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Oh, my God! | 0:02:40 | 0:02:42 | |
There's an awning on the new store. | 0:02:42 | 0:02:45 | |
There's still soap on all the windows. | 0:02:45 | 0:02:48 | |
So? | 0:02:50 | 0:02:52 | |
So... | 0:02:52 | 0:02:54 | |
..they're hiding something. | 0:02:54 | 0:02:56 | |
I don't think so, Nettie. | 0:02:57 | 0:02:59 | |
I think it's gonna be an antique store, is all. | 0:02:59 | 0:03:03 | |
Well, I'm never goin' over there. | 0:03:04 | 0:03:07 | |
Argh! | 0:03:07 | 0:03:09 | |
Raider, how are ya, buddy? | 0:03:11 | 0:03:14 | |
Good to see ya. | 0:03:14 | 0:03:16 | |
Hi, Nettie. | 0:03:17 | 0:03:20 | |
Is Polly around? | 0:03:19 | 0:03:21 | |
Course she is. It's lunchtime. | 0:03:21 | 0:03:24 | |
Wow! | 0:03:27 | 0:03:29 | |
Hi. | 0:03:32 | 0:03:33 | |
Frank, Father Meehan. | 0:03:35 | 0:03:39 | |
Hi, Alan. | 0:03:37 | 0:03:39 | |
Afternoon. | 0:03:37 | 0:03:39 | |
Smoked turkey on rye? | 0:03:39 | 0:03:41 | |
Not today. | 0:03:40 | 0:03:41 | |
I'll try one of your specials today. | 0:03:41 | 0:03:44 | |
What's that? I'll have it, "delicious... | 0:03:44 | 0:03:47 | |
..salami, provolone, salad, mayo, mustard in a pitta pocket." | 0:03:47 | 0:03:53 | |
I wouldn't. | 0:03:51 | 0:03:53 | |
OK. How about smoked turkey on rye? | 0:03:53 | 0:03:56 | |
Good order. | 0:03:56 | 0:03:58 | |
Smoked turkey, rye. | 0:03:58 | 0:04:01 | |
Nettie's apple pie. | 0:03:59 | 0:04:01 | |
How's your day so far? | 0:04:04 | 0:04:06 | |
Uh, a little crazy, actually. | 0:04:07 | 0:04:09 | |
I got the photos back from the drugstore. | 0:04:09 | 0:04:14 | |
"You won't believe your eyes." | 0:04:12 | 0:04:14 | |
"Needful Things." | 0:04:14 | 0:04:16 | |
"A new kind of store." | 0:04:16 | 0:04:18 | |
You won't believe your eyes. | 0:04:18 | 0:04:20 | |
It says so right there. | 0:04:20 | 0:04:22 | |
Well, then it must be true. | 0:04:22 | 0:04:24 | |
Who's the new owner? | 0:04:25 | 0:04:27 | |
Nobody knows. Not local. | 0:04:27 | 0:04:29 | |
Shouldn't you be in school? | 0:05:01 | 0:05:03 | |
I got a cold. | 0:05:03 | 0:05:05 | |
RINGS | 0:06:04 | 0:06:06 | |
Hello? | 0:06:08 | 0:06:10 | |
Hello? | 0:06:15 | 0:06:17 | |
Is anyone here? | 0:06:53 | 0:06:55 | |
I am here. | 0:06:54 | 0:06:55 | |
Uh... | 0:06:55 | 0:06:57 | |
..the door was unlocked. | 0:06:58 | 0:07:00 | |
Of course it's unlocked. | 0:07:02 | 0:07:05 | |
I'm open. You've been here before. | 0:07:05 | 0:07:08 | |
Uh, no. | 0:07:13 | 0:07:14 | |
Sure you have. Sure. | 0:07:14 | 0:07:16 | |
I never forget a face. | 0:07:16 | 0:07:18 | |
Who are you? | 0:07:19 | 0:07:21 | |
My name is Leland Gaunt. | 0:07:22 | 0:07:24 | |
And you are? | 0:07:25 | 0:07:27 | |
Brian Rusk. | 0:07:27 | 0:07:29 | |
Nice meeting you. | 0:07:29 | 0:07:35 | |
Equally pleased to make your acquaintance, Master Brian. | 0:07:30 | 0:07:35 | |
Now, what would you fancy? | 0:07:35 | 0:07:37 | |
Fancy? | 0:07:37 | 0:07:39 | |
Everything here's for sale. | 0:07:39 | 0:07:41 | |
But not everything for sale is here. | 0:07:41 | 0:07:44 | |
I have a basement. | 0:07:44 | 0:07:46 | |
Are you from overseas somewhere? | 0:07:46 | 0:07:48 | |
I'm from Akron. | 0:07:49 | 0:07:51 | |
Where's that? England? | 0:07:51 | 0:07:53 | |
That's in Ohio. | 0:07:53 | 0:07:55 | |
What do you know? | 0:07:55 | 0:07:57 | |
There's Wilma Jerzyk and her husband, Pete. | 0:07:57 | 0:08:01 | |
What do you suppose they're up to? | 0:08:01 | 0:08:04 | |
Buying feed for their turkey farm? | 0:08:05 | 0:08:08 | |
Grows turkey, huh? | 0:08:08 | 0:08:10 | |
She's a crazy person. | 0:08:11 | 0:08:13 | |
Now, what'll it be? A Walkman? | 0:08:15 | 0:08:18 | |
A mountain bike? | 0:08:18 | 0:08:20 | |
I already got one. | 0:08:20 | 0:08:21 | |
Air Jordans? | 0:08:21 | 0:08:23 | |
I don't know. Sure, yeah, I guess. | 0:08:23 | 0:08:26 | |
Those are just objects, aren't they? | 0:08:26 | 0:08:29 | |
Just things, not important. | 0:08:29 | 0:08:32 | |
Well, suppose you had one wish. | 0:08:32 | 0:08:34 | |
What would you say? | 0:08:34 | 0:08:36 | |
A wish? | 0:08:37 | 0:08:38 | |
A wish. Just one. To make you happy. | 0:08:38 | 0:08:41 | |
To make you happy again. | 0:08:41 | 0:08:43 | |
Where do we start? | 0:08:43 | 0:08:45 | |
What could I possibly have around... | 0:08:45 | 0:08:50 | |
Mickey Mantle? | 0:08:48 | 0:08:50 | |
Little before your time, eh? | 0:08:50 | 0:08:52 | |
I meant the baseball card. | 0:08:52 | 0:08:54 | |
Me and my dad used to collect 'em. | 0:08:54 | 0:08:58 | |
Topps or Fleers? | 0:08:56 | 0:08:58 | |
Topps. We had a collection of 56 baseball cards. | 0:08:58 | 0:09:05 | |
Kaline? Campanella? That calibre? | 0:09:02 | 0:09:05 | |
Every Yankee except Mantle. | 0:09:05 | 0:09:07 | |
I mean, Moose Skowron was over 65 bucks. | 0:09:07 | 0:09:11 | |
Well, well. Moose Skowron is one thing but, woo, Mickey Mantle... | 0:09:11 | 0:09:17 | |
That's gotta run six, seven hundred bucks. | 0:09:17 | 0:09:20 | |
Well, you asked me. | 0:09:20 | 0:09:23 | |
I think I've something that'd make you happy, Brian. Stay here. | 0:09:23 | 0:09:28 | |
Oh my God, look at my butt. | 0:09:33 | 0:09:35 | |
I look awful. | 0:09:37 | 0:09:40 | |
You look fabulous. | 0:09:38 | 0:09:40 | |
Pol? You know how... | 0:09:40 | 0:09:42 | |
..you always say I'm not that serious about us? | 0:09:42 | 0:09:46 | |
This is your camera, I don't look like this. | 0:09:46 | 0:09:49 | |
I'd commit suicide if I did. | 0:09:49 | 0:09:53 | |
Polly, I, uh, uh... | 0:09:51 | 0:09:53 | |
..will you marry me? | 0:09:53 | 0:09:55 | |
Sure, whenever you're serious. | 0:09:55 | 0:09:57 | |
I gotta check Nettie doesn't burn the French fries again. | 0:09:57 | 0:10:03 | |
Polly. | 0:10:01 | 0:10:03 | |
-I -am -serious. | 0:10:04 | 0:10:06 | |
Mickey Mantle. | 0:10:09 | 0:10:10 | |
Oh! | 0:10:10 | 0:10:11 | |
Topps. | 0:10:11 | 0:10:13 | |
1956. Signed. | 0:10:13 | 0:10:15 | |
"To my good friend, Brian." | 0:10:15 | 0:10:18 | |
That's my name. It's impossible. | 0:10:20 | 0:10:23 | |
"Best wishes, Mickey Mantle." | 0:10:20 | 0:10:23 | |
Close your eyes. | 0:10:23 | 0:10:24 | |
Close your eyes! | 0:10:24 | 0:10:26 | |
(STATIC) | 0:10:25 | 0:10:26 | |
How much would you pay for the card? | 0:10:42 | 0:10:45 | |
Mickey Mantle. | 0:10:49 | 0:10:51 | |
Topps. 1956. | 0:10:51 | 0:10:53 | |
Signed, "To my good friend, Brian." | 0:10:53 | 0:10:56 | |
I, uh, no, listen. All I got is... | 0:10:59 | 0:11:01 | |
Shh! | 0:11:01 | 0:11:03 | |
A buyer never says what he has. | 0:11:03 | 0:11:06 | |
If you can't tell a lie, be still. | 0:11:06 | 0:11:09 | |
The first rule of fair trade. | 0:11:09 | 0:11:11 | |
What do you think? | 0:11:14 | 0:11:15 | |
I can't believe it. | 0:11:15 | 0:11:17 | |
It's not that great, I got it off the TV. | 0:11:17 | 0:11:21 | |
Liar. | 0:11:21 | 0:11:23 | |
Put it on? | 0:11:23 | 0:11:25 | |
Does that mean yes? | 0:11:41 | 0:11:43 | |
Mm-mm. | 0:11:55 | 0:11:57 | |
No. | 0:12:00 | 0:12:02 | |
Ninety-five... | 0:12:06 | 0:12:08 | |
..cents. | 0:12:08 | 0:12:10 | |
Ah! Now we're getting somewhere. | 0:12:10 | 0:12:13 | |
Not quite enough, but an intriguing offer nonetheless. | 0:12:15 | 0:12:19 | |
Let's call it... | 0:12:19 | 0:12:21 | |
..half the price, shall we? | 0:12:22 | 0:12:24 | |
Yes. | 0:12:24 | 0:12:25 | |
Half the price is 95 cents. | 0:12:25 | 0:12:28 | |
The price you pay in cash. | 0:12:28 | 0:12:30 | |
The rest, the other half,... | 0:12:31 | 0:12:34 | |
..is in deed. | 0:12:34 | 0:12:36 | |
You understand? | 0:12:36 | 0:12:38 | |
A deed? | 0:12:39 | 0:12:40 | |
A trick. | 0:12:40 | 0:12:41 | |
Well, more a tiny prank. | 0:12:41 | 0:12:43 | |
No big deal. | 0:12:43 | 0:12:45 | |
And no-one will ever suspect you. | 0:12:45 | 0:12:48 | |
I promise. | 0:12:48 | 0:12:50 | |
Remember the lady we saw buying feed across the street? | 0:12:50 | 0:12:54 | |
Yeah, Wilma Jerzyk. | 0:12:54 | 0:12:56 | |
Turkey farmer. | 0:12:56 | 0:12:58 | |
Know where she lives? | 0:12:58 | 0:13:01 | |
Outta the car. | 0:13:56 | 0:13:58 | |
I said, get outta the car. | 0:13:58 | 0:14:00 | |
DISTANT DOOR CLOSES | 0:14:00 | 0:14:02 | |
Now. | 0:14:04 | 0:14:05 | |
Ow! | 0:14:05 | 0:14:07 | |
Is this your name on this ticket, Ridgewick? Or a forgery? | 0:14:07 | 0:14:12 | |
You were parked in the crips' space. | 0:14:12 | 0:14:15 | |
The what?! | 0:14:13 | 0:14:15 | |
You... | 0:14:14 | 0:14:15 | |
THE WHAT?! | 0:14:15 | 0:14:18 | |
The handicapped space, Buster. | 0:14:16 | 0:14:18 | |
WHAT DID YOU SAY? You said BUSTER?! | 0:14:18 | 0:14:21 | |
Touch me again, I'll throw you in the GODDAMN CELL! | 0:14:21 | 0:14:25 | |
DANFORTH! | 0:14:24 | 0:14:25 | |
Danforth Keeton III. | 0:14:25 | 0:14:27 | |
Head Selectman of this pisspot town. | 0:14:27 | 0:14:30 | |
I can get your ass fired in one second flat. | 0:14:30 | 0:14:34 | |
Am I getting through, Norris? | 0:14:34 | 0:14:36 | |
I told him to write the ticket. | 0:14:36 | 0:14:40 | |
In that case, my mistake(!) | 0:14:38 | 0:14:40 | |
Dan, what's got into you today? | 0:14:40 | 0:14:43 | |
I'm just tired of self-important pricks, pusillanimous assholes... | 0:14:43 | 0:14:49 | |
That's enough! | 0:14:48 | 0:14:49 | |
Because I accomplish a lot for this town. | 0:14:49 | 0:14:52 | |
-I -am -this town and I'm sick of persecution. | 0:14:52 | 0:14:56 | |
I am not persecutin' you, Danforth. | 0:14:56 | 0:14:59 | |
He called me Buster! | 0:14:58 | 0:14:59 | |
You know how I feel about that. | 0:14:59 | 0:15:02 | |
Then he'll apologise. | 0:15:00 | 0:15:02 | |
