Stephen King's It Page #6

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or why I came back.

Except for Georgie.

Better it doesn't all

come back at once.

- How come you remember it?

- I never left.

I look on a corner and there we were.

"Lucky seven."

Oh, man, that just came back.

Something else.

One of us lived around here.

Right.

- Bev!

- Right down the street.

She was poor. Her father

was the janitor. This was Poortown.

Yeah, still is.

Yours?

Hey, I'm a bachelor, Bill.

It's all I need.

It's clean and better yet,

it's paid for.

- Getting hungry?

- I haven't been since you called.

I've arranged dinner for all of us.

- Have you seen any of the others?

- Nope.

I had a feeling all afternoon.

I could tell when we each hit town.

We aren't all here yet.

No.

You too?

- Whatever it is, it's powerful.

- Here's to remembering.

What?

This might stimulate

those memory banks.

Silver.

I ran across it in the pawn shop.

Something made me buy it.

It's got a flat tire, but that's all

that's wrong. Here's the real kicker.

I bought this tube repair kit

on impulse...

...about three months before

I saw this bike.

There was some force

guiding us that summer.

It either came to help us

or we created it. But maybe...

...maybe it's still here.

I'm gonna change clothes.

Not the Paramount, you slime balls!

Where are people

supposed to get their culture?

- May I help you?

- Mike Hanlon.

He stepped out.

I'm sure he's coming back.

Good.

I'm gonna sit here

and I'm gonna wait here for him.

Come on, Tozier. Get a grip.

You looked like

you could use this water.

Thank you.

A little young for you,

isn't she, Richie?

Beep, beep, Richie.

I didn't hear that. I didn't!

I beg your pardon?

Come on up, Richie.

I got a balloon for you.

Don't you want a balloon?

What's the matter?

One balloon not enough?

Try a bunch!

Is everything all right?

Last chance, Tozier.

Get out before it gets dark tonight.

You're too old to stop me.

You're all too old!

- Tell Mike, if you see him...

- Excuse me, sir.

Do you have Prince Albert in a can?

You do?

Well, you better let the poor guy out.

Tell Mike Hanlon, say I had to go...

...I had to get cleaned up.

Tell him. Tell him!

Tell him I'll see him tonight.

Get out!

Last chance. Get out!

Get out while you can.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Is your refrigerator running? It is?

Well, you better catch it

before it runs away.

All right!

Toro! Toro!

Son of a gun.

Not just any cards.

- Bicycle.

- They always made the best noise.

Bill.

I see it.

Follow up on this Miller thing.

What? What's that?

You're breaking up, Fran.

I'll call you from the hotel.

Pull over here.

Wait for me.

- You're dead, fat boy.

- You're gonna die!

Get him!

- Tubby!

- You're dead!

- You're it, porky!

- You're it!

- Have a nice trip?

- See you later, porky.

You okay, buddy?

My knee.

- Lucky for me you had that hanky thing.

- Be prepared.

Here, why don't you just keep it?

I think I'll be okay now.

Hang tough, champ.

You're gonna make it.

Ben! Ben Hanscom!

Nice to see you again.

What have you been up to

all these years?

We can't wait to get you down here

with us.

You're in my mind.

Only in my mind.

Any spare change, mister?

Hey, who walked all over your grave?

I wasn't gonna hurt you.

I don't even know you.

Let's go.

- Derry Inn, did you say?

- Yeah.

Reliving your childhood?

Something like that. Just saying hi

to some old ghosts, you know.

Oh, hell. Time does go by.

Here's that prescription.

- How old are you now, son?

- Eleven. Almost 12.

Old enough. Come with me.

Come on.

Relax, Eddie.

I'm not gonna bite you.

Your troubles come from

always being tight and stiff.

You take your asthma, for instance.

- You know what a placebo is, Eddie?

- I gotta go.

- It's water, with a squirt of camphor.

- No.

Your mother is determined

that you're ill.

You're caught in the middle.

It's all a lie, a great big lie!

I do have asthma. I do!

Sir?

Your prescription.

Nothing like a good pull

on the old lung-sucker, huh?

Thank you.

Junior, bring me a cigar.

You know you can't have one, Granddad.

Mr. Keene?

Mr. Keene.

Hello.

- Cigar for the old man?

- I'm sorry, I don't have any.

I'm Eddie Kaspbrak.

Sonia Kaspbrak's son?

How about some licorice?

I was always partial to licorice.

I just wanted to thank you for trying

to tell me the truth a long time ago.

You look a little peaked, sonny.

- I better go.

- Hydrous.

- What?

- H2O.

Water.

It's only water.

It's all in your head, sonny.

You do remember me.

Oh, Mr. Keene...!

Mr. Keene?

- Get out of Derry while you still can.

- Mr. Keene, please.

Beware, little Eddie.

Beware!

Girly boy!

No cigar, sonny.

I was always partial to licorice.

- I'm sorry. I was looking for Marsh.

- Marsh?

- Yes.

- There's no Marsh here. Unless...

- You don't mean Alvin Marsh?

- Yes, my father.

I hate to be the one to have

to tell you this, a stranger...

...but your father's been dead

the last five years.

But the bell...

"Kersh." I thought it said Marsh.

I'm Mrs. Kersh.

I knew your father a little.

- Come in. Let me give you tea.

- I couldn't.

You could and you will. I insist.

Feel free to look around.

Perhaps you'd like to freshen up?

Did you fall asleep in there?

It's teatime.

Tea.

Tea would be nice.

I love what you've done with

the place. It's different. So cozy.

How kind you are, miss.

I call all the pretty young girls miss.

- Don't take offense.

- No.

Well, go on, dear.

Drink it while it's nice and hot.

Well, don't trouble your

pretty little head, dear. I'll get it.

- It did say Marsh on the doorbell.

- Lf you're wise, you'll run, dear.

Because to stay will mean worse than

your death. They float down there.

They float.

I worry about you, Bevvie.

I worry a lot.

It won't do you

any good to run, Bevvie.

You're not real. You're not real!

I told you the first time you

introduced me to him, he was a twit.

- I didn't ask you over to insult Bill.

- How dare he do this!

You've been complaining

since we started this.

He'll never work in movies again.

If you could have seen his face.

It was frightening.

Nothing like a crisis to bring

the estranged couple together.

Or pull them apart...

...if the gods are smiling.

- Please.

I am simply pointing out that this

could be a blessing in disguise.

Would you consider giving me

a few days?

I shall pretend

I didn't hear that, Audra.

I can replace your imbecilic husband.

I cannot replace you.

Don't even think about leaving, Audra.

You've worked hard

to get where you are.

I know you'd do nothing to imperil that

or damage our business relationship.

Or to turn a friend into an enemy,

ready to crucify you at any cost.

But there's no need

to talk about that now.

See you tomorrow.

International reservations, please.

Yes, I'd like a seat on your next

flight to the United States.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for the Hanlon party.

- Eddie?

- Ben?

- Eddie Kaspbrak?

- Haystack?

- What happened to the rest of you?

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