Something Wicked This Way Comes Page #3

About that strong old current that swept

you way out in the middle of the river.

And I stood there and watched...

...tied to the riverbank and helpless.

'Cause I had a dad who didn't think

it was right to teach boys to swim.

Well...

...there was a man standin'.

drinkin' liquor out of a stone bottle

on the other side of the river.

and he dove in after you.

Dove in without even taking his boots

off and pulled you out of danger.

You must've been all of

four years old at the time.

I knew someone caught hold of me.

Someone who wasn't me.

No one else knew who it was, but I did.

It was Harry Nightshade, son.

Your friend Jim's dad.

A couple of years before

he lit off across the seas

and was never seen in this town again.

Mr. Nightshade did your father's work.

Can't forgive myself for that.

Or him either, I guess.

But I'll tell you somethin', son.

When you see the end of things

comin' close and starin' at you.

it's not what you've done that you regret.

it's what you didn't do.

And most of all...

...that afternoon at the river.

when there was nothin' I could do, Will.

Blame my father if you like, blame me.

We gotta stop blaming sometime.

I wish you could be happy.

Well... just tell me I'll live forever.

Then I'll be happy.

Dad, don't talk death.

Someone'll hear you and...

Dad...

Guess I kept you up kinda late.

Up you go.

- Do you want to come up this way?

- Hmm? Uh, I don't think so.

- Because you're welcome.

- Uh, no. I want to finish my cigar.

- I don't want to ditch you.

- I gotta lock up, Will.

Why do boys always keep

their windows open?

Warm blood.

Warm blood?

That was your father's problem.

What are you doing still awake?

Do I look like him?

I mean, do I look like my father?

Too like.

The day you leave home.

my Harry will be dead forever.

Go to sleep now, sweet dreams.

- Good night, mom.

- Good night, darling.

Yes, please!

Please.

Please.

Help me!

Please, help me!

Please, help me!

Jim, you're ditching me, Jim!

- Where are you goin'?

- Back to the merry-go-round.

Oh, no you ain't.

He'll be there, that Mr. Cooger.

Making himself so big and tall

and strong that he'll kill us.

Let go. Let go, or so help me...

I'll remember this when...

- When what?

- When I'm older, darn it, older.

When you're older?

- I didn't mean...

- Oh, yes you did!

If that darn merry-go-round

could make Mr. Cooger younger...

...why, you think you'd be older

if you got on it and went

the other way around.

Is that what you figured out

in your little mind, Jim Nightshade?

You'd be 2 feet taller, looking down at me.

And you'd ditch me.

Wait!

That's the trouble.

those two boys. Should we...

Just make certain

they don't interfere in our work.

Oh, doom, damnation.

death and destruction.

Who tells you?

Tom Fury tells you.

Tell me when, you old fool.

When is the lightning due?

I am Tom Fury.

Did I take the name?

No, sir. The name took me...

I must know.

Lightning reveals our dark corners.

Rain washes away our dust.

Tell me when.

What color is lightning?

Where does the thunder go when it dies?

- Mr. Crosetti.

- And Mr. Tetley!

What country does the rain come from?

Who knows? Tom Fury knows.

If I show her to you, your bride...

...you will tell me when

the storm is coming.

Most beautiful.

More beautiful than Pocahontas

and Helen of Troy...

You will tell me

when the storm is coming.

When comes the storm?

Oh. Tom Fury says the lightning

shall jump the worid.

and make men hop and skip

like scalded cats.

You fool. Lightning shall make you

hop and make you tell!

Ohh. Tom told to... aah...

- Tom Fury has a secret!

- When?

So does the lightning and the thunder.

Aah!

Stop. Stop it!

Those boys,,,,

They've seen too much.

Hunt them down...

...and bring them back to me.

It's that Jim Nightshade. And take

your hat off. He's a bad influence.

- But mom...

- Don't you "but mom" me.

How dare you sneak out this late?

I want no excuses.

Now march right upstairs.

Best go up, son.

You know, I never liked my father either.

a lot of the time.

- Was Grandpa a good man?

- Everyone thought so.

- He knew about evil?

- Sure talked a lot about it.

Really knew?

We had devils for breakfast.

lunch, and supper in our house.

I believe in devils.

But if you're a good person.

they can't hurt you, can they?

Am I... a good person?

I wouldn't count on your mother's answer

right now, but I think you are.

Yeah... Drink your milk, then.

Maybe we'll talk tomorrow.

- Dad?

- Hmm?

Be careful, Dad.

Something's going on.

- Something?

- Just be careful. OK?

OK.

Quick, Will, quick!

Listen to that.

Quick, Jim, this way.

Look out!

# So, when the morn

# of endless light is waking,

# and shades of evil

# from its splendors flee...

Hey, a parade!

No, a search... for us.

We can't go home.

They'd follow us and kill our folks.

- Hello?

- Dad, they're after us.

- Look son, you come home. And...

- I can't.

Will?

- They're coffins.

- Yeah, kid size.

Hi there!

Ma?

I love your parade!

- Hey. Charlie.

- Huh, Doc?

Charlie, look here. The bar is empty.

First time in 20 years, there's nobody

there, Ed must've just taken off.

He wouldn't do that. That's not like Ed.

- Now, that's odd.

- It sure is.

Hey Doc, have you seen Will and Ji...

Excuse me, gentlemen, I am a stranger

in this town, perhaps you could help me.

My name is Dark.

I'm looking for two young boys.

- Town's full of them.

- Yes. No doubt, sir. No doubt.

But these boys in particular.

they're two of a kind.

Much of a height. One towheaded.

the other black as pitch.

You could take them for blood brothers.

- What have they done?

- Done, sir? Why, nothing wrong, surely.

No, they're two lucky lads

who've won prizes at the carnival.

I merely wish to give them the valuable

rewards that they so richly deserve.

Can you help me?

Excuse me. See you, Doc.

Charlie.

Dad.

- Lose something, sir?

- Uh...

Uh, folks around here all seem

to be taking a holiday, hmm?

- Must be the carnival.

- These boys I'm looking for.

- perhaps you know them?

- Won prizes, I think you said.

- Lucky fellas. Have a cigar?

- No.

Well now. I wouldn't want a couple of

kids to miss out on their good fortune.

Let me see, that one.

Yes, I know him well.

- His name's, uh...

- Yes?

Uh, Milton Blumquist.

And that... oh, why. Avery Johnson.

Yeah. Fine boys, fine. Both of 'em

quite a credit to this little town.

if you want to know the truth.

I do want to know the truth, sir.

And the truth is that you are lying.

You see, I already have their names.

I got them from a blind girl.

used to be a teacher hereabouts.

A poor creature by the name of Foley.

Will is the fair-haired.

and Jim, the dark.

Now tell me, old man.

- what's your name?

- Halloway, sir.

- Charles William Halloway.

- Oh, yes. The town's librarian.

- I have the honor, sir.

- And have had for many years, I believe.

All that time spent living

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