Nightmares & Dreamscapes: From the Stories of Stephen King (2006): Season 1, Episode 8 - You Know They Got a Hell of a Band - full transcript

Where's my greatest hits of the 60's?
I just listened to it last week.

Did you leave it at home?

Whoa, Jesus.
Whoa.

- Whoa.
- Huh.

Sorry. Sorry.

Too much lipstick?

Oh, man. Good girl,
Sally. Good girl.

Mmm. Oh.

So much for our pristine
wilderness experience.

Yeah, well, I told you
this is an adventure,

which basically is
a vacation with meat on it.



And I want you to have your meat,
darling, I really do.

I was just hoping
for some room service
and a good wine.

What is it with you
and these skinny little white boy
singers you like so much?

Married one, didn't I?

Yeah, but I don't sing that new crap
in the shower, do I, huh?

Dad always said
the great music died...

The day they
dreamed up disco.

That's right.

I... I could lick
that off.

And keep both eyes
on the road?

I don't think so.

I'm still jiggy from last night,
do you know what I mean?

Piney wood, starry skies.

It's just... just the right timing
to make a baby, I think.



Yeah.

We both keep
singing that song, huh?

Here we are.
Ah, boy.

Bacon, eggs,
homemade biscuits.

I can eat this way every morning
for the rest of my life.

Until the day you
die, next year.

This is it. This is the real Oregon,
baby. Oh, yeah.

If the rumors are true
and I take a transfer to Jersey,

- at least we'll have
this trip, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

So glad we got a taste
of the wildlife.

Hey, you know, we could take
a shortcut to Toketee Falls.

- Clark.
- Yeah.

We take 58 two miles east,
and go south on this county road.

Oh, that looks
pretty empty.

Think the word
is wilderness,

as in no gas stations,
no restrooms,

no motels
with soft beds.

No, no, we'll find one.
We'll find one.

Here. Just cut across
this highway here.

Can't be much further
to Toketee. See?

Huh?

It's all about the roads
with no numbers, man.

Blaze a trail.
Feel the land.

Yeah, like we're
pioneer stock.

You're a computer
programmer, Clark.

That's what I do, honey.
That's not what I am.

Sorry, you come from
a long line of hunter-gatherers.

Just some guy's body
broken for you and for many.

Oh, we're talking mass culture,
sugar muffin.

Ah, you kidding me?

Now what?

Clark, I gave up teaching
summer school for this.

- Please tell me we're not lost.
- We're not lost.

We're just in mid-process.

I've never seen a road
marked like that.

Where are
the phone lines?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Uh, no, I haven't
seen them in a while.

Well, how long
is a while?

I don't know, you know,
10, 20 miles.

Want my advice?

No, but I suppose
I'll get it anyway.

You know, I really
can't stand it when you
roll your eyes like that.

- Roll my eyes like what?
- Oh, you know, like I'm
some old dog

that farted under the dinner table.
Go on, go on. It's your nickel.

Tell me what
you're thinking.

Let's go back while
there's still time.

Yeah, sure, now all you need is
a sign that says "repent".

That's the problem
with you teachers.

You're always tied
to your lesson plans.

That's it.

It's got to be the right fork.
This is... That's south.

Yeah, I can smell
Toketee Falls from here.

That's the ranch road.
Must be.

A ranch road
with a striped line?

Well, you'd be surprised how well-off
some of these ranchers are.

Money in the land,
my dad always said.

Baby...

let's go back and find
a nice hot tub

and a cold mojito.

- Reverse is right there, baby.
- I know, honey.

Wrong... Reverse is just another
word for going backwards. Ok?

Besides, it's not like the
yellow line is gonna run out.

Well, ok, huh.

Doesn't matter.
There'll always be a county road.

We'll just head...
Keep heading south, southeast.

Oh, Clark.

Just don't say anything, ok?

We're not lost.
We're not lost.

The road'll open up again
over the next hill probably.

We're not lost.

Oh.

That's it.
I'm calling the auto club.

In 15 years of marriage, you've
never asked for directions ever.

Just like your father.

Gave you this car of his,
and the day he did,

there must have been 50,000 extra
miles from going around in circles.

Well, you know, one man's circle
is another man's wanderlust.

Yeah, well,
I'm all out of lust,

and we've wandered
long enough.

Clark.

Clark, I give.

Ok?
You're a man among men.

I say this with
the greatest respect.

Turn the damn
car around.

Honey, honey, honey,

I can't risk turning
the car around now.

The road is too narrow,
the shoulders are soft.
We'll get stuck.

Ok? I got us into this,
I will get us out.

Trust me.

Clark, it's um...

