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(Girl) 'Bye, Old Shep.
See you in heaven, yeah? '
(Boy) 'This is where my kitty lays,
no more he screams and hollers.
'He lived for five and twenty days,
he cost me 50 dollars. '
(Second boy)
'Spot, a good fellow. We love you. '
(Child crying)
(Crickets clicking)
- Finally here.
- Yeah.
(Both laughing)
Yeah-hey!
So?
- What do you think?
- It's gorgeous!
Decided to wake up
and see what home looks like, huh?
- Uh-huh.
- Uh-huh. Come here.
Mommy! Daddy! I see a path.
Ellie, be careful!
(Dad) Ellie!
Listen to your mo...
Mommy! Daddy! It hurts!
- Mommy, Daddy, it hurts!
- Are you OK?
- It hurts!
- Help me with this.
- Look out.
- Are you OK?
(Ellie crying)
Hi, Church.
(Meows)
Church.
She's just skinned her knee.
(Horn)
I don't want the stingy stuff!
- All right.
- Where's Gage?
Gage!
Gage!
No, you don't, my friend.
Not in that road.
Gage!
- I corralled him for you, missus.
- Thank you so much.
- Thank you. I'm Louis Creed.
- Jud Crandall.
I live just across the road.
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.
Your dad's gonna be the new doctor
at the college, I hear.
I think you're gonna be
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?
(Jud) Oh.
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 change him.
Nice to meet you.
- Same here.
- Come on, Ellie. Give me a hand.
That house has stood empty too long.
It's damn good
to see people in it again.
(Owl hoots)
(Church meows)
(Lorry passes)
(Screeches)
You scared the life out of me,
Church.
(Meows)
(Sighs) Come here.
- (Jud) Is that you, Doc?
- Yeah.
Come on up and have a beer.
Need a glass?
- No.
- 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.
- Where does it lead?
- Pet cemetery.
- Pet cemetery?
- It's that damn road.
It 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.
A fixed cat don't tend to wander.
If it's all the time crossing back
and forth, its luck will run out.
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.
- Hi, Missy.
- I'll bring these back next time.
Great. Can you come on Monday, Missy?
Uh-huh.
Always thought it would be lucky
to marry a doctor.
Wish I had a doctor around
with my stomach pains.
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.
(Ellie) Yeah!
This is the place.
- What's it say, Mommy?
- It says "pet cemetery", honey.
It's misspelled
but that's what it says.
Ellie, wait a minute!
(Jud) I told you it's a bad road.
It's killed a lot of pets
and made a lot of kids unhappy.
At least something good come of it.
This place.
Couldn't plant
nothing but corpses here, anyway.
How can you call it a good thing?
A graveyard for pets
killed in the road.
Built by broken-hearted children.
They have to learn
about death somehow.
Why?
Can I have the baby?
Daddy, look! This one's a goldfishy.
That's right, Ellie.
They wasn't all killed by the road.
Especially the ones
from when I was a child.
They get older as you go towards
the middle. Harder to read.
Missy Ellen, come over here 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.
- (Gasps)
- 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.
Shh.
- Hi, babe.
- Daddy, what if Church dies?
What if he dies
and has to go to the pet cemetery?
Honey, Church will be fine.
No, he won't. Not in the end.
In the end, he's gonna croak,
isn't he?
Sit down here.
He might still be alive when you're
in high school. That's a long time.
It doesn't seem long to me.
It seems short.
If it was up to me,
I'd let Church live to be a hundred
- but I don't make up the rules.
- Who does?
God, I suppose.
But he's not God's cat, he's my cat.
Let God get his own if he wants one.
Not mine.
Not mine!
(Church meows)
(Meows)
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.
That 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 by trucks.
- Church will be all right.
- Do you promise?
Don't shilly-shally, Louis.
Give the little girl a promise.
Church will be fine. I promise.
(Ellie) Yeah!
- Thank you.
- You're very welcome.
If anything happens while
he's under the gas, it's unlikely,
but if it does happen,
you explain it to her.
- (Church hisses)
- Church!
Gotta go.
- Going to get his...
- Nuts cut, yes.
Thank you for introducing
that colorful phrase
into my daughter's vocabulary.
Don't mention it.
- How's that bellyache of yours?
- No better, no worse.
- I can take a look at that for you.
- It'll pass. They always do.
- Missy.
- Ma'am.
Still friends, Doc?
(Gage) I kissed you!
Have a great first day
at school, Doc.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye!
- What happened?
- He got hit by a truck!
- Mind his head!
- Hold gently!
