BEN: I think...
...that an evil house attracts evil men.
- How do you like that old house? MAN: Needs work.
But we have time.
- Not bothered by yowens? - Yowens?
Kids. Local word.
Oh, no. No children. No.
- We seem to have misplaced one. - Is that so?
PRIEST: Bless this grave and send your angel to watch over it.
As we bury the body of Danny Glick...
...welcome him into your presence...
...and, with your saints, let him rejoice in your presence forever.
We asketh through Christ our Lord. Amen.
Now, I'd like you to have your truck at the Portland docks tonight.
Seven o'clock sharp, at the customhouse wharf.
All arrangements have been made.
Strangers don't usually come this time of year. Not yet.
I'm not a stranger. I went up there once.
On a dare. You know how kids are.
I was sweating scared.
I think I saw Hubie Marsten...
...hanging by his neck.
1776.
The winds of revolt swept through the township of Jerusalem's Lot...
My name is Ben Mears. You probably don't remember me.
Of course I do. I've read your books.
What is he really doing in Salem's Lot?
Writing a book, he says.
[OWL HOOTING]
- What was that? - It was just an owl.
Shouldn't have gone through the woods.
Did you happen to notice the time when the boys left?
Danny, wait!
You said you loved me.
- You'd said it. - That was 100 years ago.
NED: I'll get him.
- That writer who moved into Eva's... - Right down the hall.
Keep an eye on him for me, will you?
MIKE: He wants Boom-Boom Bonnie to think he's gone to Portland.
Larry Crockett and Boom-Boom Bonnie? What's he gonna do?
What would you do if you had a 12-gauge sitting in your garage?
Well, I don't want to go to a motel again.
I want you right here in my own little bed.
NED: It's cold in here.
MIKE: It sure is. It shouldn't be.
NED: Hey, that thing is moving.
[SCREAMING]
- Well, well, well. - Cully.
He broke in and tried to rape me.
I'm not going to jail for killing the man who raped my wife.
Ralphie Glick, Danny, and Larry Crockett...
...all in one night?
Quiet little town of Salem's Lot.
It's only all just happened since...
Since I came here.
GLICK: He's a healthy boy. No major problems.
BEN: What is wrong with Danny Glick?
MAN: It could be pernicious anemia.
[SCREAMING]
BEN: He always wears a black suit. PARKINS: Who?
BEN: Straker.
I'm under some suspicion?
Well, yes.
The disappearance of the boy.
PRIEST: With faith in Jesus Christ...
...we bring the body of this child to be buried in its human imperfection.
STRAKER: Am I being charged?
PARKINS: No, but I'd like you to stay around.
STRAKER: I fully intend to.
NARRATOR: And now, the conclusion of Salem's Lot.
[WOLF HOWLING]
Everything's all right.
I'm glad I stayed.
How about the job?
Tomorrow?
So..?
So when are you coming home?
Friday.
Well, there's really not much point, is there?
No. Tonight I'm having dinner with Jason Berk.
No, Jason. Just Jason and me.
Yeah.
I miss you too.
Yeah.
Ben.
Ned Tebbets was around here today fixing a toilet...
...and threatening to fix you.
- Hey... - I just thought I'd tell you.
You're a nice guy. I'd hate to see you get all busted up.
Thanks.
WOMAN: Do you think it's affected him?
Well, you have talks with him.
TED: Yes, but still, you never know.
He doesn't show it much.
WOMAN: I wonder why.
He's got to be feeling something.
I mean, after all, the Glick boys were on their way home from seeing him.
Did you look at him at the funeral?
He keeps his feelings in hand.
I don't want him going in the woods anymore.
I'll go up and see him.
How are you, son?
Fine, Dad.
Finished your homework?
Long time ago.
Can you get out of these?
Easy. Put them on me.
Go ahead.
Let's see. Oh, where's the key?
I don't need it.
- Not too tight? - I want it tight.
Okay?
There.
What do you know?
