All language subtitles for Stand by Me 1986 2160p Bluray (4k)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SIGHS)

GORDIE: I was 12 going on 13
the first time I saw a dead human being.

It happened in the summer of 1959,

a long time ago,

but only if you measure it
in terms of years.

(CASH REGISTER DINGS)

I was living in a small town in Oregon
called Castle Rock.

There were only 1,281 people,
but to me it was the whole world.

(OVER RADIO)
It's the Bossman Bob Cormier here.

It's a beautiful Friday morning
in Portland.

It's 90 KLAM degrees and getting hotter.

Up the ladder with another platter,
it's Bobby Day with Rockin' Robin.

- It's boss.
-(MUSIC PLAYING)

He rocks in the treetops all day long

Hoppin' and a-boppin'
And a-singing his song

All the little birds on Jaybird Street

(KNOCKING IN CODE PATTERN)

Love to hear the robin
Go tweet tweet tweet

- Rockin' robin
- Tweet tweet tweet

- Rockin' robin
- Tweet tweedle-lee-Dee

Hey, how do you know a Frenchman's been
in your backyard?

Hey! I'm French, okay.

Your garbage cans are empty
and your dog's pregnant.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

- Didn't I just say I was French?
-(TAPS TABLE)

-I knock.
- Shit.

Twenty-nine.

Twenty-two.

Piss up a rope.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Gordie's out! Old Gordie just bit
the bag and stepped out the door.

(LAUGHING)

Come on, man, deal.

GORDIE: Teddy Duchamp was
the craziest guy we hung around with.

He didn't have much of a chance in life.

His dad was given to fits of rage.

One time he held Teddy's ear to a stove
and almost burned it off.

(TEDDY TAPS TABLE)

TEDDY: I knock.

You four-eyed pile of shit.

The pile of shit has a thousand eyes.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

TEDDY: What?

What's so funny? Come on.
I've got 30, what have you got?

Sixteen. (LAUGHS)

TEDDY: Go ahead, keep laughing.

You're down to your ride, pal.

GORDIE: Chris Chambers
was the leader of our gang

and my best friend.

He came from a bad family

and everyone just knew
he'd turn out bad.

Including Chris.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

That's not the secret knock.

VERN: I forget the secret knock.
Let me in.

BOTH: Vern.

VERN: Come on, you guys, open up.

Oh, man, you guys are not gonna
believe this. This is so boss.

Oh, man, wait till you hear this.
Wait till you hear this.

You won't believe it. It's unbelievable.

(PANTING) Let me catch my breath.
I ran all the way from my house.

ALL: (SINGING) [ ran all the way home

Come on. You guys, listen to me,
'cause this is boss.

Just to say I'm sorry

Okay, forget it.
I don't have to tell you nothing.

Hold on, you guys. Hold on.
What is it, man?

Okay, great,
you won't believe this, sincerely.

I ran all the way home

Screw you guys. Forget it.

What is it?

Can you guys camp out tonight?

I mean, if you tell your folks
we're gonna tent out in my back field?

Yeah, I think so.

Except my dad's kind of
on a mean streak.

He's been drinking a lot lately.

You got to, man. Sincerely,
you won't believe this.

- Can you, Gordie?
- Yeah, probably.

So what are you pissing
and moaning about, Verno?

- I knock.
- What?

You liar! You ain't got no pat hand.

You didn't deal yourself no pat hand.

Make your draw, shitheap.

(LAUGHING)

You guys want to go see a dead body?

Well, I was under the porch digging,
you know?

GORDIE: We all understood
what Vern meant right away.

At the beginning of the school year,

he had buried a quart jar of pennies
underneath his house.

He drew a treasure map
So he could find them again.

A week later, his mom cleaned out
his room and threw away the map.

Vern had been trying to find
those pennies for nine months.

Nine months, man.

You didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

(DOOR OPENS)

Jesus Christ, Billy.
We got to do something.

Why? Who cares?

CHARLIE: We saw him.
BILLY: So?

It ain't nothing to us. The kid's dead
so it ain't nothing to him, neither.

And who gives a shit
if they ever find him? I don't.

But it's that kid they were
talking about on the radio.

Brocker or Brower or Flowers,
whatever his name is.

The train must have hit him.

Big fucking deal.

GORDIE: We had all followed
the Ray Brower story very closely,

because he was a kid our age.

Three days before,
he had gone out to pick blueberries

and nobody had seen him since.

CHARLIE: I think
we should tell the cops.

You don't go squawking to the cops
after you boosted a car, you idiot.

They're gonna want to know how the hell
we got way out on Back Harlow Road.

Now they know we don't got no car.

It's best we just keep our mouth shut,
and then they can't touch us.

Look, we could make an anonymous call.

(SCOFFS) They trace those calls, stupid.

I seen it on Highway Patrol
and on Dragnet.

CHARLIE: Yeah, right.

I just wish we never boosted
that goddamn Dodge.

I wish Ace had been with us.

We could've told the cops
we was in his car.

Well, he wasn't!

- Are we gonna tell him?
- We're not gonna tell nobody.

Nobody, never. You dig me?

TEDDY: I know the Back Harlow Road.

It comes to a dead end
by the Royal River.

It comes to a dead end
by the Royal River.

The train tracks are right there.

Me and my dad used to fish
for cossies out there.

Jesus Christ, man,
if they would have known

you were under there,
they would've killed you.

Could he have gotten all the way
from Chamberlain to Harlow?

That's really far.

Sure. He must have started walking
on the train tracks

and just followed them the whole way.

TEDDY: Yeah. Yeah, right.

And then after dark, a train must have
come along and... El smacko.

Yeah.

Hey. Hey, you guys,

I bet you anything that if we find him,
we'll get our pictures in the paper.

- Yeah, we could even be on TV.
- Sure.

- We'll be heroes.
- Yeah.

I don't know.
Billy will know I found out.

He's not gonna care.

"Cause it's gonna be
us guys that find him.

Not Billy and Charlie Hogan,
and the boosted car.

They'll probably pin
a medal on you, Vern.

Yeah, you think so?

Sure.

What'll we tell our folks?

Exactly what you said.

We'll all tell our folks
we're tenting out in your back field.

You tell your folks
you're sleeping over at Teddy's.

Then we say we're going over
to the drag races the next day.

We're rock solid
until dinner tomorrow night.

Man, that's a plan-and-a-half.

But if we do find that kid's body
over in South Harlow,

they'll know we didn't go
to the drag races. We'll get hided.

Nobody will care

because everybody's gonna be
So jazzed about what we found,

-it's not gonna make a difference.
- CHRIS: Yeah.

My dad will hide me anyway,
but hell, it's worth a hiding.

- TEDDY: Shit, yeah.
- Let's do it. What do you say?

- All right.
- Gordie?

Sure.

Vern?

I don't know.

Vern.

Come on, Verno.

Vern.

- Vern. Come on, Verno.
- Come on, Verno.

- Okay.
- CHRIS: Al right.

