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Miss Bird said...

cheerful.

Is that a strange feeling? Not dizzy, like you're about to faint?

It's that writing, Thad. Since those stories you have this.

Sitting in the dark...

Can it overload of his eyes, doctor?

Maybe. But that one bird sounds he hears,

that could be a sign of more than tired eyes.

It's not an emergency, but we have to pay attention.

Do you want to become a writer?

You need a typewriter buy for him.

We have one in mind. We saved for it.

Should we just buy it?

You're still missing your bus, Thad.

Come on, sir.

Thaddeus?

All this in one morning?

There's something about Thad Beaumont.

Stay put, everyone.

What's wrong, Thad?

A window in the left upper half of the skull.

I open it.

Hilary, behave yourself.

Provide replacement. - What's that?

Once they were twins, now it's nothing.

Included in the system.

We hold 18 units valium.

We have an eye, kind of nostril, two teeth.

There is a hole in one of them.

It was a year ago it submicroscopic.

Somehow that thing started to grow.

Don't ask me how that's possible.

We located a very rare form of tumor.

But we got there just in time.

I notice an increase of blood pressure.

What now?

23 YEARS LATER

Rain and storm in Dallas, beware of very stormy weather.

It is possible a tornado coming.

Can mommy have a moment?

Don't do that, William.

Sorry - A born editor.

Is it that bad?

That's okay. I have something for you.

Very handy of me.

Just play with this.

What do you think? - Last page.

Nothing? - What?

It's beautiful.

Nine pages all night... - Nine beautiful pages.

A bestseller? - So what? It's going to be beautiful.

You will really succeed.

It doesn't come easy.

We are people. Plural.

Each of us are two separate beings.

The being that we show the outside world.

Inhibited, timid, often a liar.

And then there is the inner being. The genuine being.

Passionate, uninhibited, even full of lust.

Most people like that inner hidden.

But a writer doesn't have to not to do that.

He can express it, throw it out, letting it breathe, celebrating.

Letting it go crazy.

He even has to do that. It's essential.

The writer must have that inner let him out of his cage.

He must give it a voice, or the work is inhibited.

Anxious, without passion.

It's going to be a lot of lies.

See you there. My inner loved keeps me awake all night.

Submit stories on Wednesday.

Can I submit a signature? your book? Just put "for Fred".

Fred Clawson. - That's not my book.

No. Just look.

That photo is fake.

The name too. "George Stark". Fake.

I know all about it.

Now I'll tell you, okay?

There is a writer. We call him Beaumont.

He writes some intellectual stuff books about yups and cousins.

Flaming reviews, but no one buys.

So he starts talking about tits and write tough guys.

Machine. Alexis Machine.

He calls himself Stark, so that his mother doesn't find out.

A fake photo on the cover and sells a million copies.

He writes three more, he becomes rich.

Not that rich. - But rich enough.

So what does he write now?

He writes out a big check, so that I remain silent.

And if he doesn't want to, or he doesn't care?

And whether he does.

Different the people around him. This is quite a scandal.

There are a million Americans there eager to be the next Stark.

They believe in him. They believe that he writes from experience.

If they've been lied to, they keep their money in their pocket.

You probably don't want to risk that.

How did you find out? - A girl at your publishing house.

She told everything. Just like Machine says in your book.

"At nine o'clock she came, At ten o'clock she freaked out."

I did write about low scum, but you take the cake.

Write about me. - You bet.

I will make you suffer. Before you die.

I have to catch the bus to New York. Think about it.

"For Fred"?

Ask your people what it's worth to them to keep this out of the newspaper.

I'll call then we negotiate.

Thanks for the signature.

We will find a solution for it. - Who's waiting for this now?

Come on, let's help. They're awake.

Who is the nicest? And completely wet?

Please be patient, trapper.

I know how we got him up can make the wrong move.

That would be nice.

That dirty stinker. That rat.

I should get it like Machine would do.

Cut off his cock and move on push his throat.

How do I do it?

Go to the press yourself and say you're Stark.

Eat big, guys. Live soon we might be on cat food.