- Here, want to tie me up? - No, I don't think so.
I can get out of any knot. You can try me. Hands behind the back.
Some other time, son.
You know, sometimes I wonder...
...you know, why you're so interested in monsters and magic.
Why do you think that is, Mark?
I always have been.
I can't explain it. It's the way I am.
Hm.
You were interested in numbers, so you became an accountant.
At least I can earn a living.
I'll earn a living.
Okay.
That's it?
Thanks. Hey, wait.
Hi. Just had FBI Boston on the phone.
Rundown on Ben Mears, Straker and Barlow.
What'd they say?
Straker is British by birth...
...58 years old.
Applied extended visa 18 months ago.
No criminal record at all.
Barlow?
Born, Germany. Left in '20s, before Hitler.
Naturalized British.
Changed his name from Brikin.
- Anything else? - Yeah, thanks.
Uh, been in the import-export business with Straker since 1943.
He travels alone...
...but seems to keep to himself.
Straker's the one who stays in front.
- He shown up yet? - Barlow?
- Yeah. - No.
- What about Mears? - Hm.
- Mears. - Yes.
He was born here in Salem's Lot.
Left at the age of 10.
His wife died in an automobile accident two years ago.
He's a left-winger.
Against nuclear power, stuff like that.
No record?
Travels a lot. There's no...
No connection between Mears and the other two?
Doesn't seem so.
Then why's he so interested in the Marsten house?
Why'd they buy it? There's a connection. There's a connection, I'm telling you.
- Jason. - Well...
- Well, how's the book coming? - Oh, hard.
Tough way to make a living, huh?
It's not much of a living, but it's the only way I know.
- The Marsten house still center the story? - Yep.
What about the Glick boys?
- Thank you. - You connect them with the house?
Everything is connected with that house. You can see it from every part of town.
It's like a beacon throwing off an energy force.
Mike.
Hello, Mr. Berk.
Mike, are you on something?
- No. - Drugs?
Sick. I feel sick.
Since when?
First, I found my dog dead.
Then there was the funeral yesterday.
I fell asleep on Harmony Hill. Didn't wake up till morning.
- This was after Danny Glick's funeral? - Yeah.
I went back to finish. Royal wasn't there.
I started to feel...
...sick. Can I have a drink?
Miss. Whiskey.
What do you remember, Mike?
- Singing. - Singing?
Sweet...
Sweetest singing I ever heard.
A feeling like drowning.
And eyes.
- Eyes. - Whose eyes?
Bright and...
...scary.
- Whose? - Don't remember.
I dreamed...
You slept there all night?
- Yeah, all night. - What about last night?
I remember a dream.
Somebody out there.
And I...
I let him in.
Who?
- I don't know. - Listen to me, Mike.
Mike. Mike, I want you to stay at my house tonight.
Will you do that for me?
We'll arrange to see Dr. Norton tomorrow.
All right, I don't care.
DANNY: Open the window.
[SCRATCHING]
Open the window, Mark.
Open the window, Mark. Please.
Let me in.
It's okay, Mark, I'm your friend.
He commands it.
No, Mark.
- Aah! - Go away.
Go away!
Son, are you awake?
Yeah, kind of.
Did you have a bad dream?
I... Maybe.
- I don't remember. - You called out in your sleep.
- I'm sorry. - Do you want anything?
No.
Good night then.
Good night, Dad.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[KNOCKING]
Come in.
I hope these will be all right.
Mike?
Turn your head, Mike.
This way.
Where did you get these marks?
Oh...
I don't know.
Now, call me in the night if you want anything.
Anything. Even if you have a bad dream.
Will you be sure to do that?
Yes.
Now, anything. I mean it.
I'll be right down the hall.
I will.
[CLOCK TICKING]
[CHILDREN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
[KNOCKING]
EVA: Mr. Mears, telephone.
Telephone.
BEN: Oh, all right.
Just a minute. Just a minute.
What is it, long distance?