Won't you, Norris? | 0:15:03 | 0:15:05 | |
I don't know that I will. | 0:15:05 | 0:15:08 | |
You will. Now. | 0:15:06 | 0:15:08 | |
I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I called you Buster. | 0:15:11 | 0:15:15 | |
Mama's boy, candy ass. | 0:15:15 | 0:15:17 | |
You bloated, cigar-sucking, used car salesman. | 0:15:17 | 0:15:23 | |
BOATS! Shithead! | 0:15:21 | 0:15:23 | |
I sell quality pre-owned yachts, you miserable fu... | 0:15:23 | 0:15:28 | |
-SHUT UP! Shut up! SHUT -UP! | 0:15:26 | 0:15:28 | |
I moved here to be out of the city. | 0:15:30 | 0:15:33 | |
I'm in a place where people don't crawl up each other's asshole. | 0:15:33 | 0:15:38 | |
My nightmare'd be getting some cat out of a tree. | 0:15:38 | 0:15:42 | |
But EVERYBODY IS INSANE EVERYWHERE! | 0:15:42 | 0:15:45 | |
Fight it out. When you kill each other, whoever's left I put in jail. | 0:15:45 | 0:15:51 | |
I know you can do it. He won't bite. | 0:15:54 | 0:15:57 | |
-CLEARS THROAT -But what...what will I say? | 0:15:58 | 0:16:02 | |
Introduce yourself. "Hi, I'm Nettie" | 0:16:02 | 0:16:05 | |
Then what? | 0:16:05 | 0:16:07 | |
Nettie, just go. You'll be fine. | 0:16:07 | 0:16:10 | |
Come on. | 0:16:12 | 0:16:14 | |
Hi, I'm Nettie. | 0:16:17 | 0:16:19 | |
HORN BEEPS | 0:16:20 | 0:16:21 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:16:21 | 0:16:23 | |
Thank you, Miss Butterfield. | 0:16:27 | 0:16:30 | |
Thank you, Miss Butterfield. | 0:16:30 | 0:16:32 | |
It's only nineteenth century. | 0:16:32 | 0:16:35 | |
Enjoy your purchases. | 0:16:36 | 0:16:38 | |
What's this? | 0:16:42 | 0:16:43 | |
An old wood chisel? | 0:16:43 | 0:16:50 | |
It belonged to a cabinetmaker at Versailles in Louis Seize's day. | 0:16:44 | 0:16:50 | |
Pete? Looks old. | 0:16:53 | 0:16:55 | |
My God, didn't think... | 0:16:59 | 0:17:01 | |
..we had room for another soul. | 0:17:01 | 0:17:06 | |
Hi. My name's Nettie. | 0:17:03 | 0:17:06 | |
DOG CONTINUES BARKING | 0:17:07 | 0:17:09 | |
That stupid dog barks at me again, | 0:17:09 | 0:17:12 | |
I won't complain to Sheriff Pangborn. | 0:17:12 | 0:17:16 | |
I'll skin him alive. | 0:17:16 | 0:17:19 | |
Not here, dear Gott, please! | 0:17:17 | 0:17:19 | |
HE SPEAKS GERMAN | 0:17:19 | 0:17:21 | |
DOG STOPS BARKING | 0:17:21 | 0:17:23 | |
Throw her Baptist ass in the street. | 0:17:23 | 0:17:28 | |
I will not. Dear ladies, can't we all be friends? | 0:17:24 | 0:17:28 | |
Not in this life. | 0:17:28 | 0:17:30 | |
Wilma, please... | 0:17:31 | 0:17:33 | |
I'm sorry. Ladies! | 0:17:33 | 0:17:35 | |
Excuse me,... | 0:17:35 | 0:17:37 | |
Pick it up. Go on. | 0:18:05 | 0:18:07 | |
Don't be afraid, Miss Cobb. | 0:18:07 | 0:18:09 | |
I had one just like it years ago. | 0:18:13 | 0:18:16 | |
Oh. | 0:18:16 | 0:18:18 | |
It got broke. | 0:18:16 | 0:18:18 | |
My husband... | 0:18:18 | 0:18:22 | |
-Your husband? Then it's -Mrs -Cobb. | 0:18:19 | 0:18:22 | |
Uh-huh. Though my George has been passed on some time now. | 0:18:22 | 0:18:27 | |
He died. Untimely. | 0:18:28 | 0:18:30 | |
I'm so sorry to hear that. | 0:18:30 | 0:18:32 | |
No need, it's been seven years since he was... | 0:18:32 | 0:18:38 | |
Murder is awful. | 0:18:36 | 0:18:38 | |
I...I didn't mean to... | 0:18:39 | 0:18:41 | |
No. It wasn't you who took the meat fork and stuck it in his throat. | 0:18:41 | 0:18:47 | |
BELL RINGS | 0:18:47 | 0:18:50 | |
Are you leaving, Mrs Roberts? | 0:18:47 | 0:18:50 | |
I have to think about it. | 0:18:50 | 0:18:52 | |
It is a lot of money. | 0:18:52 | 0:18:54 | |
Think about it. | 0:18:53 | 0:18:54 | |
So will I. | 0:18:54 | 0:18:56 | |
-Oh! -You -baked this?! | 0:19:02 | 0:19:04 | |
Of course. Homemade every day from apples picked down to Mayflower's. | 0:19:07 | 0:19:13 | |
Polly Chalmers, my boss, sent it over. | 0:19:13 | 0:19:16 | |
Go ahead. | 0:19:20 | 0:19:22 | |
Take him. | 0:19:22 | 0:19:24 | |
I'm scared I'll drop it again. | 0:19:26 | 0:19:30 | |
But you won't drop it. | 0:19:28 | 0:19:30 | |
Come, Mrs Cobb. | 0:19:30 | 0:19:32 | |
Please, sit down. | 0:19:34 | 0:19:36 | |
Listen. | 0:19:43 | 0:19:45 | |
Sometimes I think I can hear the tiniest laugh. | 0:19:45 | 0:19:49 | |
I like you, Netitia. | 0:19:53 | 0:19:55 | |
(GIGGLES) Oh. | 0:19:56 | 0:19:58 | |
I won't yell at you like he did. | 0:19:58 | 0:20:00 | |
MORON! | 0:20:03 | 0:20:05 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:20:05 | 0:20:07 | |
HE LAUGHS | 0:20:16 | 0:20:17 | |
He should be yours. | 0:20:24 | 0:20:26 | |
I need to go to work. | 0:20:29 | 0:20:31 | |
I'll see you soon. | 0:20:32 | 0:20:34 | |
I'll drop by for a bite. | 0:20:34 | 0:20:36 | |
Mr Keeton eats there most every day, doesn't he? | 0:20:38 | 0:20:44 | |
Mmm. Yeah. Danforth Keeton. | 0:20:41 | 0:20:44 | |
Everybody calls him Buster behind his back! | 0:20:45 | 0:20:49 | |
Why is that? Pray tell. | 0:20:49 | 0:20:51 | |
I don't know. | 0:20:54 | 0:20:56 | |
Maybe someone should play a trick on Buster. | 0:20:57 | 0:21:00 | |
Teach him to be nice. | 0:21:00 | 0:21:02 | |
My husband played tricks on me. | 0:21:05 | 0:21:10 | |
Maybe it'd be fun to play one on someone else. | 0:21:06 | 0:21:10 | |
No-one would ever know it was you. | 0:21:10 | 0:21:13 | |
I promise. | 0:21:13 | 0:21:14 | |
TURKEYS GOBBLE | 0:21:20 | 0:21:22 | |
Welcome to Needful Things. | 0:22:12 | 0:22:15 | |
Alan Pangborn. | 0:22:17 | 0:22:19 | |
Sheriff around these parts. | 0:22:19 | 0:22:21 | |
Leland Gaunt. | 0:22:21 | 0:22:22 | |
Owner. | 0:22:22 | 0:22:24 | |
So what can I sell you? | 0:22:24 | 0:22:26 | |
Me? | 0:22:26 | 0:22:28 | |
Oh, I got everything I need. | 0:22:28 | 0:22:31 | |
Fair enough. | 0:22:33 | 0:22:35 | |
How about a piece of pie? | 0:22:35 | 0:22:37 | |
Your fiancee, Miss Chalmers, sent it. | 0:22:37 | 0:22:40 | |
My fiancee? | 0:22:41 | 0:22:43 | |
A pretty lady. | 0:22:43 | 0:22:44 | |
Lucky man. I'll be back. | 0:22:44 | 0:22:46 | |
Whoo-hoo! | 0:22:49 | 0:22:51 | |
Oh, goodness. | 0:23:02 | 0:23:05 | |
I wish I had some Cheddar cheese. | 0:23:05 | 0:23:08 | |
But... | 0:23:08 | 0:23:10 | |
..beggars can't be choosers. | 0:23:10 | 0:23:13 | |
We haven't met somewhere before, have we? | 0:23:13 | 0:23:17 | |
Who, you and me? | 0:23:17 | 0:23:19 | |
In a big city. | 0:23:20 | 0:23:22 | |
You look familiar. I... | 0:23:23 | 0:23:25 | |
You look out of place here, actually. | 0:23:26 | 0:23:29 | |
You don't mind my saying, so do you, Leland. | 0:23:30 | 0:23:33 | |
So where you from? | 0:23:37 | 0:23:39 | |
Ohio. Akron... | 0:23:41 | 0:23:44 | |
..to be precise. | 0:23:44 | 0:23:46 | |
Pittsburgh. | 0:23:47 | 0:23:49 | |
I'm from Pittsburgh. | 0:23:49 | 0:23:51 | |
So why did you leave? | 0:23:52 | 0:23:54 | |
Well, I was a cop there and... | 0:23:54 | 0:23:56 | |
..I got tired of all the shit. | 0:23:56 | 0:23:59 | |
One day I lost it. | 0:24:01 | 0:24:03 | |
I hit this guy. | 0:24:04 | 0:24:06 | |
Way too hard. | 0:24:09 | 0:24:11 | |
I reckon he needed some killing. | 0:24:11 | 0:24:13 | |
But it was, uh,... | 0:24:18 | 0:24:20 | |
..it was still wrong. | 0:24:20 | 0:24:22 | |
Of course it was. | 0:24:22 | 0:24:24 | |
So I left. Now I'm here. | 0:24:27 | 0:24:29 | |
So am I. | 0:24:34 | 0:24:36 | |
THUNDER | 0:24:42 | 0:24:44 | |
Reverend. | 0:25:13 | 0:25:15 | |
Sheriff. | 0:25:13 | 0:25:15 | |
Alan, thanks for coming. | 0:25:16 | 0:25:18 | |
Afternoon, Father. | 0:25:18 | 0:25:21 | |
Hi, Sheriff. | 0:25:20 | 0:25:21 | |
I got this in the mail today. | 0:25:21 | 0:25:24 | |
"Listen up, you mackerel snapper." | 0:25:23 | 0:25:27 | |
HE SNICKERS | 0:25:26 | 0:25:29 | |
Excuse me. | 0:25:28 | 0:25:30 | |
"We tried to reason with you, but no use. | 0:25:29 | 0:25:33 | |
"We have put up with your Popish idolatry, even licentious worship... | 0:25:33 | 0:25:39 | |
"..of the Babylon Whore, but now you've gone too far." | 0:25:39 | 0:25:43 | |
I mean, Babylon Whore! | 0:25:43 | 0:25:45 | |
"Stop turning this town into a den of thieves and gamblers.. | 0:25:45 | 0:25:50 | |
"..or you will smell the brimstone. | 0:25:50 | 0:25:53 | |
"The wicked shall be turned into hell. The Concerned Baptist Men... | 0:25:53 | 0:25:59 | |
"..of Castle Rock." | 0:25:59 | 0:26:01 | |
That eejit, Rev Willie Rose. | 0:26:01 | 0:26:03 | |
Maybe you shouldn't call it Casino Night. | 0:26:03 | 0:26:06 | |
Alan,... | 0:26:05 | 0:26:06 | |
..it's a little charity gambling. | 0:26:06 | 0:26:09 | |
Why it upsets the Baptists... | 0:26:09 | 0:26:11 | |
I'll go and talk to Reverend Rose. | 0:26:11 | 0:26:15 | |
When I was younger, people got on fine. | 0:26:12 | 0:26:15 | |
I'll get to the bottom of it. | 0:26:15 | 0:26:18 | |
You do that, Alan. | 0:26:18 | 0:26:20 | |
And when you do, you tell Rose... | 0:26:20 | 0:26:23 | |
..that if he tries to bump us,... | 0:26:23 | 0:26:26 | |
..we mackerel-snappers can bump back. | 0:26:26 | 0:26:29 | |
Pete. | 0:26:30 | 0:26:32 | |
Get me a gobbler from the pen. | 0:26:32 | 0:26:34 | |
I feel like turkey tonight. | 0:26:34 | 0:26:39 | |
You feel like turkey every night. | 0:26:36 | 0:26:39 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:26:49 | 0:26:51 | |
Wilma? | 0:26:52 | 0:26:54 | |
Wilma! | 0:26:56 | 0:26:57 | |
What happened? | 0:26:57 | 0:26:59 | |
Mud. | 0:27:00 | 0:27:01 | |
Mud. | 0:27:01 | 0:27:02 | |
Mud and shit. Goddamn turkey shit. | 0:27:02 | 0:27:05 | |
Why'd someone do that? | 0:27:05 | 0:27:09 | |
Because I told her I'll kill it. | 0:27:06 | 0:27:09 | |
Told who? | 0:27:09 | 0:27:11 | |
PHONE RINGS | 0:27:15 | 0:27:17 | |
The Dot. | 0:27:20 | 0:27:21 | |
