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A day in the very average, normal life of Susan Thornhill.

Normal until today, that is, when her world has vanished into a nightmare.

She's headed to the reference section, looking for some answers.

Hi.

Remember me? My name's Wes. I'm in your history class.

I remember you.

Oh, good, good.

That makes this 1% less awkward then, I guess.

Listen, a bunch of my friends and me are going to go to this concert on Saturday,

and I have an extra ticket, and I was wondering if maybe you'd like to come with me.

Thanks, but I'm not really into concerts.

Well, yeah, me neither, really.

Then why did you get the ticket?

Well, honestly, I was trying to get you to go out with me,

and I thought it'd be an inducement, you know,

like when they give you the free DVD to get you to buy the player.

Hey, I'll tell you what. If you come out with me, I'll throw in a free DVD.

Thanks, but I really have to run.

Okay, a free DVD player, but it's my final offer.

Go to the concert.

Stop being so shy.

Meet some people. Take some chances.

Reach out and grab life while you can.

You're not getting any younger, you know.

I'm 19. I might still have a few good years left. Susan,

all you do is run and study. You've been here six months,

and you've got exactly one friend on campus.

Hello, Gail.

Hi, Professor.

And you probably wouldn't even hang with me

if we hadn't been friends since third grade.

I'm just not comfortable around new people. You know that.

Get out of your comfort zone.

There's a whole big world of people out there to make friends with.

Otherwise, when you're 80, you'll lie on your deathbed and say,

because I was a little shy in college, I died miserable and alone.

Come on.

Hey, how's it going? Yeah, yeah, that's what I heard. Cool. Hey,

I gotta get to Clapton, all right?

See you later.

Hey, what's up?

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Anybody?

Hi.

Excuse me, but... A new student.

Do you have your registration card?

What? Oh, no matter. You'll bring it next time.

Today, we are examining... the concerto in F minor by Johann Sebastian Bach.

As in, most of Bach's later works. Please, have a seat.

But they're dead!

Have a seat.

Pay particular attention to the harpsichord in

the second movement. It's quite spectacular.

I must insist that you sit down.

Baroque music is an acquired taste. You have to give it a chance. You're crazy!

That attitude is going to screw your grade.

2003? That's impossible.

What is happening?

Where is everybody?

Hello?

Hello?

Who is this?

Where is everybody?

What are you gonna do with the knife, Susan?

Look, who is this?

Where are you?

The knife can't protect you. You're going to die.

What's going on?

Who are you?

What do you want?

You already know that, Susan.

How do you know my name?

What are you going to do with the knife?

You want to kill me? You're going to kill yourself?

Where is everybody?

You really don't know, do you?

You're one of those.

One of what?

You came to look at the newspapers, right?

I'm right over there. Take a look.

I spotted it five months ago. I tried to stop it,

but it's ten times the size of the one that killed the dinosaurs.

I say nothing's gonna survive.

Still, most everybody's hiding out somewhere.

Basements or old underground bomb shelters.

Some people killed themselves. Some people just went crazy.

You, however, seem to be basically okay.

Except for a little case of hysterical amnesia.

Doomsday?

I didn't just want to spend my last days cooped up in some dark basement somewhere.

And there's always been so many books that I've wanted to read,

but just never had time to before. So here I am with my books and my memories.

Hey, you remember the time that I asked you out in your freshman year?

Yeah, I remember.

You know, you should have said yes. I mean, who knows? We might have fallen in love.

I've never been in love.

It's an amazing feeling.

And then there's times when you wake up at 2 in the morning,

and you just got to be with that person.

So you wake her up.

You ask her if she wants to just take a walk with you.

And we're in particular just to walk and hold hands under the night sky.

Wes, I... I don't know if I'm here for a reason

or the whole universe just turned upside down, but I know one thing.

When I woke up this morning, it was March 13th, 2001.

It's just your mind playing tricks.

Something happened when I went through the maze.

I felt this chill, and when I came out, I was here in this time.

Maybe if I go back through the maze, I can get home.

Susan, where's the knife?

I will not tolerate you cutting class!

