Go on, do your prayers, Eddie. Go on.
EDDIE: God bless Mama and Daddy and the farm. Amen.
- Mama. - Mmm-hmm?
- What's wrong with Daddy tonight? - Nothing, Eddie.
You mind me and you go right to sleep, you hear?
Will it be all right?
Should I be afraid?
(WAILING)
(GRUNTING)
(WAILING CONTINUES)
(SCREAMING)
(GASPING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Tom Harley. Open up, Tom. It's me, Clayton Heller. Tom.
(BANGING ON DOOR)
Please open the door.
For God's sakes, Tom. Open up, please!
It's after me, Tom. It's gonna get me.
God in heaven, Tom. We can't just sit here.
We have to, Ellie. This has nothing to do with us.
What kind of a Christian are you, for God's sakes?
- HELLER: You got to help me, Harley! - Tom.
- Mama. - See to the boy.
HELLER: Tom, it's gonna get me if you don't open the door!
For God's sake, please help me! Tom.
Why doesn't Daddy let the man in?
- HELLER: Please open the door! - He can't, baby. He just can't.
TOM: Get away from my door.
- Get away from me and my family! - Tom, please!
(CRYING)
You got to help me, Tom.
It's coming. I didn't kill that girl.
I don't know nothing about that, and I don't want to.
They said I did, Tom. But I didn't.
Now, I'm sorry. I am. But I can't risk my family for you, Clayton.
Now, I got my shotgun here.
Get away. Get away afore I have to use it.
(SCREAMING)
(ROARING)
(HELLER SCREAMING)
Gypsy, ready? Ready?
Pick it up. Come here. Come on.
All right, ready? Go get it.
Come on.
(SIGHS)
Now, young man, come up here.
- I thank you. What've you been doing? - Playing with Gypsy.
ED: Mmm-hmm.
That's good.
You know something? When I was your age,
your great-grandmama used to wash my hands.
And she was so old that the skin on her hands was thin as tissue paper.
It felt so good.
Guess what?
Last one in the house will get the privilege of washing the breakfast dishes.
Get out of town.
ED: Come on, Gypsy.
- Not at the table, Billy. - But he's awful hungry, Daddy.
Put it in the bowl.
- Is it story time? - I reckon.
Wait. I got to get something.
- Daddy? - Hold on.
- I made you a present. - You did?
I like presents.
Oh, well. Now, this is something.
It goes around your neck.
This is something special.
- You really like it? - I love it.
You don't have to wear it every day or nothing. Just when it strikes you.
Give me a hug. I ain't never taking it off, punk.
All right, now, wait a minute.
Once upon a time, there was this scruffy old man,
and you know, he was one of them yes-and-no kind of guys.
So anyhow, he was very proud 'cause he had this very clever son,
and he knew that one day,
this son was gonna grow up to be something very special.
So, and one day...
Really, Tracy. You know, Joel is a great guy once you get to know him.
Honey, get me a beer.
(HORNS HONKING)
So how much further is it to the cabin, Steve?
About 50 miles.
Why do you always have to carry that stupid rifle with you?
'Cause you never know what you're gonna find in the jungle, yo.
- Sorry. - Thank you, klutz.
ED: Okay, come on.
- Let her rip. - Now?
Get the potatoes, kid.
Sweet potatoes. Come on, get it over there.
- Wait, Steve, pull over. - STEVE: What?
- I want to take a picture of this. - These people can get pretty weird, Trace.
We heard a story a couple years ago about a guy who killed his wife
and ate her just to get rid of the evidence.
- CHRIS: Yeah. - TRACY: That's disgusting.
No, the cops found, like, her foot or something in this big pot
with all these carrots and onions. It was like foot stew.
STEVE: You know, I think this was the guy, too.
This was the guy.
Get a few more of these. Here you go. Get a few more of them, boy.
STEVE: All right, here we are.
- MAGGIE: Where? - TRACY: Downtown Bradley Mountain.
STEVE: Cabin's the next stop. Just a few miles from here.
- JOEL: Kimbo. - Yeah?
Help me out.
