Stephen King's It Page #4

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I need that new material.

NAT:
I have somebody you got to meet...

- Hold on! Hold on!

- Buona sera!

- Richie?

- Who's this?

MIKE:
Mike Hanlon.

- Who?

- Mike Hanlon.

- Who?!

- Mike Hanlon, from Derry! Remember?

Yeah. Sure, I remember you, pally.

NAT:
What about subbing for Carson

on Monday night? Who's gonna do it?

RICHIE:

Let Leno do it.

- What am I gonna tell them?

- Whatever! I need a few days, Nat!

For what? The reunion of your

Cub Scout pack at Grover's Corners?

What is it? A broad? The Mob?

- I don't know what it is.

- Now, don't insult my intelligence.

- I made a promise.

- We've been through a lot together!

You're doing fine.

You can handle this.

YOUNG RICHIE:

No, this can 't be happening!

Help! God, help!

Help!

YOUNG BILL:
They felt its breath,

hot against their faces.

They released the stones

and ran out of the cave.

Now they were home.

Nothing can change how they felt.

They'd learned to be strong together.

They'd beaten the dragon...

...and nothing would ever

be the same again.

Write that one down.

That's my favorite.

- Really excellent.

- Beautiful.

Yeah. Bill will leave this town

and meet Sandra Dee...

...and all the other babes

in Hollywood.

Dream on, Richie.

I'm not sure I want to grow up at all.

YOUNG EDDIE:
I'll be a train conductor

and see the world.

YOUNG RICHIE:
If your mom ever

lets you cross the street.

I want to be a rock 'n' roll singer

or an impressionist.

- Your voices all sound the same.

- Thanks a bunch.

- How about you?

- A painter. I've been learning to draw.

Fighter pilot.

I'll join the Air Force.

An ornithologist.

I like cataloging things.

Can I tell you guys something?

- Lf you guys laugh...

YOUNG BEN:
We won't laugh, will we?

- No.

- No.

The other night, in Georgie's room...

MAN:
What on earth?

For the love of Mike!

Look at this mess!

The saints preserve us!

Officer Nell.

You're fixing to back-flood

all the drains in town!

- Whose idea was this?

- I showed them how. It's my fault.

- It was my idea.

- Me too.

- I was in on it.

- And me.

- I suppose it was your idea too, lass?

- Yes.

Listen to me. There's been

another murder. Little Velma Daniels.

- Velma Daniels?

- Her body was found by the canal.

So if you come here to play,

come together like you are now.

That means together, all the time.

Your hands on it?

So, what was Bill going

to tell us?

I don't know.

He's been acting awful moody lately.

In fact, they all have. But with this

food, who can blame them?

Well, hey, Larry, Curly and Moe.

- Beep, beep, Richie.

HENRY:
All right, twerp, who threw it?

Was it you? It was you, wasn't it?

Tell me and you might live

through this.

The Paramount Theater, who did it?

Way to go, banana-heels!

Tozier!

Bowers!

Go downstairs and get a mop

from Mr. Marsh and clean this up!

Go on!

[WHISTLES]

Mr. Marsh!

Mr. Marsh!

Great. Just great.

Yoo-hoo, Mr. Marsh?

Are you down here?

Probably drunk as a skunk.

Mr. Marsh?

[RATTLING]

Mr. Marsh?

Mr. Marsh?

I had a little accident

in the cafeteria.

No, this isn't happening.

Help!

God, help!

Beep, beep, Richie!

Come back anytime!

I'll show you how to float down here.

They all float down here!

RICHIE:

Help!

You gotta help me! Somebody, please!

In the basement! There's a werewolf!

[LAUGHING]

Stop him.

Stop him.

Stop him!

MIKE:
I remember that day.

One of the best days of my life.

We were lucky we didn 't

get ourselves killed that summer.

Maybe there was something

more than luck at work. If so...

... I hope it returns when they do.

Lucky seven.

I brought a photo album. My dad

was in Derry during World War II.

He started collecting photos

that go way back.

- Who'd want a history of this toilet?

- How long will you be in here with me?

- Continue.

- This is the old ironworks.

One Sunday in 1930,

there was an Easter egg hunt here.

But the ironworks exploded,

and people got killed.

This is the Derry standpipe.

It supplied water...

...until a big disaster back in 1900.

Maybe the biggest mystery

is how 253 settlers...

...disappeared without a trace.

Thank you, Michael,

for that illuminating...

...if somewhat morbid, history.

Now, who's next?

Howdy, partner!

Give it here!

Or what, boy? Or what?

The n*gger here lives down the street

from me and my dad.

- Give it here!

- And giving me...

...and my daddy grief

for a long, long time!

You like fireworks, boy?

What do you say to a rocket

in your pocket?

Hey, you! Stop that right now!

HENRY:

Get him!

YOUNG BILL:
Glad I'm not the only one

who saw it.

YOUNG RICHIE:
First it was a werewolf.

YOUNG EDDIE:
I just saw a clown.

Don't you see,

it was the werewolf for Richie...

...because he saw that dumb movie.

- But it was a clown underneath.

It's an evil being

that can read our minds...

...and take the shape we're afraid of.

- That's what happened to all the kids?

- Get serious.

BOY 1:

Come on! Come on!

Why didn't you say anything?

I thought you guys

would think I was nuts.

- I thought it was just me.

- You're not alone.

- But it isn't empirically possible.

- Real. It was so real.

- It almost had my guts for garters.

- Just the influence of the movie.

Couldn't it be just a guy dressed up

in a clown suit?

No.

It's some kind of monster.

And it's right here in Derry.

HENRY:
I'm gonna bury you!

- Oh, God, Henry Bowers.

- We better get out of here.

- Dummy up, all of you. Rocks.

- Rocks!

- Rocks! Ammo!

YOUNG MIKE:

Help me! Please help me.

You're dead!

Well, what do you know? It's

the fat boy, the Jew and the sissy.

Four-eyes and the patch girl.

N*gger, you know how to pick them.

- The losers club.

- Yeah, the Losers Club.

I got bones to pick with you,

but I'll let that go for today.

Today I want him! So buzz off.

Why don't you get out of here?

- Who's gonna make me?

- We are.

- What, chubs?

- Dig the wax out of your ears!

- You're through, B-Bowers! Get out!

- You stuttering freak.

You're gonna get such a surprise!

BOY 2:

Come on, Bowers!

Ow!

PATRICK:

Run, Henry!

Come on!

- Get out.

- What if I won't?

I think the six of us could put you

in the hospital.

Seven.

- I'll kill you all.

- Get some new material, champ.

I'll kill you all!

I'll kill you all!

Thanks.

Anytime.

Who are you guys anyway?

We're sort of a club.

- Yeah, the Losers Club.

- Yeah.

- You want in?

- Yeah. Yeah, I do.

We're seven now.

Lucky seven.

Hey, wait a second.

YOUNG BEN:

Camera!

YOUNG MIKE:

There's no way to date this one.

- It's probably the early or mid 1700s.

- Hold it.

- Pennywise the Clown?

- That's him. That's him!

- 200 years ago? He was here then?

- It's just a drawing!

Now look. Here he is again,

the same man.

- It's not a man.

- It...

It!

That's what happened back

in Georgie's room!

[CIRCUS MUSIC PLAYS]

YOUNG BILL:

Look!

[ROARS]

I'll kill you all!

I'll drive you crazy,

and I'll kill you all!

I'm every nightmare you've ever had!

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