Pet Sematary (1989) - full transcript
The Creeds have just moved to a new house in the countryside. Their house is perfect, except for two things: the semi-trailers that roar past on the narrow road, and the mysterious cemetery in the woods behind the house. The Creed's neighbours are reluctant to talk about the cemetery, and for good reason too.
Bye, old Shep.
See you in heaven, yeah?
This is where my kitty lays,
no more he screams and hollers.
He lived for five and twenty days,
he cost me $50.
Spot, a good fellow. We love you.
- Finally here.
- Yeah.
So?
- What do you think?
- It's gorgeous.
Decided to wake up
and see what home looks like?
Come here.
Mommy! Daddy! I see a path!
Ellie, be careful.
Ellie!
Listen to your...
Mommy! Daddy! It hurts!
Mommy! Daddy! It hurts!
- Are you okay?
- It hurts.
- Get rid of this.
- I got it, I got it.
Look out.
- You okay?
- It's all right.
No. It hurts.
Anyone who can scream that loud
isn't ready
for intensive care just yet.
Cat.
She's just skinned her knee.
I don't want the stingy stuff, Daddy.
Where's Gage?
Gage!
Gage!
No, you don't, my friend.
Not in that road.
- Gage!
- I corralled him for you, missus.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
- Thank you. I'm Louis Creed.
- Jud Crandall.
I live just across the road.
You want to watch out for that road.
Them damn trucks go back and forth,
all day and most of the night.
And who might you be, little miss?
I'm Ellen Creed.
And your dad's going to be
the new doctor at the college, I hear.
I think you're gonna be just as happy
as a clam here, Ellen Creed.
Are clams really happy?
Mr. Crandall,
there's a path over there.
Do you know where it goes?
Yeah, that's a good story.
And a good walk.
I'll take you up there sometime.
Tell you the story, too,
- after you get settled in.
- Great.
Excuse me,
I've got to get this kid changed.
- It was nice to meet you.
- Same here.
Come on, Ellie. Give me your hand.
The house has stood empty too long.
It's damn good
to see people in it again.
Church!
You scared the life out of me, Church.
Come here.
- That you, Doc?
- Yeah, it's me.
Well, come on up and have a beer.
- Need a glass?
- Not at all.
Good for you.
- Jesus.
- Yeah.
That's one mean road, all right.
You know that path
your wife commented on?
That road, and those Orinco trucks
are the two main reasons it's there.
Well, where does it lead?
- Pet cemetery.
- Pet cemetery.
It's that damn road.
Uses up a lot of animals.
- Dogs and cats, mostly.
- My little girl's got a cat.
Winston Churchill.
We call him Church for short.
I'd get him fixed, if I were you.
Fixed cat don't tend to wander.
If he's all the time
crossing back and forth on that road,
- his luck will run out.
- Well, I'll take it under advisement.
Meantime, Doc, here's to your bones.
And your bones.
- Uh-oh.
- Uh-oh.
- I'll be going now, Dr. Creed.
- All right, Missy. Thanks.
- Hi, Missy.
- Hi.
I'll do these up, bring them back
next time, Mrs. Creed.
Great. Can you come on Monday, Missy?
Always thought it would be lucky
to marry a doctor.
Wish I had a doctor around
with my stomach pain so bad.
Guess I'll never be lucky.
Hell, I ain't married to anyone.
Bye, Missy.
Mommy, Daddy, come on, let's go!
We're coming.
All set? Let's get on with it.
There's the place.
What's it say, Mommy?
It says "Pet Sematary," honey.
It's misspelled,
but that's what it says.
Ellie, wait a minute!
I told you it was a bad road, Louis.
It's killed a lot of pets,
made a lot of kids unhappy.
At least something good come of it.
This place.
Couldn't plant nothing
but corpses here, anyway, I guess.
How can you call it a good thing?
A graveyard for pets
killed in the road
built by brokenhearted children.
Well, they have to learn
about death somehow,
- now, don't they, Mrs. Creed?
- Why?
- Can I have the baby?
- Yeah.
Daddy, look, this one's a goldfishy.
That's right, Ellie.
They wasn't all killed by the road,
especially the ones from
back in my time as a child.
They get older as you
go towards the middle. Harder to read.
Missy Ellen,
come over here just a minute.
That's where I buried my dog, Spot,
when he died of old age in 1924.
Ellie,
do you know
what a graveyard really is?
Well, I guess not.
It's a place where the dead speak.
No, not right out loud.
Their stones speak or their markers.
This ain't a scary place, Ellie.
It's a place of rest and speaking.
- Can you remember that?
- Yes, sir.
- Hi, babe.
- Daddy, what if Church dies?
What if he dies
and has to go to the Pet Sematary?
Honey, Church will be fine.
No, he won't. Not in the end.
In the end, he's going to croak,
isn't he?
Lovey...
Church might still be alive
when you're in high school
and that's a very long time.
It doesn't seem long to me.
It seems short.
Well, if it was up to me,
I'd let Church live to be a hundred,
but I don't make up the rules.
And who does? God, I suppose.
He's not God's cat, he's my cat.
Let God get his own if he wants one.
Not mine. Not mine.
Yuck! Gross!
Uh-oh.
I'm scared.
What if school here
isn't like in Chicago?
- I'm scared and I want to go home.
- You'll be all right, Ellie.
I don't want Church
to get his nuts cut, Daddy.
Good God, where did you hear that?
Missy Dandridge.
She says it's an operation.
The road is a lot more dangerous
than any operation.
Church will be just the same.
Well, almost the same.
And we won't have to worry about him
getting run over in the road
by trucks.
- Church'll be all right, honey.
- You promise, Daddy?
Don't shilly-shally, Louis.
Give the little girl a promise.
Church will be fine.
I promise.
- Thank you.
- You're very welcome.
But if anything does happen
while he's under the gas,
now, it's a one in a thousand shot,
but it does happen,
you explain it to her.
Church!
Got to go.
- Going to get his...
- Nuts cut. Yes.
Thank you, Missy,
for introducing that colorful phrase
- into my daughter's vocabulary.
- Don't mention it.
- How's that bellyache of yours?
- No better. No worse.
You know,
I can take a look at that for you.
It'll pass. They always do.
- Missy.
- Ma'am.
Still friends, Doc?
I kissed you.
Have a great first day at school, Doc.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.
- Did anybody see what happened?
- He got hit by a truck.
- God!
- His head.
- Hold him gently.
- Didn't even stop!
- There's so much blood!
- What the hell's going on?
- Get the door.
- Get Dr. Creed! Bring him up here.
What's happened here?
- He got hit by a truck.
- Oh, my God.
- Dr. Creed!
- Get them all out of here.
- Easy. Easy.
- All right. Everyone out, please.
Let the doctors do their work.
- Come on, let's clear the room here.
- Come on, everybody clear out!
- Just clear out!
- Ambu bag. Start a cardiac monitor.
- Yes, sir.
- Need large bores.
All right, get an ambulance here
and get it right now.