No, it's Jason Berk.
Oh. What time is it?
It's a little after 4:00, and Mr. Berk sounds very upset.
Oh, oh, uh...
Yeah, Jason?
What's the matter?
Um... Well, give me about 10 minutes.
Well, hell no. I'm a... I was a Baptist.
Jason.
Do you have a..?
A rosary or a crucifix?
Yeah, in my bedroom. Mr. Berk asked for it?
- Yes, please. - Well, he's not Catholic.
- I don't even think he goes to church. - Please.
BEN: He's all right. He's sleeping.
The window's open. It was closed and locked.
I made sure of it.
- Sun's coming up. - Look.
BEN: It's blood.
A single drop.
Mike. Mike, wake up.
There's no pulse.
Marks on the neck?
No. Nothing, nothing.
No marks. Nothing.
- You think I'm crazy? - No.
- Do you believe me about the marks? - I guess I'll have to.
But where does that put us, Jason?
It puts us in the position where we have to do something.
Could he have died of a virus?
Ben, the window, the marks on his neck...
...and I heard him invite someone into the room.
Oh, that terrible laughter.
All right.
Do you know what will happen to you...
...if we whisper a word of what you've just told me?
Right, "Funny old duck living alone on Taggot Stream Road.
How can we trust him to teach our children?"
I can't help you, Jason. I saw a body, nothing else.
And I'm an outsider, a writer, a crazy.
But if we do nothing...
There is something we can do. We can check this all out.
Call Dr. Norton. Call the constable.
Yeah. Let the machinery take over.
Don't even tell Dr. Norton he's dead.
- Not dead? - Well, how do we know he is?
Let the medical people check it out.
Let them find the cause of death.
All the times Mike drove that...
...not guessing how soon he'd be riding in the back.
Mears, I want you to testify for the coroner's jury.
- I'll be there. - That's good.
Better do my paperwork.
Duplicate, triplicate.
Don't punch, spindle or mutilate.
We all have to do that, don't we?
Yeah, and they say it's a free country.
Ah, Jason.
What is it you wanted to tell me?
Have there been any other people complaining of feeling weak?
- Well, had bad dreams? - No.
There soon will be.
Bill, do you believe in ghosts?
Ghosts? No.
- Witches? Wizards? - No.
- Werewolves? - Of course not.
Vampires?
Bill, come on inside. I'm going to tell you something.
And I'm going to ask your help.
And maybe you'll give it, if you don't decide I'm absolutely crazy.
BEN: Good morning, Eva.
I heard.
Awful.
Poor Mike.
I'm tired.
I'll just have a cup of coffee and get some sleep.
Why in the world did Mr. Berk want that crucifix?
Maybe because he thought Mike Ryerson was Catholic.
He should've known better. He had Mike in school.
All his people were Lutherans.
Well, it looks like you're gonna miss the opening.
- What opening? - Those antique fellas.
- Straker? - Yeah, him and the other fella.
Did that other fella ever show up?
I don't know about that. All I know is they're opening the store today.
Wouldn't Dad like this?
I guess so.
Oh, Mr. Straker.
My husband's birthday is next week, and I...
Oh, dear.
It's quite reasonable, you know.
- There's no chance that..? - I'm sorry, but...
I understand.
I could hold it for you till the end of the week without any obligation.
Oh, I'd appreciate that. Thank you.
Done.
An English desk here, 18th century.
Values continue to escalate.
Interesting little Welsh cupboard in oak.
And my favorite chair. It was with me in London in my establishment.
English.
Georgian.
Oh, you have some expertise.
No, not really.
I just know something about silver.
My aunt had some Georgian. We had to sell it when she died.
What an unfortunate way to acquire knowledge.
My aunt was housekeeper at the Marsten house, your house.
Oh, really? That's interesting.
I've always been curious about that place.
Perhaps I can satisfy your curiosity.
A lot of peculiar things have happened in that house.
- Mm-hm. - The man who built it...