Face it, it's over. There's nothing we can do now.

Except wish that we'd done more when we had the chance.

There's really no more time?

I guess we think we'll never run out. But we did.

Oh, my God.

That's it.

That's the end. All right.

Come with me.

What are you doing? Just get up.

Come with me.

It's time to go.

You're all right.

Come on.

Come on, we gotta hurry.

Wes, you have to get up. It's not much further. Come on. Yes, you can.

You have to. Get up. Come on.

Wes.

I wish I could have known you better.

Hi.

Hi.

So I was wondering if you still had an extra concert ticket.

Yeah, yeah. You know, it's like two in the morning.

I know, it is.

But, um, I thought maybe you might want to go for a walk.

Nowhere in particular.

Yeah.

Nothing lasts forever, kids.

Try not to forget that.

Every small town has its secrets.

Eli Weston is about to discover that some secrets are best left buried.

Pete?

What?

You doing your homework?

Yeah, Mom.

Just check it.

It's German cars, Italian food, war.

Are you lost?

Emotionally, maybe, but physically, no, not anymore.

Been walking for I don't know how many hours to get to your fair city.

Oh, we may be fair, but I wouldn't call this a city.

What would you call it, then?

Home.

Must be nice to have one.

I'm Eli.

Lucinda.

Look, my car broke down on the main road.

Is there anybody around here who might be able to help me out?

Sure. I'll call Larry Barton. He's our mechanic. He'll open a shop for you.

Well, where I'm from, you'd need a court order

to get a mechanic to open up on Sunday.

Welcome to Harmony.

I really appreciate you doing this.

The important thing is getting you up and running.

Have you worked on Alfa Romeo before? It should

be no problem. To me, a car is a car.

I'll have you on your way in no time.

Yeah, well, no rush. I wasn't headed anywhere in particular, you know,

just driving and happened to end up someplace good.

Yeah, you did. I'll give you a call over at Mrs.

Finch's as soon as I work up an estimate.

Who's Mrs. Finch?

She runs the bed and breakfast on Oak.

She's expecting you.

Lucinda set it up.

Three bucks a night.

Well, it's wrong to take advantage of someone else's bad luck.

Besides, you're not going to be here with us long anyway.

Larry's a fine mechanic.

I don't suppose you have a TV somewhere? No.

No radio, either. I never cared for those things myself. They're so distracting.

Always made me lose my place in a book.

I'll leave some sandwiches in the downstairs

fridge in case you want something to eat.

Harmony, Elle, welcome to Mayberry.

You just stop that right now.

Sorry, didn't mean anything by it.

Whistling, the sound, it...

It sets off my migraines.

I'd be obliged if you didn't do it while you're here. Sure, no problem.

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me,

that once was lost, Now I see, it was grace that taught my heart to fear,

and grace my fears relieved.

How precious did that grace appear, the hour I first believed.

Hello again.

Hey.

You get set up okay?

Yeah, everyone's been fantastic.

I've never heard Amazing Grace spoken before.

It's a local tradition.

Yeah, because usually people sing it.

Eli, I want you to meet my brother, Tim.

Hey.

Poor woman.

She lost her son.

He fell down a flight of stairs.

Is he a friend of yours?

He was the only friend I had in this stupid place. Tim.

Tim's just having a little trouble readjusting to small-town life.

My parents moved us to Chicago for eight years, until recently.

What brought you back?

Well, at first it was exciting.

The big city, new friends, new school, a whole new world for me and for Tim.

My parents opened a small jewelry store on Hennessy Street.

Then two years ago, I got a call at college.

There'd been a robbery at the store.

Both my parents were killed.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Suddenly, the big city didn't seem so glamorous.

So here I am.

People in harmony don't even lock their doors.

Well, see how it'd be a bit boring for a teenager.

That was just fantastic.

Mrs. Finch is the best cook in Harmony.

You still have room for apple pie?

Maybe later.

Don't worry, I'll clear the rest.

Oh, well, in that case, I think I'll turn in.

Lucinda, you'll keep an eye on our guest, won't you?