All right! Too cool, too cool!
Very cool! Very, very cool! Yes!

GORDIE: 1 wanted to share
my friends' enthusiasm, but I couldn't.

That summer at home,
I had become the Invisible Boy.

GORDIE: Mom,
do you know where my canteen is?

Mom?

It's in Denny's room.

Oh.

GORDIE: In April,
my older brother, Dennis,

had been killed in a jeep accident.

Four months had passed,

but my parents still hadn't been able
to put the pieces back together again.

DENNY: Hey, Gordie,
I got something for you.

This, my friend, is for you.

But, Denny, this is your Yankee cap.

No. No, no. This is your Yankee cap.
It's a good luck cap.

You wear that cap, you know
how many fish we're gonna catch?

- How much?
- A bazillion.

A bazillion fish. And it looks good
on you, too. Just like that.

Hey, Moe, I'm going blind.

Don't start with me, porcupine.
Come here, give me a hug.

MR. LACHANCE: You found it.

Huh?

You found it.

Yeah.

Why can't you have friends like Denny's?

Dad, they're okay.

Sure, they are. A thief and two feebs.

Chris isn't a thief.

He stole the milk money at school.

He's a thief in my book.

GORDIE: It was almost noon
as we set out to find

the body of a dead kid named Ray Brower.

CHRIS: Right here's cool.

Hey, Chris.

- Thanks a lot.
- MAN: Sure thing.

- Gordo.
- Hey, man.

- You want to see something?
- Sure. What?

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Come on, man.
- What is it?

- CHRIS: Man, you've got to see this.
- Come on, man. What is it?

Come on, what is it?

You want to be the Lone Ranger
or the Cisco Kid?

(WHISPERS) Walking, talking Jesus!

- Where'd you get this?
- Hocked it from my old man's bureau.

It's a .45.

I can see that.

(MIMICKING GUNSHOT)

- You got shells for it?
- Yeah.

I took all that was left in the box.

My dad'll think
that he used them himself

shooting at beer cans
while he was drunk.

- Is it loaded?
- Hell, no. What do you think I am?

(GUN COCKS)

BOTH: Jesus!

- Let's get out of here! Come on!
-(LAUGHING)

Gordie did it! Gordie Lachance
is shooting up Castle Rock!

GORDIE: Shut up!

Hey, who did that?
Who's letting cherry bombs off out here?

Oh, man, you should have seen your face.
Damn, that was cool!

- That was really fine.
- You knew it was loaded, you wet end!

I'm gonna be in trouble now.
That Tupper babe saw me.

Shit, Gordie,
she thought it was firecrackers.

I don't care.
That was a mean trick, Chris.

Hey, Gordie...

I didn't know it was loaded.

- Honest.
- You swear?

Yeah, I swear.

- On your mother's name?
- Yeah.

Even if she goes to hell
"cause you lied?

Yeah, I swear.

Pinkie swear?

Pinkie swear.

Hey, girls, where you going?

Hey, come on, man.
My brother gave me that!

And now you're giving it to me.

Give it to me!
Come on, man, that's mine!

You're a real asshole, you know that?

Oh.

Your brother's not very polite, Eyeball.

Now, Christopher,

I know you didn't mean
to insult my friend.

I know he didn't mean to insult me.

That's why I'm gonna give him
the opportunity of taking it back.

- Oh, shit.
- Take it back, kid.

Come on, man, stop it,
you're hurting him.

You bastard! Let go, man.

- GORDIE: Stop it, man! Cut it out!
- Take it back, kid.

GORDIE: Cut it out!
ACE: Take it back.

You big... Okay, okay, I take it back.
I take it back.

There.

Now I feel a whole lot better
about this.

How about you?

Good.

See you later, girls.

Come on, just forget them.

VERN: What do we need
a pistol for, anyway?

It's spooky sleeping out at night
in the woods. You might see a bear.

Or a garbage can.

(ALL LAUGH)

I brought a comb.

What do we need a comb for?

Well, if we get on TV
we want to look good, don't we?

- That's a lot of thinking, Vern.
- VERN: Thanks.

Two for flinching.

VERN: Ow!

TEDDY: How far do you think
it's gonna be?

(SIGHS) If we follow the tracks
all the way into Harlow,

it'll be about 20 miles.

Sound about right to you, Gordie?

Yeah, it might even be 30.

Gee, maybe we should just hitchhike.

- No way, that sucks.
- Why not?

We could go out to Route Seven
to the Shiloh Church,

then down the Back Harlow Road.
We'll be there by sundown.

TEDDY: That's pussy.

VERN: Hey, it's a long ways.

TEDDY: Did your mother ever have
any kids that lived?

What do you mean?

ALL: (SINGING) Have gun, will travel
Reads the card of a man

A knight without armor
In a savage land

His fast gun for hire
Heeds the calling wind

A soldier of fortune
Is the man called Paladin

We have to fill up at the junkyard.
My dad said it's a safe well.

- Not if Chopper's there.
- If Chopper's there we'll send you in.

Ha, ha. Very funny.

Hey, I'm kind of hungry.
Who's got the food?

Oh, shit! Did anybody bring anything?

Not me. Gordie?

Oh! This is great. What are we
supposed to do? Eat our feet?

You mean,
you didn't bring anything, either?

Shit. This wasn't my idea.
It was Vern's idea.

Why didn't you bring something?

What am I supposed to do?
Think of everything? I brought the comb.

Oh, great, you brought the comb.

What do you need a comb for?
You don't even have any hair.

I brought it for you guys,
when we get there.

Hey, hey, hey!

Let's see how much money we got.

Yeah, I got $1.02.

And 68 cents from Chris.

Sixty cents from Teddy.

Seven cents, Vern?

I haven't found my pennies yet.

Well, $2.37 is not bad.

Quidaciolo's is at the end
of that little road

that goes by the junkyard.

I think we can get some stuff there.

Train coming.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

Geronimo!

Come on, Teddy.

No. Uh-uh.

I'm gonna dodge it.

Come on, Teddy, man.
Get off the tracks. You're crazy.

Train dodge. Dig it.

(HORN BLOWING)

Get the hell off the tracks, Teddy.
You want to get yourself killed?

Just like the beach at Normandy.

(MIMICS MACHINE GUN FIRING)

(HORN BLOWING)

- Come on, man. Come on.
- No, no!

CHRIS: Come on, man.
TEDDY: I'm gonna dodge the train!

(ALL SHOUTING)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

TEDDY: Don't tell me what to do
or I'll kill you.

You son of a bitch!

I was just trying
to save your life, man.

You want to Kill yourself?
Is that what you want, God damn it?

You tried to kill yourself.

(PANTING)

I don't need no babysitter.

You do, too.

Skin it.

I could have dodged it.

CHRIS: Listen, Teddy, you can dodge it
on the way back, man.

Peace.

Skin it.

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO)

You shake my nerves
And you rattle my brain

GORDIE: About this time,

Charlie and Billy
were playing mailbox baseball

with Ace and Eyeball.

Ah, shit, I'm out. God damn it!