This is your last chance to shop, lady. Breathe deep. The air is clean.
- STEVE: You guys are animals. - JOEL: Civilization is behind us.
No, Gypsy!
- JOEL: Hook shot. - BILLY: No, Gypsy.
(BARKING)
- Whoa! Nice dog. - BILLY: No.
Gypsy!
Made a friend there already, huh, Joel?
Gypsy, no.
Check out this kid's glasses. We're talking Coke bottles.
Jesus.
- What? All I said was... - We heard you, man.
Come on, Scratch. Let's do it.
- What's your name? - Billy. This is my dog Gypsy.
Hey, Gypsy. How're you doing?
CHRIS: Hey, Gypsy.
Come on. I thought we were gonna get everyone settled in first.
Listen. If you want to stay here and play with the vegetables, that's fine with me.
I'm going.
Fetch, boy. Go get it.
- Come on, Gypsy. Come on. Come on. - Yeah. Good dog. That a boy, Gypsy.
(ENGINE STARTING)
(BARKING)
Come on.
Come on, Joe.
- GIRL: Come on, Jimmy Joe. - JIMMY JOE: Shut up.
- You shut up. - Stop it.
MR. WALLACE: You young ones just stay put now, you hear?
Yes, sir.
- What's that? - It's a camera, stupid.
Yeah, it's my camera. See?
Hey, can I take your picture?
There you go.
Good afternoon, Mr. Wallace. What do you know today?
No more than I did yesterday.
TRACY: Honey. Honey.
- Do you have any beer, sir? - No. No liquor.
- GIRL: Hessie, look. - What?
Jimmy Joe, you give that here.
Jimmy Joe gots the ball and won't give it up.
Give it here. Give it. Come on. Give it.
Jimmy Joe, you done bad.
Y'all know what settles on bad ones, don't you?
- Pumpkinhead. - CHILDREN: Pumpkinhead.
Y'all stop. There ain't no Pumpkinhead.
- What about old Mr. Foley? - He moved away.
GIRL: Uh-uh.
Pumpkinhead got him.
Teared off his head and drank all the blood.
- JIMMY JOE: Did not. - Did too.
Shut up, Hessie!
"Keep away from Pumpkinhead Unless you're tired of living
ALL: "His enemies are mostly dead He's mean and unforgiving"
Stop it!
(CHILDREN CHANTING RHYME)
- JIMMY JOE: Stop it! - ALL: "Bolted doors and windows barred
- "Guard dogs prowling in the yard" - GIRL: Pumpkinhead. Pumpkinhead.
"Won't protect you till you're dead
"Nothing will, from Pumpkinhead So keep away from Pumpkinhead"
- Stop it! - Stop it!
I mean, well, you've got him pretty scared.
- Pumpkinhead. - All right.
Get in the truck. Come on.
Hey.
(CHUCKLES)
Come on.
Here you go, Billy.
I was just about to say something myself.
(CASH REGISTER RINGING)
- That'll do it for you, Mr. Wallace? - That and my feed.
Damn, I left it up at the house. Give me a couple of minutes. Will you?
I ain't got it. I'm due back now.
Suppose I drop it off right at your door? How'd that be?
Be there before dark.
(MOTORCYCLE REVVING)
Billy, bring Gypsy inside out of the sun for a while.
Yes, Daddy.
- Got to admit, he's pretty good. - He's a jerk.
Yeah, but he's a talented jerk.
(CAMERA CLICKING)
Nah.
He's just a jerk jerk.
Billy, I want you to stay right here and mind things, okay?
I got to fetch something up at the house.
- Yes, sir, Daddy. - Then we'll take us a little ride.
Do you have to encourage him?
Maggie, he's my brother.
Be a good boy, now.
- You man enough? - Go for it!
(TRUCK ENGINE STARTING)
Gypsy, no.
(BARKING)
MAGGIE: Little boy?
(MAGGIE EXCLAIMS)
- TRACY: Are you okay? - MAGGIE: Little boy?
TRACY: What?
Gypsy!
MAGGIE: No!
STEVE: Jesus.