...murdered his wife and a servant.
And though it was never proved...
...he was suspected in the disappearance of several children.
Yes, it was terrible, wasn't it?
Interesting.
Remarkable, yes.
- Mr. Straker. - Yes?
Do you believe that evil can be inherent in a house?
About as much as I believe that trees have souls.
Well, perhaps they do.
Oh, you're the writer.
On vacation or vocation?
I am writing about the Marsten house.
Ah. And you'd like to visit.
Well, why not? Mr. Barlow is on a buying trip...
...but the moment he arrives...
You'll enjoy Mr. Barlow.
And he'll enjoy you.
You snake.
Try to steal my girl.
Pretty good beating you took, fella.
No fractures, though. Slight concussion.
You understand me?
- Yes. - Good.
We're gonna keep you here overnight anyway, for observation.
Yes.
Your friend Ned, he was arrested.
He's sitting in the town jail.
I don't think he's gonna be that foolish again.
Anyone else sick? Hospital?
Couple of new admissions, but nothing...
- No. - What Jason and I told you...
Ben, it's out of the question. I don't believe it, and no one else will.
You just take it easy, all right?
BEN: I want a crucifix.
If it'll make you feel better, I suppose we can arrange it.
[SCRAPING]
[WOOD CREAKING]
[HISSING]
Look at me.
Look at me, teacher.
Look.
Look at me.
Look.
No.
Look.
No.
Get out.
Get out. I revoke my invitation.
You'll sleep like the dead, teacher.
No.
[HEART BEATING]
[GRUNTING]
[GROWLING]
[ROARS]
[GLASS BREAKS]
Marge?
Marjorie?
Oh, Marge.
Margie? Marjorie?
[MARJORIE MUMBLING]
GLICK: Honey?
Marge.
Marge. Marge.
What is it? What are you saying?
What?
- Marge, I'm gonna call a doctor. - No.
- You sure? - I'm okay.
- Honey, I want Dr. Norton to see you. - No.
- Oh, Marge. - I'm weak.
- Weak. - You haven't been sleeping ever since...
- I've been dreaming about him. - Sure.
- About Danny. - That's natural. It's all right.
He comes back...
...and he says, "Mommy, Mommy, I'm so glad to be home."
He says he's my baby.
My baby.
SUSAN: Hi.
Dad called me.
Oh. Oh.
It was just a little knock.
I know you're okay.
There's more, Ben.
- Ned Tebbets died last night. - What?
They found him dead this morning in town jail.
Dad examined him.
Pernicious anemia.
- Just like the Glick boy. - Yes, only Ned had high blood pressure.
And Danny's mother died this afternoon.
- Same symptoms? - I think so.
- What does your father say? - He wants to talk to you.
- And Jason Berk. - Jason Berk?
- He's here, Ben. - Here?
In the hospital. Intensive care.
- What? - Heart attack.
He's stable.
Susan.
You've got to go back to Boston.
There's a kind of plague in this town, people are dying.
Don't you understand what's happening?
- Do you? - I do.
It's in the Marsten house.
It's got to be rooted out. It's got to be destroyed.
[MONITOR BEEPING]
Do you know the priest at St. Jude's?
- Father Callahan? - Father Callahan.
MAN: But I am an agent of the Holy Catholic Church.
You see, the overall concept of evil in the Catholic Church...
...has undergone a radical change in this century.
- Evil with a small E. - Satan with a small tail.
- Witches, incubi? - Vampires?
In Salem's Lot.
Haven't you noticed anything out of the way, peculiar?
Well, the Malloys weren't at Mass this morning.
Mrs. Malloy never misses.
Mrs. Glick... But she'd suffered a terrible blow.
Ned Tebbets.
Mike Ryerson.
- He's gonna do it. - At least we'll know then.
We'll have the medical evidence. Now, now, listen to me.
- You have to get some hawthorn. - Okay.
Okay, and...
- And just put it all over the house. - Okay.