(All shouting)
- There's so much blood!
- Clear the door!
Get Dr Creed!
- What's happened?
- He got hit by a truck.
- Dr Creed!
- Get them all out of here.
- Easy!
- Everyone out, please!
(Shouting and screaming)
Come on, everybody clear out!
Ambu bag. Start a cardiac monitor.
I need large bores.
Get an ambulance,
he's gotta go to EMC.
- It won't do any good.
- Let's do it by the rules. Move!
(Girl, outside) Who is it?
(Boy) It's Pascow!
I told Rachel, "Not so much
as a sprain today," my friend.
(Gasping)
The soil...
of a man's heart...
is stonier...
Louis.
(Coughing)
How did you know my name?
I'll...
come to you.
How did you know my name?
(Locusts humming)
(Humming intensifies)
(Thud)
Come on, Doc. We've got places to go.
Come on, Doc.
Don't make me tell you twice.
Hey! Why are you here?
(Pascow) I want to help you
because... Louis!
Because you tried to help me.
(Louis gasps)
- Let's go, Doc.
- I don't like this dream.
Who said you were dreaming?
(Birds screeching)
This is the place
where the dead speak.
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... (Sighs)
I just want to wake up. That's all.
I just want to wake up. That's all.
(Pascow) The barrier
was not meant to be crossed.
(Louis) It's not my fault
that you died.
You were as good as dead
when you came in.
(Pascow) The ground beyond...
is sour.
(Birds twittering)
(Rachel) You up, Doc?
Getting there.
Thanks, Nurse.
(Gage giggling)
Louis, it's not right.
I don't want you rambling
around the house on Thanksgiving Day.
It's a family holiday.
That's why you're going
with the kids and without me.
Your dad doesn't want me
as a member of your family.
But I want you around.
I'll be around plenty
when you get back.
(Phone)
Hello?
(Jud) 'Louis? You may have
a spot of trouble here. '
Jud. What trouble?
'There's a dead cat
on the edge of my lawn.
'I think it might be
your daughter's. '
Yeah. That's Church, all right.
I'm sorry.
At least it don't look
like he suffered.
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'll bury him in the morning.
Are you going to tell Ellie?
I have to mull that over for a while.
Maybe I'll just tell her
I haven't seen the damned cat around.
I don't want to spoil her holiday.
And Rachel's.
Maybe there's a better way.
So do we plant him outside 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! Are you all right?
- Yeah.
I guess I lost my happy thoughts
there for a second.
Oh, yeah. Ooh!
(Jud) Not much farther now.
(Bird twittering, distant)
(Screeching and crashing)
Jud! What's that?
Shh!
(Rumbling)
(Eerie screeching)
Just a loon.
(Louis) Here we go.
(Jud) Won't be much longer now.
(Jud) Just down here a little ways.
- Almost there, Louis.
- You keep saying that.
This time I mean it.
What is this place?
(Jud, echoing)
This was their burial ground.
(Louis) Whose burial ground?
(Jud) Micmac Indians.
I brought you here
to bury Ellen's cat.
(Louis) Why, for God's sake?
- I said why, Jud?
- I had my reasons.
The soil's thin. But you'll manage.
I'm gonna sit over yonder
and have a smoke.
I'd help you
but you gotta do it yourself.
Each buries his own.
Whoa!
(Louis panting)
(Owl hooting)
(Phone)
(Ringing continues)
(Jud) Louis...
- Louis!
- Yeah?
When you talk to 'em... 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 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 burial ground.
- (Woman) 'Goldman residence. '
- Hi, Dory. It's Louis.
- 'Wanna talk to your daughter? '
- Yeah, that'd be real fine.
- Hi, Daddy!
- Hi, baby.
How's everything in Chicagoland?
Grandma and Grandpa gave me
lots of neat things. How's Church?
'Does he miss me? '
Well...
I- I guess he's just fine, Ellie.
I haven't seen him this evening.
Make sure you put him 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.
Wanna talk to Gage?
Yeah.
Hi, Daddy. I love you.
'Hi, Daddy. I love you. '
(Snaris)
Jesus!
Church...
(Taps bowl)
Food, Church.
Food.
Come on, Church. Chow down.
Come on, Church.
Christ... I don't believe this.
- (Meows)
- Oh, you stink, Church.
Hold on a second...
God, he chewed his way out.
Jesus, boy... Christ!
Damn it!
I tried to tell myself
that I buried him alive.
I'm not a vet.
- It was dark.
- Sure it was dark.
But his head swivelled on his neck
like it was full of ball bearings.
When you moved him,
he pulled out of the frost.