(SOBBING)
- CHRIS: Don't move him. - He just came out of nowhere.
- Is he all right? - TRACY: He's cold.
It's gonna be okay, Billy.
All right, keep him warm. Keep him warm.
- It's gonna be okay, little boy. - Oh, God.
- Hey! Stay here. - We got to do something.
TRACY: You're gonna be fine.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
We stay, I'm fucked, man. Is that what you want?
STEVE: It was an accident. I almost hit him myself.
Yeah, but I've been drinking. They'll fry me.
You got to help me, Scratch.
- Call an ambulance. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hurry!
- What are you doing? What are you doing? - Get in the car.
- Get in the car. Get in the fucking car. - No, we can't just leave him.
Damn it.
(TRUCK ENGINE STARTING)
CHRIS: Joel, get back here! Where the fuck is he going?
- Forget Joel. - Forget... Fuck.
It'll be fine. Everything's gonna be okay.
- Come on. - Chris, did you get through?
- No phone. - What about that guy at the stand?
He's gone, he's gone, he's gone!
Oh, God. Get to the cabin. There's a phone over there.
It's all right. Chris. Take care of her...
- and I'll stay with the kid. - Yeah.
Go help Chris with Maggie, and I'll stay with the kid.
- Are you sure? - I'll stay with him. Go! Go!
It's okay, Maggie. It's okay.
STEVE: Go.
Billy?
Gypsy.
(WHISTLES)
Billy.
Gypsy.
Billy. Billy, Daddy's here.
(GYPSY WHIMPERING)
ED: It's okay.
Nobody saw him. It was an accident. Can I help?
(TRUCK ENGINE STARTING)
- CHRIS: Okay, Maggie, come on. - TRACY: Come on, Maggie.
Maggie, come on. Listen. Just get up to the cabin and get on that phone.
I'm right behind you.
- TRACY: I just stay on this trail? - Yes, stay on the trail.
Did you call for help?
Jesus. This is crazy.
(DIAL TONE DRONING)
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
(TELEPHONE DISCONNECTS)
Damn you!
Jesus, he just ripped the phone cord out of the wall.
CHRIS: What?
I'm going back. I'm gonna drive to the nearest town.
JOEL: You're not going anywhere.
- Hey! - Hey!
What's up, man?
Chris, please.
Joel was in another accident a couple of months ago and a girl was hurt.
He's on probation right now. If the police find out about it,
- he could go to jail. - They're not gonna find out about it.
Look, man, I'm real sorry about that,
but that little boy down there needs our help now.
Joel,
just give me the keys, all right?
(CHRIS GRUNTS)
(TRACY GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
- CHRIS: You okay? - Yeah. Go.
He wouldn't stop.
(CHRIS GRUNTS)
It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.
Once upon a time,
there was this old man,
and he had a very, very special son.
- Daddy. - Yeah, baby?
- Hey, are you okay? - Steve! Steve!
CHRIS: Hey, Steve, let us out, man! We're in here!
Oh, man. I just don't believe this.
I'm not going to jail for a fucking accident.
- CHRIS: Come on, Steve! Damn it! - Come on!
Just look, the kid's father showed up. He took the kid away.
Now, I think everything's gonna be okay.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Did you tell him what happened? - I told him it was an accident.
- And? - And he just looked at me.
- What do you mean, he just looked at you? - I don't know.
Don't lie to me!
He looked at me like he wanted to kill me.
Looking for your pa.
- Hey! Bunt! - Sir?
- Fetch your grandpa. - Okay.
Grandpa, Pa wants you. Mr. Harley's outside with the feed.
MR. WALLACE: You go on out and unload the feed. I'll be out directly.
- Here's what I owe you. - Keep it if you can help me.
I'm looking for an old woman.
She lives somewhere in the mountains hereabouts.
Some folkses say as how she's got powers.
I never heared of no such woman.
Mr. Wallace. Please.
I can't tell you what I don't know.
- Bunt. - Sir?
- Get over by the house. - But you told me to do this first.
You do what I told you, boy, and you do it now.
Okay.
- What killed him? - City folks run him over.