Just a sec. For you. | 0:27:21 | 0:27:23 | |
Me? | 0:27:23 | 0:27:25 | |
OK, the square key. | 0:27:25 | 0:27:27 | |
All doors. Don't forget the lights. | 0:27:27 | 0:27:30 | |
You can do it, you'll be OK! | 0:27:30 | 0:27:32 | |
See you tomorrow. | 0:27:32 | 0:27:35 | |
Night. | 0:27:33 | 0:27:35 | |
Hi, this is Nettie. | 0:27:37 | 0:27:39 | |
I know what you done, crazy bitch! | 0:27:39 | 0:27:42 | |
Done what? | 0:27:42 | 0:27:43 | |
I'll get you - you and your mutt! | 0:27:43 | 0:27:46 | |
You don't dare. | 0:27:46 | 0:27:48 | |
Stop bothering me and my Raider! | 0:27:48 | 0:27:51 | |
He's a good doggie. | 0:27:52 | 0:27:55 | |
You won't... | 0:27:53 | 0:27:55 | |
..see me coming. | 0:27:55 | 0:27:57 | |
# "Achy Breaky Heart" - Billy Ray Cyrus | 0:27:59 | 0:28:03 | |
# And if you tell my heart | 0:28:03 | 0:28:04 | |
# My achy breaky heart | 0:28:04 | 0:28:06 | |
# My achy breaky heart... # | 0:28:06 | 0:28:08 | |
RECORD STICKS | 0:28:08 | 0:28:10 | |
Sounds like he's having an epileptic fit. | 0:28:14 | 0:28:17 | |
Yep. | 0:28:18 | 0:28:20 | |
Don't kick the Rockola, Hugh. | 0:28:23 | 0:28:27 | |
HE KICKS IT | 0:28:25 | 0:28:27 | |
Hear me? | 0:28:26 | 0:28:27 | |
JUKEBOX SONG RESTARTS | 0:28:27 | 0:28:31 | |
How ya doin' at the tracks, Dan? | 0:28:28 | 0:28:31 | |
Horses finally running your way? | 0:28:31 | 0:28:36 | |
Every goddamn time, Henry. | 0:28:32 | 0:28:36 | |
JUKEBOX STALLS | 0:28:34 | 0:28:36 | |
I'll kick it wide open if you don't fix it. | 0:28:36 | 0:28:39 | |
All right. That's it. Outta here. | 0:28:41 | 0:28:43 | |
Hey, gimme that back. | 0:28:43 | 0:28:45 | |
Any of you fellas for Castle Hill? | 0:28:45 | 0:28:48 | |
Hugh needs a lift. | 0:28:48 | 0:28:52 | |
A pink slip is what Hugh needs. | 0:28:49 | 0:28:52 | |
City employee being an ass in a public tavern. | 0:28:52 | 0:28:56 | |
Yep. | 0:28:55 | 0:28:56 | |
# ..think he'd understand..# | 0:28:56 | 0:29:01 | |
Nice to have friends. | 0:28:59 | 0:29:01 | |
# And if you tell my heart | 0:29:00 | 0:29:01 | |
# My achy... | 0:29:01 | 0:29:03 | |
# ..tell my heart | 0:29:03 | 0:29:05 | |
# My achy breaky heart | 0:29:05 | 0:29:07 | |
# I just don't think he'd understand # | 0:29:07 | 0:29:10 | |
You know what they do? | 0:29:09 | 0:29:12 | |
They come at night, take the mirrors and put in some one-way glass. | 0:29:11 | 0:29:17 | |
They stick a camera on the other side and they watch you | 0:29:17 | 0:29:22 | |
And they laugh at you. | 0:29:22 | 0:29:24 | |
And they take down every single word you say. | 0:29:24 | 0:29:28 | |
# ...whooh-oooh! # | 0:29:32 | 0:29:36 | |
HE CHUCKLES | 0:30:16 | 0:30:17 | |
You're drenched to your soul. | 0:30:17 | 0:30:21 | |
They threw me out! | 0:30:19 | 0:30:21 | |
I'm sorry. | 0:30:21 | 0:30:23 | |
Let me help you peel this thing off. | 0:30:23 | 0:30:26 | |
You'll catch your death. | 0:30:26 | 0:30:28 | |
A nice jacket in the window. | 0:30:31 | 0:30:33 | |
A classic early '50s beauty. | 0:30:33 | 0:30:35 | |
Warm as toast. Dry as a bone. | 0:30:36 | 0:30:39 | |
It's like the one I used to have in high school before I was a bum. | 0:30:39 | 0:30:44 | |
Uh, when I was a kid. | 0:30:44 | 0:30:46 | |
I bet people in this shit-pit town wouldn't believe you WERE a kid. | 0:30:46 | 0:30:52 | |
I know. It's not fair. I try so hard. | 0:30:52 | 0:30:55 | |
Not hard enough. | 0:30:56 | 0:30:58 | |
So they crushed you, huh? | 0:30:58 | 0:31:01 | |
They buried a wonderful boy deep inside you. | 0:31:00 | 0:31:04 | |
Which boy? | 0:31:04 | 0:31:06 | |
This one. | 0:31:06 | 0:31:08 | |
We'll find him again, Hugh. | 0:31:08 | 0:31:11 | |
We'll resurrect him together. | 0:31:11 | 0:31:13 | |
Because all of a sudden,... | 0:31:13 | 0:31:16 | |
..it's 1955... | 0:31:16 | 0:31:18 | |
..again. | 0:31:18 | 0:31:19 | |
# "Great Balls of Fire" by Jerry Lee Lewis | 0:31:19 | 0:31:23 | |
Was the best hour of the best day of my life. | 0:31:35 | 0:31:39 | |
God, I loved that jacket. | 0:31:41 | 0:31:44 | |
This jacket. This one. | 0:31:43 | 0:31:46 | |
This jacket, Hugh. | 0:31:46 | 0:31:49 | |
You can recover, retrace your steps. | 0:31:48 | 0:31:52 | |
Take charge of your life again. | 0:31:52 | 0:31:54 | |
God, this is still so beautiful. | 0:31:55 | 0:31:58 | |
Say, Hugh,... | 0:31:58 | 0:32:00 | |
..do you happen to know a nice Baptist lady called Nettie Cobb? | 0:32:00 | 0:32:05 | |
Sure. Crazy old rip, killed her husband. | 0:32:05 | 0:32:08 | |
How much do you want for it? | 0:32:10 | 0:32:12 | |
Mr Gaunt? | 0:32:32 | 0:32:35 | |
I am he. | 0:32:33 | 0:32:35 | |
Rev Rose of the First Baptist Church of Castle Rock. | 0:32:35 | 0:32:39 | |
May I welcome you to Castle Rock on the good Lord's behalf? | 0:32:38 | 0:32:45 | |
Why not? | 0:32:43 | 0:32:45 | |
Excellent. | 0:32:45 | 0:32:47 | |
It's my unusual urgency when I ask, "What faith, sir, are you?" | 0:32:47 | 0:32:52 | |
Faith? | 0:32:53 | 0:32:55 | |
Religion. You're not... | 0:32:55 | 0:32:57 | |
..Catholic? | 0:32:58 | 0:32:59 | |
You might say... | 0:32:59 | 0:33:01 | |
..that I am,... | 0:33:01 | 0:33:03 | |
..well, non-denominational. | 0:33:03 | 0:33:06 | |
I knew it. Then you'll have no objection... | 0:33:06 | 0:33:09 | |
..to my placing this in your window. | 0:33:09 | 0:33:12 | |
I couldn't possibly. | 0:33:15 | 0:33:17 | |
You see, uh, I... I,... | 0:33:17 | 0:33:19 | |
..like you, am here to serve everyone. | 0:33:19 | 0:33:23 | |
However,... | 0:33:22 | 0:33:25 | |
..as compensation, I could offer something that interests you. | 0:33:24 | 0:33:30 | |
How about an objet d'art? | 0:33:30 | 0:33:32 | |
What is your preference? | 0:33:34 | 0:33:36 | |
Asian? Roman? | 0:33:37 | 0:33:39 | |
Second Century, I believe. | 0:33:40 | 0:33:42 | |
Wasn't it St Augustine who said,... | 0:33:45 | 0:33:48 | |
.."Make me chaste, oh Lord,... | 0:33:48 | 0:33:50 | |
"..but not, not yet, not yet!" | 0:33:50 | 0:33:53 | |
Father. | 0:34:04 | 0:34:06 | |
Reverend. | 0:34:08 | 0:34:10 | |
# Paper packages tied up with strings | 0:34:30 | 0:34:34 | |
# These are a few of my favourite things # | 0:34:34 | 0:34:37 | |
Oh, yes. I'm so thrilled. | 0:34:41 | 0:34:44 | |
Thank you, Mr Gaunt. | 0:34:44 | 0:34:46 | |
Treasure Island. First edition, actually. | 0:34:47 | 0:34:50 | |
Signed by Robert Louis Stevenson. | 0:34:50 | 0:34:53 | |
It's magnificent. | 0:34:53 | 0:34:56 | |
Take a gander. | 0:34:56 | 0:34:58 | |
If it's too hot here in here, Mr Jewett, just say the word. | 0:34:58 | 0:35:03 | |
I'm afraid I have a tendency to turn up the heat. | 0:35:03 | 0:35:07 | |
Miss Chalmers. What is it?! | 0:35:33 | 0:35:35 | |
Where did you... How long have you been there? | 0:35:35 | 0:35:41 | |
I was just hoping for a coffee. | 0:35:38 | 0:35:41 | |
I didn't realise you were closed. | 0:35:41 | 0:35:45 | |
Coffee. | 0:35:43 | 0:35:45 | |
Sure, no problem. | 0:35:45 | 0:35:46 | |
You're Mr Gaunt. | 0:35:48 | 0:35:52 | |
And you're Polly Chalmers. | 0:35:49 | 0:35:52 | |
I'm sorry, I... | 0:35:54 | 0:35:56 | |
..don't shake hands, I have... | 0:35:56 | 0:35:59 | |
..arthritis. I forgot. | 0:35:57 | 0:35:59 | |
You've been having a devil of a time with it, haven't you? | 0:36:09 | 0:36:13 | |
Yes. | 0:36:13 | 0:36:15 | |
How did you know? | 0:36:15 | 0:36:17 | |
Nettie told me. | 0:36:17 | 0:36:19 | |
Oh, here. | 0:36:20 | 0:36:22 | |
Just a thank you note for that remarkable pie. | 0:36:22 | 0:36:26 | |
Oh, I don't think I ever had a tastier cup of coffee. | 0:36:32 | 0:36:36 | |
You wouldn't have a doughnut? | 0:36:40 | 0:36:42 | |
Something I can dunk, Miss Chalmers? | 0:36:42 | 0:36:46 | |
Oh, please. | 0:36:46 | 0:36:48 | |
We're going to be neighbours. | 0:36:48 | 0:36:50 | |
Why not call me Polly? | 0:36:50 | 0:36:52 | |
Come on. | 0:37:16 | 0:37:18 | |
Oh no. Oh, no! | 0:37:22 | 0:37:25 | |
No, no, no! | 0:37:24 | 0:37:27 | |
Ah, shit! | 0:37:26 | 0:37:29 | |
Whoa! | 0:37:32 | 0:37:33 | |
Dan! It's me. Jeez... | 0:37:33 | 0:37:35 | |
Jesus, Pangborn,... | 0:37:35 | 0:37:37 | |
..sneaking up on me like that! | 0:37:37 | 0:37:39 | |
Put the gun down, Dan. | 0:37:39 | 0:37:41 | |
Jeez, another minute and I'd have been gone. | 0:37:46 | 0:37:50 | |
What can I do for ya? | 0:37:50 | 0:37:55 | |
I had a call from the State Auditors. | 0:37:51 | 0:37:55 | |
Yeah? | 0:37:54 | 0:37:55 | |
Appropriations Committee meeting next week, budgetary stuff. | 0:37:55 | 0:38:00 | |
It's on my calendar. | 0:37:58 | 0:38:00 | |
They want to be there. | 0:38:00 | 0:38:02 | |
They want printouts, shit from City Hall. | 0:38:02 | 0:38:06 | |
You know those bastards. | 0:38:06 | 0:38:08 | |
It's a fishing expedition. | 0:38:08 | 0:38:11 | |
What the hell's goin' on? | 0:38:10 | 0:38:13 | |
HE SIGHS | 0:38:13 | 0:38:15 | |
I've had bad luck at the track lately. So I, uh,... | 0:38:18 | 0:38:22 | |
..borrowed from the town petty cash just to cover the shortfall. | 0:38:22 | 0:38:28 | |
Jesus, Dan. | 0:38:26 | 0:38:28 | |
I was gonna pay it back before next week. | 0:38:28 | 0:38:32 | |
Honest to God. | 0:38:32 | 0:38:34 | |
How much is it? | 0:38:33 | 0:38:34 | |
Twenty grand. | 0:38:36 | 0:38:40 | |
Twenty grand?! Jesus Christ. | 0:38:37 | 0:38:40 | |
I'm gettin' a loan... | 0:38:38 | 0:38:40 | |
..on my dealership, from Boston. | 0:38:40 | 0:38:43 | |
When? | 0:38:43 | 0:38:44 | |
Any day now. | 0:38:44 | 0:38:46 | |
Two, four days. | 0:38:46 | 0:38:47 | |
Next week. | 0:38:47 | 0:38:50 | |
Four days. | 0:38:48 | 0:38:50 | |
Four days. | 0:38:50 | 0:38:52 | |
