Needful Things Page #5

Tell me what you're scared of,

and I know we can make it go away.

No.

It's too late. I got to go.

I got to go to Hell!

What do you mean?

Don't go in that store.

- Don't go near it!

- Okay, I promise.

I'll never go in there.

What store are you talking about?

Needful Things?

It's a poison place.

And he's a poison man.

Who's a poison man?

Mr. Gaunt.

Only he's not a man.

Mickey Mantle.

It's signed to you and everything.

It's yours.

Boy, you sure don't want to lose

something like this.

Mickey Mantle sucks!

You a**hole!

That's it for you. You're out of here!

- Watch the jacket, Henry!

- About time he's out of here.

Miserable little sh*t!

I'm gonna fire his butt

first thing Monday morning.

Everybody that's got it coming

is gonna get it now.

Get out of here!

You bastard!

- Alan, what's wrong?

- Brian Rusk tried to kill himself.

God.

He's alive.

But I was there,

and I could've stopped him.

- Why?

- I don't know.

Polly, did Nettie...

...ever say anything to you about Gaunt?

Anything strange?

What do you mean?

You got any aspirin?

My head's ripped apart.

Henry Beaufort.

That bastard, runs the Mellow Tiger,

cut my tires...

...threw me out in the rain

in my beautiful jacket.

Maybe then you should

just go take care of Henry...

...once and for all, Hugh.

- Once and for all?

- Yeah.

Don't be afraid of it, Hugh.

Guns don't kill people.

People kill people.

Hugh, I've been in this business

a long time.

When I started out,

I was just a poor wandering peddler...

...on the blind face of a distant land.

Moving, always moving. Always gone.

Asia, Anatolia...

...Palestine, Macedonia...

...year after year after year.

But in the end,

I always offered them weapons.

And they always bought.

But of course,

I was gone before they finally realized...

...what they'd purchased.

Jesus.

The young carpenter from Nazareth?

I knew him well. Promising young man.

He died badly.

What is this? Gaunt gave this to you?

- He didn't give it to me.

- It made the pain go away, didn't it?

Take it off.

It's a disease that looks like a cure.

Are you crazy?

Take it off.

I want to see what's inside this thing.

No!

Jesus.

What's the matter with you?

Don't you want me to feel better?

- Take it easy, will you?

- No, you take it easy. They're my hands.

You're not the one

who can't sleep at night.

You're not the one with

the oversized buttons on the telephone.

Yeah, and the oversized

Percodan prescription.

Hello.

Yes, he is. He's right here. Whoever he is.

Yeah?

Okay. That's what I thought.

Thanks, Norris.

Mr. Leland Gaunt never ran a business

in Akron, Ohio.

You checked on him?

He's a con man, or something worse.

There's been two murders...

...and an attempted suicide

in this quiet town in the last 48 hours...

...and Mr. Gaunt is at the bottom of it.

- Wilma Jerzyk killed Nettie.

Brian shot himself. You were there.

- Where you going? It's pouring.

- Good. He'll be home.

Put it on.

Put it back on, Polly.

The pain will go away.

I promise.

What's inside it? I have to know.

I'm terribly sorry. I can't tell you that.

That would spoil the fun, wouldn't it?

$20.

Does that seem a fair price

to ease the pain?

My purse.

$20.

And a small favor.

What sort of favor?

- He's a liar.

- No, he's not.

- And a thief.

- No.

Alan and old Buster Keeton...

...have been embezzling

from the town treasury, dear lady.

And the tax man is closing in.

Check his boat if you don't believe me.

All he's going to do is cause you pain.

Do as I say...

...and you'll never feel pain again, Polly.

You see, when everything else is gone...

...isn't a young woman at least

entitled to her pride...

...the coin without which

your purse is entirely empty?

Please.

I've always enjoyed those ladies

who take great pride in themselves.

Polly, you must realize

what a deep pleasure it is...

...doing business with you.

Alan?

- Wake up.

- Sh*t. Jesus Christ, Alan.

- He was there. Every time, he was there.

- What? Who?

Look at this.

England, Ohio, Honolulu,

Chicago, Sacramento...

...Cuba, Castle Rock.

- Who? Who was where?

- Gaunt. Mr. Leland Gaunt.

- Every goddamn time.

- Come on, Alan. 1894?

- Sheriff's Department.

- It's Polly, Alan.

Where are you?

I just tried calling your place.

- I'm on your boat. How could you?

- How could I what?

I want to find him. Call up Andy and John.

APB, the works.

I also want an APB on Dan Keeton,

Hugh Priest.

- I'm sorry. What?

- I found the money, Alan.

- Hold it. What money?

- The money that you and Dan Keeton...

...have been embezzling

from the town treasury.

Wait. What are you talking about?

I can put two and two together, Alan.

I'm not stupid.

I heard you covering up for him

with that tax guy.

I saw the two of you at his dealership.

I'm standing here looking at

thousands of dollars on your desk.

Who's been planting

this idea in your head?

You been talking to Gaunt?

Polly, listen to me.

I don't know what you found,

but first of all, if I stole some money...

...you think I'd leave it

laying around on my desk?

The guy is evil.

Don't go near him. He's Brian's monster.

Somehow... There are newspapers, Polly.

He's not a human being.

Andy, this is Norris. Listen.

Get over to the office right now.

Don't ask why. Just do it.

Polly, listen to me.

Stay where you are, okay?

Stay there. I'm coming right over, okay?

I'm coming home.

Wait a minute.

What do you mean, "He's a monster?"

I met the guy.

Listen, he looks like my uncle.

My car!

You son of a b*tch!

I'll get you! I'll get all of you!

Get this, you fat f***.

Sh*t! Goddamn!

Look! You think I wouldn't know...

...with your name on every goddamn ticket

making fun of me?

God damn you, son of a b*tch!

You! The little prick worked for you!

Son of a b*tch.

You gave that little kid your gun.

What the hell are you thinking, Keeton?

Norris, you still alive?

Can you handle this or not?

Get your breath. Okay, you all right?

You okay? Look at me.

- Yeah!

- Get your sh*t together.

Lock this son of a b*tch up.

I gotta go see Polly.

Alone at last.

You pathetic piece of sh*t.

- I am not a piece of sh*t!

- Shut up!

- This is for my surprise package.

- No!

- No. Don't.

- Buster.

Gotcha.

Polly.

You here?

Pol?

Myrtle!

Come on!

Myrtle!

I thought you died on the john.

Danforth.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing's wrong.

Things are better

than they've been in years.

I just need a little help, that's all.

- Danforth, you're handcuffed to the door.

- Aren't you the f***ing genius?

Give me that hacksaw, will you?

- What did you do?

- Forget the hacksaw.

Give me that hammer

and the big screwdriver.

Now, you moron!

- Where do you think you're going?

- Danforth, I can't reach.

That's a drill. Did I ask for a drill?

- Why won't you help me?

- Danforth, I can't see.

I guess you want me to let you go...

...so you can run back in the house

and call them.

That's one.

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