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Step right up, folks!

Step right up and see our hall of freaks and curiosities!

The Lee Twins, joined at birth by a cruel trick of God!

Careful.

And the dog-faced boy,

more dog than boy.

The Skeleton Man,

more dead than alive.

Slorak, the Man-Ape,

more ape than man.

Come on. They're all here.

Step right up...

into a grotesquerie of horrors beyond your darkest imaginings.

Step right up.

There you go.

Step right up.

Step right up.

Keep moving.

Hello, boy.

Come closer.

Don't be afraid. Come closer.

Come on. Come closer.

Yeah. That's right.

Now you see it!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

There you are.

For the love of Christ.

Don't be a damn sissy, Francis.

Your old man won you something.

Come on.

-Step right up. -Thank you.

Come on.

God.

Damn fair cleaned me out.

Get us some water.

One please.

Come on now, hurry up.

It's five cents.

That's all I got.

That a slingshot?

Where's that damn slingshot?

Wait! Francis! No! Come back! Wait!

Francis! Come back!

What do you want?

Leave me alone!

Hello.

Run, come on!

Hurry.

He's getting closer!

Don't look back!

Look at the logjam.

Yippee!

Mrs. Bainbridge.

Pleasure to see you again.

I've upped Lilly's dosage of chlorpromazine,

but if she has another episode,

we may want to discuss a more restrictive treatment plan.

Where is she now?

Lilly forged quite the bond last summer with the head of our housekeeping staff.

She wanted to say goodbye before she left.

Fold and tuck.

It's going to be okay, dear.

You're a bright girl. You'll figure it out.

Yeah, it's just...

It's my fault that her dad's in jail.

We don't even know each other that well.

And if I tell the truth about what I really saw, then--

You'd probably wind up right back here.

What would you do if you were me?

My father used to say that life is about the journey.

But I think it's more about who you take that journey with.

And if this Ronnie means as much to you as it sounds,

you're going to find a way to make things right.

Somehow.

Listen.

If you tell me that you've seen the impossible...

then I believe you.

Most people, well...

they only believe what they can see...

with their own eyes.

Easy, partner.

I come in peace.

What's the matter, not your brand?

I'm more of an Embassy Golds man.

Is that right? Embassy Golds.

Not too popular this side of the pond.

To think, I had you pegged as a Pall Mall man,

a regular James Coburn.

Lee Marvin.

Pall Malls, the commercials are Lee Marvin.

Well, you do know your movie stars, Hank. Guess it comes with the territory, huh?

You know what I know, what my... my territory is?

Liars.

I can sniff 'em out a mile away.

Where were you the night of the murder, Hank?

I told you, I was home.

Then why do I have an eyewitness, puts you on Jackson Street at 11:30?

Yeah, a witness called it in, said she saw your picture in the papers.

Put two and two together with the man

she'd seen sneaking around in the shadows that night.

-She wrote a sworn statement. -Yeah, it don't make it true.

Well, she was pretty upset.

So, we went out there, had a look around, and...

found this at the scene.

"Thou shalt not lie," Hank.

Do you know what they do to kiddy-killers in Shawshank?

I didn't do nothing to those kids,

and I wasn't nowhere near that theater.

Then where were you, Hank?

And don't give me any more guff about you being at home in bed.

Don't insult my intelligence.

All right.

We're gonna miss you around here, Hank.

At least we got the memories.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. wait.

I... I didn't do this! I didn't do this!

Come back! Come back!

Can you imagine if your dad turns out to be a psycho killer?

I mean, they must have evidence if they arrested him, right?

This is America. You can't just throw people in jail for nothing.

Are we talking about the same country?

She just doesn't seem like the kind of person

that would've been raised by a killer.

That's all.

Hey.

Grabbed this from the nurse's office. It should help get that off.

You're the last person I need help from.

You're lucky I don't whoop your ass for what you did to my dad.

You just walk on out of here.

-Just go. -I'll tell them, okay?

What I really saw.

-You will? -I'll do anything to make it right.

It happened again at the grocery store.

I saw my dad.