Done. | 0:38:53 | 0:38:55 | |
< VOICES | 0:39:10 | 0:39:12 | |
< Yeah, I will. | 0:39:14 | 0:39:16 | |
-Believe me, I'll make it worth your while. -Sure(!) Just pay it back! | 0:39:17 | 0:39:23 | |
CONVERSATION CONTINUES | 0:39:23 | 0:39:29 | |
How's my boy? | 0:39:48 | 0:39:50 | |
You have something of mine, Brian. | 0:39:50 | 0:39:53 | |
You've not finished paying for it. | 0:39:53 | 0:39:56 | |
You said I could have it if... | 0:39:54 | 0:39:56 | |
Dealing's not done. | 0:39:55 | 0:39:56 | |
You see? Until Mr Gaunt... | 0:39:56 | 0:39:59 | |
..SAYS the dealing is done. | 0:39:59 | 0:40:01 | |
RACE TRACK ANNOUNCER COMMENTATES | 0:40:31 | 0:40:34 | |
Yeah! | 0:40:44 | 0:40:46 | |
Oh boy! What the hell...! | 0:40:46 | 0:40:49 | |
That was pretty fine. | 0:40:50 | 0:40:52 | |
Fine as paint. | 0:40:52 | 0:40:54 | |
Can I, uh... | 0:40:54 | 0:40:57 | |
Careful, this is no ordinary toy. | 0:40:55 | 0:40:57 | |
What is it? | 0:40:59 | 0:41:00 | |
Well, you see, the man who sold this to me,... | 0:41:00 | 0:41:04 | |
..his father made a fortune from it. | 0:41:05 | 0:41:08 | |
Every morning, he'd take the day's racing form... | 0:41:09 | 0:41:13 | |
..and run its races before they happened, on this board. | 0:41:13 | 0:41:18 | |
He'd give each tin horse a real name from the paper,... | 0:41:18 | 0:41:23 | |
..do it just by touching... | 0:41:23 | 0:41:25 | |
..and whispering the brand new name. | 0:41:25 | 0:41:28 | |
Like Citation? | 0:41:28 | 0:41:30 | |
Seabiscuit. Whirlaway. | 0:41:30 | 0:41:32 | |
Seattle Slew. | 0:41:33 | 0:41:34 | |
Man o'War. Whoever were running that day. | 0:41:34 | 0:41:38 | |
Wind 'er up. Let her go. | 0:41:38 | 0:41:40 | |
Run the whole damn slate that way. | 0:41:40 | 0:41:43 | |
Ahhh... Northern Dancer? | 0:41:43 | 0:41:45 | |
Right. Eight, ten, a dozen races. | 0:41:45 | 0:41:48 | |
Then go to the track,... | 0:41:48 | 0:41:50 | |
..bet on those fillies that won on this astonishing toy. | 0:41:50 | 0:41:54 | |
He'd rake in the cash, Dan. | 0:41:54 | 0:41:57 | |
Rake it in. | 0:41:56 | 0:41:59 | |
Rake in the cash. | 0:41:57 | 0:41:59 | |
Ha! | 0:41:59 | 0:42:01 | |
How much? | 0:42:04 | 0:42:06 | |
Good day to you. | 0:42:14 | 0:42:16 | |
Good morning, Father. | 0:42:16 | 0:42:18 | |
Father. | 0:42:17 | 0:42:18 | |
What'll you have? | 0:42:18 | 0:42:21 | |
Coffee and the usual. | 0:42:19 | 0:42:21 | |
Hey, corncob, what's the button on your boob? | 0:42:24 | 0:42:29 | |
You're crazy. | 0:42:27 | 0:42:29 | |
You leave me alone! | 0:42:31 | 0:42:34 | |
Take it easy, Nettie. | 0:42:34 | 0:42:36 | |
Nettie. | 0:42:36 | 0:42:37 | |
OK, Wilma, what'll it be? | 0:42:44 | 0:42:46 | |
Raider on rye. | 0:42:47 | 0:42:49 | |
A glass o' puppy pus,... | 0:42:49 | 0:42:51 | |
..two doggie eyes. | 0:42:51 | 0:42:53 | |
Order up or get out. | 0:42:53 | 0:42:54 | |
Wilma! > | 0:42:54 | 0:42:56 | |
Oh, shit. | 0:42:57 | 0:42:58 | |
It's OK, it's OK. | 0:42:58 | 0:43:00 | |
I'll go talk to her. | 0:43:00 | 0:43:02 | |
Dreaming. | 0:43:22 | 0:43:24 | |
Junction Salute. | 0:43:24 | 0:43:26 | |
-HE CHUCKLES -She's a hellraiser. | 0:43:26 | 0:43:29 | |
Tangy's Wonder. | 0:43:29 | 0:43:31 | |
Easy Sweet. | 0:43:31 | 0:43:33 | |
That's my... | 0:43:33 | 0:43:35 | |
Yes, OK, little puppies. | 0:43:36 | 0:43:38 | |
Run a good race. | 0:43:38 | 0:43:40 | |
Ready, set,... | 0:43:40 | 0:43:41 | |
-..go! -TRACK COMMENTARY BEGINS | 0:43:41 | 0:43:44 | |
Neck and neck! | 0:43:52 | 0:43:54 | |
Yes! | 0:43:55 | 0:43:56 | |
Won! | 0:43:56 | 0:43:58 | |
We've got... | 0:44:02 | 0:44:04 | |
..Love My Martini,... | 0:44:04 | 0:44:06 | |
..Grand Cadeau,... | 0:44:06 | 0:44:08 | |
..By George,... | 0:44:08 | 0:44:10 | |
..and Confucius Sings, a little Chinese puppy. | 0:44:10 | 0:44:14 | |
OK, let's go. Make money for Daddy! | 0:44:14 | 0:44:17 | |
DANFORTH CHEERS ON HORSES > | 0:44:22 | 0:44:25 | |
Danforth? | 0:44:23 | 0:44:25 | |
Come on, horsey. | 0:44:31 | 0:44:33 | |
Danforth? | 0:44:36 | 0:44:38 | |
Goddammit, I'll be out when I'm out. | 0:44:37 | 0:44:41 | |
What about work? | 0:44:41 | 0:44:43 | |
I AM at work! | 0:44:43 | 0:44:45 | |
Want me to go down to the bakery? | 0:44:46 | 0:44:49 | |
Get some nice doughnuts? | 0:44:49 | 0:44:51 | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! | 0:44:51 | 0:44:53 | |
Doughnuts! Yeah! | 0:44:53 | 0:44:55 | |
Yeah, toilet paper, a nosejob. | 0:44:55 | 0:44:57 | |
Just LEAVE ME ALONE! | 0:44:57 | 0:44:59 | |
You ready now? Run a good race. | 0:45:00 | 0:45:03 | |
They're off! Coming round the corner,... | 0:45:03 | 0:45:06 | |
Whoa! That's a runaway victory. | 0:45:08 | 0:45:11 | |
Yes, come on. Come on! | 0:45:11 | 0:45:13 | |
Yeah! | 0:45:13 | 0:45:14 | |
# "Ave Maria" - Schubert (sung by Nicole Tibbels) | 0:45:30 | 0:45:34 | |
Sit! | 0:45:53 | 0:45:55 | |
Stay. Mommy's gotta go scoot and do something for Mr Gaunt before dark. | 0:45:57 | 0:46:03 | |
But don't you worry. | 0:46:05 | 0:46:07 | |
Mommy's gonna lock all our doors from now on. | 0:46:08 | 0:46:11 | |
Stay. | 0:46:14 | 0:46:16 | |
Come on, girls. | 0:46:49 | 0:46:51 | |
-BASEBALL ANNOUNCER: -The crowd is tense. Brian Rusk pitching. | 0:46:53 | 0:46:58 | |
He's working on a no-hitter, bottom of the ninth inning. | 0:46:58 | 0:47:03 | |
Count of two and two on the batter. | 0:47:03 | 0:47:06 | |
Two men on base. Rusk walked them both and is checking the runners... | 0:47:06 | 0:47:12 | |
..leading off first and second. | 0:47:11 | 0:47:14 | |
The pitch. | 0:47:14 | 0:47:15 | |
Strike three! | 0:47:15 | 0:47:17 | |
Will he make that no-hitter? | 0:47:20 | 0:47:22 | |
Brian Rusk, man alive,... | 0:47:26 | 0:47:28 | |
..is he sharp! Sensational control with a 90 mile-an-hour ball. | 0:47:28 | 0:47:34 | |
Still a chance of a no-hitter. | 0:47:34 | 0:47:37 | |
Rusk has a curve-ball dipping and darting. | 0:47:40 | 0:47:44 | |
His fast ball - they can't touch it. | 0:47:44 | 0:47:46 | |
Rusk is delivering a performance that can take the Yankees... | 0:47:48 | 0:47:53 | |
..to another World Series. | 0:47:53 | 0:47:55 | |
Rusk is ready and he delivers. | 0:47:58 | 0:48:00 | |
And the pitch... | 0:48:00 | 0:48:02 | |
Jesus Christ! | 0:48:08 | 0:48:10 | |
Yes sir-ee,... | 0:48:19 | 0:48:21 | |
..we're having fun now. | 0:48:21 | 0:48:23 | |
Hey, Raider? | 0:48:42 | 0:48:45 | |
Hey, little pal? | 0:48:46 | 0:48:48 | |
Hey, Raider, how ya hangin'? | 0:48:57 | 0:48:59 | |
HE SPEAKS GERMAN | 0:49:01 | 0:49:03 | |
Aw, good fella. | 0:49:03 | 0:49:05 | |
Yeah. | 0:49:05 | 0:49:07 | |
Now, ain't ya got a face just cute as a baby bug? | 0:49:07 | 0:49:11 | |
Yes, you do. | 0:49:11 | 0:49:13 | |
You know what I got? | 0:49:13 | 0:49:15 | |
Huh? I got a beautiful jacket. | 0:49:15 | 0:49:18 | |
Yes, I do. | 0:49:18 | 0:49:20 | |
You know what else? | 0:49:20 | 0:49:22 | |
I'm gonna keep it. | 0:49:23 | 0:49:25 | |
# In the Hall of the Mountain King (Peer Gynt Suite) - Edvard Grieg | 0:49:26 | 0:49:31 | |
They're rounding the bend... | 0:49:40 | 0:49:43 | |
Let's Go Thunder. | 0:50:30 | 0:50:32 | |
Good Luck Lady. | 0:50:32 | 0:50:34 | |
Mr Pee, Lots o' Luck and Rosie Dee. | 0:50:34 | 0:50:37 | |
Yeah! Lucky Boy, Raise the Dead,... | 0:50:36 | 0:50:40 | |
..Frank's the Name, Gimme Shelter. | 0:50:39 | 0:50:42 | |
DRAMATIC CHORAL SINGING, Peer Gynt | 0:50:47 | 0:50:50 | |
God! I'll kill him! | 0:52:13 | 0:52:15 | |
Raider? | 0:52:21 | 0:52:23 | |
Mommy's home. | 0:52:29 | 0:52:31 | |
Hmm? | 0:52:32 | 0:52:34 | |
SHE HOWLS | 0:53:40 | 0:53:42 | |
Raider! | 0:53:42 | 0:53:44 | |
# "Ave Maria" | 0:53:45 | 0:53:47 | |
# "Ave Maria" continues | 0:54:31 | 0:54:35 | |
SHE MOUTHS SILENTLY | 0:54:44 | 0:54:46 | |
That bitch. | 0:54:51 | 0:54:53 | |
You killed my doggie, you bitch. | 0:55:01 | 0:55:03 | |
You broke my microwave, you crazy | 0:55:04 | 0:55:07 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:55:08 | 0:55:09 | |
Wilma? | 0:55:36 | 0:55:38 | |
D'you see the windows? | 0:55:38 | 0:55:41 | |
They're busted. | 0:55:42 | 0:55:44 | |
WILMA SCREAMS | 0:56:32 | 0:56:34 | |
Wilma? | 0:56:39 | 0:56:41 | |
You all right? | 0:56:41 | 0:56:42 | |
Come on, bitch. | 0:56:59 | 0:57:01 | |
Come for me if you're coming. | 0:57:02 | 0:57:04 | |
Wilma! | 0:57:15 | 0:57:17 | |
Nothing quite so invigorating as a crisp fall day in New England. | 0:57:22 | 0:57:26 | |
Mr Gaunt,... | 0:57:26 | 0:57:27 | |
Oh, Leland. | 0:57:27 | 0:57:29 | |
Leland. | 0:57:29 | 0:57:31 | |
Sorry, I can't even think. | 0:57:31 | 0:57:33 | |
Forgive me, Polly. You're in pain. | 0:57:34 | 0:57:37 | |
I'll forego small talk. | 0:57:37 | 0:57:39 | |
I'll give you the item I called you about and send you home. | 0:57:39 | 0:57:43 | |
Give it to me? | 0:57:43 | 0:57:45 | |
More or less. | 0:57:44 | 0:57:45 | |
But let's leave that till later. | 0:57:45 | 0:57:48 | |
Ah. When it rains, it pours. | 0:57:51 | 0:57:53 | |
(They're after me.) | 0:58:01 | 0:58:05 | |
Go upstairs, Mr Keeton, to my apartment. | 0:58:02 | 0:58:05 | |
Make some tea. Up in a minute. | 0:58:05 | 0:58:07 | |
(I don't have a minute.) | 0:58:07 | 0:58:11 | |
Go upstairs. | 0:58:09 | 0:58:11 | |
SIRENS WAIL | 0:58:20 | 0:58:22 | |
You know, it's funny. | 0:58:32 | 0:58:34 | |
They were feeling much better, then... | 0:58:34 | 0:58:37 | |
..just before you called, they started swelling up... | 0:58:37 | 0:58:43 | |
Polly,... | 0:58:41 | 0:58:43 | |
..I know a great deal... | 0:58:43 | 0:58:45 | |
..about the past. | 0:58:45 | 0:58:47 | |
And this is very, very old. | 0:58:47 | 0:58:50 | |
