The Dark Tower

Come and play with us.

Come and play.

- Not gonna get me!

- You wish!

- Jake.

- Mom, you okay?

That was a big one.

Bad dreams?

No.

Come on.

Get breakfast.

This morning's quake is

causing major problems for commuters.

The 5.7-magnitude quake hit

New York early this morning.

Yet another in a series of quakes

that has rattled both coasts.

Tokyo was hit again.

And with the Berlin quake last week...

Reporter 2:
Question is: What is

causing all these earthquakes?

Christ, even ESPN's doing

the quakes now.

But we still don't know

what's causing them.

Hey. My folks sent me over to see...

- if you guys are still alive.

- We're fine, Timmy.

That was pretty intense.

- Yeah.

- You good?

- Yeah.

- We're just running a little late.

- See you later?

- Say hi to your mom for me.

Ma, Laurie says hi.

Don't forget,

you have Dr. Hotchkiss after school.

We're wasting money

on all those shrinks.

He's making progress.

Wait up!

Hey, did you get the books

from my locker?

So when's the apocalypse coming?

Come on, man, just give me my book.

What's wrong,

your meds stop working?

Hey! Hey!

- Give me my book!

- Get off me!

- Get off of me.

- Hey!

Hey. That is enough, chambers.

I need my book.

Hey. You need to go

home and cool off.

You've been, uh, quite busy, Jake.

This big tower in the clouds

you keep dreaming about...

you say these earthquakes we've been

having have something to do with it.

They happen

because the tower is under attack.

You're a smart kid, Jake.

You know when you can't

differentiate...

- between dreams and reality...

- It's not a dream.

Okay? I'm not crazy.

I always see the same thing.

The tower, the man in black,

the creepy guys with the fake skins.

What if the tower were destroyed?

Darkness and fire.

Let's talk about your dad.

Surprise.

When you lost your father,

your world fell apart.

You have these visions

of impending hell on earth...

because that's how you feel inside.

Even words like

"darkness" and "fire"...

Jake, you're describing

the night your father died.

Can't just be about that.

They're just dreams, Jake.

They're not real.

Watch out.

They'll take you.

They steal kids like you.

Cross them over.

Special ones.

The power of your mind,

that's what they want.

Jake. What's up?

Bad day?

Yeah.

Let's go.

- Want to hang out?

- Yeah.

Control, he's unstable.

We need to take the offer.

- It's great treatment for no money.

- It's not about the money.

- I'll wait in your room.

- There's nothing more...

- we can do for him now.

- Jesus, Lon!

Can you at least pretend

like he's your own kid?

I'm sorry, baby, we...

We didn't hear you come in.

What the hell happened in school today?

You promised me

you're gonna stay out of trouble.

Sorry, mom.

Honey, um...

the school's been approached

by a clinic upstate.

They work with kids who...

Who are having a hard time.

There's an opening this weekend.

It's supposed to be a great place.

It's science-based:

Brain scans, sleep patterns.

- I think it could...

- Yeah, okay.

Man, psycho camp.

Sucks, dude.

More shrinks.

Waste of time.

Dude.

What?

Stop staring at your drawings.

You're freaking me out.

You think I'm crazy too, don't you?

Batshit.

Driving us apart.

I'm just asking...

We need help.

We both need help.

We are falling apart.

I love him so much...

and I just can't stand

to see him like this.

He was such a happy kid.

No more dreams.

Just one night of sleep.

You have nothing to be afraid of,

my friend.

Death is not far away.

You want to know

what's on the other side?

Can you see it?

Of course you can't.

Because nothing is there.

- It's all a lie.

- Go to hell.

Been there.

Now burn.

We lost.

Not while the tower still stands.

Not while you still stand.

Don't let him get into your head.

Gunslingers.

I do not aim with my hand.

- He who aims with his hand...

- Has forgotten the face of his father.

I aim with my eye.

Gunslinger, over here.

I do not shoot with my hand.

He who shoots with his hand

has forgotten the face of his father.

- I shoot with my mind.

- Gunslingers.

I do not kill with my gun.

He who kills with his gun

has forgotten the face of his father.

I kill with my heart.

Stop breathing.

No.

Breathe.

Fight it. Fight it!

It never works on you, does it, Roland?

The power you have

to resist my magics...

Not forever.

Face me!

Face me.

The tower will fall, Roland.

Until next time, old friend.

The man in black fled

across the desert...

and the gunslinger followed.

Holy sh*t.

- Hey.

- This guy, he's some kind of soldier.

He's called a gunslinger.

And this house, look,

it's got a U.S. mailbox.

- I think it's in New York.

- Timmy, it's 7 A.M.

Time to say goodbye.

Sorry, got to go.

Talk to you later.

The people from the clinic are here.

Now?

I can't...

I can't go now.

You got to step up, Jake.

If you won't do it for yourself,

then do it for your mom.

- It's in other boys?

- It's common in adolescent boys.

There he is.

Hi there, Jake.

I'm Jill.

I'm your intake

administration supervisor.

This is Toby, our driver.

How's it going, young man?

You pack your things?

What exactly do they do at your clinic?

Jake, these guys have been working

with the school for a long time.

No, that's okay, Laurie.

We encourage questions.

It shows spirit and vitality.

He's just a healthy growing boy.

I can assure you that all our tests

are done in a controlled...

child-friendly environment.

We have experience

with cases like yours.

Night terrors, hallucinations,

odd obsessions.

Our approach is actually very gentle

compared to standard treatments.

I understand your concerns,

but you don't have to worry at all.

Mom, help me pack?

Yeah.

It's two days.

Do you want your ripped jeans

or your regular ones?

- What's wrong?

- Mom, it's them.

- What?

- It's the skin people from my dream.

- Honey, you need to stop this.

- No, you have to listen to me.

What's going on?

He's not human.

- That's not his real face.

- For Chrissake.

Shut up, Lon.

You actually hope I'm crazy,

just so you can get me out of here.

Mom, you have to believe me.

- Lon, maybe this...

- Can't you see he's gotten worse?

You're gonna go with them right now.

Or, I swear to god,

I will drag you down the stairs myself.

It's one weekend, kiddo.

If you don't like it,

then I'll come get you.

I promise.

Okay, I'll go.

- I love you, mom.

- I love you too.

I'm just gonna get my toothbrush.

- He's just getting his things.

- He's trying to escape.

Escape?

Jake?

Jake?

Chrissake.

Jake? Jake!

Jake!

- Jake!

- Get him.

- Come back here!

- Don't worry.

Toby will get him down safely.

Stop running.

- Mom? You okay?

- Where are you?

You can't just run

away like that, Jake.

- Please come home.

- Sorry, I can't.

Right now.

Jake?

I'll call you later.

Love you, mom.

Greetings, traveler.

Please enter destination.

One, nine.

One, nine, one, nine.

Mid-world.

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