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
that 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.
Got infected.
When he died,
I thought I was going to die.
The 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. '
(Growling)
Jud, come and get your dog!
He stinks of the ground
you buried him in!
- Jud!
- (Barking and snarling)
'Spot came back, all right.
'He was never quite
the same dog that I knew. '
Spot?
'When he died in the night
that second time,
'I buried him in the pet cemetery,
'where, as you saw,
his bones still lie. '
A man doesn't always know
why he does things, Louis.
I think I did it because Ellie ain't
ready for her favorite pet to die.
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?
Aagh!
(Growling)
No! Ch...
How the hell did you get in here?
(Hisses)
Out!
Argh!
Out!
(Rachel) Say bye-bye, Ellie.
Watch your step now.
- 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.
I had a dream about him.
I dreamed he got hit by a car
and you and Mr. Crandall
buried him in the pet cemetery.
- That was a silly dream, wasn't it?
- Is he really all right?
Yes.
- Hi, honey.
- You want to take your son, Doc?
- Oh...
- Hey.
(Meows)
Phew! You smell bad.
Can cats have shampoos?
You have to take them to someone
who grooms animals, it's expensive.
(Ellie) I don't care. I'll save up
my allowance and pay for it.
Church smells bad.
I'll cough up the money.
I hate that smell.
Yes. I hate it, too.
(Rachel and Gage chattering,
indistinct)
(Choking)
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.
- Rachel not feeling well?
- Just a touch of the flu.
She's in bed. She's been throwing up
ever since Missy Dandridge...
That's enough, Ellie.
Hop in.
Poor Missy. I don't know why God
takes someone like her,
who should still have
a bunch of years in front of her,
and lets an old fart like me
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.
(TV) 'Possibly more white-sided
dolphins have beached themselves
'along the Maine coast
and scientists don't know why. '
- What's up, sugar?
- Do you think Missy went to heaven?
Do you wanna 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 children.
And some think we just wink out.
Like a candle flame in the wind.
Do you believe that?
(Low growl)
No. I think we go on.
- Yeah, I have faith in that.
- You believe in it.
Give me a kiss.
(Louis)
Come here. What do you wanna 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?
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 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.
'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. '
(Zelda, laughing) Rachel!
(Zelda growling)
'She started to...
'She started to convulse
and I thought,
'oh, my God, she's choking.
Zelda's choking!
'They'll come home
and say I murdered her by choking.
'They'll say, "You hated her,
Rachel," and that was true.
'They'll say, "You wanted her to be
dead," and that was true, too.
(Sobbing) 'And then she died.
'I started to scream. I ran out of
the house, screaming, "Zelda's dead!
"'Zelda's dead!"
'The neighbors 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.
If I needed another reason to dislike
your parents, I have one now.
You should never have been left alone
with her. Where was her nurse?
They went out and left
an eight-year-old kid
in charge of her dying sister,
who was probably insane by then.
- Where are you going?
- To get you a ***.
- You know I don't take...
- Tonight you do.
(# The Ramones:
Sheena Is A Punk Rocker)
# Well, the kids are all hopped up
and ready to go
# They're ready to go now
# And they're going to
the Discotheque Au Go Go... #
(Rachel)
Look! Daddy's flying the kite!
(Ellie) Mommy, look! There it goes!
(Jud) That's it, Louis.
- Go, Daddy!
- (Jud) Higher! We want it higher!
- Louis, let Gage do it.
- Here you go, buddy.
# Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
# Sheena is a punk rocker,
Sheena is a punk rocker
# Sheena is a punk rocker now
# Sheena is... #
- You're flying it.
- There's the kite.
Gage is flying it. You got it?
- Can I fly it now?
- Let Gage finish his turn.
- We gotted it.
- We got it.
(Gage) Kite go.
(Jud) You're flying it. Go ahead.
Go ahead. Run, boy. You're flying it.
- (Rachel) Gage is flying it.
- I'm flying it.
(Jud) That kite's getting up there!
Uh-oh!
It got away from him, that numbshit!
- (Gasps)
- Ellen Creed!
Oh. I dropped it.
(Ellie) Daddy, can I fly it now?
(Louis) OK. In just a minute.
- (Rachel) I wanna fly it.
- Uh-oh!
- Daddy, it's my turn now.
- All right. Just a minute.
- Don't let him go in the road!
- Get him, Louis. Get the baby!
Get the baby!
(Rachel) Get the baby!
(Louis) Gage! Stop!
(Jud) Gage!
(Squelching)
(Crash)
No!
(Echoing) 'No!
