buddy? - Yeah. You?
Shouldn't have called him Buster.
You know, there are days when I really hate this job.
This is not my best work, not by a long shot.
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.
And you'll marry her. Trust me.
She's a lovely girl, Alan. You'll have a wonderful family.
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.
Look out.
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