I'll make sure he doesn't steal the silver.

Good night, then.

Good night.

So, where were you headed when your car broke down?

That's a good question. I guess I was getting sick of the city myself,

because suddenly I felt a desire to get in my car and start driving.

Maybe, without even knowing it, I was headed here.

This town's not for everyone.

I mean, we're happy, but it comes at a price.

Lucinda, may I speak to you for a moment? I thought you went to bed.

What did I say about my migraines?

Sorry.

Calm down.

I told him about my migraines.

Calm down, Eleanor.

You better go, Lucinda.

Wait.

I'll go with you.

No.

We probably should call it a night.

Maybe I'll see you around tomorrow.

Bye. Bye.

Your bed has been turned down.

Shh.

You gotta get me out of this place.

Why? The people in this town are crazy. They'll kill you. They'll kill us both.

I saw today Pete Hartford.

I overheard some people talking.

Pete didn't fall down any stairs.

His mother killed him.

What?

And you know why? Because he was listening to music.

That's ridiculous.

There's no music here.

Have you seen any TVs or radios or guitars or pianos?

No, because there aren't any.

There's no singing here either.

The Beast.

Go down the cemetery, check the gravestones.

Half the dead are teenagers,

because they're the ones who break the rules and listen to music.

Mr. Best?

Tomorrow morning. I'll find you.

Take me out of here, please.

What were you talking to?

Nobody, just saying my prayers.

That's always a good idea.

What was I to do, Petey?

I ask you, what was I to do?

Don't! No, I want to be with my boy.

Do you believe in the beast?

The beast? You mean the devil? No. No.

Petey didn't believe, but the beast would have come. What was I to do?

It's for the better. Oh my God, all I can see is Petey's face.

Can I see the gun?

I know the beast is real.

If it wasn't, why would everybody believe in it?

It would have come, you know?

Please, can I see the gun?

What's going on? There you are. Been looking for you. Your car's all ready.

Where's Lucinda? I took delivery of packing up your gear. You are good to go.

I said, where's Lucinda?

No charge for your car or your van.

They're gonna kill me!

Whoa, hey, come on! Hey, were you people insane?

What'd the kid do?

Found this one. That belongs to me.

He stole it from you.

Kneel down, Tim.

Crazy? What are you doing? It's the fair way.

We each take care of our own backyard here.

The beast won't tolerate music. The beast? What the

hell are you talking about? I told you they're nuts.

We're talking about the beast, mister. It's awakened by music, and then it kills.

And not just the guilty. Anyone.

Anyone in its path.

That's why we can't have music here.

We're not bad people. Lucinda.

It's true.

We have a good life here.

But like I told you, there's a price.

How can I let Tim cause the death of who knows how many people? Would that be right?

He's been warned before, mister. It's the right

way. It's the only way. Have you seen it?

Has anyone ever seen it?

We don't see it, mister, because we don't bother it.

No one has seen it in over 150 years.

But we know. That's right.

Stories of it have been handed down for generations.

Stories, exactly.

Folk tales, ignorance, superstitions. You're wrong. The beast is a myth.

You forbid music. Why? Because music makes you feel.

Joy, ecstasy, longing, sexual desire, those are all feelings that music brings,

and that's what you're afraid of.

So you pacify yourself with this absurd myth,

and you do anything to preserve your stultifying serenity.

You even kill your own children.

That ain't it, mister. I know it might look like that.

That ain't it.

Kneel down, sweetheart.

Let your sister do her duty, or the rest of us will have to hold you down.

Grab him.

All right. Don't!

No, there is no beast! You are the beast, all of you!

Lucinda, look at me. I'll prove it to you.

Amazing how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.

Where's the beast?

I sang, you heard the music. Where's the damn beast?

What if he's right?

What if we are the beast?

I once was lost But now I'm found Was blind, but now I see Oh, I'm sorry.

It was grace that taught my heart to fear, and grace my fear relieved.

How precious did that grace appear, the hour I first believed.

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.

Next time you scoff at someone else's beliefs, remember,

behind every legend is a kernel of fact.