Frank?
- No! - Aaah!
Ahhh!
Hello, John.
May I come in?
How did you find me?
My father?
Stopped off to see him.
He said you moved to a new town.
He's worried about you.
And so am I.
Don't worry. I'm taking care of myself.
It's about time.
I'm still your doctor.
You're still under my care.
We have to... well, stay in touch.
Well...
How's the, uh... All healed up now?
The bullet...
went right through me.
- It's nothing. - Good.
Nice place you have here.
It's home.
Those headaches are getting worse, aren't they?
Three, four times a day sometimes.
I brought you some new medication.
No! No more pills.
It takes time to recover. The healing process is slow.
I'm not getting better. I'm getting worse.
Isn't that right?
All right.
Now listen. I've done some research
into the area of psychic phenomena.
Several cases, such as yours, have been documented.
I was surprised to discover.
And the pattern is always the same.
As the spells, the visions,
grow stronger and more powerful,
the body weakens.
I don't need any research or documentation
to see this thing is sucking the life out of you.
One look tells me that.
You mean I'm going to die?
How long?
I think we can arrest the process,
reverse it even.
- How? - Come back with me.
- Where? - To the clinic.
No. Absolutely no.
John, please. You must!
So you can study me?
No. So I can protect you.
You need to be in a controlled environment, John.
I want to show you something.
Come with me.
Cards and letters keep pouring in.
What is all this?
It's people with lost dogs, lost children, lost lives.
You haven't even opened them.
I don't have to.
They all want reassurance, help, love...
things I can't give them.
Father sends it. I let it pile up.
Why do you keep it?
This is why I can't go out...
live my life,
why I stay locked up here.
I'm already living in a controlled environment, Sam.
Nothing can touch me here.
I'm alone.
I'm safe.
"But instead of dying,
she shall only fall into...
a profound sleep
which shall last a hundred years."
That's my mom.
Okay.
- Bye. - Bye.
John Smith?
Hi. I'm Roger Stuart.
I'd like to talk to you.
Sit down.
What can I do for you?
Um... it's, uh...
It's my boy, my son, Chris.
He needs help.
I've inquired around.
You come highly recommended.
What's the matter with him?
I wish I knew.
He's bright, I know he is,
but he won't take part in school.
He won't join in. He won't learn.
God! He's so shy.
You think you could help him?
I wouldn't know unless I met him.
He wouldn't come with me today.
You'd have to come out to the house.
No. That's out of the question.
It's just not the way I do it.
It won't work otherwise.
Please.
He'll get to know you,
then you can bring him here for the lessons.
Please.
Okay.
Great. Tomorrow morning's Saturday.
I'll send a car to pick you up.
That reminds me of when I ran for the senate.
My opponent went to the ghetto
and handed out dollar bills trying to buy votes.
I said, "You folks keep that money
'cause times is rough.
But I want you to vote for whoever you please."
- We won by... what? - 29.
29 percentage points. Those people spent that money
with a clear conscience.
John, good morning. Nice to see you.
Gentlemen, meet my son's tutor, John Smith.
- This is Greg Stillson. - Hello.
- This gentleman is... - Sonny Elliman.
Well, Greg, you got some good ideas.
Let me think about them.
Roger, I want you to be part of this.
I need your support, your expertise, your input.
And most importantly, I need your money.
- God bless, Roger. - Thanks for dropping by.
See you. Bye-bye.
My God! What a glorious day!
Amen.
Sorry about that.
Well, let's go see Chris.
Chris. This is Johnny.
Remember I said he was coming?
I'll leave you alone to get acquainted.
Your father wants me
to bring you out of your shell.
I don't know what to do.
You don't have to do anything.
My dad lives in a shell, not me.
Chris has really taken to you, John.
- You made progress. - We just talked.
Well, with Chris, that's an achievement.
You want a drink?
- No. - Want a beer?
- Okay. - Get him a beer.
Let's listen to this.
99...
100!
I'm Greg Stillson,
just stopping by on my way to the U.S. Senate.
Greg Stillson.
Remember you met him this morning?
... you got to be in good shape
to go the full distance with those boys in Washington.
What the hell is happening to this country?
Can anybody tell me?