And the crucifixes from Father Callahan.
- Mother's never going to... - She has to!
They're breeding on one another. The vampires are creating vampires.
It's a geometric progression: Two times two, times four, times eight.
- This is just... - In another couple...
Ben.
Ned Tebbets' body disappeared from the morgue...
...and a baby that died this morning is gone.
- Marjorie Glick? - In the funeral parlor in Cumberland.
I'll get my car.
Hawthorn.
[ENGINE STARTS]
I think a lot of this comes from Mark's hobby...
...collecting masks, assembling monsters from kits.
He's always been preoccupied with them...
...and it's not healthy.
Let's not make those judgments now.
Mark, you're sure it wasn't a dream?
It wasn't a dream.
It was Danny Glick.
Nightmares seem real.
His subconscious fear made Danny seem real to him.
And they were very close friends.
[PHONE RINGING]
I'll get it.
[JUNE SCREAMING]
[GROWLING]
STRAKER: Poor little boy.
You can do nothing against the master.
Stop, holy man.
Or he'll cut the boy's throat.
Back. Back, holy man. Back, shaman.
Back, priest.
What would you give for this miserable boy?
What do you ask?
What would you give to reprieve him this night...
...to save him for another night?
- What do you want? - The master wants you.
Throw away your cross, face the master.
Your faith against his faith. Could you do that?
Is your faith enough?
- Then do it. - And trust him to let the boy go?
Run.
- I think they're dead, Father. - Run.
I'm going to kill you.
Now your part of the bargain.
- I'm a priest. - A priest?
Throw away the cross.
Face the master.
Faith against faith.
BEN: What do you think?
Her condition is very similar to Mike Ryerson's.
There's no surface lividity, no signs of rigor.
I'll call home, make sure they're all right.
They'll be fine if they follow instructions.
I'll make sure they do.
Bless this cross.
In the name of the Father...
...and the Son...
...and the Holy Ghost.
No atheists in foxholes.
The Lord is my shepherd.
I shall not want.
He maketh me...
He maketh me to lie down beside the still waters.
He maketh me to lie down.
He maketh me...
He maketh me to lie down in green pasture.
He restoreth my soul.
Bill.
He leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake.
Bill!
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...
...I will fear no evil.
Bill!
I will fear no evil.
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
MARJORIE: Danny.
Where are you, Danny, darling?
BEN: Bill! Bill! Bill!
[HISSING]
- Ben, they're... - Don't look at her eyes.
Oh, God.
[SCREAMING]
I called a friend of mine in San Francisco.
He's turned on to the occult.
He says that...
...we have to get to Barlow during the day.
Before sunset.
In his coffin.
And drive a stake through his heart.
What about Straker?
Straker's human. He's mortal. He's...
He's... He's the watchdog.
He's the thing's bodyguard. He prepares the way.
- How can he be killed? - Any way. Any way at all. Gun, knife.
[HORN HONKING] [TIRES SCREECH]
Any way at all.
- Why did they come here? - How the hell do I know?
Because you're somewhat isolated, you're somewhat inbred. Full-blooded.
Barlow must have wandered this planet for centuries...
...looking for new places to victimize.
It's unbelievable.
I've seen it.
Still, Ben...
It's unbelievable.
Good girl.
- Where's your mother? - Up in your room.
- She's all right? - Yeah, she's fine.
What happened?
Marjorie Glick rose and joined the undead.
- The undead? - She's a vampire too.
Soon this whole town of Salem's Lot...
Susan, you're gonna have to leave town.
Mother and Dad?
Your father's gonna stay and help me...
...destroy this creature.
Now, tomorrow before sunset, you take your mother...
...and anyone else that you can persuade to go...
...and you leave town.
Where's Gillespie?
Parkins called in sick.
It's the first day he's been off the job ever.
Are you..? You feeling all right?
A little tired.
I didn't sleep much last night. I was dreaming.
Funny.
I dreamed about Ned coming to see me.