They sent me back to Juniper Hill.

Now everyone thinks I'm still crazy or,

I don't know, even more crazy. So even if I tell them the truth,

no one's gonna believe it.

People only believe what they can see for themselves.

It won't matter what we tell them unless we can show them proof.

How are we supposed to get proof?

You actually think this thing is gonna stop

and pose for pictures?

What have we got to lose? It's worth a shot.

To prove that I'm not crazy and that your dad's not a killer.

Okay.

Say we try this and we actually get something.

What are we gonna do?

Send it to Keene's to get developed?

We'd never get those pictures back.

And I don't know how to develop a roll of film.

-Do you? -No.

But there must be someone we know who can.

We stripped that Caddy down to the bolts.

If there was anything hidden inside, we'd have found it. It's clean.

Nothing but blood stains and bullet holes.

We even checked the area around the dig site.

Must have dug up half an acre. Still no luck.

Of course not.

What we're looking for was buried in Derry 300 years

before the automobile was even invented.

But that car had to give off something for Hallorann to be able to find it.

It's part of the 1935 cycle.

The Bradley Gang massacre.

Bunch of Dillinger wannabes.

Town went crazy and shot them to hell.

Eyewitness reports at the time suggest sightings of the entity

in one of its forms.

Everything we've dug up so far

and we're no closer to locating the target.

And we're running out of time.

Hallorann's psychic abilities have been proven,

but there's only so much he can do stuck on base pointing at maps.

We need to get him closer to the target.

Right on top of it if possible.

On top of it, sir?

Put him in the air.

Hallorann is the key to this whole operation.

If something should happen to him--

We have Major Hanlon to look after him now.

Well, with all due respect, sir,

how do we know Hallorann will do any better out in the field?

Maybe he just needs a little something extra to guide him.

Something that put its mark on that thing

a long time ago.

Ain't no way.

-Bullshit. Bullshit. -Ain't no way.

There ain't no way. Ain't no way.

You ain't never made it with Aretha Franklin.

Hand to God!

We met in Detroit. At a club.

Spent the night together. Shit, she even wrote a song about me.

Yeah, "Won't Be Long."

Goddamn, man.

Fuck!

I thought you were supposed to have special privileges.

So, what?

So, can't you get us a little upgrade?

Hallorann. It's time.

We want that upgrade.

Masters, son of a bitch. I'd love to get him

and his buddies alone, let me tell you.

It's too bad, because Masters and his pals

-shipped off yesterday, so it's done. -Yeah, tell that to my right shoulder.

You gotta man up, Pauly.

-"Man up"? -Yeah.

I was taking those two guys down while you were still

under the bed looking for your jaw. "Man up."

I don't remember you taking anyone down.

I remember you were getting tossed around like a baby.

I'm a lover, not a fighter.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Then why are you in the military? Why'd you join?

-I look so good in the uniform. -Yeah?

-No, not the hair. Not the hair. -Fuck you.

Touch that, you die. You know that.

-Major. -Colonel.

Airman Hallorann, this is Major Hanlon,

Captain Russo. They'll be your crew for today's surveillance flight.

How they hangin', fellas?

Sir, what exactly are we gonna be surveilling this afternoon?

Your consoles.

Think of Hallorann here as a human compass.

You go wherever he says to.

-Sounds good. -Let's get you in the air.

-So, Hallorann. -Yeah?

What's with the cigars?

No cigars in here.

Well, then what's in it?

You wouldn't understand.

You're-- You're gonna need to turn east.

East. Now!

Roger that. East we go.

Why-- Why are you stopping? We have to get out of here.

We're okay now. Look.

It doesn't leave the woods.

What was that thing?

I don't know.

Stop, please.

Why can't it leave the woods?

Can you keep a secret?

I don't know what they think they're doing out there.

Our ceremonial grounds have always been off limits.

-If they want the land-- -They always want the land.

Then at least give us a fair price

so that we can fix things up around the Marsh.

She's right. We're, what, an hour outside of Derry?

We might as well be on different planets.

The tax money they got to pave their streets.

The car they dug up?