It's getting late.
We've got to turn back.

Oh, just stop it,
Mary, all right?

Just put down
the chalk, will you?

Not some Tolkien fantasy here.

We'll be fine.
We just got to stay the course.

Stay the course. You
can't find the course, Clark.

I mean, what are you
trying to prove?

We're in trouble here.
Just look. Can't you see it?

Uh, I see a sign.

Can you read it?
Can you read it?

Yeah, it says,
"If you came this far,
you really screwed up."

Huh.

- This has to be a joke.
- Well, maybe not.

A town called
Rock and Roll Heaven?

Well, why not? There's
Truth Or Consequences, New Mexico,

there's Shark, Nevada.
There's even a town in Pennsylvania
called Intercourse.

I mean, why not
Rock and Roll Heaven?

I mean, maybe it
was built by hippies
back in the 60s.

I don't know,
it doesn't matter.

What matters is that we've
found some honest-to-god
pavement again, honey.

You made that up.

What?

- Intercourse, Pennsylvania.
- No, no, no, I swear, it's...

I've done Intercourse...

- Pennsylvania. Huh?
- Yeah.

We'll do the new road.

Be careful.

- Ooh.
- Ah.

Ah, Norman Rockwell's birthplace.
Has to be.

Huh.
Where's the smoke?

There should be smoke
from a chimney somewhere.

You know, we could win
a condo in the garden of Eden,

and you'd be worrying
about aphids.

Let's turn around.

What? Why?

I don't like it.
That's all.

Look at that house.

Uh, yeah,
it's beautiful. Yeah.

Yeah. It's like the candy house
in Hansel and Gretel.

Oh, come on.

No, I hid under my bed for a week
after mom read me that story.

Let's just turn around.
The roads are wide enough.

Look at the character
of the place, huh?

I mean, if you wanna
buy a souvenir.

Buy a t-shirt.
A t-shirt.

That's how you do it, Clark.
That's how men always do it.

- Do what?
- Get your way.

Not by being right,
by being relentless.

- Oh, you're getting out now?
- Yeah.

Yeah, Ok.
All right. Yeah.

Yeah. All right.

One t-shirt.
5 minutes.

No. When do I get
to choose, Clark, huh?

When do we take
the trip I'd like?

When do we move to
a different place for my job?

- You can teach anywhere.
- Oh, I'm getting a headache.

Come on. It's 19 miles
back to highway 58 over the
same crappy road...

19 miles isn't so much.

But when you tack on
50 miles it's gonna take

to go around the forest,
once we get to highway 58...

You make it sound like
we have a plane to catch.

Well, this ticks me off,
you know?

I mean, you take one look...
It's a nice little town.

It's got a cute little name.

And suddenly, you're
reminded of... of like...

Mystic River or some damn thing, and you wanna go back.
- Yeah.

Where if we just stayed on
the same road through town,

we just cut south,
due south...

It's probably not even
a half an hour to Toketee Falls...

That's what you said
back at the diner, remember?

- Whoo.
- Whoa.

Peace.
We love you.

Make love, not war.

Far out.

What was that about?

I don't know. Something for
the tourists... something.

All right. One souvenir
and we're gone, promise.

First wicked witch
we see,

I'm gonna back up mustang Sally
all the way to Portland.

No questions asked.

Please? Please?

Ok. One t-shirt,
nothing more.

Ok.

- Nothing more.
- All right. Ok.

But only if you're sure.

Clark, I said ok.
That doesn't change how I feel.

So you'll have to
excuse me if I decline

to put my cheerleader skirt on
and yell, "Go, Clark, go."

Jeez. You are in
some mood, boy.

You would look cute in
a cheerleading skirt, though.

Hey.

Look at that.

- Huh.
- Hmm.

How you doing?

Ok.

No, no.
Come this way.

You have to see it, Clark.
I know you do.

What?

It's like the town
in the Twilight Zone.

"A Peculiar Little Town".
Remember?

Come on. You watch
TV-Land constantly.

Clark.

What are you doing?

- I want a coke.
- Clark.

What's the matter?

I know you. You've no intention
of leaving this place

until you convince yourself
you're not intimidated.

Can I get you something?
Iced tea, or...

I wanna leave.

What's to be afraid of, honey?

Who knows what goes on
in the backwoods here.

These guys, they could have
12 wives, date their sisters...

- I don't know.
- I'll be right back.

Clark, I'm not
staying here by myself.

Clark.

Ok.

Go piss on your hydrant,
then we're getting out of here.

They look familiar.

Who do we know's moved
to Rock and Roll, Oregon,
to be street people?

Wow, look at this.

Come on in, folks.