Shouldn't have gone for a wooden one.
(CHUCKLES)

Why don't you tell me something
I don't know, asshole?

Billy, you're up.

Ah, you guys win.
I don't want to play no more.

You can't quit.

We only played three innings.
That'd be a non-official game.

Hey, Ace, uh, me and...

What's with you homos?
You've been acting psycho all day.

What is it?

It's nothing. Nothing.
It's nothing, right? (CHUCKLES)

Then if you gentlemen don't mind,
I'd like to finish this game

before I start collecting
my goddamn Social Security, okay?

You're up, Billy. Move it.

All right, give me this fucking stick.

Let's play ball.

EYEBALL: (CHUCKLES) Foul ball.

GORDIE: Hey, Vern, looks like
your ma's been out driving again.

Oh, that's so funny I forgot to laugh.

(MIMICS GUN COCKING)
Stand back, men!

(MIMICS EXPLOSION)

Paratroopers, over the side!

GORDIE: "No Trespassing” was enforced
by Milo Pressman, the junk man,

and his dog, Chopper,

the most feared and least seen dog
in Castle Rock.

Legend had it that Milo
had trained Chopper not just to sic,

but to sic specific parts
of the human anatomy.

Thus, a kid who had illegally scaled
the junkyard fence

might hear the dread cry,
"Chopper, sic balls!"

But right now, neither
the dread Chopper nor Milo

was anywhere in sight.

Teddy's crazy.

Where's the B.A.R?
Come on, men, move it out!

Yeah. He won't live to be 20, I bet.

Remember the time you saved him
in the tree?

Yeah.

You know, I dream about that sometimes.

Except in the dream I always miss him.

I just get a couple of his hairs
and down he goes.

It's weird.

Yeah, that is weird.

But you didn't miss him.

Chris Chambers never misses, does he?

Not even when
the ladies leave the seat down.

Hey, I'll race you.

- No, I don't think so.
- Right to the pump, man. Come on.

- I'm kind of tired. Go!
- Oh, you're a dead man, Lachance!

It looks like Lachance
has got him this time.

He's got Chambers beat.

But what's this?
Chambers is making his move.

Lachance is fading
and it's Chambers at the tape.

The crowd goes wild.

(MIMICS CROWD CHEERING)

(BOTH PANTING)

TEDDY: A 12-pointer.

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO)

TEDDY: Hey, you guys been watching
The Mickey Mouse Club lately?

ALL: Yeah.

I think Annette's tits
are getting bigger.

- You think so?
- Yeah, I think so.

Yeah, I think he's right.

I've been noticing lately
that the A and the E

are starting to bend around the sides.

(ALL LAUGHING)

- Annette's tits are great.
- BOTH: Yeah.

This is really a good time.

The most.

A blast.

GORDIE: Vern didn't just mean
being off-limits inside the junkyard

or fudging on our folks

or going on a hike
up the railroad tracks to Harlow.

He meant those things,

but it seems to me now it was more
and that we all knew it.

Everything was there and around us.

We knew exactly who we were
and exactly where we were going.

It was grand.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Great, spit at the fat kid. Real good.

What time is it, Gordie?

Um, it's a quarter after one.

We'd better go get the food.
Junkyard opens at 3:00.

Chopper'll be here.

Ooh, "sic balls." (LAUGHING)

You go.
You could pick us up on the way back.

I'm not going alone. We should all go.

- I'm staying right here.
- Yeah, man, I'm not going.

Girls, girls, girls, cool it.
we'll flip for it.

Okay.

Odd man goes.

That's you, Gordie, odd as a cod.

Flip or eat lead.

VERN: Four tails.

Oh, Jesus, man, that's a goocher.

- Oh, come on, Vern.
- That doesn't mean anything.

No, let's go again.

No, man, a goocher. That's really bad.

You remember when Clint Bracken
and those guys

got wiped out on Weed Hill in Durham?

Billy told me
they were flipping for beers

and they came up with a goocher
just before they got into the car.

And, bang! They all got totaled.

I don't like this. Sincerely.

Verno, nobody believes that crap
about moons and goochers.

It's baby stuff.
Now, come on, flip again.

-(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
- Come on baby, let the good times roll

You gonna flip or not?

Come on, Vern, we don't have all day.

Come on baby, let the good times roll

You lose, Gordie.

(CACKLING)

Gordie loses.

Old Gordie just screwed the pooch.

Does the word "retarded"
mean anything to you?

Gordie, go get the provisions,
you morphodite.

Don't call me any
of your mother's pet names.

What a wet end you are, Lachance.

Shut up.

I don't shut up...

ALL: ...l grow up.
And when I look at you, I throw up.

(ALL MIMIC GAGGING)

And then your mother goes
around the corner and she licks it up.

ALL: Ooh!

GORDIE: Finding new and preferably
disgusting ways

to degrade a friend's mother
was always held in high regard.

Ain't you Denny Lachance's brother?

Yes, sir.

Shame what happened to him.

The Bible says,
"In the midst of life we are in death."

Did you know that?

I lost a brother in Korea.

You look like your brother Denny.

People ever tell you that?

Sometimes.

I remember the year
he was All-Conference.

Quarterback, he played.

Boy, could he throw.

Father God and Sonny Jesus.

Could be some scouts
at the game tomorrow.

- I don't know, Pop.
- Dad, could I have the potatoes?

MR. LACHANCE: That's what I hear, son.

MRS. LACHANCE: Are you going
to see Jane after the game?

I think she's a lovely girl.

GORDIE: Dad,
may I please have the potatoes?

Dorothy, don't talk to the boy
about girls.

He shouldn't be thinking about girls.
This is the biggest game of his life.

Dennis, when you're
out there tomorrow...

Pop, did you read
the story that Gordie wrote?

Gordie wrote a story.

It was really good.

MRS. LACHANCE.
What did you write, sweetheart?

Now, see, that's what I'm talking about.
Football takes concentration.

You start in on the girls
and his mind's all over the place.

Gordie, I really liked it.

I thought it was great.

MR. LACHANCE.
I don't want you interrupting me.

Now, you see I'm talking to the boy,
don't you?

STOREKEEPER: You play football?

Hmm?

Do you play football?

No.

What do you do?

I don't know.

Yeah, well, your brother, Denny,
sure could play football.

Here you go, kid.
Buck-and-a-half of hamburger.

Hey! Hey, you, kid! What are you
doing there? Come over here!

You, come back here, God damn it!
I'll sic my dog on you.

- Run, Gordie, run!
- Run, Gordie!

MILO: Chopper, sic him! Sic him, boy!

GORDIE: Now, he said, "Sic him, boy."

But what I heard was,
"Chopper, sic balls."”

-(DOG BARKING)
-(SCREAMING)

(BARKING)

That's Chopper?

GORDIE: Chopper was my first lesson

in the vast difference
between myth and reality.

Come on, Choppie. Kiss my ass, Choppie.
Kiss my ass.

Come on, bite shit.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Go on, Choppie. Sic balls, Choppie.