Egyptian. | 0:58:50 | 0:58:52 | |
Not as old as the Pyramids, but... | 0:58:53 | 0:58:58 | |
Do you have some water? | 0:58:56 | 0:58:58 | |
I need to take my pills. | 0:58:58 | 0:59:01 | |
Not any longer. | 0:58:59 | 0:59:01 | |
You see, this is called... | 0:59:01 | 0:59:03 | |
..an azka. | 0:59:03 | 0:59:05 | |
It is a tool of benkalitis, white magic. | 0:59:05 | 0:59:08 | |
They say it wards off pain. | 0:59:09 | 0:59:11 | |
Please, my pills. Really, I'm not superstitious. | 0:59:11 | 0:59:16 | |
Doesn't matter, Polly. This is. | 0:59:16 | 0:59:19 | |
Oh! | 0:59:20 | 0:59:22 | |
I'm sorry. Must be the storm. | 0:59:22 | 0:59:24 | |
Oh. | 0:59:24 | 0:59:26 | |
What storm? | 0:59:28 | 0:59:29 | |
Oh, I assure you,... | 0:59:29 | 0:59:31 | |
..there is one coming. | 0:59:31 | 0:59:33 | |
Now,... | 0:59:37 | 0:59:39 | |
..put it inside your sweater. | 0:59:42 | 0:59:45 | |
Wear it right next to your skin. | 0:59:45 | 0:59:47 | |
My hands. I can't unbutton my sweater. | 0:59:50 | 0:59:54 | |
SHE SIGHS | 1:00:17 | 1:00:19 | |
You must never take it off, Polly. | 1:00:25 | 1:00:28 | |
Not ever. | 1:00:28 | 1:00:30 | |
-< REPORTER: -A heinous double murder, revenge gone awry. | 1:00:35 | 1:00:40 | |
Oops! | 1:01:03 | 1:01:05 | |
Don't tell me they were in your house? | 1:01:11 | 1:01:15 | |
They sent Ridgewick? | 1:01:15 | 1:01:18 | |
Yes! Yeah. How did you know? | 1:01:16 | 1:01:18 | |
They're so predictable. | 1:01:20 | 1:01:22 | |
(I need your advice. I think I should kill Ridgewick.) | 1:01:27 | 1:01:34 | |
It'd make things too easy for them. | 1:01:31 | 1:01:34 | |
They'd come get you,... | 1:01:33 | 1:01:36 | |
..hunt you down like an animal. Cop killer. | 1:01:35 | 1:01:39 | |
No. They'd have a party. | 1:01:39 | 1:01:41 | |
They'd get liquored up in Pangborn's office and go urinate on your grave. | 1:01:42 | 1:01:48 | |
Jeez,... | 1:01:48 | 1:01:50 | |
..I hate this place. | 1:01:50 | 1:01:52 | |
I hate these people. | 1:01:52 | 1:01:56 | |
They're all part of it, you know it. | 1:01:53 | 1:01:56 | |
All your weasely Selectmen, your so-called friends. | 1:01:56 | 1:02:00 | |
And Sheriff Pangborn, the big-shot ringleader. | 1:02:00 | 1:02:04 | |
He came in from outside, Dan,... | 1:02:04 | 1:02:07 | |
..to take over your town. | 1:02:07 | 1:02:09 | |
Oh boy, would he love it if you blew away one of his little... | 1:02:09 | 1:02:14 | |
..drones. PISTOL CLICKS | 1:02:13 | 1:02:16 | |
HE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY | 1:02:18 | 1:02:20 | |
What do I do? | 1:02:24 | 1:02:25 | |
Oh, nothing. | 1:02:25 | 1:02:27 | |
Well, I'll keep this gun awhile. | 1:02:27 | 1:02:29 | |
Save you from yourself. | 1:02:29 | 1:02:31 | |
You just go... | 1:02:32 | 1:02:34 | |
..to the races tonight, Dan. | 1:02:34 | 1:02:36 | |
Win yourself a bundle. | 1:02:36 | 1:02:38 | |
Sow confusion and uncertainty... | 1:02:39 | 1:02:42 | |
..amidst the enemy. | 1:02:42 | 1:02:44 | |
Confusion and uncertainty. | 1:02:47 | 1:02:49 | |
That's my boy. | 1:02:51 | 1:02:53 | |
In the meantime,... | 1:02:53 | 1:02:55 | |
..I'm laying my own plans. | 1:02:55 | 1:02:57 | |
When the Great Moment comes... | 1:02:58 | 1:03:01 | |
For everything you do,... | 1:03:01 | 1:03:03 | |
..Danforth,... | 1:03:03 | 1:03:05 | |
..this one is for you. | 1:03:05 | 1:03:07 | |
Almighty God,... | 1:03:12 | 1:03:14 | |
..hear our prayers for Wilma,... | 1:03:14 | 1:03:17 | |
..whom You've taken from this life. | 1:03:17 | 1:03:20 | |
Grant her light, happiness... | 1:03:20 | 1:03:23 | |
..and peace. | 1:03:23 | 1:03:26 | |
Let her pass in safety through the gates of death... | 1:03:26 | 1:03:30 | |
..and dwell with all your saints... | 1:03:32 | 1:03:35 | |
..in the blessed light that... | 1:03:35 | 1:03:39 | |
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall... | 1:03:36 | 1:03:39 | |
..you promised to Abraham. | 1:03:37 | 1:03:39 | |
..not want. He maketh me to lie... | 1:03:39 | 1:03:43 | |
Guard her from all harm. | 1:03:40 | 1:03:43 | |
..in green pastures. | 1:03:41 | 1:03:43 | |
On that great day of resurrection,.. | 1:03:43 | 1:03:47 | |
He restoreth my soul... | 1:03:45 | 1:03:47 | |
..raise her up with all your saints. | 1:03:47 | 1:03:52 | |
He leadeth me in the paths... | 1:03:48 | 1:03:52 | |
Forgive her sins. let her dwell... | 1:03:49 | 1:03:52 | |
Yea, though I walk through the valley of death, I fear no evil... | 1:03:52 | 1:03:59 | |
< I must talk to the Sheriff. | 1:03:56 | 1:03:59 | |
Not now, son, Sheriff's busy. | 1:03:59 | 1:04:03 | |
Brian, did you see this happen? | 1:04:00 | 1:04:03 | |
No. | 1:04:06 | 1:04:08 | |
Well, you any idea who threw these apples? | 1:04:08 | 1:04:13 | |
No! | 1:04:15 | 1:04:16 | |
So maybe you'd better go home. | 1:04:16 | 1:04:19 | |
Easy! Whoa, easy, Brian! | 1:04:24 | 1:04:26 | |
Why? If you had to guess? | 1:04:32 | 1:04:36 | |
You're asking the wrong guy. | 1:04:33 | 1:04:36 | |
I don't understand anyone anymore. | 1:04:36 | 1:04:39 | |
You want the knife or the cleaver? | 1:04:42 | 1:04:45 | |
I can't believe someone didn't hear or see something. | 1:04:58 | 1:05:02 | |
Norris. | 1:05:01 | 1:05:02 | |
Nice of you to drop by, Deputy. | 1:05:02 | 1:05:06 | |
Went by Nettie's this morning. | 1:05:03 | 1:05:06 | |
Found this in the back alley. | 1:05:06 | 1:05:08 | |
Yep, I bet Wilma could have done the dog with that knife all right. | 1:05:11 | 1:05:16 | |
Nice work. Run it for prints. | 1:05:16 | 1:05:19 | |
Bet ten to one they're not Wilma's. | 1:05:19 | 1:05:22 | |
Why not? I mean, it figures if Nettie... | 1:05:22 | 1:05:25 | |
..threw the apples, Wilma killed the dog. | 1:05:25 | 1:05:29 | |
Nettie didn't throw them. | 1:05:27 | 1:05:29 | |
You'd go to someone's house to kill them, but break their windows first? | 1:05:29 | 1:05:37 | |
But if Nettie didn't, who did? | 1:05:34 | 1:05:37 | |
Maybe the same person who killed the dog. | 1:05:37 | 1:05:40 | |
Where you going? | 1:05:39 | 1:05:40 | |
To pay Brian Rusk a visit. | 1:05:40 | 1:05:42 | |
You guys canvas the neighbourhood. | 1:05:42 | 1:05:45 | |
PHONE RINGS | 1:05:45 | 1:05:47 | |
Sheila, it's the most disgusting murder I've seen in my six years. | 1:05:48 | 1:05:54 | |
I don't wanna hear. Hello? | 1:05:54 | 1:05:56 | |
Sorry, Father, he's not here. | 1:05:56 | 1:06:00 | |
Sheila. Sheila. | 1:05:58 | 1:06:00 | |
I'll tell him. Thank you. | 1:06:00 | 1:06:02 | |
This for me? | 1:06:00 | 1:06:02 | |
I have no idea what that is. | 1:06:02 | 1:06:05 | |
Looks like a present, Norris. | 1:06:05 | 1:06:08 | |
Hello, Sheriff's Department. | 1:06:05 | 1:06:08 | |
RAT TRAP SNAPS | 1:06:08 | 1:06:08 | |
SHIT! OW! | 1:06:08 | 1:06:10 | |
Goddammit! Get it off! | 1:06:09 | 1:06:11 | |
Get it off! Get it off! | 1:06:11 | 1:06:15 | |
Hold still, Norris. Hold still. | 1:06:12 | 1:06:15 | |
Get it... | 1:06:15 | 1:06:16 | |
Shit! Shit! | 1:06:16 | 1:06:17 | |
There's a note with it. | 1:06:17 | 1:06:22 | |
Let me see that. | 1:06:18 | 1:06:22 | |
"Crips' space is all yours now." | 1:06:20 | 1:06:22 | |
Buster, that son of a bitch! | 1:06:24 | 1:06:26 | |
Damn! | 1:06:26 | 1:06:30 | |
Shoulda read the card first. | 1:06:27 | 1:06:30 | |
Brian? You around? | 1:06:33 | 1:06:35 | |
Brian, I... | 1:06:57 | 1:06:59 | |
You tried to tell me something back there. | 1:06:59 | 1:07:02 | |
At the Jerzyk farm. | 1:07:02 | 1:07:04 | |
What was it? | 1:07:05 | 1:07:07 | |
Nothing, anymore. | 1:07:07 | 1:07:09 | |
Well, what's bothering you, son? | 1:07:11 | 1:07:14 | |
You don't have to be afraid. | 1:07:14 | 1:07:16 | |
I'm not afraid! | 1:07:16 | 1:07:18 | |
Between you and me, bullshit. | 1:07:18 | 1:07:21 | |
Look, he's a monster. | 1:07:25 | 1:07:27 | |
A what? | 1:07:27 | 1:07:28 | |
Who? | 1:07:28 | 1:07:29 | |
I dreamt about him last night. | 1:07:29 | 1:07:32 | |
Only he's real. | 1:07:32 | 1:07:33 | |
Sometimes if you talk about it the scary stuff goes. | 1:07:33 | 1:07:39 | |
No. No, not monsters. | 1:07:35 | 1:07:39 | |
Even monsters, Brian. | 1:07:39 | 1:07:41 | |
Whoa! | 1:07:45 | 1:07:47 | |
Don't come any closer. | 1:07:49 | 1:07:51 | |
You'll get the stuff on ya. | 1:07:52 | 1:07:54 | |
OK, Brian, take it easy. | 1:07:57 | 1:07:59 | |
Take it easy now. | 1:07:59 | 1:08:01 | |
Tell me what it is and we can make it go away. | 1:08:05 | 1:08:08 | |
No. It's too late. | 1:08:08 | 1:08:10 | |
I gotta go. | 1:08:10 | 1:08:12 | |
I gotta go to hell! | 1:08:12 | 1:08:14 | |
What d'ya mean? | 1:08:15 | 1:08:17 | |
Don't go in that store. | 1:08:19 | 1:08:21 | |
Don't go near it! | 1:08:21 | 1:08:22 | |
OK, I promise. | 1:08:22 | 1:08:24 | |
I promise I won't. What store? Needful Things? | 1:08:24 | 1:08:28 | |
A poison place. | 1:08:28 | 1:08:30 | |
And he's a poison man. | 1:08:32 | 1:08:34 | |
Who's a poison man? | 1:08:34 | 1:08:36 | |
Mr Gaunt. | 1:08:37 | 1:08:39 | |
Only he's not a man. | 1:08:40 | 1:08:42 | |
Mickey Mantle! | 1:08:52 | 1:08:54 | |
1956. | 1:08:54 | 1:08:56 | |
Signed to you and everything, eh? | 1:08:57 | 1:09:00 | |
It's yours, huh? | 1:08:59 | 1:09:02 | |
You sure don't want to lose this. | 1:09:03 | 1:09:05 | |
Mantle sucks! | 1:09:04 | 1:09:05 | |
THUNDERCLAP | 1:09:10 | 1:09:12 | |
# "Wild Man" - Rick Giles | 1:09:16 | 1:09:18 | |
# Runnin' down the road | 1:09:24 | 1:09:26 | |
# Same ol', same 'ol | 1:09:27 | 1:09:29 | |
# Oh, I don't know | 1:09:30 | 1:09:32 | |
# I think I can drive this thing # | 1:09:32 | 1:09:35 | |
AIR HISSES OUT | 1:09:37 | 1:09:39 | |