- Left him. - I'm sorry about your boy.
You got to tell me. She's the only one that can help him.
- Like I said, I'm sorry. - You got to tell me, God damn it!
She can't help him. All she can do is take you straight to hell.
Now, you go on home. You go home and you bury your boy.
Hold it!
Mr. Harley, I heard you talking to my grandpa.
I know who you're looking for.
- What's your trade? - What?
Her name's Haggis.
She's up on Black Ridge.
Get in back.
No way.
You got to show me. Get in back.
Okay, but I'm only going part way.
That old woman scares the piss out of me.
BUNT: Stop it! Stop the truck! Stop!
This is as far as I go. You keep on straight.
Follow this road till you can't no more.
You come to a cabin, that's her.
(BRIDGE CREAKING)
(DOOR CREAKING)
(HOOTING)
(SQUEAKING)
(DOOR CLOSING)
Who are you?
Ed Harley. I thought...
Afraid raising the dead ain't within my power.
This is...
This is all I got. This is everything.
Nothing I can do for him.
- When I was young... - I said, there's nothing I can do.
- I saw it. - What?
What do you want, Ed Harley?
Say it.
Say it! Say it!
When I was young, folks used to talk about you.
Said as how you knew things.
Said if a man had been wronged, he could come to you
and you'd called upon this thing in that man's name,
and that man, he'd be avenged.
What you're asking
got a powerful price.
They killed my boy.
They run him over and they left him.
Ever hear of Razorback Hollow?
There's an old graveyard
way back deep in them woods.
Mountain folk used to bury kin in there, kin they's ashamed of.
Bring a shovel.
The thing you're looking for is in there.
Bring it back here.
Some things I got to do to it before it'll be any use to you.
- That graveyard... How will I know... - You'll know, Ed Harley.
You'll know.
Leave the boy.
(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(WOLF HOWLING)
(SQUAWKING)
(GASPING) God.
When we get out of here,
Joel's gonna be carrying his balls home in a knapsack.
Remind me never to piss you off, Tracy.
I'll tell them it was my fault,
that it was my bike that hit him.
The worst they're gonna give me is a slap on the wrist.
No.
Look, I'm really starting to worry about Maggie.
Bring it here.
- What is it? - It's what you wanted, Ed Harley.
For each of man's evils, a special demon exists.
You're looking at vengeance,
cruel, devious, pure-as-venom vengeance.
Give me your hand.
(ED EXCLAIMS)
(GASPING)
(SNARLING)
(GROANING)
You can go now, Ed Harley.
Now it begins.
(HORN HONKING)
(BRAKES SQUEALING)
(ENGINE STOPPING)
What'd you do, Daddy?
Well, fuck it. Let's just kidnap Chris and Tracy and go to Mexico.
Guys.
You got to do the right thing, and you got to do it now.
They killed our boy, Lynn, honey. Now they're gonna pay.
Maggie.
Here. Look.
Look, Maggie. Look at it.
You always found your strength from this.
Well, find it now and come back.
I need you.
Steve. Steve.
Yeah.
It's okay. I'm sure the boy's gonna be fine.
I'm sure his father's taking care of everything.
(STEVE SCREAMING)
MAGGIE: Steve! No!
(MAGGIE SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
(STEVE GROANING)
Help! Steve! No!
I'm always fucking up.
My whole life, one big fuck-up.
But it stops now.
- Help me! Help me! - Maggie!
- Maggie, what happened? - It's killing him!
Lock the door.
CHRIS: Steve!
If those scum hurt my brother, I'll rip their fucking hearts out. Steve!
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee...
Maggie, whatever you saw out there, it wasn't the devil.
It was!
- There is no such thing. - There is! I saw it!
Oh, man, be okay, Steve. Be okay. We're gonna find him, man.
They should be okay, right? I mean, they took the gun and everything.
MAGGIE: God is the only thing that can stop what's out there, Kim.
Just in case God doesn't show.
Oh, God, Steve.
CHRIS: Cabin, man! Come on!
Jesus.
- KIM: Joel! - You all right?