It was a funny dream.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
He may have gone into town.
You look pale. Are you all right?
Just tired.
I dreamed all night.
All night.
Sweet, sweet dreams.
Weasel.
Young.
Just like old times.
Kissing me on my neck.
Oh, Weasel.
Maybe you better go lie down.
Yes, I will.
[METAL CLINKS]
[WIND BLOWING]
[DOOR SLAMS]
[CREAKING]
[GLASS CLINKS]
Mark?
[CLATTERING]
Mark?
[DOOR CREAKS]
[MICE SQUEAKING]
[CLATTERING]
[MARK YELLS] [SUSAN SCREAMS]
Susan.
- What are you doing here? - I followed you in.
Let's get out of here.
He killed my parents.
You can't do it. My father and Ben... Listen.
[FOOTSTEPS]
Please.
- You go. - Only if you do.
I can't.
We'll come back with my father and Ben.
They'll help us. We need help.
What's that?
[MAN WHISTLING]
[METAL PINGS]
[THUMPS]
He's here.
[SUSAN GASPS]
Come.
That will hold you until tonight.
What will happen tonight?
Yes.
What have you done with Susan?
Ah...
What did you do to her?
I've taken her to where she wished to go.
To meet the man she came here to meet.
- Where are you going? - South Carolina, visit relatives.
You can't do that. He's up there. He's in the house.
- Who? - Barlow. Barlow!
He's a vampire. He's got to be destroyed.
What the hell's so funny?
- You're crazy. There aren't vampires. - Then what is happening here?
- I don't know. Some kind of craziness. - You're scared.
- I'm not staying. - You're the constable here.
- Running. - Running, running.
And you're staying?
You're staying.
All right, since you're staying, come here.
Come here, will you?
Here. Here.
Maybe this will do you some good.
[CAR HORN HONKS]
Coming!
This town's falling apart...
...and you're running?
Gillespie is leaving town.
Have you seen Susan?
- They should be gone by now. - No.
Ann's still waiting for her at home.
- Father Callahan in there? - No one's there.
- Is it blessed? - It is holy water.
Ben?
Ben, Susan's in there!
Mark.
- They're in there. - Where?
I don't know.
You run. You run as fast as you can.
Keep running!
[COUGHS]
Ben.
[CLATTERING]
I told you to go.
- No. - Run!
No!
[WOOD CREAKING]
Help me!
Aah! No, please.
[BILL SCREAMS]
Ben.
[GUN CLICKING]
Bill.
Bill!
MARK: It's getting dark.
The cellar.
Wait.
Mark, wait.
Mark!
Mark?
Mark.
- I'm all right. - Easy.
- It's just the ankle. - Can you stand?
Yeah.
He's here.
I know he's here somewhere.
Here.
It's the root cellar.
We have to get him out of here.
Must weigh a ton.
We have to get him out of here.
Push!
The sun's gone down.
[HISSING]
- He... - Don't look at him!
[SCREECHING]
[BEN GRUNTING]
[BARLOW GROANING]
[BANGING]
Mark.
Get out.
[WIND HOWLING]
Susan?
Sorry, Susan. Forgive me.
The wind.
It's blowing towards town.
Susan.
The town will burn.
It will drive them out of their hiding places.
- All of them? - No.
It will purify Salem's Lot.
And the others will be on the run.
And on the hunt.
For us?
For us.
[HOWLING AND SCREAMING]
[WOMAN SCREAMING]
[WOLF HOWLING]
[CHURCH BELLS CHIMING]
[GASPS]
They found us again.
Another one has found us.
We have to go further.
Not yet.
Ben?
I found you.
I know.
I love you.
Yes.
You were so difficult to find.
I know.
But we're together now.
We'll always be together.
We'll always be young.
We'll love each other.
Forever. That is his promise.
Forever?
Forever.
Kiss me, Ben.
Kiss me.
[SCREAMS]
[CRYING]
There'll be others.
Do we go now?
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