# I'm steady as a wall | 1:09:39 | 1:09:41 | |
# But underneath it all | 1:09:43 | 1:09:45 | |
# I'm gonna throw the roof off | 1:09:45 | 1:09:48 | |
# One of these nights | 1:09:49 | 1:09:51 | |
# One of these n... | 1:09:51 | 1:09:52 | |
# One of these... # | 1:09:52 | 1:09:54 | |
You asshole. > | 1:09:54 | 1:09:56 | |
That's it for you. Outta here! | 1:09:56 | 1:09:59 | |
Watch the jacket, Henry. | 1:09:59 | 1:10:01 | |
Miserable little shit! | 1:10:01 | 1:10:03 | |
I'll fire his butt Monday. | 1:10:05 | 1:10:07 | |
Everyone who's got it coming is gonna get it now. | 1:10:07 | 1:10:11 | |
HE CHUCKLES | 1:10:11 | 1:10:13 | |
Get outta here! | 1:10:13 | 1:10:15 | |
HE GRUNTS | 1:10:16 | 1:10:18 | |
THUNDERCLAP | 1:10:22 | 1:10:25 | |
You bastard! | 1:10:26 | 1:10:28 | |
Alan, what's wrong? | 1:10:53 | 1:10:55 | |
Brian Rusk tried to kill himself. | 1:10:55 | 1:10:58 | |
(Oh God!) | 1:10:58 | 1:11:00 | |
He's alive. But I was there. | 1:11:01 | 1:11:03 | |
I could've stopped him. | 1:11:03 | 1:11:05 | |
11 year-old kid tries to eat a bullet. | 1:11:08 | 1:11:11 | |
Why? | 1:11:13 | 1:11:14 | |
I don't know. | 1:11:14 | 1:11:16 | |
Polly, when... | 1:11:20 | 1:11:22 | |
Did Nettie ever say anything to you about Gaunt? | 1:11:22 | 1:11:26 | |
Anything strange? | 1:11:26 | 1:11:28 | |
What do you mean? | 1:11:31 | 1:11:33 | |
You got any aspirin? | 1:11:35 | 1:11:37 | |
Henry Beaufort! | 1:11:39 | 1:11:41 | |
The bastard runs the Mellow Tiger. | 1:11:41 | 1:11:44 | |
He cut my tyres, threw me in the rain in my lovely jacket. | 1:11:44 | 1:11:49 | |
Maybe then, you should go... | 1:11:47 | 1:11:49 | |
..take care of him. | 1:11:49 | 1:11:51 | |
Once and for all, Hugh. | 1:11:51 | 1:11:53 | |
Once and for all. | 1:11:56 | 1:11:59 | |
Yeah. | 1:11:57 | 1:11:59 | |
Don't be afraid of it, Hugh. | 1:12:01 | 1:12:03 | |
Guns don't kill people. | 1:12:03 | 1:12:05 | |
People kill people. | 1:12:05 | 1:12:07 | |
Hugh, I've been in this business a long time. | 1:12:08 | 1:12:12 | |
When I started out I was just a poor, wandering peddler... | 1:12:11 | 1:12:16 | |
..on the blind face of a distant land. | 1:12:16 | 1:12:19 | |
Always moving, always gone. | 1:12:19 | 1:12:22 | |
Asia, Anatolia. | 1:12:23 | 1:12:25 | |
Palestine. | 1:12:25 | 1:12:27 | |
Macedonia. | 1:12:27 | 1:12:29 | |
Year... | 1:12:29 | 1:12:30 | |
..after year, after year. | 1:12:30 | 1:12:32 | |
Finally,... | 1:12:32 | 1:12:33 | |
..I always... | 1:12:33 | 1:12:35 | |
..offered weapons. | 1:12:35 | 1:12:37 | |
And... | 1:12:37 | 1:12:38 | |
..they always bought. | 1:12:38 | 1:12:40 | |
Of course, I was gone before they realised what I'd purchased. | 1:12:43 | 1:12:49 | |
Oh, Jesus. | 1:12:49 | 1:12:51 | |
The young carpenter from Nazareth? | 1:12:52 | 1:12:55 | |
I knew him well. A promising... | 1:12:55 | 1:12:58 | |
..young man. | 1:12:58 | 1:13:00 | |
He died badly. | 1:13:01 | 1:13:03 | |
What is this? | 1:13:09 | 1:13:11 | |
Gaunt gave this to you. | 1:13:11 | 1:13:13 | |
Well, he didn't GIVE it to me. | 1:13:13 | 1:13:17 | |
And it made the pain go away. | 1:13:14 | 1:13:17 | |
Didn't it? | 1:13:17 | 1:13:18 | |
Take it off. | 1:13:18 | 1:13:19 | |
It's a disease that seems a cure. | 1:13:19 | 1:13:23 | |
Are you crazy? | 1:13:21 | 1:13:23 | |
I wanna see what's inside this goddamn thing. | 1:13:23 | 1:13:26 | |
Stop, Alan. | 1:13:25 | 1:13:26 | |
No! | 1:13:26 | 1:13:28 | |
Jesus. | 1:13:31 | 1:13:33 | |
What's the matter with you? | 1:13:33 | 1:13:35 | |
Don't you want me to feel better? | 1:13:35 | 1:13:41 | |
Take it easy, will ya? | 1:13:36 | 1:13:41 | |
You take it easy. They're my hands. | 1:13:38 | 1:13:41 | |
You're not the one who can't sleep. | 1:13:41 | 1:13:44 | |
You're not the one with the... | 1:13:44 | 1:13:46 | |
..oversized buttons on the phone. | 1:13:46 | 1:13:52 | |
The oversized Percodan prescription. | 1:13:48 | 1:13:52 | |
PHONE RINGS | 1:13:50 | 1:13:52 | |
Hello. | 1:13:58 | 1:14:00 | |
Yes, he is, right here. | 1:14:00 | 1:14:02 | |
Whoever he is. | 1:14:03 | 1:14:05 | |
Yeah. | 1:14:06 | 1:14:08 | |
OK, OK. | 1:14:10 | 1:14:11 | |
That's what I thought. | 1:14:11 | 1:14:13 | |
Thanks, Norris. | 1:14:13 | 1:14:15 | |
Gaunt never ran a business in Akron. | 1:14:16 | 1:14:18 | |
You checked on him?! | 1:14:18 | 1:14:21 | |
He's a con man, or something worse. | 1:14:21 | 1:14:24 | |
Two murders, an attempted suicide in this quiet town in 48 hours. | 1:14:24 | 1:14:29 | |
Wilma Jerzyk killed Nettie. | 1:14:29 | 1:14:32 | |
Brian shot HIMSELF. You were there. | 1:14:32 | 1:14:35 | |
Where you going? | 1:14:35 | 1:14:37 | |
It's pouring. | 1:14:37 | 1:14:39 | |
Good. He'll be home. | 1:14:39 | 1:14:41 | |
SHE CRIES OUT | 1:16:06 | 1:16:08 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 1:16:24 | 1:16:26 | |
INDISTINCT WHISPERING VOICES | 1:16:38 | 1:16:41 | |
Put it on. | 1:17:30 | 1:17:31 | |
Put it back on, Polly. | 1:17:34 | 1:17:36 | |
The pain will go. | 1:17:36 | 1:17:38 | |
I promise. | 1:17:40 | 1:17:42 | |
What's inside it? | 1:17:42 | 1:17:45 | |
I have to know. | 1:17:45 | 1:17:46 | |
I'm terribly sorry. I can't tell you. | 1:17:46 | 1:17:49 | |
It would spoil the fun. | 1:17:49 | 1:17:51 | |
Wouldn't it? | 1:17:52 | 1:17:54 | |
Twenty dollars. | 1:18:10 | 1:18:12 | |
Does that seem a fair price to ease the pain? | 1:18:14 | 1:18:17 | |
My purse. | 1:18:23 | 1:18:24 | |
Twenty dollars. | 1:18:29 | 1:18:31 | |
And a small favour. | 1:18:32 | 1:18:34 | |
What sort of favour? | 1:18:37 | 1:18:39 | |
VOICES WHISPER | 1:18:41 | 1:18:43 | |
He's a liar. | 1:19:21 | 1:19:22 | |
No, he's not. | 1:19:22 | 1:19:24 | |
And a thief. | 1:19:24 | 1:19:26 | |
Alan and old Buster Keeton have embezzled from the town treasury. | 1:19:28 | 1:19:33 | |
And the taxman is closing in. | 1:19:33 | 1:19:36 | |
Check his boat... | 1:19:35 | 1:19:38 | |
..if you don't believe me. | 1:19:37 | 1:19:40 | |
All he's going to do... | 1:19:40 | 1:19:42 | |
..is cause you pain. | 1:19:42 | 1:19:44 | |
Do as I say and you'll never feel pain again, Polly. | 1:19:48 | 1:19:53 | |
When everything else is gone,... | 1:19:55 | 1:19:58 | |
..isn't a young woman at least entitled to her pride? | 1:19:58 | 1:20:03 | |
The coin without which your purse is empty. | 1:20:02 | 1:20:06 | |
Oh, please! | 1:20:08 | 1:20:10 | |
Please! | 1:20:10 | 1:20:12 | |
I've always enjoyed ladies who take pride in themselves. | 1:20:14 | 1:20:19 | |
SHE MOANS | 1:20:29 | 1:20:31 | |
Polly, what a deep pleasure it is doing business with you. | 1:20:34 | 1:20:39 | |
WHISPERING VOICES | 1:20:41 | 1:20:43 | |
Alan! | 1:21:57 | 1:21:59 | |
Oh, Alan! | 1:22:16 | 1:22:19 | |
Wake up! | 1:22:31 | 1:22:32 | |
Jesus Christ! | 1:22:32 | 1:22:34 | |
He was there. Every time, he was there. | 1:22:33 | 1:22:37 | |
What? Who? | 1:22:37 | 1:22:39 | |
Look at this. England. Ohio. | 1:22:40 | 1:22:42 | |
Honolulu. Chicago. Sacramento. | 1:22:42 | 1:22:45 | |
Cuba. Castle Rock. | 1:22:44 | 1:22:47 | |
Who? Who was where?! | 1:22:49 | 1:22:51 | |
Gaunt. Mr Leland Gaunt. | 1:22:51 | 1:22:53 | |
Every goddamn time. | 1:22:53 | 1:22:55 | |
Oh, come on, Alan. | 1:22:55 | 1:22:57 | |
1894?! | 1:22:57 | 1:23:00 | |
PHONE RINGS | 1:22:58 | 1:23:00 | |
Sheriff's Department. | 1:23:01 | 1:23:05 | |
'It's Polly, Alan.' | 1:23:01 | 1:23:05 | |
I just tried calling you. | 1:23:03 | 1:23:05 | |
'I'm on your boat. How could you?' | 1:23:05 | 1:23:08 | |
How could I what? | 1:23:07 | 1:23:08 | |
I wanna find him. Call Andy, John... | 1:23:08 | 1:23:11 | |
..APB. And State. And APB's on Dan and Hugh. | 1:23:11 | 1:23:15 | |
Sorry, what? | 1:23:15 | 1:23:16 | |
I found the money, Alan. | 1:23:16 | 1:23:20 | |
'Hold on, what money?' | 1:23:17 | 1:23:20 | |
That you and Keeton took from the treasury. | 1:23:20 | 1:23:23 | |
Wait, wait, wait. | 1:23:23 | 1:23:25 | |
What are you talking about? | 1:23:25 | 1:23:30 | |
'I can put two and two together. | 1:23:27 | 1:23:30 | |
'I'm not stupid. I heard you cover for him on the phone with a taxman. | 1:23:30 | 1:23:35 | |
'I'm standing here, looking at thousands of dollars on your desk.' | 1:23:35 | 1:23:42 | |
Who planted this in your head? | 1:23:40 | 1:23:42 | |
Gaunt? Polly, listen. | 1:23:42 | 1:23:44 | |
If I'd stolen money,... | 1:23:44 | 1:23:46 | |
..would I leave it lying on my desk? | 1:23:46 | 1:23:49 | |
The guy... | 1:23:50 | 1:23:52 | |
..is evil. | 1:23:52 | 1:23:54 | |
Don't go near him. He's Brian's monster. | 1:23:54 | 1:23:57 | |
Somehow, I... There... | 1:23:57 | 1:23:59 | |
..there are newspapers, Pol. | 1:23:59 | 1:24:02 | |
He's not a human being. | 1:24:02 | 1:24:04 | |
Andy. Andy, this is Norris. Listen. | 1:24:04 | 1:24:07 | |
Get over here right now. | 1:24:07 | 1:24:11 | |
You're calling him Leland?! | 1:24:07 | 1:24:11 | |
Don't ask why, just do it! | 1:24:09 | 1:24:11 | |
Polly, listen. Stay where you are. | 1:24:12 | 1:24:14 | |
Stay there, will ya? | 1:24:14 | 1:24:16 | |
I'm coming right over. | 1:24:16 | 1:24:18 | |
Alan, what do you mean, monster?! | 1:24:19 | 1:24:21 | |
The guy looks like my uncle! | 1:24:21 | 1:24:24 | |
CRASH | 1:24:24 | 1:24:26 | |
My car! | 1:24:27 | 1:24:29 | |
TYRES SCREECH | 1:24:29 | 1:24:30 | |
You son of a bitch! | 1:24:32 | 1:24:34 | |
Whoa! | 1:24:34 | 1:24:35 | |
I'll get you! | 1:24:39 | 1:24:41 | |
I'll get all of ya! | 1:24:41 | 1:24:43 | |
Get this,... | 1:24:43 | 1:24:44 | |
..you fat... | 1:24:44 | 1:24:46 | |
Shit! Argh! | 1:24:48 | 1:24:50 | |
Goddamn. | 1:24:50 | 1:24:51 | |
