Salem's Lot

I appreciate you coming, Mr. Snow.

As I finish my move from London and settle into your town,

I need your help retrieving one final and crucial item.

A large crate will be arriving at the wharf

at 6:00 sharp this evening.

You will be there upon its arrival

and immediately load said crate into your truck.

Now, this crate is very heavy.

And what's inside is very old.

So, you must take care as you move it.

It's one of a kind.

Do you understand me, Mr. Snow?

So far.

After you pick up the shipment,

you will then deliver it to my new home

up there on the hill. Do you know it?

Uh... Yeah.

Everybody knows the Marsten House.

Once there, you are to open the bulkhead on the side of the Marsten House,

carry the crate into the cellar,

past the stairs, finally delivering it to the back.

I'll be sure to leave a clearing for you.

The documents to secure the crate can be found in this envelope,

as well as your fee, of course.

My grandma used to tell us stories about this place

just to set us straight.

She said Hubert Marsten worshipped Satan.

That's why he shot his wife,

- and killed himself, - They're just stories.

We need to bring it down there.

- In the cellar? - That's what Mr. Straker said.

Fuck.

But I'm gonna back the truck up so we can get closer,

but you, uh... You go open it up.

You want me to open it?

Fuck.

What'd you say this was again?

Paper said dresser.

It must be some fucking dresser.

Could we set it down now?

I can't see a goddamn thing, and I'm starting to lose my grip.

Shit.

Christ, Hank!

I can't see where I'm going!

It's packed with dirt.

Why would a dresser be packed with dirt?

I don't want to know.

Uh...

Pick it up, bring it into the back, all right? Let's go.

Jesus Christ.

Shit.

Pivot. Pivot.

All right. Set it down. Gently.

Royal.

Come closer.

Closer.

Join me.

Royal! You don't want to know, remember?

Let's get the fuck out of here.

All right. It's the first day of fall, September 23rd, 1975,

and you're on the WVAB radio. That was the latest from

from the Raspberry Brothers, that's coming in at number two

on our Top 25 best songs of fall.

Those boys will be playing a Halloween special

down at Portland next month. Be sure to get your tickets, when they go on sale tomorrow.

Oh, Jesus!

You lost, son?

No, no. Um, sorry. I'm just sightseeing. I used to live around here.

Huh. Come back for a visit?

Yep.

What are you, some kind of an author?

Yeah.

Do me a favor, would you?

Don't make any trouble while you're here. Trouble makes work for me.

I don't like to work.

You'll get no trouble from me.

Just here for a little inspiration.

All right. You take care now.

Here's last year's release from Gordon Lightfoot

to bring a little sunset simmer to your drive on this gorgeous day.

See you, Robbie.

More coffee?

- Yeah, thanks. - Here you are.

Hey, Ray. Take a look at this.

I have all the paperwork in order.

That's right. It's all here.

And then the last thing left to do is for you to sign.

You look familiar.

Well, how's the book?

I'm at the point in the story where the reader decides

whether or not she'll ever finish it.

Uh-huh.

Can I help you with something?

Uh, a place for rent. You know, if you've got it.

Just you?

- Yeah, it's just me. - Bye, bye now.

Are you sure you want to be here?

Susan!

Who goes there? Oh!

Hello! Hey! Larry Crockett.

Nice to meet you. Would you like some coffee?

Get a fresh pot going there, Susie. Will you?

I have trained her to make it just right.

Oh.

Uh, I'm okay on the coffee. Thank you.

Uh, I was just gonna ask your associate here--

Secretary.

Yeah, I think I saw someone in the Marsten House on the way in.

Is someone actually living there now?

Oh. Well, if you know about the Marsten House,

that should tell you I can pretty much sell anything.

It's been sitting vacant for almost 40 years.

Who bought it? Um, some European fella. Wears these fancy suits.

He's the one opening up that shop across the street.

How do you know about the Marsten House?

Are you from around here?

I grew up here till I was nine, yeah.

So maybe that's why you look so familiar.

Uh, what'd you say your name was?

Ben Mears.

No, doesn't spack.

Mr. Mears, are you looking to buy?

Nope, just need a place to rent.

Um, well, I'm sure you're acquainted with the beauty of Maine.

Perhaps, as an investment--

Eva Miller has a couple rooms open.

She's over on Railroad Street.

Eva Miller. Railroad.

Got it.

Enjoy your book.

Yeah, that went great, Susan.

Good going, Suz.

Yeah, you just jiggle it a little and it'll work.

I keep asking Weasel to fix it.

Who knows, maybe one of these days he will.

Don't count on it.

Here we are.

All right, I serve breakfast at 7:00 sharp if you want it.

Dinner's usually on the table by 6:00.

Your laundry day is Tuesday.

And no guests.

What is it you say you were again? Some kind of writer?

That's right. Yeah.

I'll take payment in advance.

Morning, Jim.

Morning.

- Look at the new kid. - I think he's doing a magic trick.

No way! There's no way.

Make it real tight.

Yeah, okay.

Ralph, I got it.

There's no way he's gonna get out of that.

Get your watch ready.

Let me know when to start.

Is he gonna do it?

- I don't think so. - No way.

Oh, shit.

Oh, no.

It's Richie Boddin.

- Here, let me help. - No, don't. I can do this.

- Come on, Mark! - I got it.

Come on, man. Come on.

Jesus.

Welcome to the Lot, dillweed.

What are you looking at?

- Did you see his face? - No, stay down! Wait!

- He's getting back up. - Don't do it!

No. Huh?

What is he doing?

Fucking goof!

Say "uncle."

Say "uncle" or I'll break it!

...are on different teams.

Fuck you!

These two rookies don't know nothing...

...the kid got third in MVP voting as a rookie.

Once more unto the breach.

Okay! Okay! Uncle! Uncle, you win! Uncle.

Uncle, just get the fuck off of me!

- Now say, "I'm a big, ugly turd." - Okay.

Say it!

Go back to your corners.

Then, decide which one of you is gonna tell me how this started.

You better watch your back.

He's new, Mr. Burke. He doesn't know to stay away from Richie.

Quite a way to make a name for yourself, Mr. Petrie.

We can walk him home later, in case Richie gets any ideas, sir.

Richie Boddin having an idea is as likely as the Royal River running backwards.

And you, Mr. Petrie,

next time you tell a man to say uncle, and he does, you let him go.

We take people at their word here in the Lot.

Yes, sir.

And this will do nicely.

Come on, let's go!

He's the nice, handsome man that comes

from a good family.

And I just don't understand why you won't give him another chance.