Thad Beaumont sells plenty books to provide for his family.

What do you think? Should we? say goodbye to Uncle George?

So we agree.

I roasted it too long. - It's probably tasty.

I don't feel like paying him. We should just release it.

You have to agree. Stark makes more than me.

If not, I'll think about it.

Absolute. Naturally.

Is Miriam there too? Will you make up?

No, we're getting used to the separation.

But we still work together. Here she comes.

Your new book will sell like a train and win prizes.

Down with George Stark. I do a press release, you do television.

I say hallelujah.

You hear it. We have your back. - Kisses for the boys.

He shouldn't write rubbish. We have others for that.

I like clutter.

George Stark is fun. Beaumont is work.

That's why we live separately now.

Get to work.

So we're cutting George Stark. Best.

Maybe Beaumont starts to sell. Who knows.

Stranger things have happened.

You're not convinced, are you? - We are used to a good life.

Giving that up... - Be honest.

You just don't want to give up on George. - Is that so strange?

I worked with him for a long time.

I'm used to him.

He lets you do anything you want, he's your drinking buddy.

I'm not an alcoholic. - George Stark did.

You don't realize who you are when you write those books.

Like Jekyll becoming Hyde. - I don't hit on barmaids.

Beaumont gave drinks and cigarettes, not Stark.

And those horrible showers...

You sometimes say very mean things.

I am who I am. It's all part of me.

Even the ugliness.

A piece like a cut off tongue fell to the ground.

Cut him, said Jack Rainsley, while I watch. I want to see blood.

Halstead closed his eyes,

but the knife slipped through his eyelid and pierced his eyeball.

I have risen from the dead. And you're not happy, you bastard.

Hopefully you're not looking for a social one meaning behind it, Mr Donaldson.

You must be the New Yorker.

Donaldson of People Magazine. You are the photographer?

Homer Gamache. I will do a wonderful job for you.

And you are Thad Beaumont. I saw you in town.

A celebrity. - Not me, but George Stark.

We're going to change that.

Will you take my bag?

I have the diapers.

What a wonderful country retreat.

When Thad teaches, we can never go here.

Nice to have you here, Trudy. - Do they photograph the little ones?

Like kidnappers such a photo would see...

It's not happening. - I'll take care of that.

They do make a mess, you know. Come on up.

I'm making a series that you will interest you, Liz.

Pictures of teddy bears in coffins.

For a book. The American one way of dying.

All that nonsense too.

I hate funerals I hate nonsense.

I'll show them to you. Who knows. Maybe you want to write the text.

Not much of a view.

Otherwise I would spend all day staring at the lake.

This is where George Stark was born, in this room.

I saw that typewriter. - I still use that.

Not George. He doesn't like it of typewriters.

George uses this. Right from the start.

Do you really mean that? - Yes. It's the truth.

Did George have difficulty getting started? - No.

One evening I was sitting here, and I took such a pencil.

At midnight I suddenly had... 16 perfect pages written.

As if George woke up and started talking.

Excuse me,

but this behavior indicates symptoms of schizophrenia.

I don't blame you.

I think George does.

George wouldn't like any of this. Not his idea of ​​a nice morning.

I think George has your balls would like raw.

Don't mind Homer.

He wants to put up a fake gravestone.

Don't walk on my feet, I said.

Find a spot where no one lies.

Then it occurred to me that your dad bought you one.

Here where your parents lie. Then take it, I said.

Hopefully you don't mind. Here's Homer doing it.

This was my idea. It shot me comes to mind with those teddy bears.

Crazy, huh? I would anyway deliver a great job.

Must be crazy. Just like you stands above your own grave.

I believe this goes too far. - It's quite fun.

New York will be blazing. - The American way to die.

A joke from George. It's getting dark.

Just take Thad.

At the stone. This will be ready in no time. - Like real, damn it.

Yes, that's right.

Now if you...

Shake hands. Yes, above the gravestone.

It's just for fun. Laugh.

Pretend you're enjoying yourself. Let the world see it.

Do you regret it? - In two respects.