This isn't about airing long-standing grievances...

It was Al Bradley's.

From '35.

The massacre.

If you're going to represent our interests...

We have to do something now, Auntie.

-Before they get any closer-- -No.

And so do they.

You and your friends are not to get involved.

Not in this.

You're needed.

Do you understand?

This is about you doing what you were elected to do.

If anyone has any suggestions, they should speak up now.

John, something has to be done. Now.

I've requested to meet,

asking for a special liaison to the community.

We've heard nothing, so what do you suggest?

Something stronger.

We start with a cease-and-desist letter.

-That's bullshit. -Give them some time to respond,

and if we still hear nothing, we file a formal complaint

through the federal government.

You know they'll just ignore it.

You want to stop them?

I don't.

Not until I find out

what it is they're actually doing out there.

Hey, Hallorann, you all right back there?

Hallorann!

The hell's he doing?

You think I know what's going on with him?

Hallorann!

"Human compass"? Look at this fucking guy.

Look like a human compass to you? He's having a goddamn fit.

Jesus Christ.

Ground, this is USAF-KC135.

I got a buddy at Fort Bragg, he was saying that they're doing, like,

mind control on goats or some shit.

Is that what this is? Is this some goat shit, Lee?

There appears to be something wrong with Hallorann. Unresponsive.

-Requesting permission to head back. -That's a negative, Major Hanlon.

-Maintain present course. -I'm advising again. Unresponsive.

Requesting permission to head back.

I'm advising that Airman Hallorann is unresponsive!

Requesting permission to head back!

Hallorann!

Hey! Hallorann!

Who are you?

Grandma.

He's coming, Dickie.

Get out of here. Now!

Hallorann! Step back, Hallorann!

-Hallorann! Hallorann! -No! No!

-Hey! Hey! -You both in?

-How you holding up, soldier? -I feel fine, sir.

So...

you saw it.

More like it saw me.

What was it like?

Cold.

You did good up there today.

If there's anything

we can do to make your time here a little easier,

you let me know.

-Now that you mention it... -That was quick.

Me and my pals on base, it's kind of hard to find a place to blow off steam.

If you can see fit to find us someplace that

maybe it don't rain in on our heads, I know the boys would be grateful.

Understood. I'll see what I can do.

Sir.

It wasn't supposed to see us.

It wasn't supposed to know.

I got a feeling

we keep on like we're doing, something bad is coming.

Maybe we oughta just let this thing be.

Rest up.

Here you go, gentlemen.

The trip was supposed to be short,

but the launch was delayed for over three hours

after Shepard climbed into the rocket.

So Shepard asked if he could go outside and pee,

and they said no, but they had to temporarily

turn off the electrical parts in his suit

so he could pee in his pants without frying himself.

So, you're telling me the first human

that went to space went there with pee in his pants?

Yeah.

It could have been worse.

Dude, stop!

You got it on your face.

Let me ask you this.

Who do you think has the best ta-tas in the grade?

What?

Do they not call them ta-tas where you're from?

-No, they do. -Well, for me, it's Delores.

Even though Marge Truman has the better face.

Ronnie Grogan?

What does she want with you?

-Can I what? -Develop film.

I mean, the way you talked about that stink bomb,

thought maybe you knew what type of chemicals

you needed in a dark room.

Can't you just send it out to a lab?

No. Can you help us or not?

Maybe, but why?

You wouldn't believe us if we told you.

Try me.

So, what do you think?

Why did I agree to this?

I can't help her.

Well, do you believe her?

I believe she believes it.

But when she asked me, it's like my mind just went blank.

-Love will do that to you. -Yeah.

-Wait, what? -Ronnie. You're sweet on her.

-I know the signs. -There are no signs.

Sure there are.

Love can make you do some crazy things, pal.

Like climb a balcony or-- or...

Or write a poem on the inside of your shoe

so no one finds out about it.

Who writes poems on the inside of their shoes?

Just someone.

Someone in love.

Okay, but I'm not in love with Ronnie.

Whatever you say, Romeo.

Let me know if you need any help.

You looking for anything special today?

