Salem's Lot Page #5

With a friend. A girlfriend.

I'll give you the number if you'd like.

Yeah, okay.

It's only an interview. If I get the job,

I wouldn't have to start until June.

That's not so bad, is it?

Well, I guess it'll have to do.

Let us pray.

"Lord God, through Your mercy, may those

who have lived in faith find eternal peace.

"Bless this grave and send Your angel

to watch over it.

"As we bury the body of Danny Glick

welcome him into Your presence...

"...and with Your saints let him rejoice

in Your presence forever.

"We ask this through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

"Amen.

"With faith in Jesus Christ,

we reverently bring the body of this child...

"...to be buried in its human imperfection."

Have plans for tonight?

More or less.

Susan's gone to Boston.

I heard.

I hope she gets it.

Do you?

Whatever is best.

Should I believe that?

Not entirely, but that's what I want to feel.

Everything is all right?

I'm glad I stayed.

How about the job?

Tomorrow?

So when are you coming home?

Friday.

Well, there's really not much point,

is there?

No.

Tonight I'm having dinner with Jason Berk.

Just Jason and me.

I miss you too.

Ned Tebbets was around here today,

fixing a toilet and threatening to fix you.

I just thought I'd tell you.

You're a nice guy.

I'd hate to see you get all busted up.

Thanks.

He's got to be feeling something.

I mean, after all, the Glick boys were

on their way home from seeing him.

Did you look at him at the funeral?

He keeps his feelings in hand.

I don't want him going

in the woods anymore.

I'll go up and see him.

How are you, Son?

Fine, Dad.

Finished your homework?

A long time ago.

Can you get out of these?

Easy. Put them on me.

Go ahead.

Let's see.

Where's the key?

I don't need it.

Not too tight?

I want it tight.

There.

What do you know!

You want to tie me up?

I don't think so.

I can get out of any knot. Try me.

Hands behind my back.

Some other time, Son.

Sometimes I wonder...

...why you're so interested

in monsters and magic and...

Why do you think that is, Mark?

I always have been.

I can't explain it. It's the way I am.

Like you were interested in numbers,

so you became an accountant.

At least I can earn a living.

I'll earn a living.

That's it? Thanks.

Hey, wait.

Just had FBI, Boston on the phone.

Run down on Ben Mears,

Straker and Barlow.

What did they say?

Straker is British by birth.

Fifty-eight years old.

Applied for extended visa 18 months ago.

No criminal record at all.

Barlow?

Born in Germany. Left in '20s before Hitler.

Naturalized British.

Changed his name from Brikin.

Anything else?

Been in the import-export business

with Straker since 1943.

He travels alone.

Seems to keep to himself.

Straker's the one who stays in front.

Has he shown up yet?

Barlow?

No.

What about Mears?

He was born here, in Salem's Lot.

Left at the age of 10.

His wife died in an automobile accident

two years ago.

He's a left-winger.

Against nuclear power, stuff like that.

No record?

Travels a lot.

No connection between Mears

and the other two?

Wouldn't say so.

Then why is he so interested

in the Marsten house?

And why did they buy it?

There's a connection, I'm telling you.

Well, how's the book coming?

Hard.

Tough way to make a living.

Well, it's not much of a living,

but it's the only way I know.

Is the Marsten house still

center of the story?

Yep.

What about the Glick boys?

Did you connect them with the house?

Everything here's connected with it.

You can see it in every part of the town.

It's like a beacon throwing off

an energy force.

Are you on something?

No.

Drugs?

Sick. I feel sick.

Since when?

First, I found my dog dead.

And then, there was the funeral yesterday.

I fell asleep on Harmony Hill.

Didn't wake up until morning.

This was after Danny Glick's funeral?

Yeah.

I went back to finish. Royal...

...wasn't there.

I started to feel...

...sick. Can I have a drink?

Miss. Whiskey.

What do you remember, Mike?

Singing.

Singing?

Sweet...

Sweetest singing I've ever heard.

I'm feeling like drowning in it.

And eyes.

Eyes.

Whose eyes?

Bright and...

...scary.

Whose?

I don't remember.

I dreamed.

You slept there all night?

Yeah, all night.

What about last night?

I remember a dream.

Somebody out there.

I let him in.

Who?

I don't know.

Listen to me, Mike.

Mike, I want you to stay

at my house tonight.

Will you do that for me?

We'll arrange to see Dr. Norton tomorrow.

All right.

I don't care.

Open the window.

Open the window, Mark.

Open the window, Mark.

Please.

Let me in.

It's okay, Mark, I'm your friend.

He commands it.

No, Mark.

Go away.

Go away!

Son, are you awake?

Yeah, kind of.

Did you have a bad dream?

Maybe.

I don't remember.

You called out in your sleep.

I'm sorry.

Do you want anything?

No.

Good night, then.

Good night, Dad.

Come in.

I hope these will be all right.

Turn your head, Mike.

This way.

Where did you get these marks?

I don't know.

Call me in the night if you want anything.

Anything.

Even if you have a bad dream.

Will you be sure to do that?

Anything, I mean it.

I'll be right down the hall.

I will.

Mr. Mears, telephone.

Telephone.

All right. Just a minute.

What, is it long distance?

No, it's Jason Berk.

What time is it?

It's a little after 4:00.

Mr. Berk sounds very upset.

Yeah, Jason?

What's the matter?

Well, give me about ten minutes.

Well, no. I'm... I was a Baptist.

Do you have...

...a rosary or a crucifix?

In my bedroom. Mr. Berk asked for it?

Yes, please.

He's not Catholic.

I don't even think he goes to church.

Please.

He's all right, Jason. He's sleeping.

The window's open.

It was closed and locked. I made sure of it.

The sun's coming up.

Look.

It's blood.

A single drop.

Mike, wake up.

There is no pulse.

Marks on the neck?

No.

Nothing.

No marks.

Nothing.

Do you think I'm crazy?

No.

- Do you believe me about the marks?

- I guess I'll have to.

But where does that put us, Jason?

It puts us in the position

where we have to do something.

Could he have died

of a virus or something?

The window, the marks on his neck, and

I heard him invite someone into the room.

That terrible laughter.

Do you know what will happen to you...

...if we whisper a word

of what you just told me?

Funny old duck living alone. How can

we trust him to teach our children?

I can't help you, Jason.

I saw a body. Nothing else.

And I'm an outsider. A writer. A crazy.

If we do nothing...

There is something we can do.

We can check this all out.

Call Dr. Norton.

Call the constable.

Let the machinery take over.

Don't even tell Dr. Norton he's dead.

- Not dead!

- But how do we know he is?

Let the medical people check it out.

Let them find the cause of death.

All the times Mike drove that...

...not guessing how soon

he'd be riding in the back.

Mears, I want you to testify

for the coroner's jury.

I'll be there.

Good.

Better do my paperwork.

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