Look! You thought I wouldn't know?! | 1:25:02 | 1:25:05 | |
With your name on every goddamm ticket? | 1:25:05 | 1:25:08 | |
Making fun of me! | 1:25:08 | 1:25:10 | |
Goddamn son of a bitch! | 1:25:10 | 1:25:12 | |
You! The little prick works for you. | 1:25:15 | 1:25:18 | |
Son of a bitch. | 1:25:24 | 1:25:26 | |
You gave that kid your gun! | 1:25:26 | 1:25:28 | |
What the hell for? | 1:25:28 | 1:25:30 | |
Norris, you still alive? | 1:25:30 | 1:25:32 | |
Huh? | 1:25:32 | 1:25:34 | |
Can you handle this or not? | 1:25:34 | 1:25:36 | |
Get your breath. OK? | 1:25:37 | 1:25:39 | |
You OK? | 1:25:39 | 1:25:41 | |
Look at me. | 1:25:41 | 1:25:42 | |
Yeah. Yeah! Yeah! | 1:25:42 | 1:25:46 | |
Get your shit together, lock him up. | 1:25:43 | 1:25:46 | |
I gotta go see Polly. | 1:25:46 | 1:25:48 | |
SIREN WAILS | 1:25:54 | 1:25:56 | |
Alone at last. | 1:26:07 | 1:26:09 | |
You pathetic piece of shit. | 1:26:09 | 1:26:12 | |
I am not a piece of shit. | 1:26:14 | 1:26:16 | |
Shut up. | 1:26:16 | 1:26:18 | |
This is for my surprise package. | 1:26:19 | 1:26:23 | |
No. No! | 1:26:20 | 1:26:23 | |
Oh no, no! | 1:26:23 | 1:26:25 | |
Buster. | 1:26:25 | 1:26:27 | |
CLICK | 1:26:29 | 1:26:30 | |
Gotcha. | 1:26:34 | 1:26:35 | |
HE GROANS | 1:26:36 | 1:26:38 | |
(CHANTING) Nah nah nah, nah nah nah! | 1:26:42 | 1:26:45 | |
Polly. | 1:26:51 | 1:26:53 | |
You here? | 1:26:54 | 1:26:56 | |
Pol? | 1:26:57 | 1:26:59 | |
HORN BEEPS | 1:27:32 | 1:27:34 | |
HORN BEEPS REPEATEDLY | 1:27:40 | 1:27:43 | |
MYRTLE! | 1:27:47 | 1:27:48 | |
Come on! | 1:27:53 | 1:27:55 | |
Myrtle! | 1:27:56 | 1:27:57 | |
HORN BEEPS | 1:27:57 | 1:27:59 | |
Thought you'd died on the john. | 1:28:02 | 1:28:06 | |
Danforth! | 1:28:03 | 1:28:06 | |
What's wrong? | 1:28:06 | 1:28:08 | |
Oh, nothing's wrong. | 1:28:08 | 1:28:10 | |
Things are better than they've been in years. I just need a bit of help. | 1:28:10 | 1:28:17 | |
Danforth, you're handcuffed. | 1:28:14 | 1:28:17 | |
Get me the hacksaw. | 1:28:17 | 1:28:20 | |
What did you do? | 1:28:18 | 1:28:20 | |
Forget the hacksaw. Get the hammer and the big screwdriver. | 1:28:20 | 1:28:24 | |
NOW! You moron! | 1:28:24 | 1:28:26 | |
Where do you think you're going? | 1:28:29 | 1:28:33 | |
Danforth, I can't reach. | 1:28:30 | 1:28:33 | |
Oh-ho, now that's a drill. | 1:28:34 | 1:28:37 | |
Did I ask for a drill? | 1:28:37 | 1:28:39 | |
Why won't you help me? | 1:28:39 | 1:28:40 | |
Danforth, I can't see. | 1:28:40 | 1:28:42 | |
You want me to let you go... | 1:28:42 | 1:28:45 | |
..so you can run in and call THEM. | 1:28:45 | 1:28:47 | |
Aha. That's one. | 1:28:51 | 1:28:53 | |
How about trying for two? | 1:28:53 | 1:28:55 | |
Yeah. | 1:29:01 | 1:29:03 | |
Danforth, you broke the law, didn't ya? | 1:29:14 | 1:29:17 | |
Oh - did I break their law? | 1:29:17 | 1:29:19 | |
Huh? How about you, Myrtle? | 1:29:19 | 1:29:21 | |
Did you break the law? | 1:29:21 | 1:29:24 | |
Did you sleep with him to humiliate me? | 1:29:24 | 1:29:28 | |
Who? Did I what?! | 1:29:26 | 1:29:28 | |
After both of you put up the goddamn parking tickets round my house? | 1:29:28 | 1:29:36 | |
No. And it's OUR house, Buster. | 1:29:33 | 1:29:36 | |
HE MOANS | 1:29:55 | 1:29:57 | |
WHISPERING VOICES | 1:30:00 | 1:30:02 | |
Stop looking at me! All of you! | 1:30:04 | 1:30:07 | |
PHONE RINGS | 1:30:08 | 1:30:10 | |
WHO ARE YOU? | 1:30:10 | 1:30:12 | |
It's me, Dan. | 1:30:13 | 1:30:15 | |
Your master's voice. | 1:30:15 | 1:30:17 | |
How is it going? | 1:30:17 | 1:30:21 | |
I killed my wife. | 1:30:18 | 1:30:21 | |
Is that wrong? I didn't mean to. | 1:30:21 | 1:30:25 | |
These things happen. Did she deserve it? | 1:30:25 | 1:30:30 | |
I don't know. | 1:30:28 | 1:30:30 | |
I really loved her. | 1:30:30 | 1:30:32 | |
Sometimes you must hurt the one you love. | 1:30:32 | 1:30:36 | |
I can't see Danforth Keeton doing something to someone... | 1:30:36 | 1:30:41 | |
..who didn't deserve it. | 1:30:41 | 1:30:43 | |
You're not a bad guy. | 1:30:43 | 1:30:44 | |
No. | 1:30:44 | 1:30:46 | |
I don't know any more. | 1:30:48 | 1:30:52 | |
'Get a hold of yourself.' | 1:30:49 | 1:30:52 | |
It's no good, this self-pity. | 1:30:51 | 1:30:54 | |
Hop in your car, come see me. | 1:30:54 | 1:30:56 | |
I've got something for you you'll get a bang out of. | 1:30:56 | 1:31:00 | |
# As I sit here tonight, the jukebox playin' | 1:31:06 | 1:31:10 | |
# A tune about the wild side of life | 1:31:12 | 1:31:17 | |
# As I listen to the words you are sayin' | 1:31:18 | 1:31:24 | |
# It brings memories... # | 1:31:24 | 1:31:27 | |
-HE SOBS -Holy Mary, Mother of God... | 1:31:27 | 1:31:30 | |
pray for our sins... | 1:31:30 | 1:31:32 | |
now and at the hour of our death. | 1:31:32 | 1:31:34 | |
Amen. | 1:31:34 | 1:31:36 | |
Holy Mary, Mother of God... | 1:31:36 | 1:31:39 | |
pray for our sins, now and at the hour... | 1:31:39 | 1:31:42 | |
# Too many times married men... # | 1:31:42 | 1:31:47 | |
SHOTGUN COCKING | 1:31:47 | 1:31:49 | |
Hello, Henry. | 1:31:57 | 1:31:59 | |
SHOTGUN COCKING | 1:32:01 | 1:32:03 | |
Hello, Hugh. | 1:32:04 | 1:32:06 | |
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for our sins... | 1:32:12 | 1:32:16 | |
now and at the hour of our death... | 1:32:16 | 1:32:19 | |
Who are you talking to, Danny boy? | 1:32:20 | 1:32:22 | |
God. Just God. | 1:32:22 | 1:32:24 | |
On my time! | 1:32:24 | 1:32:26 | |
I just... | 1:32:25 | 1:32:26 | |
wanna tell you, I'm really scared. | 1:32:26 | 1:32:31 | |
You'll tell me nothing! | 1:32:28 | 1:32:31 | |
I'll tell you everything. | 1:32:30 | 1:32:33 | |
They have it coming, Dan, you know they do. | 1:32:34 | 1:32:39 | |
I know. So why not crush 'em all? | 1:32:36 | 1:32:39 | |
Split the earth wide open... | 1:32:39 | 1:32:43 | |
Because I don't work miracles. | 1:32:40 | 1:32:43 | |
I'm not the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. I'm just one lonely guy. | 1:32:43 | 1:32:49 | |
Please, please! | 1:32:50 | 1:32:52 | |
I just wanna die. | 1:32:52 | 1:32:54 | |
Please, I just wanna die! | 1:32:54 | 1:32:56 | |
I won't disappoint you. | 1:32:56 | 1:32:58 | |
Come see me when you're done. | 1:32:58 | 1:33:00 | |
Now dig. | 1:33:00 | 1:33:01 | |
Yeah. Quickly. | 1:33:01 | 1:33:03 | |
Here. | 1:33:03 | 1:33:05 | |
Dig, dig, dig. I'm diggin'! | 1:33:09 | 1:33:12 | |
You are disgusting, Dan. | 1:33:12 | 1:33:14 | |
Yes. Yes. | 1:33:14 | 1:33:16 | |
I like that in a person. | 1:33:16 | 1:33:18 | |
SOBBING | 1:33:18 | 1:33:20 | |
Thank you, thank you, thank you... | 1:33:20 | 1:33:24 | |
SIREN | 1:33:28 | 1:33:30 | |
Sorry about Buster. | 1:33:42 | 1:33:44 | |
I'll get that son of a bitch. | 1:33:44 | 1:33:47 | |
Who's there? | 1:34:02 | 1:34:04 | |
Oh, Alan. | 1:34:07 | 1:34:09 | |
It's late. | 1:34:09 | 1:34:11 | |
I need to talk to you, Father. | 1:34:13 | 1:34:16 | |
What's the matter? | 1:34:16 | 1:34:18 | |
Do you believe in the Devil, Father? | 1:34:18 | 1:34:21 | |
I guess I have to. | 1:34:21 | 1:34:23 | |
You can't have one without the other. | 1:34:23 | 1:34:27 | |
Do you believe in God, Alan? | 1:34:27 | 1:34:30 | |
What's he look like? | 1:34:30 | 1:34:32 | |
Look like? | 1:34:32 | 1:34:33 | |
The Devil. What the hell does he look like? | 1:34:33 | 1:34:37 | |
Well, he looks like you and me... | 1:34:37 | 1:34:39 | |
I imagine. | 1:34:39 | 1:34:41 | |
So he can get his claws in us without us knowing. | 1:34:41 | 1:34:46 | |
Make us do things we'd normally never do. | 1:34:46 | 1:34:49 | |
Terrible things. | 1:34:51 | 1:34:53 | |
No, no, I don't think so, Alan. | 1:34:53 | 1:34:55 | |
People have a choice. | 1:34:55 | 1:34:57 | |
DISTANT THUNDER | 1:34:58 | 1:35:00 | |
This is a good town. | 1:35:03 | 1:35:05 | |
Right. | 1:35:05 | 1:35:07 | |
Was a good town. | 1:35:07 | 1:35:09 | |
Full of decent, ordinary people. | 1:35:10 | 1:35:13 | |
Only now, the Devil is here. | 1:35:16 | 1:35:21 | |
The Devil's always here, always in our hearts. | 1:35:17 | 1:35:21 | |
But with the Lord's help, we can cast him out. | 1:35:21 | 1:35:26 | |
Not our hearts, in our town. | 1:35:23 | 1:35:26 | |
The Devil is in Castle Rock. | 1:35:28 | 1:35:30 | |
His name is Leland Gaunt. | 1:35:31 | 1:35:33 | |
Father? | 1:35:41 | 1:35:43 | |
I need your help to get rid of him. | 1:35:44 | 1:35:46 | |
No. | 1:35:48 | 1:35:50 | |
Leland Gaunt is a decent man. | 1:35:50 | 1:35:53 | |
My God... | 1:35:54 | 1:35:56 | |
he got to you too. | 1:35:56 | 1:35:58 | |
If there's a devil in this town, it's the Reverend Willie Rose! | 1:35:58 | 1:36:03 | |
Believe me now, Father? | 1:36:31 | 1:36:33 | |
Still think he's a decent man?! | 1:36:40 | 1:36:43 | |
The Devil just blew up your church! | 1:36:43 | 1:36:46 | |
That's not the Devil! | 1:36:46 | 1:36:48 | |
It's those goddamned Baptists! | 1:36:48 | 1:36:50 | |
Rose! | 1:36:51 | 1:36:53 | |
Rose! | 1:37:07 | 1:37:09 | |
Rose! | 1:37:15 | 1:37:17 | |
Damn you to hell! | 1:37:17 | 1:37:19 | |
NO! | 1:37:39 | 1:37:40 | |
PEOPLE SCREAMING | 1:37:59 | 1:38:01 | |
Father! | 1:38:18 | 1:38:20 | |
Get outta here! | 1:38:28 | 1:38:30 | |
Son of a bitch! | 1:38:43 | 1:38:44 | |
I'll teach you! | 1:38:44 | 1:38:46 | |
No! Frank, Frank! What are you doing?! | 1:38:51 | 1:38:54 | |
The bastard took my Treasure Island! | 1:38:54 | 1:38:57 | |
WHAT?! | 1:38:56 | 1:38:57 | |
Stevenson, first edition! | 1:38:57 | 1:38:59 | |
Get outta my way! | 1:39:01 | 1:39:03 | |
You OK? | 1:39:05 | 1:39:07 | |
All right? Go home, watch television. | 1:39:08 | 1:39:11 | |
Son of a bitch! > | 1:39:11 | 1:39:13 | |