You kids, stop teasing that dog!
You hear me? Stop teasing him!

Sonny, I'm gonna beat your ass,
teasing my dog like that!

Yeah, I'd like to see you try
and climb over this fence

-and get me, fat ass!
- Don't you call me that!

You little tin-weasel
peckerwood loony's son!

What did you call me?

I know who you are.
You're Teddy Duchamp.

Your dad's a loony.

A loony up in the nuthouse at Togus.

He took your ear and he put it
to a stove and he burned it off.

My father stormed the beach at Normandy.

He's crazier than a shithouse rat.

No wonder you're acting the way you are,

with a loony for a father.

You call my dad a loony again
and I'll kill you.

Loony, loony, loony.

I'm gonna rip your head off
and shit down your neck!

- CHRIS: Come on, Teddy.
- No, I'm gonna kill him!

You come on and try it,
you little slimy bastard.

He wants you to go over there
so he can beat the piss out of you

and then take you to the cops.

You watch your mouth, smart guy.
Let him do his own fighting.

Sure, you only outweigh him
by 500 pounds, fat ass.

I know your name.

You're Lachance. I know all you guys.

And all your fathers are gonna
get a call from me.

Except for the loony up in Togus.

- Come on, man.
- I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna kill you!

- CHRIS: Get him away from that man.
- You little foul-mouthed whoremaster.

You son of a bitch!

MILO: You come back here.

Come back here, you hear me?

- Nobody ranks out my old man.
- MILO: Come back here.

My father stormed the beach at Normandy!

MILO: I said come back here!

- He stormed the beach, you faggot!
- MILO: Come back here.

We showed him.
Thought we were a bunch of pussies.

He ranked my old man. (SOBBING)

GORDIE: I wondered
how Teddy could care so much

for his dad who'd practically killed him

and I couldn't give a shit
about my own dad

who hadn't laid a hand on me
since I was three.

And that was for eating bleach
under the sink.

He ranked my old man.

What do you care what a fat old pile
of shit like him says about your dad?

He still stormed the beach
at Normandy, right?

Yeah, forget it.

Do you think that pile of shit
was at Normandy?

Forget it, all right?

He don't know nothing
about your old man. He's just dog shit.

Whatever's between you and your old man,
he can't change that.

Forget it, all right? Just forget it!

(SNIFFLING)

(SINGING) Have gun, will travel
Reads the card of a man

A knight without armor
In a savage...

I'm sorry if I'm spoiling
everybody's good time.

It's okay, man. It's okay.

I'm not sure it should be a good time.

You saying you want to go back?

No.

But going to see a dead kid,
maybe it shouldn't be a party.

Yeah, like if he's really bad.

Like all cut up and blood
and shit all over him,

- I might have nightmares.
- Come on, Vern.

You know, like all guts and eyeballs
all ready to jump and grab...

- Shut up, Vern. God damn it!
- GORDIE: Come on, Vern.

I can't help it.

Sorry.

GORDIE: It was only a quarter to three,

but it felt much later.

It was too hot
and too much had happened.

We weren't even close
to the Royal River yet.

We were gonna have to get moving

if we were gonna make
some real miles before dark.

-(MUSIC PLAYING)
- I wonder, wonder who, who-ooh, who

Who wrote the Book of Love?

Who wrote the Book of Love?

EYEBALL: Just hold still, will you?

Tell me, tell me, tell me

Oh, who wrote the Book of Love?

I've got to know the answer

So, uh, what's with you
and this Connie Palermo chick?

Ah, I've been seeing her
for over a month now,

and all she'll let me do
is feel her tits. (SCOFFS)

She's a Catholic, man.
They're all like that.

You want to get laid,
you got to get yourself a Protestant.

- A Jew's good.
-(CHUCKLES)

MAN ON RADIO: A KLAM news break.

We interrupt to bring you an update

on the search for the missing
12-year-old Ray Brower.

The police have expanded their efforts
to include Motton,

Durham and the outlying areas.

EYEBALL: Shit,
when are they gonna give up?

The kid's gone.
They're never gonna find him.

- Not where they're looking.
- BILLY: Hey.

Eyeball's right, Charlie,
they ain't never gonna find him.

Would you hold still?
You're making me fuck up the snake part.

I'll tell you how
they're gonna find him.

Ten years from now, some hunter's
gonna go in the woods to take a leak,

wind up pissing on his bones.

I bet you a thousand bucks
they find him before that.

Bet you $2,000 they don't.

- Well, asshole...
- BILLY: Hey, what's the big deal?

- Who cares?
- Would you two just shut the fuck up?

If either one of you assholes
had $2,000, I'd kill you both.

BOB ON RADIO: Hey, we're back here
with The Bossman, Bob Cormier.

From the racks and stacks,
it's the best on wax.

It's the Chordettes, with Lollipop.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

Lollipop, Lollipop
Oh, Lolli, Lolli, Lolli

BOTH: Lollipop, Lollipop
Oh, Lolli, Lolli, Lolli

Lollipop, Lollipop
Oh, Lolli, Lolli, Lolli

- Lollipop
-(POPS)

Badum bum bum

Lollipop, Lollipop
Oh, Lolli, Lolli, Lolli

Lollipop, Lollipop
Oh, Lolli, Lolli, Lolli

Hey, I got some Winstons.

Hocked them off my old man's dresser.

One apiece for after supper.

- Yeah, that's cool.
- Yeah.

That's when a cigarette tastes best,
after supper.

Right.

Do you think I'm weird?

- Definitely.
- No, man, seriously.

Am I weird?

Yeah, but so what? Everybody's weird.

You ready for school?

No.

Junior high.

You know what that means.

By next June we'll all be split up.

What are you talking about?
Why would that happen?

"Cause it's not gonna be
like grammar school, that's why.

You'll be taking your college courses,
and me, Teddy, and Vern,

we'll all be in the shop courses
with the rest of the retards

making ashtrays and birdhouses.

You're gonna meet a lot of new guys.
Smart guys.

- Meet a lot of pussies is what you mean.
- No, man.

Don't say that. Don't even think that.

I'm not going in
with a lot of pussies, forget it.

Well, then you're an asshole.

What's asshole about wanting
to be with your friends?

It's asshole if your friends
drag you down.

You hang with us, you'll just be
another wise guy with shit for brains.

You think Mighty Mouse could
beat up Superman?

- What are you, cracked?
- Why not?

I saw the other day, he was carrying
five elephants in one hand.

Boy, you don't know nothing.

Mighty Mouse is a cartoon.

Superman is a real guy.

No way a cartoon
could beat up a real guy.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

- Would be a good fight, though.
-(SCOFFS)

I mean, you could be
a real writer someday, Gordie.

Fuck writing!
I don't want to be a writer.

It's stupid.
It's a stupid waste of time.

That's your dad talking.

- Bullshit!
- Bull-true!

I know how your dad feels about you.
He doesn't give a shit about you.

Denny was the one he cared about,
and don't try to tell me different.

You're just a kid, Gordie.