'No! '
The sedative finally took hold.
Rachel's asleep.
I wanna go back to my own room.
I can't sleep with Mommy.
She keeps stealing the covers.
Ellie, what you got there?
Hmm? What you got there? Let me see.
Can I see?
Ohh... 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 this picture
and I'm going to sit in his chair...
Ellie...
Louis...
Take care of your little girl.
She needs you.
(Ellie sobbing)
I knew something would happen.
I told her when you got married,
"You'll have all the grief you can
stand and more. " Now, look at this.
I hope you rot in hell! Where were
you when he was playing in the road?
You stinking ***!
You killer of children!
Daddy!
Ellie!
- Stop it!
- You son of a...!
(Screaming)
(Rachel, screaming) Oh, God! No!
- (Yells)
- Louis!
- My God!
- Son of a ***! You have 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.
(Church growling)
(Fierce growling)
*** off, hairball!
(Screeches)
(Meows)
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 your son's death.
What?
Jud, you're talking crazy.
You're 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 Worid War.
His name was Timmy Baterman.
'He was killed on his way home
from the Second Worid War.
'His father Bill Baterman
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, that sometimes,
death is better.
'The person you put up there
ain't the person that comes back.
'Lt may look like that person
but it ain't that person.
'Because whatever lives in the ground
beyond the pet cemetery...
'ain't human at all. '
(Manic laughter)
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 men folks
and said it had to be stopped!
She knew it was an abomination.
So us men sat down and talked it out.
'We went over to the Baterman place
to take care of it.
'One way or the other. '
He's gotta burn!
You're wrecking the house!
Stop it! Timmy, stop it!
- The place is goin' up.
- Go away!
Get out while you still can, Bill!
- Bring out the cans!
- Wait a minute, fellas.
He's a monster, Bill!
Leave us alone! He's my son!
- Come, Timmy, let's get out!
- (Timmy) Love death! Hate living.
Come on, son!
(Timmy) Love death! Hate living!
'Louis, sometimes dead is better.
The Indians knew that.
'They stopped using that burial
ground and the ground went sour.
'Don't think about doing it.
The place gets hold of you.
'The place is evil. '
Sometimes, dead is better.
You see, Louis, what I'm getting at?
You understand?
You're telling me that place
knew Gage was going to die?
I'm saying...
that place might have made Gage die
cos 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...
- I don't want to go to Chicago.
- Why not, darling?
I had a bad dream last night.
About what?
About Daddy... and Gage...
and someone named Paxcow.
(Louis) You guys better get going,
you're gonna miss the boat.
Louis... I am sorry.
What can I say? I lost my mind.
We all lost our minds.
- You take care of your mother.
- Come with us, Daddy, please!
I'll be there in three or four days.
Please, Daddy. I'm scared.
- Everything's gonna be all right.
- Do you swear?
I swear.
Come on, Ellie. Let's go.
It's wrong.
What happened to you is wrong.
(Pascow) 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.
'And they don't have to know.
'Rachel and Ellie
don't ever have to know. '
(Ellie, crying) Mommy. Mommy!
Mommy!
Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!
(Rachel) Honey, you just had
a bad dream. That's all.
It wasn't a dream. It was Paxcow!
Paxcow says Daddy's
going to 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... dis...
I can't remember!
Listen. There are no ghosts.
There are no ghosts.
Go to sleep and forget
all this nonsense. Do you hear me?
Will you at least call
and make sure Daddy's OK?
Of course I will.
Paxcow? Why 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... dis... '
Discorporated.
I'm gonna bust you out, son.
(Phone)
(Ringing)
He's not home.
He probably went out for a hamburger
or a chicken dinner.
You know how men are
when they're alone.
(Phone)
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 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. I'm coming home.
- Rachel, no!
- 'Don't do that. '
- I have to. Goodbye.
Rachel! Rachel!
(Owl hoots)
(Police radios)
You've done it, you stupid old man.
Now you've got to undo it.
Oh, Gage.
It's going to be all right.
I swear it's going to be all right.
(Eerie creaking)
I'm coming for you, Rachel.
And this time...
I'll get you.
Gage and I...
will get you.
For letting us die!
(Cackling)
(Gasps)
(PA) 'Good evening again.
We've had a strong tailwind
'and we expect to arrive at Boston's
Logan Airport almost on time. '
Thank God.
Sorry. Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Excuse me. Excuse me!
Don't do that.
- Make it wait!
- I can't!
All right, I'll call the pilot.
(Owl hooting)
I'm not gonna stop, Gage.
I'm not gonna look down.
