Castle Rock

Shall we? - To the Laughing Place.

To the Laughing Place.

You're North Dakota.

Your plate's North Dakota.

One of the only suckers we haven't got.

"Plate from every state".

It's a little game my boy and I play in the car.

You gotta pass the time.

Oh, surely do, but...

oh, goodness, I hate to even ask you this.

What was that?

It's just, my girl and I...

We're taking a little break from the internet.

We've had some trouble online.

- Harassment. - Oh, no.

Would you terribly mind

deleting those pics you just snapped?

Of course, ma'am.

Apologies.

Appreciate you.

Mom!

- Joy!

Let's go with a gas leak.

No arson. Too much paperwork.

Place wasn't worth that much to begin with.

Hey.

Hi.

Hi, hi.

- - Hi.

And what do we get in return?

A slap in the face.

Somalis took what they needed

when they needed it, and now that they're dug in,

guess what, we don't even get a "thank you".

We sure as hell don't get a return on our investment.

If they put a prayer room in that new mall, folks,

guess what...

They're smart, these folks, and we've been stupid.

And now they're taking it all.

Not just our business either. Our land.

They've been sweeping up old buildings

- and property all around Salem's Lot for years. -

Grounds we've learned fell over decades

'cause of one old ghost story or another.

... 400th anniversary.

- Hey. Go ahead. - Tie me that. Give it up.

Here is your money, all right?

Where's your weekly? - Here you go.

You, give it up.

Pay up. Here.

- Let's go. - Rent.

- -

- The fuck's this? - This is my two weeks' notice.

I'll be closing down. I'm moving to Abdi's new mall.

You, too, you piece of shit?

Keep the money.

Please, Ace, I pay what I owe.

Oh, no, Naji.

Please, keep it.

You're not going anywhere.

Is that that piece of shit?

Get the fuck out of my way.

Touch me again, you fucking rake!

- Touch me again! You need to step back.

Abdi, get the fuck out here!

You fucking prick.

Hey.

Looking to rent a stall?

Get of your own shitty mall?

We can help you with that.

We have friends and family rate.

You're not my fucking family,

and you never were, you adopted piece of shit.

- Hey, hey, hey. - Back up. Back up.

It's just business, right? That's what Pop taught me.

You know why you got this land?

'Cause no one else fucking wants it.

Haunted, right?

Ghosts of the white people who used to live here?

Who were those?

The witches or the slave owners?

Stop poaching my tenants. - Hey, hey, hey.

Go back to your fucking car.