- He's got to go to EMC.
- It won't do any good.
I know it won't, but for God's sake,
let's do it by the rules.
Okay, now move.
- Mark, who is it?
- It's Pascow.
I told Rachel not so much
as a sprain today, my friend.
The soil
of a man's heart
is stonier,
Louis.
How did you know my name?
I'll come
to you.
How did you know my name?
Come on, Doc. We've got places to go.
Come on, Doc.
Don't make me tell you twice.
Hey, why are you here?
I want to help you because... Louis,
because you tried to help me.
- Let's go, Doc.
- I don't like this dream.
Who said you were dreaming?
This is the place
where the dead speak.
I want to wake up.
I want to wake up. That's all.
Don't go on, Doc.
No matter how much
you may feel you have to,
do not go on to the place
where the dead walk.
Please.
I just want to wake up, that's all.
I just want to wake up, that's all.
The barrier was not
meant to be crossed.
It's not my fault that you died.
You were as good as dead
when they brought you in.
The ground beyond
is sour.
You up, Doc?
Getting there.
Thanks, Nurse.
Louis, it's not right.
I don't like to think of you
rattling around the house
on Thanksgiving Day.
That's supposed to be
a family holiday, Louis.
That's why you're going with the kids
and without me.
As far as your dad is concerned,
I'm never going to be
a member of the family.
But I want you around.
I'll be around plenty
when you get back.
Hello.
Louis, afraid you may have
a spot of trouble here.
Jud. What trouble?
Well, there's a dead cat over here,
on the edge of my lawn.
- Oh, Jesus.
- I think it might be your daughter's.
Yup. That's Church all right.
I'm sorry.
At least it don't look
like he suffered.
Well, Ellie will suffer.
She'll suffer plenty.
Here. Give me that.
What are you going to do with it?
Put him in the garage, I guess.
I'll bury him in the morning.
You gonna tell Ellie?
Well, I'll have to mull that over
for a while.
Maybe when they call,
I'll just tell her I haven't seen
the damn cat around, you know?
I don't want to spoil her holiday,
and Rachel's.
Maybe there's a better way.
So, do we plant him
on the outside of the circle
- or do we start a new one?
- The place we're going
is on the other side of that.
We can't climb over that.
We'll break our necks.
No, we won't.
I've climbed it a time or two before.
I know all the places to step.
Just follow me.
Move easy.
Don't look down and don't stop.
If you stop,
you'll crash through for sure.
Just don't stop, and...
And don't look down. Right.
- Louis, you all right?
- Yeah.
I guess I just lost my happy thoughts
there for a second.
Not much farther now.
Jud, what's that?
Just a loon, that's all.
- Here we go.
- Won't be much longer now.
Just down here a little ways.
- Almost there, Louis.
- You keep saying that.
This time, I mean it.
What is this place?
This was their burial ground.
- Whose burial ground?
- Micmac Indians.
I brought you here
to bury Ellen's cat.
Why, for God's sake?
- I said why, Jud?
- I had my reasons.
The soil's thin, but you'll manage.
I'm going to sit over yonder
and have a smoke.
I'd help you,
but you got to do it yourself.
Each buries his own.
Hello.
Shit.
Louis?
- Louis?
- Yeah.
When you talk to them,
not one word
about what we done tonight.
What did we do tonight, Jud?
What we did, Louis,
was a secret thing.
Women are supposed to be the ones
who are good at keeping secrets.
But any woman who knows
anything at all will tell you
she's never seen into a man's heart.
The soil of a man's heart, Louis,
is stonier,
like the soil up there,
in the old Micmac burying ground.
- Goldman residence.
- Hi, Dory. It's Louis.
- You want to talk to your daughter?
- Yeah. That would be real fine.
- Hi, Daddy.
- Hi, baby.
How's everything in Chicago land?
Grandma and Grandpa
gave me all sorts of neat things.
How's Church, Daddy?
Does he miss me?
Well,
I guess he's just fine, Ellie.
I haven't seen him
this evening, but...
Well, make sure you put him down
in the cellar before you go to bed
so he won't run out in the road.
And kiss him good night for me.
Yuck. Kiss your own cat.
- Want to talk to Gage?
- Yeah.
Here.
Hi, Daddy. I love you.
Hi, Daddy. I love you.
Jesus.
Church.
Food, Church.
Food.
Come on, Church. Chow down.
Come on, Church.
Christ! I don't believe this.
You stink, Church.
Hold on a second.
Gosh, he chewed his way out.
Jesus, boy. Christ.
Damn it.
I'm trying to tell myself
that I buried him alive.
I'm not a vet.
- It was dark.
- Sure it was dark.
But his head swiveled on his neck
like it was full of ball bearings.
When you moved him,
he pulled out of the frost, Louis.
Sounded like a piece of ticky tape
coming off a letter.
Live things don't do that.
You only stop melting the frost under
where you're laying when you're dead.
Well, I feel like I'm going crazy.
It was the ragman
told me about the place.
He was half Micmac himself.
He knew how I felt about my dog, Spot.
Spot had got caught
in barbed wire that infected.
When he died,
I thought I was going to die.
Ragman did for me
what I did for you last night.
Only I wasn't alone
when Spot came back.
My mother was with me.
You could still see
the barbed wire marks on him.
Jud, come and get your dog!
He stinks of the ground
you buried him in!
Jud!
Spot came back, all right.
Spot!
He was never quite the same dog
that I knew.
Spot.
When he died peacefully in the night,
that second time,
I buried him up there in the
Pet Sematary
where, as you saw,
his bones still lie.
A man doesn't always
know why he does things, Louis.
I think I did it
'cause your daughter ain't ready
for her favorite pet to die.
Maybe, with more time,
she'll learn what death really is.
Which is where the pain stops
and the good memories begin.
Has anyone ever
buried a person up there?
Christ on his throne, no.
And who ever would?
Shit. How the hell
did you get in here?
Out!
Out!
Bye-bye, Ellie. Watch your step now.
There you go.
- Daddy!
- Hi, sugar.
Come here.
Hi, Daddy.
Daddy, is Church all right?
Yes. I guess so.
He was asleep on the porch
when I left.
- There you go.
- Because I had a dream about him.
I dreamed he got hit by a car,
and you and Mr. Crandall
buried him in the Pet Sematary.
That was a silly dream, wasn't it?
- Is he really all right?
- Yes.
- Hi, honey.
- You want to take your son, Doc?
You smell bad.
Can cats have shampoos?
Yes, but you have to take them to
someone who grooms animals, though,
and I think it's pretty expensive.
I don't care. I'll save up
my allowance and pay for it.
Church smells bad.
I'll cough up the money, Ellen.
- I hate that smell.
- Yes.
I hate it, too.
- And a red balloon...
- This is the yellow one.
And now, may the Lord bless you
and keep you.
May the Lord
make his face to shine upon you
and comfort you and lift you up
and give you peace.
- Amen.
- Amen.
- Rachel not feeling well?
- Well, just a touch of the flu.