We are at a standstill. - And the second?

Publicity is now inevitable. That was no problem before.

They forget you like that and then you win the Pulitzer. What's next?

Nothing. - Honestly?

Honestly.

What do we get now? At one o'clock at night?

That seems like...

Well all...

The American way of dying. Without nonsense.

Calm down, Digger. I'll send someone.

Digger Holt. - Is he seeing ghosts again?

Where's Norris? - Should I summon him?

I'll go myself. I'm at the cemetery.

I'm here. Castle Rock Police.

Look, sheriff.

Doesn't this seem like someone dug his way out of here?

As if someone were alive was buried.

Someone dug a hole. That's all it is.

But there was someone in there, sheriff.

Look. Here he put his hands in the sand.

The digger has stepped into the hole. Clear case of vandalism.

This is where they took that photo. - From the Beaumonts, yes.

This is from the Beaumonts.

And here was that big gravestone.

It's just a hole, Digger.

Just close it and forget about it.

With Pangborn. - It's Marty.

We have Homer Gamache found. He's dead.

Someone saw him as a hitchhiker pick up tonight.

A white man. We think that it was about the truck.

He took his fucking leg with him. - No, that's right there.

He was hit with his own wooden leg.

It was an old man, bastard.

Knocked him out and then took the truck.

Why this? I hope I can ask you.

Everyone looking for that truck. I want to grab that motherfucker.

Unbelievable.

Does he have that whole end? drove like that?

Unbelievable.

How was New York? - Noisy.

I'm so tired of it. The same questions over and over again.

Tell me about the pencils. Why does Machine have a criminal record?

Why is he so popular?

Thanks, Donna.

They are unique. - Greetings to your mother.

Are you Elizabeth Beaumont?

Alan? - Is your husband at home?

Yes. Alan, what's going on? - Calm down.

We need to speak to Thad. - Come in. I'll call him.

What are you doing here, Alan?

Are you Thaddeus Beaumont?

What's happening, Alan? - We're interrogating you for murder.

You have the right to remain silent.

And you have the right to legal advice.

I don't know what you're doing outside your territory does,

and why you give me such a dirty look,

but I won't say anything until you say what it is.

It's about Homer Gamache. - The photographer?

He was murdered. - By whom?

Maybe because of you. - You can't be serious.

Where were you at eleven o'clock on Friday? evening to Saturday morning?

In New York. I just got back.

How long were you gone? - I left on Friday.

Did you meet anyone that evening?

No, I called my agent to say I came.

But you didn't see him in person. - Do you think I'm lying?

I don't rule that out.

As I know you, you are not the type to do something like that.

But I just have to do my job.

Call the airline or the hotel and ask.

We've been there for so long not in Castle Rock.

Why did you target Thad? - Because he suspects me.

Are you okay, Thad?

Are you okay, honey?

Are you okay? - Sure.

If this is a mistake,

I grab the one with who shuffled papers.

What kind of papers?

Why me? - The connection between you and Homer.

The photos? - One of them was taken in the cemetery.

Someone has a hole dug in your place.

Big enough for a corpse. Homer was murdered nearby.

Someone is telling us this. That sneaky Clawson.

Who? - A guy named Fred Clawson from New York.

He discovered my Stark pseudonym.

He tried to blackmail me. That's why I went to the press.

We'll send in the NYPD.

What else do you have? Or are you here? just because of a hole in the ground?

Homer's truck is in Connecticut found near the state line.

There were fingerprints in Homer's blood.

They are entered into the computer and then your service sheet appeared.

The fingerprints match exactly.

Here we call that crazy stuffing. - What do you mean "here"?

Endsville, the final station of all railways.

You were always the clumsy one, old klutz.

I'm not done with you yet.

Don't mess with me, because if you do...

Then you mess with the best.

Clawson, police for you.

I still get two weeks' rent. If you have to come, I want it now.

THE SPARROWS ARE FLYING AGAIN

He's back. Alan Pangborn.

Shall we sit down? and have a beer?

Please.

I actually didn't have to being social with a guy

which now not one, but two murders are suspected.

