Stephen King's It Page #7

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- Gone but not forgotten. Hey, buddy!

Oh, my God.

Where's Tozier

when you need a good line?

- Ben?

- I'm afraid so.

- I can't believe it. Look at you.

- Hey, Bill.

- Hey.

- Michael, oh, God.

- Mike, is that you?

- Such as I am.

- Listen. Who wants a drink?

- I'll have one.

- What's this?

- That's my dog.

- I'll have club soda, okay?

- This is good.

Don't let them see you like this.

That was a hallucination. It was too

much fun in '67. Just get ahold.

You work too hard.

- You guys.

- I'll have one.

I propose a toast...

Who got bald, and how many

of God's children got wings?

Beep, beep, Richie!

- Richie, beep, beep.

- Mike, hey!

- 911, pal.

- Hey, buddy.

- How are you?

- Fine. You?

Beverly.

What a bunch of handsome old men.

Hi, good looking.

Richie!

I'd rather catch you than anybody else

in the whole world, Beverly.

I just saw all of you and so much

came back. It was like a tidal wave.

Mike, what are we

getting ourselves into?

- Hi, Bev.

- Hi.

Oh, I'm so proud of you.

Where's...

You all right, Bev?

Yes.

No, I...

- I saw something today.

- Same here.

Oh, man.

What I saw at the library, whoa!

- Was it Pennywise?

- With both barrels it was Pennywise.

He's working on us already.

- Maybe that means he's afraid.

- It.

- It's afraid.

- Oh, man. It!

Help us remember. Fill in the gaps.

Yeah, please. Because I don't know

what you guys are talking about.

I can't remember much of anything.

When I try, it kind of clouds over.

I mean, didn't you feel it?

As I crossed the county line,

this veil dropped over my eyes.

- Maybe it's the water.

- The water?

Maybe it's the sewer.

This is battery acid.

- Eddie!

- Eddie, take a breath, man. Breathe.

I'm okay. I think I remember

who Pennywise was now:

Big white guy, red nose...

...about 75 feet tall,

mouth full of razor-sharp teeth...

Oh, Eddie.

What the hell is happening?

I mean, what is going on?

I'm sorry.

It was just a very vivid memory.

I stared that creep right in the face.

And you saved Stan's life.

You remember that part?

Yeah.

- Yeah, now I do.

- Speaking of Stan. Stan?

Where's his

royal straightness, anyway?

- You talked to him, right?

- Yeah, I think he'll be along.

We ought to go ahead.

We can fill him in. Talk to us.

I don't know about you...

...but this is the first time

since I got here that I feel good.

Come on.

Let's have drinks, huh?

Don't you want some food,

have a couple of chucks?

Spoken like a real loser.

- Hey, to the Losers' Club.

- All right.

To the Losers' Club!

"Wives"? How many times

have you been to the altar, Richie?

Four or five. Women all want

the same thing. No offense, Bev.

None taken, creep.

Welcome to the fourth century.

- How about you, Ben? You married?

- No. I've dodged the bullet.

- How about you, Eddie?

- Me? I'm seeing this wonderful woman.

- With the business, I don't have time.

- Take it from me, better dead than wed.

- Any crumb snatchers, Richie?

- None that I know of.

- How about you, Bev?

- What?

- How about you?

- I live with a... No, I'm not married.

Richie, what ever happened

to those glasses?

Contact lenses.

For all the times you broke them...

...you should've had stock

in a tape company.

- Yeah, me and Henry Bowers.

- Henry Bowers.

Tell me he was hit by a train

and put out of his misery.

No such luck. You'll find him

at the Juniper Hills.

After he confessed

to killing all the kids.

He was in the sewer with us.

- That creep was gonna kill Stan.

- All of us!

When they pulled him out,

his hair was white.

- He was babbling.

- About a clown.

- No one believed.

- Except that he killed the kids.

- And we didn't say anything.

- Not a word.

But It was the killer.

And we stopped It.

We thought we did.

Henry.

Henry Bowers.

Up here, sharp stuff.

Up here.

You helped me once. Remember?

You chased those brats.

Almost got them, little Henry. Almost.

Don't you want another chance?

You gotta go back and finish the job.

You gotta go back to Derry

and kill them all.

For me, Henry.

Kill them all, Henry.

Kill them all. Kill them all...

Well, sports fans...

...this has been a real hoot.

- But I got a plane out.

- Richie?

- You're not leaving?

- What do you want? An adventure?

You're gonna go relive

that old nightmare?

Count me out. I'm going to a hotel.

I'm gonna sleep. In the morning,

I'm out of here forever.

- Richie...

- I'll remember all of you fondly.

Hey, man, we're all scared.

Maybe he's right.

If you're talking about going back...

We don't know what

we're talking about.

Give Mike a chance to fill us in before

we scatter. Is that too much to ask?

All I'm saying is I'm gonna go

get sleep!

Why don't we show a little courtesy!

It's all right.

If he wants to go, he goes.

We all came here based on a promise.

Everybody made good on that promise.

Wherever we go from here...

...I have no expectations.

- Well said.

- It's all right. It's taken care of.

- No, hey.

- You can't do that.

Guys, that's just the way it is.

All right, then.

A toast to Mr. Michael Hanlon...

...without whom none of this would

be necessary. I see my fortune.

"You're gonna be eaten by a big,

greasy monster. Have a nice day."

Dummy up, everybody.

What is it? What's wrong?

Is something the matter?

He had an asthma attack.

He's better now.

No, much better.

Thank you.

Everything was okay?

- Everything was fine.

- Fine.

Thank you, Rose.

Guys, I'm not so sleepy anymore.

Let's get the hell out of here.

Is this the Uris residence?

Is Stan there?

This is Mike Hanlon, an old friend.

What are we supposed to do now?

No problem. A little soap and elbow

grease ought to clean it right up.

Why are we the only ones

that can see this?

Well now, there you've got me stumped.

Let's ask the answer man. Oh, Mike?

Oh, Michael!

- Garcon!

- Hold on just a sec. Hello, Stan?

Is this the Uris residence?

I'm trying to get ahold of Stan.

You tell that loser he's a dead man!

We all managed to show up.

That matches your real hair.

Anyone told you...

Is anyone from out of town?

I just flew in from L.A. And boy,

is my tail section tired.

We're hot tonight.

It's great to be in Derry

breathing in that Derry-air.

I've never felt so much love

in my entire life.

I want them on my Christmas mailer.

No. Denbrough over there,

let's put him on my Norman Mailer.

I love this man.

He's like the brother I never had.

He is the brother I never had!

Beep, beep, Richie. Stan?

Thank you.

Stan is dead.

He cut his wrists in the bathtub.

Right after I phoned him.

Stan was the last one to see It

that summer. Remember?

All summer long he kept saying,

"That just isn't empirically possible."

Seeing the clown didn't make it real

for him. Nothing did.

Until that afternoon in August.

I was coming down Chestnut Street...

... and I saw Stan running

like something was after him.

Go!

Hi-Yo, Silver! Away!

I can 't say I saw anything.

Stan 's the one who saw It.

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