She's in bed. She's been throwing up
ever since Mrs. Rogers called
and said Mrs. Dandridge...
That's enough, Ellie.
Hop in.
Poor Missy.
I don't know why God'd take
someone like her,
who should still have a bunch of years
left in front of her,
and lets an old fart like me
just go on and on.
My father used to have a saying, Jud.
"God sees the truth, but waits."
Yeah. How's your cat, Louis?
- It's Ellie's cat.
- No. It's your cat now.
Possibly more Atlantic white-sided
dolphins have beached
or stranded themselves
along the Eastern Maine Coast
and scientists don't know why.
What's up, sugar?
Daddy, do you think Missy Dandridge
went to heaven?
Do you want to talk about it?
- Is Missy in heaven, do you think?
- I don't know, honey.
Different people believe
all sorts of different things.
Some believe in heaven or hell.
Some think we come back
as little children
and some think we just wink out
like a candle flame
when the wind blows hard.
Do you believe that?
No.
I think we go on.
Yeah. I have faith in that.
- You believe in it.
- Give me a kiss.
What do you want to watch?
- I heard you and Ellie tonight.
- I thought you might have.
I know you don't approve
of the subject.
I just get scared.
And you know me.
When I get scared, I get defensive.
Scared of what? Dying?
- My sister, Zelda...
- I know, she died. Spinal meningitis.
She was in the back bedroom
like a dirty secret.
My sister died in the back bedroom
and that's what she was.
A dirty secret.
I had to...
I had to feed her sometimes.
I hated it, but I did it.
We wanted her to die.
We wished for her to be dead.
It wasn't just so
she wouldn't feel any more pain.
It was so we wouldn't
feel any more pain.
It was because she started to look
like this monster.
Even now, I wake up and I think,
"Is Zelda dead yet?"
"Is she?"
My parents were gone when she died.
Rachel.
She started to...
She started to convulse
and I thought...
I thought, "Oh, my God, she's choking.
Zelda's choking.
"And they'll come home
"and they'll say
I murdered her by choking.
"They'll say, 'You hated her, Rachel. '
And that was true.
"And they'll say,
'You wanted her to be dead, '
"and that was true, too."
And then she died.
And I started to scream.
I ran out of the house screaming
"Zelda's dead! Zelda's dead!
Zelda's dead!"
And the neighbors,
they came out and they looked.
They thought I was crying.
But you know something? I think maybe
I was laughing.
If you were, I salute you for it.
And if I ever needed another reason
not to like your mother and father,
I have one now.
You should never have been left alone
with her, Rachel.
Never. Where was a nurse?
They actually went out
and left an 8-year-old kid
in charge of her dying sister
who was probably
clinically insane by then.
- Where are you going?
- I'm going to get you a Valium.
- But you know I don't take...
- Tonight, you do.
Look!
- He pulled.
- Daddy's flying a kite.
- Mommy, look!
- Watch him!
- There it goes.
- That's it, Louis.
- Go, Daddy.
- Higher, higher. We want it higher.
- Louis, let Gage do it.
- Here you go, buddy.
You're flying it.
- There's the kite!
- You got it.
Gage is flying it. You got it.
Can I fly it now?
In a minute, honey.
Let Gage finish his turn.
- We gotted it.
- You got it.
- Look high goes.
- Now farther. Go ahead.
Go ahead. Run, buddy. Run.
- Gage is flying it.
- I'm flying it.
That kite's getting up there.
Uh-oh.
It got away from him, that numb shit!
Ellen Creed!
I dropped it.
Daddy, can I fly it now?
- Okay, in just a minute.
- Louis, I want to fly it.
Uh-oh.
Daddy, Daddy, it's my turn now.
All right. Just a minute.
Don't let him go in the road, Louis!
Get him, Louis! Get the baby!
Get the baby!
Get the baby!
- Gage!
- Look out! Stop!
- Stop!
- Gage!
No!
No!
No!
Sedative finally took hold.
Rachel's asleep.
I want to go back to my own room.
I can't sleep with Mommy.
She keeps stealing the covers.
Ellie, what you got there?
What you got there? Let me see.
Can I see?
Ain't that real nice?
You pulling him in the wagon.
Bet he liked that, didn't he?
I'm going to carry this picture,
Mr. Crandall,
until God lets Gage come back.
Ellie, God doesn't do
things like that.
He can if he wants to.
I have to keep his things
waiting for him.
That's what I think.
I've got his picture.
And I'm gonna sit in his chair...
Ellie.
Louis, take care of your little girl.
She needs you.
I knew something
like this would happen.
I told her when you were first married
you'll have all the grief
you can stand and more, I said.
Now, look at this.
I hope you rot in hell!
Where were you
when he was playing in the road?
You stinking shit!
You killer of children!
- Daddy!
- Ellie!
- Stop it!
- You son of a bitch!
No! Oh, God!
- No!
- No!
- No!
- Louis!
Son of a bitch!
- You had no right!
- What's wrong with you?
It's your son's funeral.
Get a hold of yourself, please.
Good night, Ellie.
Good night, Daddy.
Daddy?
God could take it back
if he wanted to, couldn't he?
If he really, really wanted to.
Can I have faith in that?
Yes.
I suppose you can.
Good night, Ellie.
Fuck off, hairball.
Jud, I buried my son today.
I'm very tired.
I wonder if we could just...
You're thinking thoughts
best not thought of, Louis.
I'm thinking about going to bed.
I'm responsible for more pain
in your heart
than you should have tonight.
For all I know,
I may even be responsible
- for the death of your son.
- What?
Jud, you're talking crazy.
You are thinking
of putting him up there.
Don't deny the thought
hadn't crossed your mind, Louis.
Louis...
You asked me
if anyone had ever buried a person
up there in the Micmac grounds.
I lied to you when I said no.
It's been done.
What you've been thinking of
has been done.
He was a local boy.
It was towards the end
of the Second World War.
His name was Timmy Baterman.
He was killed on his way home
from the Second World War.
His father, Bill Baterman,
was grief-struck.
He was so grief-struck,
he buried his son up there
before he ever had a chance
to get to the bottom of the truth.
I'll bite, Jud.
What's the bottom of the truth?
Well, sometimes dead is better.
The person you put up there
ain't the person that comes back.
It may look like that person,
but it ain't that person.
'Cause whatever lives in the ground
beyond the Pet Sematary
ain't human at all.
It was four or five days
after Timmy's funeral
that Margie Washburn seen Timmy
walking up the road
towards Yorkie's Livery.
As time went by,
lots of folks saw Timmy
walking back and forth.
But it was Margie who finally came
to some of us menfolks
and said it had to be stopped.
She knew it was an abomination.
So us men sat down and talked it out.
Then we got into my car
and went over to the Baterman place
to take care of it.
He's dead! He ain't natural!
One way or the other.
Yeah, there's no other way.
He's got to burn!
You're wrecking my house! Stop it!
- Timmy, stop it!
- Daddy.
- Stop it!
- The place is going up!
- Go away!