Two? - Yeah, your buddy Clawson.

When? - The day before yesterday. You were in New York.

The night before last I was... - At a reception until eleven o'clock.

He was killed around ten o'clock, but it could also have been at midnight.

We have again fingerprints found.

And they get along again. - What's going on here, Thad?

That you didn't bring handcuffs.

What keeps me out of jail? - I. New York wants to arrest you.

Why are you letting me go free? - I don't do that at all, Thad.

If you're the perpetrator, I'll put you away. You're not going anywhere.

It's hard to hide. I'll let you sleep at home.

In the meantime, you're disproving my alibis. - No, no more than I prove them.

I thought it was Clawson.

What if he committed suicide? - Impossible with a death like that.

Did anyone know about you? connection to Clawson?

He found out through a woman who works for my publisher.

You mentioned Clawson's death... - Typical underworld.

Shot? - A chatterbox makes you bleed a lot.

His tongue was cut off and his penis had been shoved down his throat.

That's exactly what I said. Just kidding.

If I were a machine I would do that.

A character from his book. - It was a joke.

I would say that if I was the perpetrator?

There was something written on the wall. With the victim's blood.

The sparrows are flying again. Does that mean anything to you?

Certainly? - Doesn't mean anything to me.

You're keeping a secret, Thad. That's not good.

Some psychopath does it appear as if you are the perpetrator.

That guy is targeting you.

Have you already considered that we could be the next victims?

You shouldn't hold things back now. - That's right.

The sparrows are flying again. - What does that mean for you?

What's happening, Thad? - There's more.

I wrote those words, but don't know anymore.

I was in some kind of trance.

The tumor I had as a child. Did I tell you about those sounds?

People with brain tumors sometimes have symptoms,

where they hear things that are not there. I heard birds.

I started hearing them again.

You need to go to the doctor. Maybe you have another tumor.

That would explain the sounds. But I have lost a whole period.

I wrote those words and I don't know anything about it anymore.

If I had done other things, that I can't remember?

Glad you don't you're locked up, Thad.

So you spoke to the police? - They wanted to know if you were any good.

I lied and said yes.

Do you have problems? - Something like that. It's probably a mistake.

Can I do anything?

Something strange is going on. I could really use your help.

Then come. - Not now. I'm confused.

Just call me. - I will. Thank you.

Shut up or I'll cut you.

What do you want? - What did I just say?

We're going to make a phone call.

You think you got me with that thing can hit me on the head.

That's not a nice thought. What happens to such people?

They fall from the sky.

We're going to call Thad Beaumont.

What should I say? - Just think of something.

We are at this moment not reachable...

Tell him what's happening here.

Come on. I'll just say it once.

Do it or your head will be blown off.

Say your name.

Say your name. -Miriam. There's a man here...

At Pangborn. Dad, phone.

Turn it down.

With Beaumont. There is a woman in New York in dire need.

My agent's ex-wife called. She left a message

I heard a man's voice. She said he threatened her.

She begged for him to stop. I tried to call back.

The address? - 109 West 84th.

I wanted to call the NYPD first. - No, I'll call them. You can still hear me.

Can I have a minute, kid?

Problems?

Terribly? - Hopefully not.

This is Alan Pangborn...

My God.

Miriam is dead.

Alan, there are still walking more people at risk.

He's definitely going for Rick Cowley. He lives at 129 East 68th.

And that guy who wrote that article.

Mike Donaldson. He lives also somewhere in New York.

What are you hiding from me? - I know who the perpetrator is.

Tell me. - Not over the phone.

I need to know tonight. - Tomorrow?

I've pissed you off enough. Now it's over.

I can describe him.

Whether it is exactly right I don't know.

But just about.

He's as tall as me, blue eyes just like me.

Hair slicked back, my age, but stronger, muscular.

He lives in Mississippi and has that accent when he's angry.

He drives a black Toronado with a lot of spice.

With the text on the back "stuffed rascal".

But you don't know who it is?

His name doesn't help. He uses probably "George Stark".

Rock city.

Hello, Mike.