Oh, gee. Thanks, Dad.

I wish the hell I was your dad.

You wouldn't be going around talking

about taking these stupid
shop courses if I was.

It's like God gave you something, man.

All those stories that you can make up,

and He said, "This is what we got
for you, kid. Try not to lose it."

But kids lose everything unless there's
someone there to look out for them.

And if your parents are too fucked up
to do it, then maybe I should.

VERN: Come on, you guys,
let's get moving.

Yeah, by the time we get there
the kid won't even be dead anymore.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

Everyday it's a-getting closer

Going faster than a rollercoaster

Love like yours will surely come my way

A-hey, a-hey-hey

Everyday it's a-getting faster

Everyone said, "Go ahead and ask her"

Love like yours will surely come my way

Any of you guys know
when the next train is due?

We could go down
to the Route 136 bridge.

What? Are you crazy?
That's five miles down the river.

You walk five miles down the river,
you got to walk five miles back.

That could take till dark.

We go across here, we can get
to the same place in 10 minutes.

Yeah, but if a train comes,
there's nowheres to go.

Hell there isn't. You just jump.

- Teddy, it's 100 feet.
- Yeah, Teddy.

Look, you guys can go around
if you want to.

I'm crossing here.

And while you guys
are dragging your candy asses

halfway across the state and back,

I'll be waiting for you
on the other side,

relaxing with my thoughts.

You use your left hand
or your right hand for that?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

You wish.

(SIGHS)

I lost the comb.

Forget it, Vern.

(TRAIN CHUGGING)

Train!

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

Oh, shit!

Move it, man! Go on! Move it!

Get up, Vern! Damn it!

Get up! Move it!

Shit, Vern!

- Get up, man!
- I don't want to. We're gonna fall.

(YELLING) We're gonna die, damn it!
Get up!

- Go.
-(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

Go, man! Go!

- Vern, you got to go faster!
- I can't, Gordie!

Run!

Run. Run, man! Move your ass, man!

Faster! Move it!

Move it! Run, run!

Run! Go!

- Run, God damn it, run!
- Run, run, run!

Faster!

(GORDIE COUGHING)

(VERN GROANING)

Hey, at least now we know
when the next train was due.

-(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
- Dom-dom dom-dom dom-de-doo-be

Dom dom dom dom dom dom-de-doo-be

Man, that was the all-time train dodge.
Too cool.

Vern, you were so scared

you looked like that fat guy
in Abbott and Costello

when he saw the mummy.

I wasn't that scared.

- Vern.
- Come on.

No, really, I wasn't. Sincerely.

Okay, then you won't mind if we check

the seat of your Jockeys
for Hershey squirts, will you?

Go screw.

Hey, Vern, you'd better turn yours over.

- This is the way I like to do it.
- CHRIS: Fine.

Oh, man! Oh, no, man!

You got any more, Gordie?

- Sorry, Vern.
-(ALL LAUGHING)

This is not funny.
What am I supposed to eat?

- Why don't you cook your dick?
- It'd be a small meal.

(ALL LAUGHING)

A-ha! Screw you guys, I got it.

(LAUGHS)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

Nothing like a smoke after a meal.

Yeah, I cherish these moments.

(GUFFAWS)

What? What did I say?

Hey, Gordo,
why don't you tell us a story?

Oh, I don't know.

- Oh, come on.
- Yeah, come on, Gordo.

But not one
of your horror stories, okay?

I don't want to hear no horror stories.
I'm not up for that, man.

Why don't you tell us one
about Sergeant Steele

and his battling leathernecks?

Well, the one I've been thinking about
is kind of different.

It's about this pie-eating contest.

The main guy of the story
is this fat kid that nobody likes,

named Davie Hogan.

Like Charlie Hogan's brother,
if he had one.

Good, Vern.

Go on, Gordie.

Well, this kid, he's our age,
but he's fat. Real fat.

He weighs close to 180, but you know,
it's not his fault. It's his glands.

Oh, yeah, my cousin's like that.
Sincerely.

She weighs over 300 pounds.

Supposed to be a "hyboid" gland
or something.

I don't know about any "hyboid" gland,
but what a blimp!

No shit.
She looks like a Thanksgiving turkey.

- And, you know, this one time...
- Will you shut up, Vern?

Yeah. Yeah, right.
Go on, Gordie. It's a swell story.

Well, all the kids,
instead of calling him Davie,

they call him Lardass. Lardass Hogan.

Even his little brother
and sister call him Lardass.

At school they put this sticker
on his back that says, "Wide Load."

And they rank him out and beat him up
whenever they get a chance.

But one day he gets an idea.

The greatest revenge idea
a kid ever had.

(FEEDBACK WHINES)

- Is this thing on? Can you hear me?
- CROWD: Yeah!

Now, the next contestant
in the Great Tri-County Pie Eat,

Principal John Wiggins.

And our celebrity contestant,
from KLAM in Portland,

The Bossman himself, Bob Cormier!

(CROWD CHEERING)

Thanks, man.

Hey, from the racks and stacks,
it's the best on wax.

How about another double golden oldie
twin-spin sound sandwich

from KLAM in Portland?

- It's...
- ALL: Boss!

(CROWD CHEERING)

Next, a newcomer to the Pie Eat,
but one we expect

great things from in the future,
young master David Hogan.

(GRUNTS)

(CROWD CHUCKLES)

- Are you all right, young man?
- Hey, Lardass, how was your trip?

(ALL LAUGHING)

I hear you got a big appetite, Lardass.

Don't even think about winning this.

Boy, are you fat.

(CROWD LAUGHING)

Don't pay any attention
to those fools, Lardass.

(CHUCKLES) Davie.

TOGETHER: Boom, ba-ha boom, ha-ha...

(CROWD CHUCKLES)

Boom, ba-ba boom, ba-ba boom.

(CROWD LAUGHS)

And now, the one
you've all been waiting for.

The four-time champion,
our own Bill Travis.

(CROWD CHEERS)

Listen I got 10 riding
on you myself, Billy boy.

All right. Are you ready?

Hands behind your backs, gentlemen.

- Drum roll.
-(DRUMS PLAYING)

BOTH: Hey, Lardass.
Chow down, Wide Load.

(CROWD LAUGHING)

(SNICKERS) Go!

-(CROWD CHEERING)
(BAND PLAYING MUSIC)

Done!

Done!

Done!

Bill!

Done!

You better pace yourself,
if you want to hold out, boy.

Come on, Lardass!

CROWD: (CHANTING) Lardass!

GORDIE: What the audience didn't know,

was that Lardass
wasn't really interested in winning.

What he wanted was revenge.

And right before he was introduced,
he'd gotten ready for it.

MAYOR GRUNDY: Principal John Wiggins.

And our celebrity contestant
from KLAM in Portland,

(GRUNTS)

The Bossman himself, Bob Cormier!

(CROWD CHEERING IN DISTANCE)

BOB: Hey, from the racks and stacks,
it's the best on wax.

How about another double golden oldie
twin-spin sound sandwich

from KLAM in Portland?