- Get out while you still can, Bill.
- Bring out the cans.
- I got them.
Wait a minute, fellows. Wait a minute.
He's a monster, Bill!
Leave us alone! He's my son!
- Come, Timmy. Let's get out.
- Love Dad.
Hate living.
Come on, son!
No, Timmy! No!
Love Dad! Hate living.
Louis, sometimes dead is better.
The Indians knew that.
They stopped using that burial ground
when the ground went sour.
Don't think about doing it, Louis.
The place gets hold of you,
but the place is evil.
Sometimes, dead is better.
You see, Louis,
what I'm getting at here?
You understand?
You're telling me that place knew
Gage was going to die?
I'm saying
that place might have made Gage die
because I introduced you to the power.
I may have murdered your son, Louis.
This could be the beginning
of patching things up with your folks.
If something good doesn't
come from Gage's death, I think...
Final call for
Inter-land Flight 61 to Chicago.
All passengers holding tickets
on Flight 61...
I don't want to go to Chicago,
Grandma Dory.
- Why not, darling?
- I had a bad dream last night.
- About what?
- About Daddy and Gage
and someone named Paxcow.
You guys better get going,
or you're gonna miss the boat.
Louis, I am sorry.
- What can I say? I lost my mind.
- We all lost our minds, Irwin.
You take care of your mother, darling.
Come with us, Daddy.
Please come with us.
I'll be there in three days,
four at the most.
Please, Daddy, I'm scared.
Everything's going to be
all right, Ellie.
Do you swear?
I swear.
Come on, Ellie. Let's go.
Final boarding call
for Inter-land Flight 61 to Chicago.
All passengers should now
be on board...
It's wrong.
What happened to you is wrong.
Remember, Doc,
the barrier was not meant
to be crossed.
The ground is sour.
If it doesn't work,
if he comes back
and he's like Jud said
Timmy Baterman was,
I'll just put him back to sleep.
They don't have to know.
Rachel and Ellie
don't ever have to know.
Mommy. Mommy.
Mommy! Mommy.
Mommy! Mommy!
Honey, you just had a bad dream,
that's all. You know that, don't you?
It wasn't a dream. It was Paxcow.
Paxcow says Daddy's
gonna do something really bad.
Who is this Paxcow?
Is he like the bogeyman?
He's a ghost. He's a good ghost.
He says he was sent to warn us.
He says he was near Daddy
because they were together
when his soul was dis...
- I can't remember.
- Listen to me.
There are no ghosts, Ellie.
There are no ghosts.
Now I want you to go to sleep
and forget all this nonsense.
Do you hear me?
Will you at least call
and make sure Daddy's okay?
Of course I will.
Paxcow? Where do I know that name?
- Pascow.
- Pascow?
Was she saying Pascow?
He was trying to help me
because Daddy was helping him
when his soul dis...
Discorporated.
I'm going to bust you out, son.
He's not home.
Probably went out for a hamburger
or a chicken dinner, dear.
You know how men are
when they're alone.
Hello?
Hello, Jud. It's Rachel Creed.
I'm calling from Chicago.
Chicago? Is Louis with you?
No. We're going to be here a while,
and he needed a few days
to close things up back there.
I just wondered if he was with you.
No.
But if he drops by,
I'll tell him to call you.
- Don't bother, Jud. I'm coming home.
- Rachel, no.
- You don't want to do that.
- I have to do it, Jud. Goodbye.
Rachel! Rachel!
You've done it, you stupid old man.
Now you got to undo it.
Gage.
It's going to be all right.
I swear it's going to be all right.
I'm coming for you, Rachel.
And this time,
I'll get you.
Gage and I
will get you
for letting us die.
Good evening again,
ladies and gentlemen.
We've had a strong tailwind
and we expect to arrive
at Boston's Logan Airport
almost on time.
Thank God.
Excuse me. Sorry. Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Don't do that, babe.
- Make it wait.
- I can't.
All right. I'll call the pilot.
I'm not going to stop, Gage.
I'm not going to look down.
I'm sorry. It's been very busy.
I really don't have anything.
What about the Aries K,
the one with the scratch on its side?
I do have an Aries K,
but it came in rather beat-up
and there's a long scrape up one side.
I'll take it.
Okay. Major credit card and a license.
Louis.
See?
Just imagination.
- Now what?
- It's trying to stop you.
Do you hear me?
It's trying to stop you.
Is anyone there?
Come back to me, Gage.
Come back to us.
Hey!
Hey, stop!
- Hop in, babe.
- Thank you.
Oh, my.
Who's here?
Let's play hide and go seek.
Gage?
You the one playing games?
Gage?
Come on out.
I brought you something.
Where did you...
- Thank you so much.
- Think nothing of it.
Hell, I didn't get a ticket, lady,
so you're welcome.
Whatever your problems are,
I hope they work out.
It's the end of the line for me, too.
I'm not allowed any further.
- I'm sure things will be fine.
- I'm not.
Rachel!
Church?
Jud?
Jud?
Jud, are you up there?
Rachel.
Rachel.
Rachel, is that you?
I finally came back for you, Rachel.
I'm going to twist your back like mine
so you'll never get out of bed again.
Never get out of bed again.
Never get out of bed again!
Never get out of bed again!
Gage.
- I brought you something, Mommy.
- Gage.
I brought you something, Mommy.
Gage. Gage.
I brought you something, Mommy.
Oh, Christ.
Gage.
Oh, my God.
Gage?
- Hello.
- Hello, Louis.
It's Irwin. I just wanted to be sure
Rachel got back all right.
Louis? Are you there?
- Yes, I'm here.
- Did she get back all right?
Yes. She's fine.
Well, put her on at that end,
and I'll put Ellie on this one.
Ellie's very worried about her mother.
- She's almost in hysterics.
- She's...
- Rachel's asleep.
- I suggest you wake her up.
Ellie had a dream
that her mother was dead.
Irwin, I can't talk to you right now.
Irwin, I told you
I can't talk to you right now.
I'm at Jud's, Daddy.
Will you come over and play with me?
First I played with Jud.
Then Mommy came,
and I played with Mommy.
We played, Daddy.
We had an awful good time.
Now I want to play with you.
What did you do?
What did you do?
Hi, Church.
Want some grub, Church? Church.
Don't mind me.
Eat it while you can.
That's right.
Today is Thanksgiving Day for cats.
But only
if they came back from the dead.
Go on. Lie down.
Play dead.
Be dead!
Gage?
Gage?
Gage, what have you done?
Rachel!
Scared you, didn't I?
- Gage?
- Hi, Daddy.
Now I want to play with you.
All right, Gage.
Let's play.
Daddy.
Come here.
Come here.
No fair.
No fair, no fair.
I'm sorry, Louis. I'm so sorry.
But don't make it worse. Don't.
I waited too long with Gage.
With Rachel, it will work this time,
because she just died.
She just died a little while ago.
Louis, don't!
Please, Louis!
No!
It will be all right, Rachel.
I promise.