Goodbye, Mike.

Help me.

What's happening? - Murder. Do you want too?

I'll just finish this.

What is that? - Do you have a flashlight?

Is it that guy? - I don't know.

What a mess.

Who was that? - No idea. You should look.

Morning, Rick. Here speaks the murderer of your wife.

Who are you? - Just ask Thad Beaumont.

Just tell him you're going. I'm not done with that crazy stuffing.

Who are you?

Goodness. Son of a bitch.

Who do you think is doing this, Thad?

A name. - I already gave that.

The name is George Stark. - I'm not following you.

My husband means that Stark has come to life.

I don't expect that you believe this, Alan.

But you are the only one there. Thad has something to tell you.

You don't have to believe him, but you have to trust him.

Otherwise that man will keep killing until he gets us.

You don't believe it, do you?

If you had said it was a ghost I wouldn't have believed you.

But that's still it more plausible than this.

You're talking about a man that never existed.

Where does that guy come from?

Did you give birth to him? Did he come from a sparrow's egg?

How exactly did it go?

I don't know when he was split.

When we killed him.

I'm willing to do all kinds of things idiotic considerations,

but George Stark...

You may think it's him, but that's not possible.

It's crazy, Thad.

A murderous madman.

And I grab him.

Wait a minute. The boys from communications would be there.

Maybe inside. - At most one of them.

They didn't show up. - We'll try the radio.

Call the desk.

I need to get some sleep. I'm exhausted.

I'll treat you to Chinese later.

I'm switching agents. Sorry, Rick.

This world is razor sharp.

Rick is dead. Unbelievable.

Nice police protection.

Bullshit.

They don't have that. I don't care.

Think about what I told you. Think about George Stark.

What does he want? The same as you and me would like to be in that position.

He doesn't want to be dead anymore.

Rick and Miriam. Who's next?

Well, that's it then Mr. Beaumont.

I check the system from outside. - Fine. Thank you.

Turn on your meter. I look in the basement.

Is anyone answering?

Mr Beaumont?

Is something wrong? - It's him.

Who?

What do you want, son of a bitch? - Don't get so excited.

What do you want? - It's over.

I just got that girl from your publisher.

The police will find her. In pieces.

I'm going fishing in the South now. The city is tiring.

You lie. - That's not nice.

Would I hurt you? I took revenge for you

You know I had to do it. - He's lying.

I won't bother you anymore, Thad.

You have it out for us too.

You come for me. I know what you want.

Come on. I'll hear you coming.

I will hear the birds.

I hear the birds. I'll wait for you and chop you completely into pieces.

Birds? What do you mean? - Don't you hear the sparrows, George?

It doesn't matter at all. It's over.

He called from Times Square.

They check if it was a recording.

Made by me? - Your card was used.

I'm still suspected.

You have an alibi for last night.

They think of an accomplice. - This is madness.

If only I could say the same.

You gave me a description.

The Donaldson witness says that it is exactly correct.

He drove a Toronado.

It was stolen property Homer's truck was parked.

And the fingerprints. Moreover you mentioned the victims.

What do you expect then? that people think?

What do you think? - That he's a psychopath.

Someone who knows things about you so he can make you suspicious.

Or it is you. Maybe you're behind this.

Don't think I'm ruling that out. - Just do that.

I'd better get behind me look instead of at me.

How are you, Mr Beaumont? - Could do better, Rosalie.

For you, Mr Beaumont.

Hello, George. - Everything kits, Thad?

What do you want? - You know the answer yourself.

A new book.

No, I've had it. George Stark is dead.

I'm not dead. I'm just getting started.

Do as I say or you will die no man ever met his end.

A new book, kid. Go sharpen your pencils.

Phone calls? - Not important.

I'm home.

I'll call you, sheriff.

My goodness, Annie.

I'm sorry.

That I'm so nervous. That Beaumont affair...

What type is Beaumont?

How can you ever determine that?

I'll take him to work. Send a unit to the house.

Here, your favorite toy.

Shut your heads.

I'll be gone for a few hours.

Coffee? - I have with me.