I read in a local paper...
Do you believe this guy?
He's just getting warmed up.
You voting for him?
I'm not even registered.
- Not registered? - No.
Get registered, pal, and vote against this turkey.
He's dangerous.
... I see so many unemployed.
Why are you people here in the middle of the day?
Look at each other!
How do you feel?
Would you send your friend to the U.S. Senate?
A real man of the people.
Jesus, what an act.
Can't they see through this guy?
You acted like friends this morning.
With guys like Stillson,
you walk a thin line.
If they lose, they'll drag you down.
But if he wins, and this turkey just might,
you make sure you're thought of as a good friend.
Know what I mean?
... I've got a job for everyone
and a challenge for all of you!
I'm challenging you to join me,
to join a growing army
Let's send Greg Stillson to the U.S. Senate
and mediocrity to hell!
What can I do for you boys?
You work late. That's admirable.
I'm Greg Stillson.
I know who you are, Mr. Stillson.
Take your paid gorilla and get out.
We've got a little problem here.
Get to the point, Mr. Stillson.
I'm damned near even in the polls.
The people need me.
I'm going to win big.
I've had a vision
that I'm going to be President of the United States someday.
I've accepted that responsibility,
and nobody,
will stop me.
Imagine how I felt
when I read your editorial
that's hitting the streets tomorrow.
You don't seem to like me, Brenner.
But that's okay.
I don't like you either.
How did you get that?
I'm not at liberty to reveal my sources.
It doesn't make any difference.
That editorial is hitting the streets tomorrow morning.
Not if we make a deal.
What's that mean?
You staying out of the campaign business,
and me staying out of the publishing business.
Show him what we've got to publish.
That's your best shot.
I got many loyal people on my side...
Like that lady in the photograph with you.
I never met Mrs. Brenner,
but I'm sure that ain't her.
What do you think, Sonny?
Is this Mrs. Brenner?
- Doesn't look like her. - You son of a bitch!
Who you calling a son of a bitch?
Let's give Mr. Brenner a chance
to think about his wife, kids,
his position in the community.
What if I don't make a deal?
You'll make a deal.
Otherwise Sonny will take your head off.
Good idea.
I told you he was a reasonable man.
He's a nice man.
I like your wife too.
"Prophets, said I, thing of evil.
Prophets still of bird or devil,
by that heaven that bends above us,
by that God we both adore,
tell this soul with sorrow laden,
if within the distant Aden,
it shall clasp a sainted maiden
whom the angels named Lenore."
Skip to the part where he talks about,
"Will I ever see her again?"
"Eagerly I wish the morrow.
Vainly I had sought to borrow
from my books, surcease of sorrow,
sorrow for the lost Lenore.
For the rare and radiant maiden
whom the angels named Lenore,
nameless here forevermore."
Stop. I'll be right back.
Good afternoon, sir.
We're out talking about Greg Stillson.
You're familiar with our candidate?
What do you think?
Yeah, right.
Are you aware of what Greg Stillson stands for?
Greg Stillson's mounting a successful third party movement.
Stillson represents both the poor and the well-off.
Could you come back? I have a student.
Sure. You're busy. Can I leave some literature?
Honey, bring some brochures!
Hello, Johnny.
Hi.
You live here?
Yeah. I'm back to teaching.
This is my husband Walt.
Nice to meet you finally, John.
Sarah's talked about you often.
Come on back, Johnny.
It's no fun reading alone.
Chris, Walt and Sarah.
Hi.
We'll let you get back to work.
Nice to meet you.
Don't forget who to vote for.
Bye.
Who was that?
Hey.
You okay?
Why are you crying, Johnny?
What's the matter?
Nothing.
- My ride's here. - I'm going with you.
- I got to talk to you. - Hi, Johnny.
- What are you doing? - Pretty good stuff, huh?
I organized a hockey team.
We're practicing this afternoon. I'm the coach.
Call it off.
There's going to be an accident.
Call it off? Chris is looking forward to this.
- He's really coming out, John. - Wait.
I got to talk to you.
Eat something, then we'll go.
There's going to be an accident. Call it off.
We skate on that pond until March.
You'll kill your own son!
