Stand by Me Page #6

No, there is something on your neck.

It's a leech. Leeches!

- Oh, my God!|- Leeches!

Get them off!

Lay off me!

- Gordie, there's some on your back.|- Get them off!

Are there any on mine?

Oh, sh*t, Chris.

Oh, sh*t, man.

Are you okay?

Can you hear me?

Are you there?

Maybe he's dead.

He's not dead. He's still breathing, idiot.

I don't know.

Just cool it, you guys. He just fainted.

I never met anybody who fainted before.

Maybe he made a bad mistake|and looked at your face.

Shut up, Teddy.

You okay?

- Yeah.|- Let's go.

Maybe we should take Gordie back.

Great, Chambers,|now you're turning p*ssy, too!

What's your problem?|He had a leech on his balls. He fainted.

Are you his mother?

- Eat sh*t.|- You eat sh*t.

I think Chris is right. Let's go back.

What a surprise! The king of the pussies|wants to go back, too.

- Stop calling me that.|- What, "p*ssy"? P*ssy!

- Stop it!|- P*ssy!

You four-eyed psycho!

Get off me!

Two for flinching.|Do I get two for flinching?

You like it, Teddy?

- Come on, you guys. Break it up.|- Stop it!

I'm not going back.

- Idiot.|- Shut up! Retard.

At the time, I didn't know why I needed|to see that body so badly.

Even if no one had followed me,|I would have gone on alone.

No way, Ace! Not this time, man.|No way!

- Go for it, Vince.|- You want to race?

Oh, my God, I got him.

You are history. History!

- Fall back, Ace.|- Don't f*** around.

Jesus Christ, Ace! Fall back, man!

Sh*t, man! Sh*t!

I won.

You let him beat you, you cock-knocker.

Coming though the woods,|I bet we saved over an hour.

Is this the Back Harlow Road?

The Brower kid must be|around here someplace.

Teddy and Vern|watch the left side of the tracks.

- We'll take the right.|- All right.

There he is! I see him! Look!

Look over there! I see him!

None of us could breathe.

Somewhere under those bushes|was the rest of Ray Brower.

The train had knocked Ray|out of his Keds...

... just like it had knocked the life|out of his body.

Jesus.

The kid wasn't sick.

The kid wasn't sleeping.

The kid was dead.

Let's look for some long branches.|We'll build him a stretcher.

Gordie?

Why did you have to die?

What's the matter with Gordie?

Nothing.

You guys just go over there|and look for some branches?

Okay.

Why did he have to die, Chris?

Why did Denny have to die? Why?

I don't know.

- It should have been me.|- Don't say that.

- It should have been me.|- Don't say that, man.

I'm no good. My dad said it. I'm no good.

He doesn't know you.

He hates me.

He doesn't hate you.

- He hates me.|- No.

He just doesn't know you.

He hates me. My dad hates me.

He hates me. Oh, God.

You're gonna be a great writer someday.

You might even write about us guys,|if you ever get hard-up for material.

I guess I'd have to be pretty hard-up?

Yeah.

What the f*** do you know about this?

Son of a b*tch! My little brother.

You wasn't planning on taking|the body from us, was you, boys?

You get away.

We found him. We got dibs.

We better start running, Eyeball.|They got dibs.

We earned him. You guys came in a car.|That's not fair. He's ours.

"That's not fair. He's ours."

Well, not anymore.

There are four of us, Eyeball.|You just make your move.

We will. Don't you worry.

Vern, you little son of a whore.

- You was under the porch.|- No, I swear it wasn't me.

You keyhole-peeping bung.|I ought to beat the living sh*t out of you.

You guys have two choices.

Either leave quietly and we take the body...

...or you stay|and we beat the sh*t out of you.

And we take the body.

- Besides, me and Billy found him first.|- Vern told us how you found him.

"Billy, I wish we'd never boosted that car."

"Billy, I think I just turned|my Fruit of the Looms into fudge factory."

- That's it. Your ass is grass!|- Hold it.

Okay, Chambers, you little f*ggot.|This is your last chance.

What do you say, kid?

Why don't you go home|and f*** your mother some more?

You're dead.

Come on, let's split.

- They're not taking him.|- Come on, this is crazy.

- They're not taking him.|- He's got a knife, man.

Ace, come on.

You're gonna have to kill me, Ace.

No problem.

You're not taking him.|Nobody's taking him.

Come on, kid, just give me the gun|before you take your foot off.

You ain't got the sack|to shoot a woodchuck.

Don't move, Ace.

I'll kill you. I swear to God.

Come on, Lachance, give me the gun.

You must have at least some|of your brother's good sense.

Suck my fat one,|you cheap dime-store hood.

What are you going to do, shoot us all?

No, just you.

We're gonna get you for this.

Maybe you will and maybe you won't.

We will.

We're not going to forget this,|if that's what you're thinking.

This is big time, baby.

"Suck my fat one"?

Whoever told you,|you had a fat one, Lachance?

Biggest one in four counties.

Are we going to take him?

No.

But we came all this way?

We're supposed to be heroes.

Not this way, Teddy.

Chris, give me a hand.

Ray Brower's body was found...

... but neither our gang|nor their gang got the credit.

We decided that an anonymous phone call|was the best thing to do.

We headed home. And although|many thoughts raced through our minds...

... we barely spoke.

We walked all night|and made it back to Castle Rock...

... a little past 5:00 on Sunday morning,|the day before Labour Day.

We'd only been gone two days,|but somehow the town seemed different...

... smaller.

See you in school.

See you in Junior High.

Penny.

I better get home, before my mom|puts me on the "10 Most Wanted List".

No hard feelings, okay?

No way, man.

As time went on we saw less and less|of Teddy and Vern...

... until eventually they became|just two more faces in the halls.

It happens sometimes.

Friends come in and out of your life|like busboys in a restaurant.

I heard that Vern got married|out of high school, had four kids...

... and is now the forklift operator|at the Arsenault Lumber Yard.

Teddy tried to get into the Army,|but his eyes and his ear kept him out.

Last I'd heard|he'd spent some time in jail...

... and was now doing odd jobs|around Castle Rock.

I'm never gonna get out of this town,|am I, Gordie?

You can do anything you want, man.

Sure.

Give me some skin.

I'll see you.

Not if I see you first.

Chris did get out.

He enrolled in the college courses with me.

And although it was hard,|he gutted it out like he always did.

He went on to college|and eventually became a lawyer.

Last week,|he entered a fast-food restaurant.

Just ahead of him,|two men got into an argument.

One of them pulled a knife.

Chris, who'd always made the best peace,|tried to break it up.

He was stabbed in the throat.

He died almost instantly.

Dad, can we go now?

- You ready?|- We've been ready for an hour.

I'll be right there.

He said that a half hour ago.

My dad's weird.|He gets like that when he's writing.

Rate this script:3.5 / 2 votes