Let me in, George.

Let me visit you. See what you're up to.

Let me in.

They are real. The sparrows are real.

NEW GEORGE STARK BOOK

Why do I have to write again?

OTHERWISE I'LL GO

Why do you say that?

You're falling apart?

YOU LOSE

How?

Tell me why, George.

COHESION

I'm smart, aren't I?

That really hurts.

Hopefully you'll tolerate it.

Be a man.

Be a man.

Where are you going? - Bangor.

What are you doing there? - Maybe nothing.

That's where I had surgery. - Here. A disguise.

Unrecognizable.

Car keys. Hopefully repair any damage.

How do you get home? - Taxi.

The receipt will come later.

Thank you. - Thank you for the adventure.

Check your books to see if you finds something about sparrows.

There's something about sparrows.

Twins? - You didn't know?

They said it was a tumor.

In a sense it was.

Foreign matter in your head.

I don't see anything, but if you come again things, we take better photos.

At least one in ten of us starts as twins.

The stronger fetus absorbs the weaker.

In your case it was the fetus is not completely gone,

and had to have surgery be removed.

Your parents were very upset.

They insisted it was removed get tissue.

They wanted to bury it.

In the Homeland cemetery, in the family grave.

Did they tell you about the sparrows? Very strange.

You just had surgery

and then came a huge one swarm of sparrows approaching the hospital.

They never found out what that was. Migration or something.

Windows broke, three or four people were injured.

You are bleeding profusely.

I'll give you a clean bandage.

A cut, you said?

No, I stuck myself.

I'll never forget that.

You complaining about those bird sounds and we were attacked by those sparrows.

As if the sound came from your head had come to life.

Doctor, do you remember me?

You bastard.

You need to get out of the house, Liz.

Stark is here, in Bangor. You have to get away from there.

What are you doing in Bangor? - Listen, Liz.

There's no time. He killed the doctor.

Now he's coming for you and the children.

Promise me. - I promise. We're going now.

Leave immediately.

How can I reach you? - Through school. Reggie.

Don't say where you are. Just that you are safe.

Don't tell anyone where you are who can tell me.

I'm not allowed to know. - We're going now.

I love you, Liz.

I love you dearly.

I like...

Guys, we're going for a ride...

There's a... You just have to call an ambulance.

Call an ambulance.

My children are in danger, Alan.

I can't just take you let go.

Stark is lurking. - Stark doesn't exist, Liz.

Thad saw him. - I don't care.

How stupid am I for letting him not immediately imprisoned.

Now just sit through this ride. You have police protection.

Protection or arrest? - Call it whatever you want.

I've been too soft. Now you have to I do it by the book.

Can I speak to that officer? - For you.

Monitor everything. Before the dark I'm sending two units.

When Thad Beaumont comes, then arrest him for murder.

With premeditation. - It'll be fine.

That fetus was just a means of sailing.

Some kind of stolen body. And Stark used that for himself.

Stark was created by the power of your own will.

There is a beast in all of us.

We can suppress it, or encourage.

You did the latter too much.

You wanted him so badly to exist that he also came to life.

Your characters are always vividly described.

I wanted him to live.

Forgive me, it's the truth.

Part of me admires Stark. His simple, violent nature.

A man who is never weak, always has a sharp answer.

But it sucks. - I'm half like that too.

My dark half. Stark is my dark half.

You can't do it anymore anyway admire after everything he did.

If you don't want it, he won't stay. You have a real life.

He wants to take that away, but if you doesn't give up... What can he do?

Kill you? That would be suicide.

Yes, he can't hurt me. That's why he takes people close to me.

I have something in the Barringer found about sparrows.

The nightjar, the diver and the sparrow are psychopompi.

That comes from the Greek and means those who guide.

In this case they are those human spirits to and fro,

between life and death.

Thad, it's for you.

I'm not writing your book, George. You're dead.

You're wrong, old boy. Start tonight or you'll regret it.

And not just you. Guess what where I'm calling from, Thad.

What have you done? - Nothing yet.

Except with that one cop. He now catches flies in his car.