The soil of a man's heart
is stonier, Louis.
A man grows what he can,
then he tends it.
Because what you buy is what you own.
And what you own
always comes home to you.
Darling.
No!
See you in heaven, yeah?
This is where my kitty lays,
no more he screams and hollers.
He lived for five and twenty days,
he cost me $50.
Spot, a good fellow. We love you.
- Finally here.
- Yeah.
So?
- What do you think?
- It's gorgeous.
Decided to wake up
and see what home looks like?
Come here.
Mommy! Daddy! I see a path!
Ellie, be careful.
Ellie!
Listen to your...
Mommy! Daddy! It hurts!
Mommy! Daddy! It hurts!
- Are you okay?
- It hurts.
- Get rid of this.
- I got it, I got it.
Look out.
- You okay?
- It's all right.
No. It hurts.
Anyone who can scream that loud
isn't ready
for intensive care just yet.
Cat.
She's just skinned her knee.
I don't want the stingy stuff, Daddy.
Where's Gage?
Gage!
Gage!
No, you don't, my friend.
Not in that road.
- Gage!
- I corralled him for you, missus.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
- Thank you. I'm Louis Creed.
- Jud Crandall.
I live just across the road.
You want to watch out for that road.
Them damn trucks go back and forth,
all day and most of the night.
And who might you be, little miss?
I'm Ellen Creed.
And your dad's going to be
the new doctor at the college, I hear.
I think you're gonna be just as happy
as a clam here, Ellen Creed.
Are clams really happy?
Mr. Crandall,
there's a path over there.
Do you know where it goes?
Yeah, that's a good story.
And a good walk.
I'll take you up there sometime.
Tell you the story, too,
- after you get settled in.
- Great.
Excuse me,
I've got to get this kid changed.
- It was nice to meet you.
- Same here.
Come on, Ellie. Give me your hand.
The house has stood empty too long.
It's damn good
to see people in it again.
Church!
You scared the life out of me, Church.
Come here.
- That you, Doc?
- Yeah, it's me.
Well, come on up and have a beer.
- Need a glass?
- Not at all.
Good for you.
- Jesus.
- Yeah.
That's one mean road, all right.
You know that path
your wife commented on?
That road, and those Orinco trucks
are the two main reasons it's there.
Well, where does it lead?
- Pet cemetery.
- Pet cemetery.
It's that damn road.
Uses up a lot of animals.
- Dogs and cats, mostly.
- My little girl's got a cat.
Winston Churchill.
We call him Church for short.
I'd get him fixed, if I were you.
Fixed cat don't tend to wander.
If he's all the time
crossing back and forth on that road,
- his luck will run out.
- Well, I'll take it under advisement.
Meantime, Doc, here's to your bones.
And your bones.
- Uh-oh.
- Uh-oh.
- I'll be going now, Dr. Creed.
- All right, Missy. Thanks.
- Hi, Missy.
- Hi.
I'll do these up, bring them back
next time, Mrs. Creed.
Great. Can you come on Monday, Missy?
Always thought it would be lucky
to marry a doctor.
Wish I had a doctor around
with my stomach pain so bad.
Guess I'll never be lucky.
Hell, I ain't married to anyone.
Bye, Missy.
Mommy, Daddy, come on, let's go!
We're coming.
All set? Let's get on with it.
There's the place.
What's it say, Mommy?
It says "Pet Sematary," honey.
It's misspelled,
but that's what it says.
Ellie, wait a minute!
I told you it was a bad road, Louis.
It's killed a lot of pets,
made a lot of kids unhappy.
At least something good come of it.
This place.
Couldn't plant nothing
but corpses here, anyway, I guess.
How can you call it a good thing?
A graveyard for pets
killed in the road
built by brokenhearted children.
Well, they have to learn
about death somehow,
- now, don't they, Mrs. Creed?
- Why?
- Can I have the baby?
- Yeah.
Daddy, look, this one's a goldfishy.
That's right, Ellie.
They wasn't all killed by the road,
especially the ones from
back in my time as a child.
They get older as you
go towards the middle. Harder to read.
Missy Ellen,
come over here just a minute.
That's where I buried my dog, Spot,
when he died of old age in 1924.
Ellie,
do you know
what a graveyard really is?
Well, I guess not.
It's a place where the dead speak.
No, not right out loud.
Their stones speak or their markers.
This ain't a scary place, Ellie.
It's a place of rest and speaking.
- Can you remember that?
- Yes, sir.
- Hi, babe.
- Daddy, what if Church dies?
What if he dies
and has to go to the Pet Sematary?
Honey, Church will be fine.
No, he won't. Not in the end.
In the end, he's going to croak,
isn't he?
Lovey...
Church might still be alive
when you're in high school
and that's a very long time.
It doesn't seem long to me.
It seems short.
Well, if it was up to me,
I'd let Church live to be a hundred,
but I don't make up the rules.
And who does? God, I suppose.
He's not God's cat, he's my cat.
Let God get his own if he wants one.
Not mine. Not mine.
Yuck! Gross!
Uh-oh.
I'm scared.
What if school here
isn't like in Chicago?
- I'm scared and I want to go home.
- You'll be all right, Ellie.
I don't want Church
to get his nuts cut, Daddy.
Good God, where did you hear that?
Missy Dandridge.
She says it's an operation.
The road is a lot more dangerous
than any operation.
Church will be just the same.
Well, almost the same.
And we won't have to worry about him
getting run over in the road
by trucks.
- Church'll be all right, honey.
- You promise, Daddy?
Don't shilly-shally, Louis.
Give the little girl a promise.
Church will be fine.
I promise.
- Thank you.
- You're very welcome.
But if anything does happen
while he's under the gas,
now, it's a one in a thousand shot,
but it does happen,
you explain it to her.
Church!
Got to go.
- Going to get his...
- Nuts cut. Yes.
Thank you, Missy,
for introducing that colorful phrase
- into my daughter's vocabulary.
- Don't mention it.
- How's that bellyache of yours?
- No better. No worse.
You know,
I can take a look at that for you.
It'll pass. They always do.
- Missy.
- Ma'am.
Still friends, Doc?
I kissed you.
Have a great first day at school, Doc.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.
- Did anybody see what happened?
- He got hit by a truck.
- God!
- His head.
- Hold him gently.
- Didn't even stop!
- There's so much blood!
- What the hell's going on?
- Get the door.
- Get Dr. Creed! Bring him up here.
What's happened here?
- He got hit by a truck.
- Oh, my God.
- Dr. Creed!
- Get them all out of here.
- Easy. Easy.
- All right. Everyone out, please.
Let the doctors do their work.
- Come on, let's clear the room here.
- Come on, everybody clear out!
- Just clear out!
- Ambu bag. Start a cardiac monitor.
- Yes, sir.
- Need large bores.
All right, get an ambulance here
and get it right now.
- He's got to go to EMC.
- It won't do any good.
I know it won't, but for God's sake,
let's do it by the rules.
Okay, now move.
- Mark, who is it?
