Needful Things Page #4

Sensational control

of his 90 mile-an-hour fast ball.

Still the chance of the no-hitter,

and he's ready to work.

Rusk has got a swift curve ball

that's dipping and darting.

And his fast ball, they can't touch it.

Brian Rusk is delivering a performance...

...that can take the Yankees

to another World Series.

How about that?

Brian Rusk is ready, and he delivers.

And the pitch...

Jesus Christ.

Good girls.

Yessiree.

We're having fun now.

Raider!

Little pal!

Raider. How they hanging?

Good fella. Yeah. Ain't you?

And ain't you got a face

just cute as a baby bug?

Yes, you do.

And you know what I got?

I got a beautiful jacket.

Yes, I do.

And you know what else?

I'm gonna keep it.

They're rounding the bend,

and yellow, and white, and pink...

"Punky Boy. " Yeah.

"Gasco Thunder, Hooded Lady,

Mr. P, Lotsa Luck, and Rosie D...

"... Punky Boy, Raise The Dead,

Frank's The Name, Gimme Shelter...

"... Sudden Fame. "

God! I'll kill him! I'll f***ing kill him!

Ridgewick!

Raider?

Mommy's home.

Raid?

What the f***?

That b*tch!

You killed my doggie, you b*tch!

You broke my microwave, you crazy f***!

Wilma?

See the windows?

They're busted!

Wilma? You all right?

Come on, b*tch.

Come for me, if you're coming.

Wilma.

There's nothing quite so invigorating

as a crisp fall day in New England.

- Don't you agree?

- Mr. Gaunt...

Leland.

I'm sorry. I can't even think.

Believe me, Polly, I know you're in pain,

so I shall dispense with the small talk.

I'll give you the item I called you about

and send you home.

- Give it to me?

- More or less.

But let's leave that until later, shall we?

When it rains, it pours.

They're after me.

Go upstairs, Mr. Keeton, to my apartment.

Make yourself a nice cup of tea.

- I'll be with you in a minute.

- I don't have a minute.

Go upstairs.

It was funny.

They were actually feeling much better.

Then just a few minutes before you called,

they started swelling up like...

I know a great deal about the past.

Now, this is very, very old.

Egyptian.

- Not as old as the pyramids, but still...

- Do you have a glass of water?

- I need to take my pills.

- Not any longer.

You see, this is called an Azca.

It is a tool of Bencalitis. White magic.

- They say it wards off pain.

- Yes. Please, my pills.

- Really, I'm not superstitious.

- Doesn't matter, Polly. This is.

I'm sorry. Must be the storm.

What storm?

I assure you, there is one coming.

Put it inside your sweater.

Wear it right next to your skin, Polly.

My hands.

I can't even unbutton my sweater.

You must never take it off, Polly.

Not ever.

A heinous double-murder,

or a bizarre act of revenge gone awry?

Sheriff Alan Pangborn

is unable to comment.

No, don't tell me.

They've been in your house.

- They sent Norris Ridgewick.

- Yes. Yeah, how did you know?

They're so predictable.

I need your advice.

I think I should kill Norris Ridgewick.

No. That would make things

far too easy for them, Dan.

They'd come get you,

hunt you down like an animal.

Cop killer. No. They'd have a party.

They'd get all liquored up

at Sheriff Pangborn's office.

They'd go out to Homeland Cemetery

and urinate on your grave.

Sh*t.

I hate this place.

- I hate these people.

- But they're all part of it, Dan.

You know that.

All your weasely fellow selectmen,

all your so-called friends.

But Sheriff Pangborn,

he's the big-shot ringleader.

He came in from the outside, Dan,

to take over your town.

And, boy, would he love it

if you blew away one of his little drones.

- So what should I do?

- Nothing.

I'll keep this gun for a while.

Save you from yourself.

You just go to the races tonight, Dan,

and win yourself a bundle.

Sow confusion and uncertainty

amidst the enemy, yes?

Yeah.

Confusion and uncertainty.

That's my boy.

In the meantime...

...I'm laying my own plans.

And when the great moment comes...

...for everything you do, Danforth...

...this one is for you.

O mighty and eternal God...

...hear our prayers

for your daughter Wilma...

...whom you have taken

from this life to yourself.

Grant her light, happiness, and peace.

Let her pass in safety

through the gates of death...

...and dwell with all your saints

in the blessed light...

"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.

"He maketh me to lie down

in green pastures.

"He leadeth me beside the still waters.

"He restoreth my soul.

"He leadeth me in the paths

of righteousness...

"... for his namesake.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley... "

Step aside, please.

- I need to talk to the sheriff.

- Now, son, sheriff's got his hands full.

You didn't happen to

see this happen, did you?

No.

You have any idea

who threw these apples?

- No.

- Then maybe you better go on home.

Watch it, kid.

Easy.

Easy, Brian.

Why'd they do it,

I mean, if you had to guess?

You're asking the wrong guy.

I don't understand anyone anymore.

You want the knife or the cleaver?

I can't believe somebody

didn't hear or see something.

- Morning, Norris.

- Nice of you to drop by, Deputy Ridgewick.

Went by Nettie's again this morning.

Found this in the alley behind her house.

Yeah. I bet Wilma could've

done the job on the dog...

...with that knife, all right.

Congratulations, Deputy. Nice work.

Run it for prints.

- I'll bet you 10-to-1 they're not Wilma's.

- Why not?

I mean, it figures, if Nettie threw

the apples, Wilma must've killed the dog.

'Cause Nettie didn't throw those apples.

Would you go to someone to kill him...

...and spend a half hour

breaking their windows first?

If Nettie didn't throw those apples,

who did?

Maybe the same person

who killed the damn dog.

- Where you going?

- I'm gonna pay Brian Rusk a visit.

I want you to canvass the neighborhood.

Somebody must've seen something.

I'm not shitting you. The most disgusting

murder I've seen in my six years.

Even worse than the lady

with the meat grinder.

- I don't want to hear.

- Hello, sheriff's department.

- I'm sorry, Father.

He's not here right now.

- Is this for me?

I'll tell him. Thank you.

I have no idea what that is, Norris.

It looks like a present, Norris.

Why don't you go and open it?

Sh*t! Goddamn it! Get it off!

- Get it off!

- Hold still, Norris.

- Sh*t!

- There's a note come with it.

- Let me see that.

- "Crip space is all yours now. "

Buster. That son of a b*tch!

- Damn!

- Should've read the card first.

Brian, you around?

Brian, hi. You were trying to tell me

something last night...

...back there at the Jerzyk farm,

weren't you?

What was it?

Nothing anymore.

What's bothering you, son?

- You don't have to be afraid.

- I'm not afraid.

Between you and me, bullshit.

- Look, he's a monster.

- A what? Who?

I dreamt about him last night,

only he's real.

Sometimes if you talk about it,

the scary stuff goes away.

No. Not monsters.

Even monsters, Bri.

Don't come any closer.

You'll get the stuff on you.

Okay, Brian. Take it easy.

Take it easy, now.

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