POLICE RADIO | 1:39:21 | 1:39:23 | |
SIREN | 1:39:42 | 1:39:44 | |
You crazy son of a bitch! | 1:39:55 | 1:39:57 | |
GLASS SMASHING | 1:40:01 | 1:40:03 | |
Hey! | 1:40:03 | 1:40:04 | |
Hey! Get away! | 1:40:09 | 1:40:10 | |
C'mon, move it! | 1:40:12 | 1:40:14 | |
Go! | 1:40:16 | 1:40:18 | |
Move it! | 1:40:21 | 1:40:23 | |
Jesus Christ, all hell's broke lose. | 1:40:42 | 1:40:45 | |
The Baptists, crazy cause their church is on fire. | 1:40:45 | 1:40:49 | |
Myrtle Keeton, killed with a hammer. | 1:40:49 | 1:40:52 | |
What the hell happened here? | 1:40:52 | 1:40:54 | |
Jesus! | 1:40:54 | 1:40:55 | |
You son of a bitch! | 1:40:57 | 1:40:59 | |
Norris! No! | 1:40:58 | 1:40:59 | |
You all right? | 1:41:10 | 1:41:12 | |
What? | 1:41:13 | 1:41:15 | |
Are you all right? | 1:41:14 | 1:41:15 | |
Never felt better. | 1:41:15 | 1:41:17 | |
SIREN | 1:41:18 | 1:41:20 | |
Call the State Police. | 1:41:20 | 1:41:22 | |
Tell 'em we got a riot on our hands. | 1:41:22 | 1:41:25 | |
My pleasure. | 1:41:25 | 1:41:27 | |
Rose! > | 1:41:26 | 1:41:27 | |
In the name of Christ, beg for His mercy. | 1:41:27 | 1:41:30 | |
You'll get none from me. | 1:41:30 | 1:41:32 | |
Be struck down by his Almighty... | 1:41:32 | 1:41:35 | |
swift sword, Meehan. | 1:41:34 | 1:41:37 | |
Stop it! | 1:41:35 | 1:41:37 | |
You godless heathen! | 1:41:37 | 1:41:40 | |
Rot in hell, Rose! | 1:41:38 | 1:41:40 | |
Stop it, you'll kill him! | 1:41:53 | 1:41:55 | |
Stop it! I'll blow your head off! | 1:41:57 | 1:42:00 | |
Now there's an idea. | 1:42:00 | 1:42:01 | |
Put the axe down now! | 1:42:01 | 1:42:03 | |
Go to hell! | 1:42:03 | 1:42:06 | |
Shoot him. | 1:42:04 | 1:42:06 | |
Put it down! | 1:42:05 | 1:42:06 | |
Kill him. Kill them all. Let God sort them out. | 1:42:06 | 1:42:10 | |
NO-O-O! | 1:42:13 | 1:42:16 | |
NO! | 1:42:21 | 1:42:22 | |
Oh, you wussie! | 1:42:24 | 1:42:26 | |
No more killing. | 1:42:26 | 1:42:28 | |
Not in Castle Rock. Not me, not you. | 1:42:30 | 1:42:32 | |
Not anybody. | 1:42:32 | 1:42:34 | |
This shit stops NOW! | 1:42:34 | 1:42:36 | |
Listen to me. | 1:42:38 | 1:42:40 | |
All of you. | 1:42:40 | 1:42:42 | |
This... | 1:42:43 | 1:42:45 | |
..man here... | 1:42:45 | 1:42:47 | |
Leland Gaunt... | 1:42:48 | 1:42:50 | |
We're waiting. | 1:42:51 | 1:42:53 | |
He came here... | 1:42:54 | 1:42:56 | |
to destroy us. | 1:42:56 | 1:42:58 | |
To make us destroy ourselves. | 1:42:59 | 1:43:01 | |
You see what's happening? | 1:43:03 | 1:43:05 | |
It's what he needs! | 1:43:05 | 1:43:07 | |
This is what he wants! | 1:43:07 | 1:43:09 | |
He's got us all lined up like a bunch of human fuse-boxes! | 1:43:09 | 1:43:14 | |
He hot-wires Wilma Jerzyk to Nettie Cobb. | 1:43:15 | 1:43:19 | |
But he does it with wires from Brian Rusk and whoever skinned that dog. | 1:43:18 | 1:43:24 | |
Cause it wasn't Wilma, was it, Pete? | 1:43:24 | 1:43:28 | |
No, sir. | 1:43:27 | 1:43:28 | |
Then he cross-wires all of us. | 1:43:28 | 1:43:31 | |
What'd he make you do? Myra? Frank? | 1:43:31 | 1:43:34 | |
How about you, Karen? | 1:43:34 | 1:43:36 | |
What price did you pay for your needful thing? | 1:43:36 | 1:43:40 | |
Hmmmm? | 1:43:40 | 1:43:42 | |
Father, Reverend. Look at yourselves. | 1:43:42 | 1:43:46 | |
Cora, your little boy is in hospital because he knew what this man is. | 1:43:47 | 1:43:54 | |
And he tried to tell me, but I got sucked in like everyone else. | 1:43:54 | 1:43:59 | |
DON'T YOU SEE WHAT HE'S DONE?! | 1:43:59 | 1:44:02 | |
We're all decent people! | 1:44:02 | 1:44:05 | |
We are! | 1:44:05 | 1:44:07 | |
He's preyed on our weaknesses, hatred... | 1:44:07 | 1:44:10 | |
greed. On our prejudice, our fear. | 1:44:10 | 1:44:13 | |
Don't you understand? | 1:44:14 | 1:44:16 | |
He runs... | 1:44:16 | 1:44:18 | |
on hate. | 1:44:18 | 1:44:20 | |
And he's used it... | 1:44:21 | 1:44:23 | |
to turn us all against each other. | 1:44:23 | 1:44:26 | |
Wilma Jerzyk, Nettie Cobb. | 1:44:28 | 1:44:30 | |
Dan Keeton, Norris Ridgewick. | 1:44:32 | 1:44:34 | |
Alan Pangborn and Polly Chalmers. | 1:44:35 | 1:44:38 | |
He made me steal Mr Jewett's Treasure Island. | 1:44:50 | 1:44:56 | |
Frank. What'd he make you do? | 1:44:53 | 1:44:56 | |
He made me rip up Ruth Roberts' flower bed. | 1:44:56 | 1:45:00 | |
He made me send that letter to Fr Meehan. | 1:45:00 | 1:45:03 | |
I gave the rat-trap to Norris. | 1:45:04 | 1:45:06 | |
He had me slash Hugh Priest's tyres. | 1:45:09 | 1:45:12 | |
I was the one that planted money on your boat. I'm sorry. | 1:45:13 | 1:45:18 | |
Pathetic. You're all so pathetic! | 1:45:18 | 1:45:21 | |
Look at you. Puppets. | 1:45:21 | 1:45:23 | |
He is pulling the strings. | 1:45:23 | 1:45:25 | |
Listen, I dealt as I always do. | 1:45:25 | 1:45:27 | |
I show people what I have to sell. | 1:45:27 | 1:45:30 | |
Then I let them make up their own minds. Is it wrong? | 1:45:30 | 1:45:34 | |
I ask you. | 1:45:34 | 1:45:35 | |
You're done here, Gaunt. | 1:45:35 | 1:45:37 | |
You're busted. You're finished in this town. | 1:45:39 | 1:45:43 | |
PEOPLE SCREAMING | 1:45:44 | 1:45:46 | |
Alan! | 1:45:47 | 1:45:48 | |
Oops! | 1:45:48 | 1:45:50 | |
-If anybody's finished it's you, Pangborn. -Finally, a man with sense. | 1:45:52 | 1:45:58 | |
It's like an AA meeting. | 1:45:58 | 1:46:01 | |
Hi, my name is Dan. And I'm here to blow up your town! | 1:46:00 | 1:46:05 | |
You're all gonna pay big! | 1:46:05 | 1:46:08 | |
Pay HUGE! | 1:46:09 | 1:46:11 | |
Keep calm, folks, don't give him a reason. | 1:46:12 | 1:46:15 | |
-I got a lifetime of reasons, shithead. -Talk, talk, talk. For Christ's sake... | 1:46:15 | 1:46:20 | |
Just blow 'em away, Dan! | 1:46:20 | 1:46:22 | |
Don't do it, Dan. | 1:46:21 | 1:46:22 | |
Don't let this bastard turn you into something worse than he is. | 1:46:22 | 1:46:28 | |
SHUT UP, PANGBORN! | 1:46:26 | 1:46:28 | |
It's too late. | 1:46:28 | 1:46:30 | |
Don't move, don't you move! | 1:46:30 | 1:46:32 | |
Time's running out, Buster. | 1:46:33 | 1:46:35 | |
I... | 1:46:35 | 1:46:37 | |
I killed my Myrtle already. | 1:46:38 | 1:46:40 | |
And now, now I just gotta die. | 1:46:40 | 1:46:43 | |
No, you don't, Dan. | 1:46:46 | 1:46:48 | |
You didn't kill your Myrtle. He did. | 1:46:49 | 1:46:52 | |
You don't have to do this. | 1:46:53 | 1:46:56 | |
Yes, you do. | 1:46:55 | 1:46:56 | |
Yes, I do. | 1:46:58 | 1:46:59 | |
Yes, you do. | 1:46:59 | 1:47:00 | |
I do. | 1:47:00 | 1:47:01 | |
Well then, take me with you. | 1:47:01 | 1:47:04 | |
Just me. I'm the ringleader. | 1:47:05 | 1:47:07 | |
Let the others go. | 1:47:07 | 1:47:09 | |
No. | 1:47:09 | 1:47:11 | |
No. | 1:47:09 | 1:47:11 | |
< Christ! | 1:47:11 | 1:47:12 | |
Put this town out of its misery, Buster. They've got to you, Buster. | 1:47:12 | 1:47:17 | |
You're walking their walk. | 1:47:17 | 1:47:19 | |
Do it, Buster! | 1:47:19 | 1:47:21 | |
You're just like them! | 1:47:21 | 1:47:23 | |
It's you! | 1:47:24 | 1:47:26 | |
-You all along! -Sticks and stones will break my bones, but names will never hurt me. | 1:47:27 | 1:47:33 | |
Yeah. | 1:47:36 | 1:47:38 | |
You killed my Myrtle. | 1:47:38 | 1:47:40 | |
Get back. | 1:47:40 | 1:47:41 | |
I killed her?! Oh, hey! | 1:47:41 | 1:47:43 | |
Don't blame me - blame it on the bossa nova. | 1:47:43 | 1:47:46 | |
But how about you take some responsibility for once, Buster? | 1:47:46 | 1:47:51 | |
I got one thing to say to you. | 1:47:56 | 1:47:59 | |
Don't call me Buster. | 1:48:00 | 1:48:02 | |
OK, buddy? | 1:49:15 | 1:49:17 | |
Yeah. You? | 1:49:15 | 1:49:17 | |
Shouldn't have called him Buster. | 1:49:29 | 1:49:32 | |
Oh. You know, there are days when I really hate this job. | 1:49:53 | 1:49:57 | |
This is not my best work. | 1:49:58 | 1:50:00 | |
Not by a long shot. | 1:50:00 | 1:50:02 | |
Oh, sure, a few murders and a couple of lovely explosions. | 1:50:02 | 1:50:07 | |
I'd hardly call it a rousing success. | 1:50:07 | 1:50:10 | |
What the hell. | 1:50:10 | 1:50:12 | |
I'll be back. | 1:50:12 | 1:50:13 | |
In the meantime... | 1:50:13 | 1:50:15 | |
you and Polly, you are two terrific kids. | 1:50:15 | 1:50:19 | |
You'll marry her, trust me. | 1:50:19 | 1:50:21 | |
She's lovely. You'll have a wonderful family. | 1:50:21 | 1:50:25 | |
By the way... | 1:50:25 | 1:50:27 | |
give my regards to your grandson. Bob will be his name, international trade his game. | 1:50:27 | 1:50:34 | |
I'll see him in Jakarta, 2053. | 1:50:34 | 1:50:37 | |
August 14th. 10 am. | 1:50:37 | 1:50:39 | |
Nice sunny day. | 1:50:39 | 1:50:41 | |
We'll make headlines. | 1:50:44 | 1:50:46 | |
Catch. | 1:50:47 | 1:50:48 | |
CHORAL SINGING: "Dies Irae" | 1:50:52 | 1:50:54 | |
Hey, look out! | 1:51:18 | 1:51:20 | |
# Sanctus, sanctus | 1:51:32 | 1:51:34 | |
# Dominus Deus sabaoth | 1:51:34 | 1:51:36 | |
# Sanctus | 1:51:36 | 1:51:38 | |
# Dominus Deus | 1:51:38 | 1:51:40 | |
# Deus sabaoth | 1:51:40 | 1:51:41 | |
# Pleni sunt coeli et terra gloria tua | 1:51:41 | 1:51:44 | |
# Hosanna in excelsis! | 1:51:46 | 1:51:49 | |
# Hosanna! | 1:51:52 | 1:51:54 | |
# Sanctus | 1:51:54 | 1:51:56 | |
# Sanctus Dominus | 1:51:57 | 1:51:59 | |
# Sanctus | 1:51:59 | 1:52:01 | |
# Sanctus Dominus | 1:52:02 | 1:52:04 | |
# Sanctus sanctus sanctus Dominus | 1:52:04 | 1:52:07 | |
# Deus sabaoth | 1:52:07 | 1:52:09 | |
# Pleni sunt coeli et terra gloria tua | 1:52:09 | 1:52:14 | |
# Dominus | 1:52:14 | 1:52:16 | |
# Hosanna in excelsis! | 1:52:17 | 1:52:21 | |
# Sanctus | 1:52:21 | 1:52:26 | |
# Sanctus... # | 1:52:26 | 1:52:30 | |
IMS SUBTITLES Brendan O'Keeffe | 1:52:32 | 1:52:35 |