- It's Pascow.
I told Rachel not so much
as a sprain today, my friend.
The soil
of a man's heart
is stonier,
Louis.
How did you know my name?
I'll come
to you.
How did you know my name?
Come on, Doc. We've got places to go.
Come on, Doc.
Don't make me tell you twice.
Hey, why are you here?
I want to help you because... Louis,
because you tried to help me.
- Let's go, Doc.
- I don't like this dream.
Who said you were dreaming?
This is the place
where the dead speak.
I want to wake up.
I want to wake up. That's all.
Don't go on, Doc.
No matter how much
you may feel you have to,
do not go on to the place
where the dead walk.
Please.
I just want to wake up, that's all.
I just want to wake up, that's all.
The barrier was not
meant to be crossed.
It's not my fault that you died.
You were as good as dead
when they brought you in.
The ground beyond
is sour.
You up, Doc?
Getting there.
Thanks, Nurse.
Louis, it's not right.
I don't like to think of you
rattling around the house
on Thanksgiving Day.
That's supposed to be
a family holiday, Louis.
That's why you're going with the kids
and without me.
As far as your dad is concerned,
I'm never going to be
a member of the family.
But I want you around.
I'll be around plenty
when you get back.
Hello.
Louis, afraid you may have
a spot of trouble here.
Jud. What trouble?
Well, there's a dead cat over here,
on the edge of my lawn.
- Oh, Jesus.
- I think it might be your daughter's.
Yup. That's Church all right.
I'm sorry.
At least it don't look
like he suffered.
Well, Ellie will suffer.
She'll suffer plenty.
Here. Give me that.
What are you going to do with it?
Put him in the garage, I guess.
I'll bury him in the morning.
You gonna tell Ellie?
Well, I'll have to mull that over
for a while.
Maybe when they call,
I'll just tell her I haven't seen
the damn cat around, you know?
I don't want to spoil her holiday,
and Rachel's.
Maybe there's a better way.
So, do we plant him
on the outside of the circle
- or do we start a new one?
- The place we're going
is on the other side of that.
We can't climb over that.
We'll break our necks.
No, we won't.
I've climbed it a time or two before.
I know all the places to step.
Just follow me.
Move easy.
Don't look down and don't stop.
If you stop,
you'll crash through for sure.
Just don't stop, and...
And don't look down. Right.
- Louis, you all right?
- Yeah.
I guess I just lost my happy thoughts
there for a second.
Not much farther now.
Jud, what's that?
Just a loon, that's all.
- Here we go.
- Won't be much longer now.
Just down here a little ways.
- Almost there, Louis.
- You keep saying that.
This time, I mean it.
What is this place?
This was their burial ground.
- Whose burial ground?
- Micmac Indians.
I brought you here
to bury Ellen's cat.
Why, for God's sake?
- I said why, Jud?
- I had my reasons.
The soil's thin, but you'll manage.
I'm going to sit over yonder
and have a smoke.
I'd help you,
but you got to do it yourself.
Each buries his own.
Hello.
Shit.
Louis?
- Louis?
- Yeah.
When you talk to them,
not one word
about what we done tonight.
What did we do tonight, Jud?
What we did, Louis,
was a secret thing.
Women are supposed to be the ones
who are good at keeping secrets.
But any woman who knows
anything at all will tell you
she's never seen into a man's heart.
The soil of a man's heart, Louis,
is stonier,
like the soil up there,
in the old Micmac burying ground.
- Goldman residence.
- Hi, Dory. It's Louis.
- You want to talk to your daughter?
- Yeah. That would be real fine.
- Hi, Daddy.
- Hi, baby.
How's everything in Chicago land?
Grandma and Grandpa
gave me all sorts of neat things.
How's Church, Daddy?
Does he miss me?
Well,
I guess he's just fine, Ellie.
I haven't seen him
this evening, but...
Well, make sure you put him down
in the cellar before you go to bed
so he won't run out in the road.
And kiss him good night for me.
Yuck. Kiss your own cat.
- Want to talk to Gage?
- Yeah.
Here.
Hi, Daddy. I love you.
Hi, Daddy. I love you.
Jesus.
Church.
Food, Church.
Food.
Come on, Church. Chow down.
Come on, Church.
Christ! I don't believe this.
You stink, Church.
Hold on a second.
Gosh, he chewed his way out.
Jesus, boy. Christ.
Damn it.
I'm trying to tell myself
that I buried him alive.
I'm not a vet.
- It was dark.
- Sure it was dark.
But his head swiveled on his neck
like it was full of ball bearings.
When you moved him,
he pulled out of the frost, Louis.
Sounded like a piece of ticky tape
coming off a letter.
Live things don't do that.
You only stop melting the frost under
where you're laying when you're dead.
Well, I feel like I'm going crazy.
It was the ragman
told me about the place.
He was half Micmac himself.
He knew how I felt about my dog, Spot.
Spot had got caught
in barbed wire that infected.
When he died,
I thought I was going to die.
Ragman did for me
what I did for you last night.
Only I wasn't alone
when Spot came back.
My mother was with me.
You could still see
the barbed wire marks on him.
Jud, come and get your dog!
He stinks of the ground
you buried him in!
Jud!
Spot came back, all right.
Spot!
He was never quite the same dog
that I knew.
Spot.
When he died peacefully in the night,
that second time,
I buried him up there in the
Pet Sematary
where, as you saw,
his bones still lie.
A man doesn't always
know why he does things, Louis.
I think I did it
'cause your daughter ain't ready
for her favorite pet to die.
Maybe, with more time,
she'll learn what death really is.
Which is where the pain stops
and the good memories begin.
Has anyone ever
buried a person up there?
Christ on his throne, no.
And who ever would?
Shit. How the hell
did you get in here?
Out!
Out!
Bye-bye, Ellie. Watch your step now.
There you go.
- Daddy!
- Hi, sugar.
Come here.
Hi, Daddy.
Daddy, is Church all right?
Yes. I guess so.
He was asleep on the porch
when I left.
- There you go.
- Because I had a dream about him.
I dreamed he got hit by a car,
and you and Mr. Crandall
buried him in the Pet Sematary.
That was a silly dream, wasn't it?
- Is he really all right?
- Yes.
- Hi, honey.
- You want to take your son, Doc?
You smell bad.
Can cats have shampoos?
Yes, but you have to take them to
someone who grooms animals, though,
and I think it's pretty expensive.
I don't care. I'll save up
my allowance and pay for it.
Church smells bad.
I'll cough up the money, Ellen.
- I hate that smell.
- Yes.
I hate it, too.
- And a red balloon...
- This is the yellow one.
And now, may the Lord bless you
and keep you.
May the Lord
make his face to shine upon you
and comfort you and lift you up
and give you peace.
- Amen.
- Amen.
- Rachel not feeling well?
- Well, just a touch of the flu.
She's in bed. She's been throwing up
ever since Mrs. Rogers called
and said Mrs. Dandridge...
That's enough, Ellie.
Hop in.
Poor Missy.