Well, I don't know.

What do you have for a nickel?

-Francis Shaw. -Has it really been 50 years?

Doesn't seem possible.

No, it doesn't.

It's the oddest thing.

Before I got here, I... I didn't remember you at all.

-You really know how to flatter a gal. -I mean, I didn't remember any of it.

-You. This town. -You're not the first.

Derry's funny that way.

No matter how long you spend here, the further away you get,

the more it all just seems to fade.

Some would say it's for the best.

I don't know.

It has its charms.

What do you remember?

Not much.

My father, life on the base, but mostly I remember you.

It was one summer, Francis. We were 12.

I doubt you even remembered my name.

I didn't.

Not until this week.

You're in charge of the digs?

What are you doing out there, Francis?

Soil surveys.

We're trying to figure out where to lay pipe

to bring in water from the Kenduskeag.

And our community is concerned

that your dig will disturb sacred remains.

We can't allow unmarked burial grounds to be destroyed.

Then let's work together.

You can show us exactly what areas to stay away from.

I know it might not mean much coming from a man in my position,

but you can trust me.

I'd like to believe that.

I will talk to the town council.

No promises.

I'll be in touch.

It's nice to see you, Rose.

You too.

What's the matter? Why do you look so sad?

My dad got his redeployment orders.

We leave in the morning.

I was gonna wait to give this back to you, but...

I think you should have it. Something to remember me by.

You have to promise me something, okay?

Promise me you'll never forget me, this summer,

us being friends.

Francis, you don't know this yet, but...

this place has a way of making people forget,

even if they don't want to.

Holy smokes! This place is the living end, man!

How do you even know about it?

It's my friends' place. Their hangout.

Or it was.

No way! I love these!

So, how do we get this picture?

Well, I guess we could either wait for it

to come after us again or... I don't know, somehow draw it out?

What are all the ways this thing has come after you so far?

Matty, my dad.

-Ronnie's mom. -Yeah, but it's not them.

It's something pretending to be them, to scare us.

The right question would be, what in the hell is it?

-It's an orixá. -What?

You know, an evil spirit.

Well, they're not all evil, but this one sounds pretty bad.

How do you know?

Well, I don't know for sure, but my tío was a babalao.

Back in Cuba, a Santería priest.

He told me whenever someone welched on him,

you know, didn't pay back money and stuff,

he'd conjure this orixá and send it after them.

And the really mean ones

always took the form of their dead ancestors.

You know, to really freak them out.

And he was able to just conjure them?

Yeah, but he had to go to a cemetery, light candles.

It was a whole big thing.

Crazy, right?

Go! Go! Go!

No! Stupid wind!

Rich...

Did he ever tell you how?

Evening, ma'am.

-Thank you. Come on in. -Yes, ma'am.

Major.

-Don't sell yourself short. -You put some Spanish saffron in this?

Ain't much in the way of Cajun cuisine in these parts, I'm afraid.

Things are certainly different here,

I'll give you that.

We're getting into the swing of it, though.

Starting to feel like home.

You don't like it much down here, do you, Mrs. Hanlon?

Oh, I like it fine.

You know, it's hard not to miss the things you leave behind.

We don't need to get into all that.

I was a history teacher.

Colored school?

There another kind down there that'd let me teach?

Fair enough.

We tried to find something at a school up here,

but all they had was clerical work. She's overqualified.

There were other things. Meetings, marches.

-Please. -The movement.

The Major is worried my activism

will reflect poorly on him with his colleagues.

Hamper his ascent up the military food chain.

I can see how that could be a concern, ma'am.

It's hard enough being colored in the service.

And you got any real ambition, you gonna want

your personal life to be cleaner than your uniform.

Well, I'm not surprised y'all two flyboys stick together.

Excuse me, I'm gonna get dessert started.

So, where's your son at tonight?

Will?

You'll meet him sometime.

But he's at a friend's house now.

This camera's boss.

Oh, man. I've never seen one of these before.

Will.

What's with the face?

Nothing.

Hey, Ronnie.

Don't waste film.

We need every picture we can get.