Take the first
available booth, ha ha.

Oh.

Wow.

This is fabulous. Look at this.
Look, look, look...

They have
the Moonglows.

Frankie Lymon
and the teenagers,

Tweedle-Dee-Dee.

Oh, Tweedle-Dee-Dee.
Wow. Oh, god,

I haven't heard that
since my dad played it
when I was a kid.

Just takeout drinks,
remember?

- Yeah.
- Mm-Hmm. Yeah.

All right. But... but...

Mary, I mean,
look at this place.

Look at the menu.
I mean, you got

big bopper burger
and suzie Q fries.

Come on, woman. Where's
your damn soul, huh?

Drinks, Clark.

We discussed this
in the car. Drinks only.

Uh... What'll it be?

Can I have a coke,
please? Large.

You ought to try the cherry pie.
Rick just made it.

Ah. All right.
Sounds good.

Just a coke... to go.

That redhead over there.

Stop staring at her.

You're like a little boy
trying to peek up somebody's
skirt in study hall.

No. Is she, like, the splitting image
of Janis Joplin, or am I crazy?

Hey, Mary?
You all right?

What?

You're sweating,
for cryin' out loud.

It's not anything to have
a panic attack over.

Losing my mother's diamonds
last year, that's worth having
a panic attack over.

Janis Joplin is dead,
in L.A., an overdose.

What are these people?
The Jonestown Glee club?

Uh... she's a groupie.

And this is like
a 50's place.

They're playing
dress-up, that's all.

Tell you what,
we'll enjoy our pie

and we'll get out
of here, all right?

Hi. Could I make
my coke a malt?

Well, you can do
anything you want, Stud.

Well, in that case,
make mine vanilla.

And how did I knew that?

I mean, nobody makes malts
anymore, you know?

It's all latte,
mocha, gelato.

Any old excuse to charge
you 5 bucks a pop.

"Get out while you still can."

Go on, doll, serve 'em up.

Just the ones with
the big biceps.

Yeah? Oh...

Thank you.

Don't mention it.

So how do you get
your lipstick to match
your hair like that?

You start with
the lipstick, always.

Clark...

Your pie is here.

Ah. Great.

You don't have to call
this cowboy twice.

Yeah. Whoo.

Oh, yeah.

Oh.

Oh. That's incredible.

Mmm. Who made it?

Rick, take a bow.

Hell of a pie, man.

Wow. Where did you learn
to make pie like that?

Me and mom, we hung
around the kitchen a lot.

That's you in a nutshell, Rick.
Mama's boy.

Hey, give me my hat back.

- Give me that hat.
- Never.

- Come here.
- Whoo.

Oh, and you run
like a mama's boy.

Rick?

Ozzie and Harriet?
Ricky...

Nelson. Ricky Nelson.

Gotta catch me first.

That's impossible.
That's impossible.

- He's...
- Dead.

I think, like, 20 years.

A plane crash,
him and his whole band.

- Hey.
- Whoo.

Cut that out.

Clark, uh...

I think I left
my wallet in the car.

Would you go get it
for me, please?

The pink one. It might be
under the seat.

You go.

If you can't find it,
I'll come help you.

Right. I'll go look
in the car.

Mm-hmm.

Don't let that pie
get cold now.

Don't let it
get to you, honey.

They're just starting
to tune up for the concert tonight.

We have a concert
here in town almost every night.

I'll bet you do.

Excuse me, sir.

Hey.

Howdy, ma'am.

Oh, that's Roy Orbison
and Buddy Holly.

Solid tune,
I'll give you that.

But it ain't no rave on.

They call that
losing your cherry.

Well, don't worry yourself
about that, sweet thing.

Welcome.

I ain't seen you around
these parts before.

I, um... My husband and I,
we're just tourists visiting.

We... we have to leave.

You and your man ought
to hang around a while.

You ought to stay for
the concert tonight.

We put on one hell of a show
if I do say so myself.

We'd love to have you, ma'am,
and not just for the night.

- Stay a spell.
- What do you say?

Let me, um...

let me ask my husband.

- Whoo.
- Aah.

Oh, my god. Oh.

Hey. So you dine and dash,
rotten crotch?

Get her, boys.

Get in the car, Mary.

Go.

Oh, my god.

I remember who they are now.
It's Ronnie Van Zant and Duane Allman.

Clark, back up.

- Clark, go.
- I'm trying.

Ahh.

- You're coming to the show.
- Clark.

Screw you.

Woo.

Fasten your seat belt.

Oh, great.

Clark, they're coming.

Still alive.

All of them.

Now what?

Boy, looks
like road kill.

Oh, my god.