- There was something at the window. - What about Steve?
We couldn't find him.
- KIM: What are we gonna do? - I don't know.
We've got to get the hell out of here.
We're not going anywhere without Steve.
- Maggie, we don't know what's out there. - Steve is out there.
She's right. Now, come on. We're gonna find him.
Maggie, wait!
(SCREAMS)
(SCREAMING)
- Here, help me! - Maggie!
Tracy!
- Maggie! Maggie! - God damn it! Tracy! Wait!
(MAGGIE SCREAMING)
(GROWLING)
(MAGGIE SCREAMING)
(MAGGIE GROANING)
(SCREAMING)
- Maggie! Maggie! - Did you see something?
- I saw something. I don't know what... - Just stay close, okay?
(GASPING)
It'll pass, Ed Harley.
- Let it finish. - No, you got to stop it.
It's what you wanted.
No! Not like this! Not like this!
I see it. This is wrong.
Nothing I can do.
It's got to run its course now.
What did you think? It'd be easy,
neat and clean and painless?
- You're a fool. - If you won't help me...
If you don't help me, then I'll do it myself.
I'll do it, I'll do it myself.
You'll fail, Ed Harley. You'll fail and you'll die, too.
Then I'll die. Then I'll die!
And pay the final price all the sooner.
God damn you. God damn you.
He already has, son.
He already has.
Maggie!
(CLATTERING)
(CLATTERING CONTINUES)
(GROANING)
No! No!
I'm the one you want!
(ROARING)
No!
- Oh, my God, Joel. What's wrong? - It's got Kim.
- What's got her? - It's a thing.
- What thing, man? - It's a thing! I don't know! It's a thing!
(SCREAMING)
- Kim! Kim! Kim! - Come on, man. Come on, man.
CHRIS: Tracy, come on!
JOEL: Kim! Kim!
- KIM: Joel! - Oh, my God.
JOEL: Kim!
(KIM CRYING)
- No. - No!
(KIM SCREAMING)
(THUDDING)
No!
Joel, come on. We got to move, man.
Come on!
Help us!
- Hello? - TRACY: Why is this happening?
- I don't know! - JOEL: We got to move. Let's go.
- Help! Somebody help us! - Help!
TRACY: Help us!
Anybody in there, please? There's something after us.
Please!
Where's Steve at?
Please!
Don't be mad.
- I'm cold. - Come on.
CHRIS: Steve's dead.
Come on, man.
Come on.
CHRIS: Tracy.
Shit. It's locked.
CHRIS: Okay, just get back.
Empty your hands, son.
Get away from here.
- Go on. Get. - Look, mister.
We got something chasing us. We just want to use your truck, okay?
- Please. - Get off my land.
Don't make me have to shoot you.
- Please. We just need your help. - I can't help you.
You folks is marked.
Marked? What do you mean, marked?
(ROARING)
(GUN FIRING)
(GROWLING)
(GUN FIRES)
Joel. Joel, no. No, Joel, you don't know if it's dead!
(GUN FIRES)
It's dead.
(SCREAMS)
Joel!
(JOEL SCREAMING)
(GROWLING)
(GROANING)
Come on.
- Come on. - What is it?
I don't know! But whatever it is, it's not gonna get us. Do you hear me?
It's not gonna get us! There must be somebody that can help us!
CHRIS: Come on!
Bunt, get away from that window.
Grandpa, you sure that thing ain't gonna hurt the animals?
It only kills what it was called upon to kill.
Them, and whatever gets in its way.
Our animals will be fine.
You get away from that window, and you get to bed.
CHRIS: Help! Help us!
Get to bed like I told you. Now.
For God's sake, please.
Help us! Come on, man! Let us in.
CHRIS: Damn.
(CRYING)
- Bunt? - (WHISPERING) Go back to sleep, Hessie.
- What you doing? - Nothing.
Okay.
If I tell you, you got to promise not to tell nobody. Not a soul.
- I won't. - Cross your heart.
- Now swear. - I swear.
Spit.
I'm gonna help those folks, Hessie. I got to find out if it's real or just a story.
