It Page #5
Richie, just.
You're a bunch of losers,
get us all killed...
- while trying to catch a clown.
- Stop!
This is what IT wants,
When we're all together, when we heard it,
that's why we're still alive.
- Thats why we are still alive.
- Yeah, well I plan to keep it that way.
- Mike...
- Guys...
I can't do this.
My granddad was right.
I'm an outsider, gotta stay that way.
Yeah, there we go.
Put the next target there.
Just hold it.
Cleaning your gun, like you asked.
You're cleaning my gun, huh?
- Dad...
- Hey!
Look at him now, boys.
Ain't nothing like a little fear
that'll make a paper man crumble.
Here for the refills, Eddie?
Yeah.
You know it's all bullshit, right?
What is?
Your medication,
they're placebos.
What's "pa-cee-bo" mean?
Placebo means bullshit.
No friends, huh?
Your cast?
No signatures or anything?
So sad.
I don't want it to get dirty.
Oh, I'll sign it for ya.
You okay, Henry?
My most favorite part
of the afternoon is.
Learn all about many of you.
Is there anything you want to share?
What most they enjoyed today?
How about you?
Really? Would you like
to see the clown?
Yes!
What about it anyway?
Really? Me too.
All float.
We all float,
and you will too, Henry.
Make it a wonderful day.
Kill him.
Kill him.
Kill him.
Oh no, give him a big
round of applause.
Well done, Henry.
Kill them all.
Kill them all!
Kill them all!
Kill them all!
Where are you sneaking off to?
No-nowhere, Daddy.
You look prettied up.
I'm not prettied up, daddy.
Come here.
You know I worry about you Bevvie.
I know.
People in town have been saying
Sneaking around all summer
ling with a bunch of boy.
Only girl in the pack.
They're just friends, I swear.
I know what's in boys minds
when they look at you Bevvie.
I know it all too well.
My hand...
Are you doing womanly things down
N-n-n-nothing, you don't have to worry.
I promise.
What's this?
It's nothing, it's just a poem.
Just a poem?
That you were hiding in
your underwear drawer?
Why would you have to hide it there?
Are you still my girl?
No.
What did you say?
I said no!
No!
Get away, no!
No, get off!
No!
Those boys, do they know that you're...
Beverly?
Beverly!
- Richie.
- What do you want?
You see that guy I'm hitting,
I'm pretending it's you.
IT got Beverly.
What are you talking about?
IT, Richie.
IT got Beverly.
Hello?
Okay
I'll be there.
And just where do you
thing you're off to?
Out with my friends.
Sweetie, you can't go,
you're getting over your
sickness, remember?
My sickness?
Ok, what, what sickness, Mom?
Do you know what these are?
They're "gazebos".
They're bullshit!
They help you, Eddie.
I had to protect you.
Protect me?
locked inside of this hell-hole?
I'm sorry but the only people
trying to protect me are my friends.
And you made me turn my back
So I'm going.
Eddie. No.
You get right back here.
- I'm going to see my friends.
- Eddie.
Don't do this to me, Eddie.
Guys, spikes.
Stan?
Stan, we all have to go,
Bevvie was right.
If we split up like last time,
that clown will kill us, one by one,
but if we stick together,
all of us...
we'll win.
I promise.
Eddie, you got a quarter?
I wouldn't want to make a
wish in that f***ing thing.
Beverly.
How are we supposed to get down there?
Alright lets go.
Alright buddy.
Guys, help?
- You're good?
- I'm fine.
Step right up, Beverly.
Step right up.
Come change, come cold,
You'll laugh, you'll cry,
you'll cheer, you'll die.
Introducing Pennywise
the dancing clown.
I'm not afraid of you.
You will be...
Help me!
Go dead!
Mike!
- Mike!
- Mike!
You okay, Mike?
Bowers.
Mike. F***.
- Mike!
- Where is?
We're next.
No!
Grab it, get the rope.
Sh*t
Mike!
Leave him alone!
You didn't listen to
what I told ya did ya?
You should've stayed out of Derry.
Your parents didn't'
and look what happened to them.
I pass that pile of ashes,
sad,
that I couldn't have done it myself.
Run, Mike!
Mike!
Down!
I sh-sh-sh-should get up there.
Are you insane? With what?
Holy sh*t!
- God...
- Mike!
I'm okay.
I'm okay.
Sh*t.
Stanley.
Beverly.
Is that you?
Guys?
Guys?
Come on, guys, where's Stan?
Stanley
Stanley
Stan.
Oh sh*t, gray water.
Stan?
Stan?
Stanley!
- Stan!
- Wow! Stanley!
Stanley!
- Now come on, man!
- Here we go! Quiet.
- Stan?
- Stanley! Stan!
Your flashlight!
What the f*** is that thing?
Oh sh*t!
F***.
Sh*t!
Holy sh*t!
Stanley!
Stanley!
- Stan!
- Stanley.
No!
It's okay.
You left me,
you aren't my friends.
You made me go, you made me go!
I'm sorry.
You made me go to Neibolt.
This is your fault.
happen to you. We're here.
You know I wouldn't do that. Come on.
Bill!
Bill!
Beverly!
I'll come back for you. Bev.
Bill?
Bill.
Bill.
Come on, get out of there Ed,
That's gray water.
W-w-w-wait, where's my
f***ing flashlight?
Eddie!
Let's get the f*** outta here, come on.
Bev? Bev?
Bev?
Oh sh*t.
Bev.
How is she in the air?
Guys,
are those...
the missing kids,
Floating.
Just let me grab her.
I'm slipping.
Bev.
Beverly.
Why isn't she waking up?
What's wrong with her?
Beverly, please! Come on!
Woah, woah, woah...
Bev?
"January embers?"
Jesus, f***...
oh, god.
Where is Bill?
Georgie.
What took you so long?
I was looking for you this whole time.
I couldn't find my way outta here.
my boat back, Billy.
Was she fast?
I couldn't keep up with it.
"she" Georgie.
They call boats, She.
Take me home, Billy.
I wanna go home.
I miss you, I wanna
be with mom and dad.
I want more than anything
for you to be home,
With Mom and Dad.
I miss you so much.
I love you, Billy.
I love you too,
But you're not Georgie.
Kill him now, Billy! Kill him!
Sh*t!
Kill him, Bill.
Kill him, Bill.
Kill him!
Kill him!
Kill IT!
It's not loaded.
Do it, Bill! Kill him!
Hey, it's not loaded!
Dammit.
F***.
Bill, watch out!
Leave him alone!
Beverly, no!
Mike!
Help him!
Sh*t
Ben!
Stanley!
Bill!
Bill!
No, don't let him go!
Let him go.
No.
I'll take him.
I'll take all of you.
And I'll feast on your flesh
as I feed on your fear...
Oooooorrrrr
you'll just leave us be
I'm taking him, only him.
And then I'll have my long rest
and you will all live to grow old
and drive and lead happy lives
until old age takes you
back to the weeds.
Leave...
I'm the one who dragged
you all into this
I'm s-s-s-s-, I'm s-s-sorry.
S-s-s-s-sorry.
Go!
Guys, we can't.
Sorry, Bill.
I told you, Bill.
I f***ing told you,
I don't want to die...
It's your fault.
You punched me in the face,
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