I don't know why God'd take
someone like her,
who should still have a bunch of years
left in front of her,
and lets an old fart like me
just go on and on.
My father used to have a saying, Jud.
"God sees the truth, but waits."
Yeah. How's your cat, Louis?
- It's Ellie's cat.
- No. It's your cat now.
Possibly more Atlantic white-sided
dolphins have beached
or stranded themselves
along the Eastern Maine Coast
and scientists don't know why.
What's up, sugar?
Daddy, do you think Missy Dandridge
went to heaven?
Do you want to talk about it?
- Is Missy in heaven, do you think?
- I don't know, honey.
Different people believe
all sorts of different things.
Some believe in heaven or hell.
Some think we come back
as little children
and some think we just wink out
like a candle flame
when the wind blows hard.
Do you believe that?
No.
I think we go on.
Yeah. I have faith in that.
- You believe in it.
- Give me a kiss.
What do you want to watch?
- I heard you and Ellie tonight.
- I thought you might have.
I know you don't approve
of the subject.
I just get scared.
And you know me.
When I get scared, I get defensive.
Scared of what? Dying?
- My sister, Zelda...
- I know, she died. Spinal meningitis.
She was in the back bedroom
like a dirty secret.
My sister died in the back bedroom
and that's what she was.
A dirty secret.
I had to...
I had to feed her sometimes.
I hated it, but I did it.
We wanted her to die.
We wished for her to be dead.
It wasn't just so
she wouldn't feel any more pain.
It was so we wouldn't
feel any more pain.
It was because she started to look
like this monster.
Even now, I wake up and I think,
"Is Zelda dead yet?"
"Is she?"
My parents were gone when she died.
Rachel.
She started to...
She started to convulse
and I thought...
I thought, "Oh, my God, she's choking.
Zelda's choking.
"And they'll come home
"and they'll say
I murdered her by choking.
"They'll say, 'You hated her, Rachel. '
And that was true.
"And they'll say,
'You wanted her to be dead, '
"and that was true, too."
And then she died.
And I started to scream.
I ran out of the house screaming
"Zelda's dead! Zelda's dead!
Zelda's dead!"
And the neighbors,
they came out and they looked.
They thought I was crying.
But you know something? I think maybe
I was laughing.
If you were, I salute you for it.
And if I ever needed another reason
not to like your mother and father,
I have one now.
You should never have been left alone
with her, Rachel.
Never. Where was a nurse?
They actually went out
and left an 8-year-old kid
in charge of her dying sister
who was probably
clinically insane by then.
- Where are you going?
- I'm going to get you a Valium.
- But you know I don't take...
- Tonight, you do.
Look!
- He pulled.
- Daddy's flying a kite.
- Mommy, look!
- Watch him!
- There it goes.
- That's it, Louis.
- Go, Daddy.
- Higher, higher. We want it higher.
- Louis, let Gage do it.
- Here you go, buddy.
You're flying it.
- There's the kite!
- You got it.
Gage is flying it. You got it.
Can I fly it now?
In a minute, honey.
Let Gage finish his turn.
- We gotted it.
- You got it.
- Look high goes.
- Now farther. Go ahead.
Go ahead. Run, buddy. Run.
- Gage is flying it.
- I'm flying it.
That kite's getting up there.
Uh-oh.
It got away from him, that numb shit!
Ellen Creed!
I dropped it.
Daddy, can I fly it now?
- Okay, in just a minute.
- Louis, I want to fly it.
Uh-oh.
Daddy, Daddy, it's my turn now.
All right. Just a minute.
Don't let him go in the road, Louis!
Get him, Louis! Get the baby!
Get the baby!
Get the baby!
- Gage!
- Look out! Stop!
- Stop!
- Gage!
No!
No!
No!
Sedative finally took hold.
Rachel's asleep.
I want to go back to my own room.
I can't sleep with Mommy.
She keeps stealing the covers.
Ellie, what you got there?
What you got there? Let me see.
Can I see?
Ain't that real nice?
You pulling him in the wagon.
Bet he liked that, didn't he?
I'm going to carry this picture,
Mr. Crandall,
until God lets Gage come back.
Ellie, God doesn't do
things like that.
He can if he wants to.
I have to keep his things
waiting for him.
That's what I think.
I've got his picture.
And I'm gonna sit in his chair...
Ellie.
Louis, take care of your little girl.
She needs you.
I knew something
like this would happen.
I told her when you were first married
you'll have all the grief
you can stand and more, I said.
Now, look at this.
I hope you rot in hell!
Where were you
when he was playing in the road?
You stinking shit!
You killer of children!
- Daddy!
- Ellie!
- Stop it!
- You son of a bitch!
No! Oh, God!
- No!
- No!
- No!
- Louis!
Son of a bitch!
- You had no right!
- What's wrong with you?
It's your son's funeral.
Get a hold of yourself, please.
Good night, Ellie.
Good night, Daddy.
Daddy?
God could take it back
if he wanted to, couldn't he?
If he really, really wanted to.
Can I have faith in that?
Yes.
I suppose you can.
Good night, Ellie.
Fuck off, hairball.
Jud, I buried my son today.
I'm very tired.
I wonder if we could just...
You're thinking thoughts
best not thought of, Louis.
I'm thinking about going to bed.
I'm responsible for more pain
in your heart
than you should have tonight.
For all I know,
I may even be responsible
- for the death of your son.
- What?
Jud, you're talking crazy.
You are thinking
of putting him up there.
Don't deny the thought
hadn't crossed your mind, Louis.
Louis...
You asked me
if anyone had ever buried a person
up there in the Micmac grounds.
I lied to you when I said no.
It's been done.
What you've been thinking of
has been done.
He was a local boy.
It was towards the end
of the Second World War.
His name was Timmy Baterman.
He was killed on his way home
from the Second World War.
His father, Bill Baterman,
was grief-struck.
He was so grief-struck,
he buried his son up there
before he ever had a chance
to get to the bottom of the truth.
I'll bite, Jud.
What's the bottom of the truth?
Well, sometimes dead is better.
The person you put up there
ain't the person that comes back.
It may look like that person,
but it ain't that person.
'Cause whatever lives in the ground
beyond the Pet Sematary
ain't human at all.
It was four or five days
after Timmy's funeral
that Margie Washburn seen Timmy
walking up the road
towards Yorkie's Livery.
As time went by,
lots of folks saw Timmy
walking back and forth.
But it was Margie who finally came
to some of us menfolks
and said it had to be stopped.
She knew it was an abomination.
So us men sat down and talked it out.
Then we got into my car
and went over to the Baterman place
to take care of it.
He's dead! He ain't natural!
One way or the other.
Yeah, there's no other way.
He's got to burn!
You're wrecking my house! Stop it!
- Timmy, stop it!
- Daddy.
- Stop it!
- The place is going up!
- Go away!
- Get out while you still can, Bill.
- Bring out the cans.
- I got them.
Wait a minute, fellows. Wait a minute.
He's a monster, Bill!