It's...

Done.

CROWD: (CHANTING)
Lardass! Lardass! Lardass!

GORDIE: Diving into his fifth pie,

Lardass began to imagine
that he wasn't eating pies.

He pretended he was eating cow flops

and rat guts in blueberry sauce.

Done.

CROWD: (CHANTING) Lardass!

GORDIE: Slowly, a sound started to build
in Lardass' stomach.

(STOMACH RUMBLING LOUDLY)

A strange and scary sound,

like a log truck coming at you
at 100 miles an hour.

(STOMACH RUMBLING LOUDLY)

Suddenly, Lardass opened his mouth.

And before Bill Travis knew it,

he was covered with five pies'
worth of used blueberries.

- The women in the audience screamed.
-(CROWD SCREAMING)

Bossman Bob Cormier took one look
at Bill Travis

and barfed on Principal Wiggins.

Principal Wiggins barfed
on the lumberjack

that was sitting next to him.

Mayor Grundy barfed on his wife's tits!

But when the smell hit the crowd,

that's when Lardass' plan
really started to work.

Girlfriends barfed on boyfriends.

- Kids barfed on their parents.
-(CROWD GROANING)

A fat lady barfed in her purse.

The Donelley twins barfed on each other.

And the Women's Auxiliary barfed

all over the Benevolent Order
of Antelopes.

And Lardass just sat back
and enjoyed what he'd created.

- A complete and total barf-o-rama.
-(CROWD SCREAMING)

(ALL HOOTING AND LAUGHING)

- VERN: Too cool! Too cool!
- Man, that was the best, just the best.

- Yeah.
- Then what happened?

What do you mean?

I mean, what happened?

What do you mean, "What happened?"
That's the end.

How can that be the end?

What kind of an ending is that?
What happened to Lardass?

I don't know.

Maybe he went home and celebrated
with a couple of cheeseburgers.

Jeez, that ending sucks.

Why don't you make it
so that Lardass goes home

and he shoots his father?

Then he runs away and he joins
the Texas Rangers. How about that?

Uh, I don't know.

Something good like that.

I like the ending.
The barfing was really good.

But there's one thing
I didn't understand.

Did Lardass have to pay
to get into the contest?

No, Vern, they just let him in.

Oh. Oh, great, great story.

Yeah, it's a great story, Gordie.
I just didn't like the ending.

Hey, Verno, where's the radio?
Let's see if we can get some sounds.

Here.

-(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
- Dom dom, dom do dom, ooby do

Dom dom, dom do dom

GORDIE: We talked into the night.

The kind of talk that seemed important
until you discover girls.

GORDIE: All right. All right.

Mickey's a mouse. Donald's a duck.
Pluto's a dog.

What's Goofy?

If I could only have one food
for the rest of my life?

That's easy. Pez.

Cherry-flavored Pez.
No question about it.

Goofy's a dog. He's definitely a dog.

I knew The $64,000 Question was fixed.

There's no way anybody could know
that much about opera.

He can't be a dog.
He wears a hat and drives a car.

Wagon Train is a really cool show,

but did you ever notice
that they never get anywhere?

They just keep wagon-training.

God, that's weird.

What the hell is Goofy?

GORDIE:
Not one of us mentioned Ray Brower,

but we were all thinking about him.

(CREATURE HOWLING IN THE DISTANCE)

Oh, my God.

TEDDY: It's that Brower kid.

His ghost is out walking in the woods.

(HOWLING CONTINUES)

I promise I won't hock
no more dirty books.

I promise I won't say
no more bad swears.

I promise I'll eat all my lima beans.

-(GASPS)
- Two for flinching.

(HOWLING CONTINUES)

What is it, Chris?

Maybe it's coyotes.

Sounds like a woman screaming.

It's not coyotes. It's his ghost.

Oh, don't say that.

Hey, Teddy, sit down.

I wanna go look for it.
I want to see the ghost.

VERN: Don't say that.

TEDDY: I just want to see it!
I just want to see what he looks like.

-(HOWLING INTENSIFIES)
- Jesus H. bald-headed Christ!

Maybe we should stand guard.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

Give me the gun.
I'll take the first watch.

2300 hours.
Corporal Teddy Duchamp stands guard.

No sign of the enemy.
The fort is secure.

CHRIS: Shut up, Teddy,
and keep your eyes peeled.

(IMITATES BUGLE PLAYING TAPS)

(ALL GROANING)

- Teddy, cut it out, okay?
- VERN: I'm trying to sleep.

(SIGHS)

The dogfaces rested easy

in the knowledge that
Corporal Teddy Duchamp

was protecting all
that was dear to them.

CHRIS: Teddy.

(BREATHING RAPIDLY)

(CRICKETS CHIRP)

(FROG CROAKS)

(OWL HOOTS)

(GORDIE GROANING)

(COFFIN CREAKING)

(COFFIN THUDS)

It should have been you, Gordon.

(GASPS)

Are you okay?

Huh?

You were dreaming.

I didn't cry at Denny's funeral.

I miss him, Chris.

I really miss him.

I know.

Go back to sleep.

Maybe you could go
into the college courses with me.

(SCOFFS) That'll be the day.

Why not? You're smart enough.

They won't let me.

What do you mean?

It's the way that people think
of my family in this town.

It's the way they think of me.

I'm just one of those
low-life Chambers kids.

That's not true.

Oh, it is.

No one even asked me
if I took the milk money that time.

I just got a three-day vacation.

Did you take it?

Yeah, I took it. You knew I took it.

Teddy knew I took it.

Everyone knew I took it.

Even Vern knew it, I think.

(SIGHS) But maybe I was sorry,
and I tried to give it back.

You tried to give it back?

Maybe, just maybe.

And maybe I took it
to old lady Simons and told her,

and the money was all there.

But I still got a three-day vacation,
because it never showed up.

And maybe the next week, old lady Simons

had this brand new skirt on
when she came to school.

Yeah! Yeah, it was brown
and had dots on it.

Yeah.

So let's just say
that I stole the milk money,

but old lady Simons
stole it back from me.

Just suppose that I told this story.

Me, Chris Chambers,
kid brother to Eyeball Chambers.

Do you think that anyone
would have believed it?

No.

And do you think that that bitch

would have dared tried
something like that

if it'd been one of those douche bags

from up on the View,
if they had taken the money?

- No way.
- Hell, no.

But, with me...

I'm sure she had her eye
on that skirt for a long time.

Anyway, she saw her chance
and she took it.

I was the stupid one
for even trying to give it back.

(CRYING) I just never thought...

I never thought that a teacher...

Oh, who gives a fuck anyway?

(SOBBING)

I just wish

that I could go some place
where nobody knows me.

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

(SNIFFLES)

I guess I'm just a pussy, huh?

No way, man.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

GORDIE:
The freight woke up the other guys

and it was on the tip of my tongue
to tell them about the deer,

but I didn't.

That was the one thing I kept to myself.

I've never spoken or written of it
until just now.