Let's do this, ok?

Hey, who hurt you?

Cherry pie.

Clark.

Get us out of here.

We'll be fine.

Not a single one.

- What?
- Power lines.

Wherever they get their power,
it's not from Oregon power and light.

You all right? Huh?

Back up. Turn around.

Go... go around.

Go on, go around.

- What are you doing?
- You've seen them.

Do you want to be them?

Welcome to town,
both of you.

Hope you can,
uh, stay a while.

We're real neighborly,
and we take care of our own.

I'm the mayor
around these parts.

The name's
Elvis Presley.

Driving away wouldn't have
done you no good anyhow.

Highway don't go nowhere
but the Umpqua Swamp.

No roads in there, ma'am.

There's a lot of polk salad,
and quicksand and other things.

- Bears.
- Bears. Yep.

And other things.

- If we stay for the show...
- The show?

Oh, you got to stay
for the show.

We really rock.
You'll see if we don't.

Ain't nothing
but a stone fact.

If we stay for the show,
can we go when it's over?

You know, ma'am, we're way out
in the boonies out here.

And attracting an audience
can be kind of slow work.

Although once they hear us,
everybody stays around for more.

We was kind of hoping you might
stick around yourselves for a while.

See a few shows,

and just kind of...

enjoy our hospitality.

I think you might
even decide...

you want to settle down.

So where do you want to sit?

Over there.

Hmm.

Hi.

Hi.

I... I'm Cece Pryor.

Mary Rivingham.
This is my husband Clark.

Hi.

Pleased to meet you.

Your hand.

Frankie did it.
Frankie Lyman.

Everyone says he was the sweetest
guy you'd ever want to meet...

When he was alive.

He only turned mean
when he came here.

You know, I don't care.

I just wish
you had gotten away.

And I'd do it again.

Besides...

Crystal takes care of me.

It's down check, down check.
Mic One, check...

You know, she'll fix you up
if you want.

You don't need to lose no fingers
to want to get stoned in this town.

Oh, my wife and I
don't use drugs.

You will.

Good evening,
Rock and Roll Heaven.

Get your seats fast,
ladies and gentlemen,

hold onto your chairs, because
there's good rockin' tonight.

How long do they go on?

A long time.

I mean, the show will
be over at midnight.

It's a town ordinance.

But time
is different here.

I mean, if the guys
get cooking,

sometimes go
for a year or more.

Well...

We got jobs.

Oh, yeah.

Mayor said Mary can go work
at the Be-Bop Beauty shop.

I have
an English degree.

A teacher's certificate,
for god's sake.

And I'm
a software expert.

You don't hear me complaining
about it, do you?

I said to the mayor,
"Your honor, I'm a computer expert".

And he says, "Well, son,

there's no computers
in this here town", he says,

"Although we could use
a couple of ticketron outlets."

So you know, I guess I'll...
stack shelves for a while.

Wasn't too good for dad...

Once upon a time, hmm?

How do you
reach these people?

This is a nightmare.

I'm supposed to spend
the next god knows how long
as a shampoo girl?

Don't they hear you?

"I'll bet you can wash and rinse
with the best of them, little lady."

- That's what he says to me.
- Hey, you hadn't ought to make fun.

Making fun can get you
into trouble around here.

Ok, Clark,
we have to go.

My god, now.
We have to get out of here.

- Mary...
- No, let's go. We gotta run.

Come on, Mary.

Come on.

Come on.

Whoa.

Rock and Roll Heaven,
are you ready?

We got a great show
for you tonight,

A galaxy of stars,
all backstage.

And who's that guy?

We got Freddie Mercury
just in from London town,

Jim Croce,
my main man, Johnny Ace...

some old-time
disc jockey. Alan Freed.

Yeah, I knew
I remembered him.

Jim Morrison on the
red-eye flight from Paris...

- Take it easy, Mary.
- Patsy Cline...

How bad could it be?

Keith Moon of the Who,
Brian Jones of the Stones,

That cute little Florence Bollard
of the Supremes,

Mary Wells...

How long
have you been here?

I don't know.

It's easy to lose
track of time.

All your favorites,
just for you.

12 years, at least.
maybe more.

Cass Elliot,
Janis Joplin,

John Bonham...
He'll get the led out of your zeppelin.

We got lost.

- George Harrison, John Lennon...
- We just got lost in the woods.

Kurt Cobain...

This what happens
to people who get lost?

Stevie Ray Vaughn.
The giants of music.

So, Rock and Roll Heaven,
are you ready to boogie?

Then let's go.

Because rock and roll
will never die.

That's what
I'm afraid of.

Come on, everybody. Whoo.

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