It

The itsy-bitsy spider

Climbed up the waterspout

Down came the rain...

... and washed the spider out

Out came the sun And dried up all the rain

And the itsy-bitsy spider

Climbed up the spout again

Come on, Laurie Ann! It's gonna storm!

Hi.

Laurie Ann!

Honey?

Don't scare Mama, now.

Excuse me. Move along.

Chief will have a cow if he sees you, Mike.

- Don't tell him. What you got? - Not much left, just like last time.

- Anybody see anything? - The mother...

- I told you to stay out of this. - I'm just concerned, chief.

Six kids missing or dead is cause for alarm.

Maybe a rash of runaways.

What? A 7-year-old goes to Acapulco for a wild weekend?

The boy's father took him.

There's something wrong here in Derry, and you know it.

Hey. I'm the cop. You're the librarian.

Okay?

Georgie.

May 28th. Another killing today.

But this time there was something that makes my skin crawl...

... a picture that shouldn 't... couldn 't have been there.

It's time to tell the others. I can 't put it off any longer...

... but I hope I'm wrong.

Oh, I hope to God I'm wrong.

"Taggert steps onto the moors. He shivers and walks on...

... disappearing into the mist. Afigure appears...

... dripping with foul water and dark, oozing mud. "

Yeah.

Bill, for the last time... - In a minute!

That's what you said an hour ago.

Okay!

Okay.

- It's cold. - Sorry.

- The changes are wonderful, Bill. - Tell that idiot, Greco.

I do. Every day.

You didn't have to take this job. We don't need the money.

I took the job to be with you.

If they're gonna hire somebody, it should be me.

The idea of a vacation didn't even occur...

To hang around with actors? I don't do that. I write.

At least when you do a novel, you're in a good mood.

Audra. Could we...?

I'm asleep, unless it's Greco.

Greco.

Greco.

- Yeah? Bill, is that you?

- Sorry, fella, do I know you? - This is Mike Hanlon, from Derry.

Swear to me.

Swear to me that if It isn't dead...

...we'll all come back.

- Sorry, Mike, for a minute there... - You didn 't know who I was.

For a minute there, I didn't.

Bill...

... It's back.

You're s-s-sure?

Yeah. I found a photograph...

... of George.

George.

What is it? Who was on the phone?

Nobody.

Wrong number.

Bill?

I have to go back to work.

Bill!

Georgie.

[BEETHOVEN'S FÜR ELISE PLAYS]

Please, Bill, tell me a story.

- M-Maybe later. - The Magic Stone story.

Please, Bill. Please?

Go b-bug somebody else, I don't feel so hot.

G-Georgie.

For me?

You made it for me?

Can I go sail it?

W-Well, you have to s-s-seal it first...

...with p-p-p-paraffin.

- What's that? Where is it? - It's in the c-c-cellar.

I wish you could come too. She's your boat, really.

Thanks, Bill.

Yuck! You got c-cooties all over me.

G-Georgie. D-Don't stay out too long, or Mom will have a bird.

I won't.

G-Georgie.

B-Be careful.

Sure. Sure I will.

SS Georgie! Beep, beep!

Come on. Come on! Beep, beep!

Beep, beep! SS Georgie, on the way.

No, please!

Hi, Georgie!

Aren't you gonna say hello?

Oh, come on, bucko.

Don't you want a balloon?

I'm not supposed to take stuff from strangers. My dad said so.

Very wise of your dad, Georgie. Very wise indeed.

I, Georgie, am Pennywise, the Dancing Clown.

You are Georgie.

So now we know each other. Correct?

- I guess so. I gotta go. - Go?

Without this?

- My boat! - Exactly!

Go on, kiddo...

...take it.

Oh. You want it, don't you, Georgie? Of course you do.

There's cotton candy, rides and all sorts of surprises down here.

And balloons too, all colors.

- Do they float? - Oh, yes.

They float, Georgie.

They float.

And when you're down here with me...

...you float too!

Fear no evil for thou art with me. Thy rod and staff comfort me.

Preparest my table before my enemies. Thou anointest my head with oil.

My cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all my life.

I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

Oh, Georgie.

No.

Billy! Are you all right?

- What's wrong, son? What is it? - The picture...

...Georgie's picture.

Mom, don't you see?

What were you doing in Georgie's room?

Nothing. Dad, listen...

I don't want you coming in here.

Do you understand?

- Dad... - I mean it, Bill.

I forgot.

How could I forget?

Leave? Have you lost your mind?

- We're making a movie. - They can replace me.

This is something I have to do.

Who was that on the phone?

The call was from Mike Hanlon.

I haven't heard from him in 30 years.

Audra, my brother who died...?

George.

He didn't just die.

He was...

...murdered.

- Why didn't you...? - Tell you?

Because I forgot. Because I forgot.

Almost as if it never happened. I have to go.

- For God's sake, why? - Because we made a p-promise.

- Why are you stuttering? - I don't know. I did as a kid.

What happened? Tell me.

Damn it, talk to me. Let me help.

- I'm going too. - Don't even think that.

- You're scaring me. - Promise me you'll stay!

- Promise me! - You're crazy. This is crazy!

- Pro... - It's just crazy.

I love you.

- Oops. - Oh, no, Ben!

Your architect award! You just received it. It's a tragedy!

Yeah, we got a real tragedy here. This is an American tragedy.

Look at this. Hang on to this.

I got this, and this, all right.

- Okay. - Come on.

Here you are, my good man. Recycle.

Here, wait a minute. I got my magic opener.

Come on, honey.

Limbo! How low can you go?

- You don't have to be quiet. - Is all this yours?

Uh-huh. Come in. Let me see what I can do with this.

CYNDl: It's so nice.

Come here, beautiful. Come on.

God, look at you!

- I love your body. - I like yours too.

- I used to be fat. - I bet you were real cute.

Not just fat, but a butterball. You bet your fern I was.

We used to say that as kids, "You bet your fern." But I was f-a-t.

- No. - Yeah.

I hear bells.

I'll be right back.

- Hello. Haystack, it's me, Mike.

You're dead, fat boy.

It's payback time, piggy.

You're gonna die, fat boy.

Hey, fat boy!

Ben? Ben, are you there?

- Mike? - Yeah, buddy. Listen.

It's come back.

How much do you remember?

How much do you remember?

Very little. Almost nothing.

Will you come?

I'll come.

Are you okay?

I don't think I am, sweetheart. Not tonight. Not at all.

Are you gonna kill yourself?

I don't think so. Though it might be better if I did.

My name is Ben Hanscom.

Until last week, I lived with my mom in Houston.

- We moved here to live with my cousins. - Look at that gut.