Stand by Me Page #2

- Is it loaded?|- Hello, no. What do you think I am?

Jesus!

Let's get out of here. Come on.

Gordie did it. Gordon Lachance|is shooting up Castle Rock.

Shut up.

Hey, who did that?|Who's letting cherry bombs off out here?

You should have seen your face.|Damn, that was cool!

- That was really fine.|- You knew it was loaded, you wet end!

I'm in trouble now.|That Tupper babe saw me.

- Sh*t, she thought it was firecrackers.|- I don't care. It was a mean trick.

I didn't know it was loaded.

- Honest.|- You swear?

I swear.

On your mother's name?

Even if she goes to hell for your lie?

I swear.

Pinky swear?

Pinky swear.

Girls, where you going?

- Come on, my brother gave me that!|- And now you're giving it to me.

Give it to me!

That's mine.

You're a real a**hole, you know that?

Your brother's not very polite, Eyeball.

Now, Christopher.

I know you didn't mean to insult my friend.

I know he didn't mean to insult me.

That's why I'll give him the opportunity|to take it back.

- Sh*t.|- Take it back, kid.

- Stop it, you're hurting him.|- You bastard! Let go, man.

- Stop it! Cut it out!|- Take it back, kid.

You big... Okay, I take it back.

There.

Now I feel a whole lot better about this.

How about you?

Good.

See you later girls.

Let's just forget them.

What do we need a pistol for anyway?

It's spooky sleeping out at night|in the woods. You might see a bear.

Or a garbage can.

I brought a comb.

What do we need a comb for?

If we get on TV|we want to look good, don't we?

- That's a lot of thinking, Vern.|- Thanks.

Two for flinching.

How far do you think it's gonna be?

If we follow the tracks all the way|into Harlow, it should be about 20 miles.

Sound about right to you?

It might even be 30.

Maybe we should just hitchhike.

- No way, that sucks.|- Why not?

We could go out to Route 7|to the Shiloh church...

...then down the Back Harlow Road.|We'll be there by sundown.

That's p*ssy.

It's a long way.

Did your mother ever have any kids|that lived?

What do you mean?

We have to fill up at the junkyard.|My dad said it was a safe well.

- Not if Chopper's there.|- If he's there we'll send you in.

Very funny.

I'm kind of hungry. Who's got the food?

Did anybody bring anything?

Not me.

This is great. What are we supposed|to do? Eat our feet?

You mean,|you didn't bring anything, either?

This wasn't my idea. It was Vern's.|Why didn't you bring something?

I have to think of everything?|I brought the comb.

What do you need a comb for?|You don't have any hair.

I brought it for you guys,|so you'd have a comb.

Let's see how much money we've got?

I got $1.02.

And 68 cents from Chris.

I haven't found my pennies yet.

$2.37 cents, not bad.

Quidaciolu's is at the end of the road|by the junkyard.

I think we can get some stuff there.

Train coming.

Geronimo!

Come on, Teddy.

I'm gonna dodge it.

Get off the tracks. You're crazy.

Train dodge. Dig it?

Get the hell off the tracks.|You want to get yourself killed?

Just like the beach at Normandy.

Don't tell me what to do or I'll kill you.

I'm trying to save your life.

You want to kill yourself?

Is that what you want, goddamn it?

You tried to kill yourself.

I don't need no babysitter.

You do, too.

Skin it.

I could have dodged it.

Listen, you can dodge it on the way back.

Peace.

Skin it.

About this time, Charlie and Billy|were playing mailbox baseball...

... with Ace and Eyeball.

Sh*t on that. Goddamn it!

Shouldn't have gone for a wooden one.

Why don't you tell me something|I don't know, a**hole?

Billy, you're up.

You guys win.|I don't want to play no more.

You can't quit.

We only played three innings.|That'd be a non-official game.

Ace, me and...

What's with you homos?|You've been acting psycho all day.

What is it?

It's nothing, right?

Then if you don't mind,|I'd like to finish this game...

...before I start collecting|my social security, okay?

You're up, Billy. Move it.

All right, give me this f***ing stick.

Let's play ball.

Foul ball.

Vern, it looks like|your mom's been out driving again.

That's so funny I forgot to laugh.

Stand back, men!

Paratroopers, over the side!

"No Trespassing" was enforced|by Milo Pressman, the junkman...

... and his dog, Chopper.

The most feared and least seen dog|in Castle Rock.

Legend had it that|Milo had trained Chopper not just to sic...

... but to sic specific parts|of the human anatomy.

Thus, a kid who had illegally scaled|the junkyard fence...

... might hear the dread cry:|"Chopper, sic balls!"

But right now neither the dread Chopper|nor Milo...

... was anywhere in sight.

Teddy's crazy.

Come on, men, move it out!

He won't live to be 20, I bet.

Remember the time you saved him|in the tree?

I dream about that sometimes.

Except in the dream I miss him.|I just get a few hairs and down he goes.

It's weird.

That is weird.

But you didn't miss him.

Chris Chambers never misses, does he?

Not even when|the ladies leave the seat down.

Race you.

- No, I don't think so.|- Over to the pump.

- I'm kind of tired. Go.|- You're a dead man, Lachance!

It looks like Lachance|has got him this time.

He's got Chambers beat.

But what's this?|Chambers is making his move.

Lachance is fading|and it's Chambers at the tape.

The crowd goes wild.

You guys been watching|"The Mickey Mouse Club" lately?

I think Annette's tits are getting bigger.

- You think so?|- I think so.

I think he's right.

I've been noticing that the A and the E|are starting to bend around the sides.

Annette's tits are great.

This is a really good time.

The most.

A blast.

Vern didn't just mean being off limits|inside the junkyard...

... or fudging on our folks...

... or going on a hike up the tracks|to Harlow. He meant those things, but...

... it seems to me now it was more|and that we all knew it.

Everything was there and around us.

We knew exactly who we were|and exactly where we were going.

It was grand.

Great, spit at the fat kid. Real good.

What time is it?

It's a quarter after one.

You'd better go get the food.|Junkyard opens at 3:00.

Chopper'll be here.

Sic balls.

You go. You can pick us up|on the way back.

I'm not going alone. We should all go.

- I'm staying right here.|- I'm not going.

Girls, cool it. We'll flip for it.

Okay.

Odd man goes.

That's you, Gordie, odd as a cod.

Flip or eat lead.

Four tails.

Jesus, man, that's a goocher.

- That doesn't mean anything.|- No, let's go again.

That's really bad.

Remember Clint Bracken and those guys|got wiped out on Weed Hill in Durham?

He said they flipped for beers|and they came up with a goocher...

...just before they got in the car.

And, bang! They all got totalled.

I don't like this. Sincerely.

Nobody believes that crap|about moons and goochers.

It's baby stuff. Now come on, flip again.

Are you going to flip or not?

We don't have all day.

You lose, Gordie.

Gordie loses.

Old Gordie just screwed the pooch.

Does the word "retarded"|mean anything to you?

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