-(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
- Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Jeez, Gordie, how come
you didn't get some breakfast stuff

like Twinkies, and Pez, and root beer?

Sorry, Vern. I guess a more experienced
shopper could've gotten more

for your seven cents.

GORDIE: With our stomachs rumbling,
we pressed on toward the Royal River.

The reality of Ray Brower was growing,
and kept us moving despite the heat.

For me, the idea
of seeing that kid's dead body

was starting to become an obsession.

CHRIS: Gentlemen, the Royal.

God, the tracks go way out of the way.

If we cut across this field right here,
we'll be there in an hour.

I think we should stick to the tracks.

I say we go across the field.

Gordie?

- Yeah.
- Let's go.

Take no prisoners!
(MIMICS MACHINE GUN FIRING)

Hey, you guys,
it's a lot safer if we, uh...

TEDDY: Come on, men.
Let's take on the...

VERN: You don't know
what's in those woods.

- TEDDY: Let's go. We're gonna get...
- Hey, you guys, wait up for me!

(VERN GRUNTS)

-(MUSIC PLAYING)
- Yip yip yip yip yip yip

Sha na na na, sha na na nana

Ace, I got to tell you something,

but you got to swear
on your mother's good name

that you won't tell anybody.

You got it, pal.

BILLY: Hey, Eyeball,
you know that Brower kid?

EYEBALL: What about him?

I could tell you something about him,

but you got to swear
on your mother's good name

you ain't gonna tell nobody.

GORDIE: Billy and Charlie had managed

to keep their enormous secret
for about 36 hours.

A personal record for both of them.

By noon, Ace and Eyeball had told
their secret to everybody in the gang.

I guess for those guys,

protecting their mother's good name
wasn't a top priority.

Hey, listen, Ace. Uh...
Maybe me and Charlie shouldn't go.

Yeah, maybe you could go without us.

(SCOFFS) You guys are acting like
my grandmother having a conniption fit.

I don't see your problem.

We go up with a whole bunch
of fishing gear,

and if a cop asks us
what we're doing there,

"We're just here to take
a couple of steelhead out of the river

"and look what we found."

Yeah, come on, man,
we're gonna be famous.

We're gonna be on every radio
and TV show in the country.

I still don't think we should go.

Okay. Okay.

You've stated your position clearly.

Now, I'm gonna state mine.

Get in the fucking car. Now!

- Let's go.
- EYEBALL: Yeah, let's go.

- I hate this shortcut.
-(MOCKINGLY) "I hate this shortcut."”

(GUFFAWS)

You flinched! Two for flinching.

But you flinched.

I know. Two for flinching.

How are we supposed to get across this?

- We use you as a raft.
- Very funny.

Hey, you know, it's not that deep.
We can walk across.

(ALL GASPING)

I told you we should have stuck
to the tracks.

Is it me, or are you
the world's biggest pussy?

I suppose this is fun for you.

No, but this is.

-(YELLS)
(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

Want some more?

- VERN: Stop it, come on!
- Come on, Teddy, act your age.

This is my age.

I'm in the prime of my youth,
and I'll only be young once.

Yeah, but you're going to be stupid
for the rest of your life.

- Ha! Rank-out!
- Oh, that's it, Chambers.

You just signed your own death warrant.

You die, Chambers!

(ALL YELLING)

TEDDY: Get him! Get Vern!

-(LAUGHS) Vern Tessio dies!
- VERN: No, Teddy, you're gonna die!

(TEDDY SCREAMS)

Hey, where do you think
you're going, Lachance?

- TEDDY: Yeah, Lachance?
- Come on, you guys.

Pile on!

Come on, you guys.
I don't wanna do this.

CHRIS: Pile on!

Get off!

(ALL YELLING)

- Sleeper hold. Sleeper hold.
- Stop it. I'm serious.

No one gets out of a sleeper hold.

Vern, there's something on your neck.

Yeah, right, I'm not falling
for that one, Lachance.

No, Vern,
there is something on your neck.

It's a leech. Leeches!

Oh, my God!

(ALL SCREAMING)

Leeches. Leeches.

Jesus Christ!

Oh, my God!

(ALL WHIMPERING)

Get them off!

VERN: They're on me! (WHIMPERING)

CHRIS: Gordie, man,
there's some on your back.

GORDIE: Get them off!

TEDDY: Oh, my God!
They're all over my legs!

CHRIS: They're on your back!

Are there any on mine, man?

(PANTING)

Oh, Chris.

Oh, shit, Chris.

Oh, shit, man.

-(THUDS)
- Gordie, man, are you okay?

(ALL CLAMORING)

- Can you hear me?
- TEDDY: Okay.

CHRIS: Gordie, are you there?

VERN: Maybe he's dead.

He's not dead.
He's still breathing, you idiot.

Well, I don't know.

Hey, just cool it, you guys.
He just fainted.

Gordie?

God, I never met anybody
who fainted before.

Maybe he made a bad mistake
and looked at your face.

Shut up, Teddy.

You okay, Gordie?

- Yeah.
- CHRIS: Let's go.

CHRIS: Maybe we should take Gordie back.

TEDDY: Oh, great, Chambers,
now you're turning pussy, too!

CHRIS: What's your problem, Duchamp?

He had a leech hanging from his balls.
He fainted.

TEDDY: What are you? His mother?

CHRIS: Eat shit.
TEDDY: You eat shit!

VERN: Hey, hey, hey!

I think Chris is right. Let's go back.

(SCOFFS) What a surprise!

The king of the pussies wants
to go back, too.

- Stop calling me that.
- What, "Pussy?"

- Stop it! Stop it!
- Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!

You four-eyed psycho!

(GRUNTING) Get off me!

VERN: Two for flinching. Do you like it?
Do you like it? Two for flinching.

-(WHISPERS) Stop it.
VERN: You like it, huh, Teddy?

- CHRIS: Come on, you guys. Break it up.
- Stop it. Stop it!

I'm not going back.

- Idiot.
- Shut up! Retard.

GORDIE: At the time, I didn't know why

I needed to see that body so badly.

Even if no one had followed me,
I would have gone on alone.

-(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
- Take out the papers and the trash

Or you don't get no spendin' cash

-(ALL WHOOPING)
_(HORN BLARING)

No way, Ace! Not this time, man. No way!

- Go for it, Vince. Go for it.
- You want to race? Oh, yeah?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(ENGINES REVVING)

(ALL YELLING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Oh, my God, I got him. I got him.

You are history, guy. History!

- Fall back, Ace.
- Come on, don't fuck around.

(TRUCK HORN BLARING)

- Jesus Christ, Ace! Fall back, man!
- What are you doing?

(HORN CONTINUES BLARING)

CHARLIE: Ace, fall back, man!

We're gonna die!

(SCREAMING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Shit, man! Shit!

I won.

EYEBALL: You let him beat you,
you cock-knocker. (CACKLES)

Coming through the woods,
I bet we saved over an hour.

- Teddy?
- Yeah?

Is this the Back Harlow Road?