I'm scared, Dad.
For Christ sake, John!
Don't be scared. Go eat.
Don't you know who I am?
You think I'd hire you without checking you out?
I hired you as a teacher, not a fortuneteller.
The ice is going to break!
I want you out.
I don't want you in my boy's life!
You do exactly what I'm telling you!
No, Dad. You don't know.
It's not safe.
All right. To hell with it!
Forget everything, but I want you out.
Whatever you say. I'm sorry about that.
I'll send your final check.
I'm not crazy, you know.
Don't let the boy think I am.
I'm right about this.
But we'll never know, will we?
Give me your hand.
Nothing to worry about now.
My driver will take you home.
You were right.
I'll see you.
Chris?
Hey, what's going on?
You're not even dressed.
You called it off.
I thought you called it off.
Just to get rid of him.
We going or not?
Are you going to pout like a baby
or come and play hockey with your friends?
Great.
Hello.
Who is it?
Johnny.
- Sarah, see you down there. - Okay.
Stillson! Stillson!
Good to see you.
Hi. How are you?
Good to see you.
Hi. How are you?
How you doing? Good to see you.
Do it, General.
You're insane. I won't.
Do it! You'll go down in history with me!
As what? The world's greatest mass murderers?
You cowardly bastard!
You're not the voice of the people!
The people speak through me!
It came to me while I slept... my destiny.
I must get up now and fulfill my destiny!
Put your hand on that, or I'll hack it off!
Do it!
May God forgive me.
Congratulations, General.
Complete the sequence, Mr. President.
My destiny.
Thank you, Sonny.
Let them come up.
Mr. President, we have a diplomatic solution.
Mr. Vice President, Mr. Secretary,
the missiles are flying.
Hallelujah. Hallelujah.
You okay, Greg?
Get out!
Stillson! Stillson!
If you could go back in time to Germany,
before Hitler came to power,
knowing what you know now,
would you kill him?
Is that why you sent for me,
to ask me this, uh... this question?
I have to talk to you, Sam,
because I've had another episode.
Oh, yes?
Go on.
I've been tutoring this boy named Stuart.
In the vision, I saw him drown.
But that's not the point.
In the vision, something was missing.
How... How do you mean?
It was like... a blank spot, a dead zone.
First of all, tell me,
did the boy in fact drown?
His father wanted him to play hockey.
I talked him out of it. The boy's alive.
Ah. Yes.
Don't you see how clear it is?
Not only can you see the future, you can...
- I can change it. - You can change it, exactly.
Here.
Yes, John. That is your... your dead zone.
The possibility of...
of altering the outcome of your premonitions...
it's fascinating. Let me make a note.
What about my question?
Huh?
Oh, you mean the one about Hitler?
- What would you do? - I don't like this.
What are you getting at?
What would you do? Would you kill him?
All right.
I'll give you an answer.
I'm a man of medicine.
I'm expected to save lives and ease suffering.
I love people.
Therefore, I would have no choice
but to kill the son of a bitch.
You'd never get away alive.
It doesn't matter. I would kill him.
"Dear Sarah,
It is a hard letter to write,
so I'll make it short.
I can't go on hiding anymore.
That's what I've been doing...
running and hiding.
I had this figured out all wrong.
I always thought my power was a curse,
but now I can see it's a gift.
By the time you get this letter,
it'll be all over.
You never will understand why.
Nobody ever will, but I know what I'm doing.
And I know I'm right.
Just remember there's never been anyone for me except you.
Just wasn't in the cards for us, I guess.
I'll always love you, Sarah.
Johnny. "
How you doing?
Thanks very much. What's your name?
Greg, my husband Walt.
Hi, Walt. This your baby?
Bring him up on stage.
I want to thank you for the support
you've given this campaign.
You made this campaign the most exciting,
the most important campaign in this state's history.
I've come here personally to thank you for that.
Johnny!
Give me him!
Don't!
No!
Sonny! The man's trying to kill me!
You son of a bitch!
Who sent you? Huh?
It's over.
You're finished.
Where's that kid with the camera?
I don't see him.
You asshole!
It's okay. It's all right.
Oh, Johnny, why?
Why?
Good-bye.
I love you.