Leave us alone! He's my son!
- Come, Timmy. Let's get out.
- Love Dad.
Hate living.
Come on, son!
No, Timmy! No!
Love Dad! Hate living.
Louis, sometimes dead is better.
The Indians knew that.
They stopped using that burial ground
when the ground went sour.
Don't think about doing it, Louis.
The place gets hold of you,
but the place is evil.
Sometimes, dead is better.
You see, Louis,
what I'm getting at here?
You understand?
You're telling me that place knew
Gage was going to die?
I'm saying
that place might have made Gage die
because I introduced you to the power.
I may have murdered your son, Louis.
This could be the beginning
of patching things up with your folks.
If something good doesn't
come from Gage's death, I think...
Final call for
Inter-land Flight 61 to Chicago.
All passengers holding tickets
on Flight 61...
I don't want to go to Chicago,
Grandma Dory.
- Why not, darling?
- I had a bad dream last night.
- About what?
- About Daddy and Gage
and someone named Paxcow.
You guys better get going,
or you're gonna miss the boat.
Louis, I am sorry.
- What can I say? I lost my mind.
- We all lost our minds, Irwin.
You take care of your mother, darling.
Come with us, Daddy.
Please come with us.
I'll be there in three days,
four at the most.
Please, Daddy, I'm scared.
Everything's going to be
all right, Ellie.
Do you swear?
I swear.
Come on, Ellie. Let's go.
Final boarding call
for Inter-land Flight 61 to Chicago.
All passengers should now
be on board...
It's wrong.
What happened to you is wrong.
Remember, Doc,
the barrier was not meant
to be crossed.
The ground is sour.
If it doesn't work,
if he comes back
and he's like Jud said
Timmy Baterman was,
I'll just put him back to sleep.
They don't have to know.
Rachel and Ellie
don't ever have to know.
Mommy. Mommy.
Mommy! Mommy.
Mommy! Mommy!
Honey, you just had a bad dream,
that's all. You know that, don't you?
It wasn't a dream. It was Paxcow.
Paxcow says Daddy's
gonna do something really bad.
Who is this Paxcow?
Is he like the bogeyman?
He's a ghost. He's a good ghost.
He says he was sent to warn us.
He says he was near Daddy
because they were together
when his soul was dis...
- I can't remember.
- Listen to me.
There are no ghosts, Ellie.
There are no ghosts.
Now I want you to go to sleep
and forget all this nonsense.
Do you hear me?
Will you at least call
and make sure Daddy's okay?
Of course I will.
Paxcow? Where do I know that name?
- Pascow.
- Pascow?
Was she saying Pascow?
He was trying to help me
because Daddy was helping him
when his soul dis...
Discorporated.
I'm going to bust you out, son.
He's not home.
Probably went out for a hamburger
or a chicken dinner, dear.
You know how men are
when they're alone.
Hello?
Hello, Jud. It's Rachel Creed.
I'm calling from Chicago.
Chicago? Is Louis with you?
No. We're going to be here a while,
and he needed a few days
to close things up back there.
I just wondered if he was with you.
No.
But if he drops by,
I'll tell him to call you.
- Don't bother, Jud. I'm coming home.
- Rachel, no.
- You don't want to do that.
- I have to do it, Jud. Goodbye.
Rachel! Rachel!
You've done it, you stupid old man.
Now you got to undo it.
Gage.
It's going to be all right.
I swear it's going to be all right.
I'm coming for you, Rachel.
And this time,
I'll get you.
Gage and I
will get you
for letting us die.
Good evening again,
ladies and gentlemen.
We've had a strong tailwind
and we expect to arrive
at Boston's Logan Airport
almost on time.
Thank God.
Excuse me. Sorry. Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Don't do that, babe.
- Make it wait.
- I can't.
All right. I'll call the pilot.
I'm not going to stop, Gage.
I'm not going to look down.
I'm sorry. It's been very busy.
I really don't have anything.
What about the Aries K,
the one with the scratch on its side?
I do have an Aries K,
but it came in rather beat-up
and there's a long scrape up one side.
I'll take it.
Okay. Major credit card and a license.
Louis.
See?
Just imagination.
- Now what?
- It's trying to stop you.
Do you hear me?
It's trying to stop you.
Is anyone there?
Come back to me, Gage.
Come back to us.
Hey!
Hey, stop!
- Hop in, babe.
- Thank you.
Oh, my.
Who's here?
Let's play hide and go seek.
Gage?
You the one playing games?
Gage?
Come on out.
I brought you something.
Where did you...
- Thank you so much.
- Think nothing of it.
Hell, I didn't get a ticket, lady,
so you're welcome.
Whatever your problems are,
I hope they work out.
It's the end of the line for me, too.
I'm not allowed any further.
- I'm sure things will be fine.
- I'm not.
Rachel!
Church?
Jud?
Jud?
Jud, are you up there?
Rachel.
Rachel.
Rachel, is that you?
I finally came back for you, Rachel.
I'm going to twist your back like mine
so you'll never get out of bed again.
Never get out of bed again.
Never get out of bed again!
Never get out of bed again!
Gage.
- I brought you something, Mommy.
- Gage.
I brought you something, Mommy.
Gage. Gage.
I brought you something, Mommy.
Oh, Christ.
Gage.
Oh, my God.
Gage?
- Hello.
- Hello, Louis.
It's Irwin. I just wanted to be sure
Rachel got back all right.
Louis? Are you there?
- Yes, I'm here.
- Did she get back all right?
Yes. She's fine.
Well, put her on at that end,
and I'll put Ellie on this one.
Ellie's very worried about her mother.
- She's almost in hysterics.
- She's...
- Rachel's asleep.
- I suggest you wake her up.
Ellie had a dream
that her mother was dead.
Irwin, I can't talk to you right now.
Irwin, I told you
I can't talk to you right now.
I'm at Jud's, Daddy.
Will you come over and play with me?
First I played with Jud.
Then Mommy came,
and I played with Mommy.
We played, Daddy.
We had an awful good time.
Now I want to play with you.
What did you do?
What did you do?
Hi, Church.
Want some grub, Church? Church.
Don't mind me.
Eat it while you can.
That's right.
Today is Thanksgiving Day for cats.
But only
if they came back from the dead.
Go on. Lie down.
Play dead.
Be dead!
Gage?
Gage?
Gage, what have you done?
Rachel!
Scared you, didn't I?
- Gage?
- Hi, Daddy.
Now I want to play with you.
All right, Gage.
Let's play.
Daddy.
Come here.
Come here.
No fair.
No fair, no fair.
I'm sorry, Louis. I'm so sorry.
But don't make it worse. Don't.
I waited too long with Gage.
With Rachel, it will work this time,
because she just died.
She just died a little while ago.
Louis, don't!
Please, Louis!
No!
It will be all right, Rachel.
I promise.
The soil of a man's heart
is stonier, Louis.
A man grows what he can,
then he tends it.
Because what you buy is what you own.
And what you own
always comes home to you.
Darling.
No!