Yeah.

The Brower kid must be
around here some place.

Teddy, you and Vern
watch the left side of the tracks.

- We'll take the right.
- All right.

VERN: There he is! I see him! Look!

Look over there! I see him! I see him!

GORDIE: None of us could breathe.

Somewhere under those bushes
was the rest of Ray Brower.

The train had knocked Ray Brower
out of his Keds,

Just like it had knocked the life
out of his body.

Jesus.

GORDIE: The kid wasn't sick.

The kid wasn't sleeping.

The kid was dead.

CHRIS: Let's look
for some long branches.

We'll build him a stretcher.

Gordie?

Why did you have to die?

VERN: What's the matter with Gordie?

CHRIS: Nothing.

Why don't you guys just go over there
and look for some branches, okay?

Okay.

Why did he have to die, Chris?

Why did Denny have to die? Why?

I don't know.

- It should have been me.
- Don't say that.

- It should have been me.
- Don't say that, man.

I'm no good.
My dad said it. I'm no good.

He doesn't know you.

(BREATH TREMBLING) He hates me.

He doesn't hate you.

-(CRYING) He hates me.
- No.

He just doesn't know you.

He hates me. My dad hates me.

(SOBBING)

He hates me. Oh, God.

You're gonna be
a great writer someday, Gordie.

You might even write about us guys,
if you ever get hard up for material.

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

(SNIFFLES)

I guess I'd have to be
pretty hard up, huh?

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

ACE: What the fuck
do you know about this?

Son of a bitch! My little brother.

You wasn't planning on taking
the body from us, was you, boys?

CHRIS: You get away, man.

We found him. We got dibs.

Aw, we better start running, Eyeball.
They got dibs.

We earned him, man.
You guys came in a car.

That's not fair. He's ours.

"That's not fair. He's ours."

Well, not anymore.

There are four of us, Eyeball.
You just make your move.

Oh, we will. Don't you worry.

Vern, you little son of a whore.

- You was under the porch.
- No. No, I swear it wasn't me.

You little keyhole-peeping bung.

I ought to beat
the living shit out of you.

(SNAPS FINGERS)

You guys have two choices.

You either leave quietly
and we take the body

or you stay
and we beat the shit out of you.

And we take the body.

Besides, me and Billy found him first.

Yeah, Vern told us how you found him.

(MOCKINGLY) "Oh, Billy,
I wish we'd never boosted that car."

"Oh, Billy, I think I just turned

"my Fruit of the Looms
into a fudge factory."

- That's it. Your ass is grass!
- Hold it.

Okay, Chambers, you little faggot.

This is your last chance.

What do you say, kid?

Why don't you go home
and fuck your mother some more?

(SIGHS)

You're dead.

Come on, Chris, let's split.

CHRIS: They're not taking him.
TEDDY: Come on, man, this is crazy.

- They're not taking him.
- He's got a knife, man.

Ace, come on, man.

You're gonna have to kill me, Ace.

No problem.

(GUN FIRES)

You're not taking him.
Nobody's taking him.

Come on, kid, just give me the gun
before you take your foot off.

You ain't got the sack
to shoot a woodchuck.

Don't move, Ace.

I'll kill you. I swear to God.

Come on, Lachance, give me the gun.

You must have at least some
of your brother's good sense.

(COCKS GUN)

Suck my fat one,
you cheap dime-store hood.

What are you going to do, shoot us all?

No, Ace, just you.

We're gonna get you for this.

Maybe you will and maybe you won't.

Oh, we will.

We're not gonna forget this,
if that's what you're thinking.

This is big time, baby.

"Suck my fat one?"

Whoever told you
you had a fat one, Lachance?

Biggest one in four counties.

(LAUGHS) Yeah.

Are we gonna take him?

No.

But we came all this way.

We were supposed to be heroes.

Not this way, Teddy.

Chris, give me a hand.

GORDIE: Ray Brower's body was found,

but neither our gang
nor their gang got the credit.

In the end, we decided

that an anonymous phone call
was the best thing to do.

We headed home.

And although many thoughts
raced through our minds,

we barely spoke.

We walked through the night
and made it back to Castle Rock

a little past five o'clock
on Sunday morning,

the day before Labor Day.

We'd only been gone two days
but somehow the town seemed different.

Smaller.

Well...

See you in school.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

See you in junior high.

A penny.

(SCOFFS)

Well, guys, I better get home

before my mom puts me
on the Ten Most Wanted list.

Hey, Chris?

No hard feelings, okay?

No way, man.

(SINGING) Gun, will travel
Reads the card of a man

A knight without armor
In a savage land

His fast gun for hire
Heeds the calling wind

GORDIE: As time went on, we saw less
and less of Teddy and Vern

until eventually they became
Just two more faces in the halls.

It happens sometimes.

Friends come in and out of your life
like busboys in a restaurant.

I heard that Vern got married
out of high school, had four kids,

and is now the forklift operator
at the Arsenault Lumber Yard.

Teddy tried several times
to get into the army,

but his eyes and his ear kept him out.

Last I'd heard,
he'd spent some time in jail

and was now doing odd jobs
around Castle Rock.

I'm never gonna get out
of this town, am I, Gordie?

You can do anything you want, man.

Yeah, sure.

Give me some skin.

I'll see you.

Not if I see you first.

GORDIE: Chris did get out.

He enrolled
in the college courses with me.

And although it was hard,
he gutted it out like he always did.

He went on to college
and eventually became a lawyer.

Last week, he entered
a fast-food restaurant.

Just ahead of him,
two men got into an argument.

One of them pulled a knife.

Chris, who had always made
the best peace,

tried to break it up.

He was stabbed in the throat.

He died almost instantly.

(DOOR OPENS)

Dad, can we go now?

- You ready?
- Yeah, we've been ready for an hour.

(LAUGHS)

Okay, I'll be right there.

He said that a half hour ago.

GORDIE'S SON: Yeah, my dad's weird.
He gets like that when he's writing.

(CHUCKLES)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

When the night has come

And the land is dark

And the moon is the only light we'll see

No, I won't be afraid

Oh, I won't be afraid

Just as long as you stand

Stand by me

So darlin', darlin', stand by me

Oh, stand by me

Oh, stand

Stand by me, stand by me

If the sky that we look upon

Should tumble and fall

Or the mountains should crumble
To the sea

I won't cry, I won't cry

No, I won't shed a tear

Just as long as you stand

Stand by me

And darlin', darlin', stand by me

Oh, stand by me

Whoa, stand now

Stand by me, stand by me

Darlin', darlin', stand by me

Oh, stand by me

Oh, stand

Stand by me, stand by me

If the sky that we look upon

Should tumble and fall

Or the mountains should crumble
To the sea

I won't cry, I won't cry

No, I won't shed a tear

Just as long as you stand

Stand by me

And darlin', darlin', stand by me

Oh, stand by me

Whoa, stand now

Stand by me, stand by me

Darlin', darlin', stand by me

Oh, stand by me

Oh, stand

Stand by me, stand by me