Grandpa will whip you good if he finds out.
He ain't gonna find out.
Be careful.
Of course I'm gonna be careful.
BUNT: (WHISPERING) Hey.
Shh.
Come on.
- TRACY: It's you. - BUNT: Did you get a look at it?
- What's it look like? Is it big? - Who are you?
- Man, what's going on? - I'm trying to help you, for Christ's sake.
My name's Bunt. I live in this house here.
TRACY: How come nobody answered the door? Didn't they hear us?
They can hear you. They ain't allowed to help.
They ain't allowed to let you in. They can't get involved.
- What do you mean, man? - A man back there said we were marked.
We can't talk about this here. Come on. I know a place that might be safe.
Come on.
I know where we can go. Come on. Come on.
(SQUISHING)
BUNT: Ain't it neat?
About 40 years ago, they tried to start a congregation up around here.
Didn't work out, I guess.
I figure it's a holy place, so it might not like it here.
Come on.
Come on. Watch out.
Bunt. What do you know about that thing that's after us?
It's some kind of demon.
Before tonight I didn't believe it.
I thought it was just something that they made up to scare the little kids.
But when the sun went down, my grandpa fetched the whole family together.
And he told us that some outsider folks had done something real bad.
He wouldn't say what. He just said
that Pumpkinhead was gonna be out after them,
and that we better stay inside till he got them.
- Pumpkinhead? - That's what it's called,
'cause it comes from the old pumpkin patch graveyard.
- Well, do you know why it's after us? - No, ma'am.
But you must have done something bad.
See, according to the legend, if one man does something bad to another man,
it's got to be something real bad, something like killing...
Then that other man can have Pumpkinhead conjured up to take revenge.
The kid at the stand.
What? What?
There was an accident earlier.
One of our friends hit a little boy with a motorcycle.
BUNT: Where?
At the fruit stand a couple of miles down the road.
Gosh almighty. Billy Harley.
You know? You heard about it?
I took his...
I saw his pa, Mr. Harley, this afternoon. I took him somewhere.
- Well, was his son okay? - I can't say for sure.
But if that thing's hunting you, I suppose not.
Oh, my God.
- Your friends, where are they now? - They're dead.
(WIND STARTS BLOWING)
Do you know the spot on Bradley Mountain
- where people park their cars? - Yes.
- Can you take us there? - Uh-huh.
I think it's here now.
(PUMPKINHEAD ROARS)
Go!
Go! Move it!
(GROWLS)
(ROARS)
Wallace! Wallace! Open up!
Wallace, open up! Wallace!
We got to stop it!
We got to stop it, or it's going to kill them all.
Open up or I'll blow the goddamn thing off the hinges.
Lose it, Harley.
You get away from here. Get away from me and my kin.
This way.
CHRIS: Stay here.
- TRACY: No. - Stay here.
(ENGINE STARTING)
Chris!
(CHRIS SCREAMING)
Chris.
Come on. Please.
Come on.
BUNT: Ma'am, you got to get up. Come on. We got to go.
Please. We can't stop it. No one can.
BUNT: Somebody can.
- BUNT: Mr. Harley. - Come with me.
Mr. Harley, it's Pumpkinhead. It's real.
Now.
BUNT: Come on.
Get in.
(ENGINE SPUTTERING)
(ENGINE STARTING)
ED: Get in the house.
Do you wanna live?
You Okay?
Yeah.
Thanks to you.
I'm gonna go outside and talk to Mr. Harley.
I want you to stay here.
Mmm-hmm.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
TRACY: Mr. Harley?
Mr. Harley.
It was an accident.
He's dead.
Nobody saw him until it was too late.
(SIGHS)
Can't you stop this? Can't you call it off?
Nothing can call it off.
But I'm gonna send it back to whatever hell it come from.
You old dog.
(GROWLING)
Mr. Harley?
(WIND BLOWING)
Mr. Harley, are you okay?
(ED GROANING)
(ROARING)
(EXCLAIMS)
Chris.
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(BOTH GROANING)
(GUN FIRES)
Kill me.
(GUN FIRES)