Let me speak to Liz. - No time. I have to go.

Me and the family have to go. You know where to go.

Endsville, where all railways end.

Oh yes, I have the transmitter here loosened. I think this is private.

The transmitter.

The transmitter. They heard me calling. They didn't let her go.

He has my children.

He knows as much about you as you from him. Don't let him...

They're coming to take one of us away. But who?

The weaker one of course. Hopefully not you.

I don't like seeing Stark teaching.

Why doesn't he hear them? - Take it as a good sign.

You know something about this, right? - Only the Almighty knows this.

Apparently he's on holiday.

It comes down to what you believe.

If only I had a talisman for you, a silver ball or a wooden stake,

but it's not that simple. - You've armed me enough.

Success. Wondering who I am will see next week.

I'll be there. - Wear a red carnation if it's you.

I've got a dead cop here.

It must have been Beaumont. - What do you mean?

He's run away with his family, unless he finished that too.

He killed that doctor in Bangor. The receptionist recognized him.

When he goes to his abode, you just have to finish it neatly.

All right.

Just keep driving.

Thad and I are going to work together like before.

If I'm not too angry afterwards, I'll let you go.

That depends on my mood.

When I'm in a good mood, who knows how it will turn out.

Maybe I'll stay and then you must think kindly of me.

I like it here very much.

I could get used to this.

Keep dreaming, motherfucker.

This isn't a dream, Beth.

Thad owes me.

I taught him to write what people want to read.

Unread books are meaningless.

That's why Thad owes me. - So you get me and my kids.

You're a coward.

Better not say things like that.

I didn't ask for this. I prefer to avoid problems.

I have also written myself. Worked out pretty well.

But then I got...

Physical problems. As you can see.

No problem. It will pass soon.

Thad will heal me. He doesn't have to just to write that one story.

Maybe he'll go feel weak.

Because of the close cooperation I might light it.

I sincerely hope so that things don't work out that way.

But I think one of us gets the short end of the stick.

And then I'd rather him than me.

My God.

You're disturbing my peaceful mood.

You're disturbing my peace state of mind.

You're disturbing my peace state of mind.

Are you okay? Where are the children? - Here, old man.

Hello, Thad. How are you, buddy?

You see some pips. - You can do better too.

If I do what you want,

aren't you doing them any harm?

If I do what you want, do you leave them alone?

I promise you that.

I give you my word as a man from the South. That's no small feat.

Give them to me. - One.

I'm so sorry, Liz.

I'll go upstairs with him. - Don't.

We have no choice.

He can't hurt me, but he can hurt you.

Don't try to break away, forget the phone...

Same wavelength, huh? Thad?

Don't you see what's happening?

He doesn't want to help you write. He wants to control your life.

I know what he wants.

What I don't know is whether this will save him.

I don't think so. It's over for him.

Do you know why? Because I want to.

There's only one way around it to determine that, right Thad?

Are you ready? - I'm waiting for you.

For starters, steals Machine the police car.

Give me a cigarette. - You stopped, right?

Only in situations like this.

If we work together.

You give it a try. Just start.

I'm scared.

The only way is just do it.

It works, Thad. It flows from my pen, and good too.

I can do it.

Don't mess with me, old man.

I know what you're thinking.

Stop it, Thad. Or I use the knife.

You can't hurt me, George.

I can do nasty things playing it out with the others here.

Sit down. Make it easy on yourself.

Sit down and close your eyes. Try some...

To dream away. - Go to hell.

They're coming for you, George. Back to the devil.

Please stay seated for a moment.

I didn't want it that way, old man.

I had something else in mind.

They come to the end writing, George.

Your end or mine?

Awkward, George.

I'm giving you one last chance, Thad.

Stop this nonsense. - I'm not doing anything, old man.

I'll just wait what's happening.

Stop it, Thad. - Sorry, I can't.

Not you either.

So the end?

See how you like this, old man.

What's happening here? - They're upstairs.

Where's Thad? - Upstairs with Stark.

He has the children. - Liz, don't do that.

Wait here.

Translation: Wess Lee