(Distant screeching)
(Cackling)
(Creaking and splintering)
I'm sorry. It's been very busy.
I don't have anything.
What about the Aries K -
the one with the scratch?
I do have an Aries K.
It's rather beat up,
there's a long scrape up one side.
I'll take it.
OK. Major credit card and a license.
(Eerie voice) 'Louis... '
(Screaming echoes)
See?
It's just imagination.
(Tyres squealing)
(Screams)
- Now what?
- It's trying to stop you.
Do you hear me?
It's trying to stop you!
(Thunder rumbles)
Is anyone there?
(Owl hoots)
Come back to me, Gage.
(Rumbling)
Come back to us.
(Low growling)
(Low growling)
(Horn blares)
Hey! Hey, stop!
- Hop in, babe.
- Oh, thank you.
(Growling)
(Snoring)
(Door slams)
Oh, my...
(Gage giggling)
Who's here?
(Giggling continues)
(Gage) Let's play hide-and-go-seek.
(Clattering)
Gage?
Are you the one playing games?
(Giggling)
Gage?
Come on out!
I brought you something.
(Giggling)
(Screeches)
Where did you...?
(Growling)
(Gurgling)
Aaargh!
(Jud groaning)
(Munching and squelching)
(Jud screaming)
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.
End of the line for me too.
I'm not allowed any further.
I'm sure things will be fine.
I'm not.
(Zelda) Rachel!
(Giggling)
(Screeches)
Church?
Jud?
Jud?
(Low groaning)
(Groaning continues)
Jud?
Are you up there?
(Zelda) 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!
(Cackling)
(Gage giggling)
Gage?
I brought you something, Mommy.
Gage...
I brought you something, Mommy.
Ohh... Oh, Gage! Gage!
I brought you something, Mommy.
(Squelch, Rachel screaming)
(Blood-curdling scream)
Oh!
Oh! Christ!
Gage...
- Oh, my God.
- (Gage giggling)
Gage?
(Phone)
- 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.
'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...
- 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.
(Phone)
Irwin, I can't talk to you right now!
(Gage) '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.
'Will you play, Daddy?
We had an awful good time.
'Now I want to play with you. '
What did you do?
(Giggling)
What did you do?!
(Gage giggling)
Hi, Church.
Want some grub, Church? Church...
(Growls)
(Hisses)
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.
(Church snarling)
(Whimpers)
Go on! Lie down.
Play dead!
Be dead!
(Wind whistling)
Gage?
(Clattering)
Gage?
(Eerie rumbling and growling)
Gage, what have you done?
Rachel!
(Rumbling stops)
(Gage) Scared you, didn't I?
- Gage?
- Hi, Daddy.
Now I want to play with you. (Laughs)
All right, Gage.
- Let's play.
- (Gage laughing)
(Gage laughing)
(Yells)
- (Yelling)
- (Choking)
(Laughing)
(Screams)
(Gage growling, Louis screaming)
(Gage groaning)
Daddy.
Come here.
(Growls)
- (Laughing)
- Come here.
No fair.
No fair. No fair.
I'm so 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.
(Jud) 'The soil of a man's heart
is stonier, Louis.
'A man grows what he can,
then he tends it.
'Cos what you buy is what you own.
'And what you own...
'always comes home to you. '
(Bell tolls)
(Ringing)
Darling.
(Louis screams)
# Under the arc
of a weather stain boards
# Ancient goblins and warlords
# Come out the ground,
not makin' a sound
# The smell of death is all around
# And the night
when the cold wind blows
# No one cares, nobody knows
# I don't wanna be buried
# In a pet cemetery
# I don't want to live my life again
# I don't wanna be buried
# In a pet cemetery
# I don't want to live my life again
# Follow Victor to the sacred place
# This ain't a dream, I can't escape
# Molars and fangs,
the clicking of bones
# Spirits moaning
among the tombstones
# And the night
when the moon is bright
# Someone cries,
somethin' ain't right
# I don't wanna be buried
# In a pet cemetery
# I don't want to live my life again
# I don't wanna be buried
# In a pet cemetery
# I don't want to live my life again
# The moon is full, the air is still
# All of a sudden I feel a chill
# Victor is grinning,
flesh is rotting away
# Skeletons dance, I curse this day
# And the night
when the wolves cry out
# Listen close
and you can hear me shout
# I don't wanna be buried
# In a pet cemetery
# I don't want to live my life again
# I don't wanna be buried
# In a pet cemetery
# I don't want to live my life again
# Oh, no
# Oh, no
# I don't want to live my life
# Again #
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