-All right, sorry. -Look okay?

-We did everything like you said. -Yeah, great. A-plus.

Okay.

-Should we start? -Yeah, sure.

Why not? Come on.

Hell of a meal, Major.

Your wife know her way around the kitchen.

I never told you we had a son.

Must have heard it from someone on base.

What happened up there?

I mean, closing your eyes

to look for something.

What is that?

My grandmama said it's like...

it's like seeing things without seeing things.

Yeah, I know. It sounds crazy, right?

Place I grew up, everybody knew someone who knew someone that was like that.

I've just never seen it for myself.

It's funny, just before,

you asked me about my son, I felt something.

Yeah, somewhere in the back of my brain.

Can't describe it really, other than it's the strangest

goddamn thing I've ever felt in my whole life.

And I've only felt it one other time.

The night I was attacked...

you were there.

It wasn't you holding the pipe, but I know what I felt.

Stay out of my head. We clear?

I will. I will. You don't have to worry about that.

What is that supposed to mean?

I've seen what men think about when they're facing death.

They think about their families. They think about their regrets.

But you?

Gun to your head, finger on the trigger.

You were analyzing.

You were just...

collecting information.

It's like the part of your brain that's supposed to be afraid,

it's not even there.

So, you are not

the kind of fella I'm likely to fuck with, Major.

But you saved my life up in that bird.

So I sure wouldn't mind having you with me in them trenches.

All right.

Who's ready for some dessert?

Mud cake's just about done.

-I would love some mud cake. -All right.

Come on, Lee.

Rich, you're just repeating yourself.

What is that? What are you saying?

The Santa Maria?

The prayer for the dead?

Now we wait.

Feels like we should be facing away from each other to see out, right?

Yeah, that's what my uncle said to do.

Yeah. Yeah, good idea.

Sorry.

Gotta take a whiz.

No. Wait, wait, I thought you said

we couldn't leave the circle until it was done.

No, you can. You just have to come back quickly.

My cousin told me.

You said your uncle did it.

Well, yeah, but I mostly heard about it from my cousin, so--

You didn't hear it from him?

Well, not the whole thing.

-This is so messed up. -Okay, we're leaving.

Hold on, guys, he was just trying to help.

Making up all this mumbo jumbo?

Come on. Monsters, ghosts, it's all mumbo jumbo.

So, you still don't believe me?

You think it's just my imagination?

I... I believe you believe it.

I'm sorry, okay? I... I didn't...

-Ro-- Ron! -Wait, Ronnie!

It's just hard making friends.

-You know? -I know, man. I know.

You okay?

I don't want to talk about it.

Come on, Rich! We gotta catch up!

Are you seeing this?

Something's wrong, I think.

Hey, Ron, slow down. Ron, wait up.

Whoa!

What's happening?

Go, go, go!

We're almost there!

Tío?

No, tío!

What's happening?

This can't be real. This can't be real.

I got it! I got it!

Oranges and lemons Say the bells of St. Clement's

Rich! Get the camera!

I see it!

I got it! I got it!

Flashlight.

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit! Whoa!

-Rich? -Will, get the camera!

Oh my God, what the hell was that?

Where's Will? Guys, guys! hey, guys, stop!

Where's Will? He was just right behind me.

-Come on! -Hurry!

-Come on! Oh my God! -Hurry, get out of there!

Come on!

-I should have believed you. -You're damn right!

Do you need help?

Shit, I think I just broke both my femurs.

Okay, so first we're going to set up three trays

and a water bath.

-Fill one tray with developer. -Smells like Fizz-A-Lot.

-Can you drink these? -No.

One with mixer and the other with stop bath.

Rich, don't touch that.

Red light.

Timer.

And now we wait.

Holy shit.

I took that.

Guys, come on.

Here.

Teddy!

We did it.

-We actually did it. -Oh my God.

Come on, next one. Let's go. Wait, this way, right?

-No, other way. -Okay. Here.

Susie!

Yes! Oh my gosh.

Yes.

-Ronnie. -I'm coming.

It's the picture I took in the crypt.

What is that?

It's a clown.