It

"The itsy bitsy spider

"Climbed up the water spout

"Down came the rain

"And washed the spider out

"Up came the sun

"And it dried up all the rain

"And the itsy bitsy spider

"Went up the spout again"

Come on, Laurie Ann. It's going to storm.

Hi.

Laurie Ann?

Honey? Don't scare Momma.

Excuse me. Move along.

Chief's going to have a cow when he sees you nosing around.

I won't tell him if you don't. What have you got?

There's not much left. Just like the last time.

-Did anyone see anything? -The mother said she saw--

I told you to stay out of this.

I'm just a concerned citizen, Chief.

I call six kids missing or dead a major cause for alarm.

It may be a rash of runaways. Kids get itchy feet.

Right. A five-year-old in a toy car gets itchy feet.

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

The boy's father took him. The other one...

Chief, there's something terribly wrong here in Derry. And you know it.

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

Okay?

Georgie.

May 28th.

Another killing today.

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

A picture that shouldn't... That couldn't have been there.

It's time to tell the others what's happening.

I can't put it off any longer.

But I hope I'm wrong.

I hope to God I'm wrong.

Taggert steps onto the moors as the fog curls around his ankles.

He shivers, buttons his coat, and walks on into the mist.

A shadowy figure lurches into frame, dripping with foul water and dark mud.

Yeah.

Bill, for the last time...

In a minute!

You said that half an hour ago.

-And a half an hour before that. -Okay!

-It's cold. -Sorry.

I like the changes. They're wonderful.

-I wish you'd tell that idiot, Greco. -I do. Every day.

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

In case you've forgotten, I took the job to be with you.

If someone is going to mangle my books...

...it may as well be me.

The idea of taking a vacation didn't even occur--

So I could hang around the set? That's not what I do. Writing is what I do.

At least when you're doing 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? -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, I didn't.

Bill...

...it's back.

You 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.

Please, Bill. Tell me a story.

Maybe later.

The magic stone story.

Please, Bill. Please.

Go bug somebody else, you little cootie. I don't feel so hot.

Georgie?

For me? You made it for me?

Can I go sail it?

You have to seal it first with paraffin.

-What's that? Where is it? -In the cellar.

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

Thanks, Bill.

You got cooties all over me.

Georgie.

Don't stay out too long or Mom will have a bird.

-I won't. -Georgie!

Be careful.

Sure. I will.

S. S. Georgie!

Come on!

S. S. Georgie, out of the way!

No, please, no!

Hi, Georgie.

Aren't you going to say hello?

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. Very wise indeed.

I am Pennywise, the Dancing Clown.

You are Georgie.

Now we know each other.

Correct?

I guess so.

-I've got to go. -Go?

Without this?

-My boat! -Exactly.

Go on, kiddo. Take it.

You want it, don't you, Georgie?

Of course you do.

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

And balloons, too. In all colors.

-Do they float? -Yes.

They float, Georgie.

They float.

And when you're here with me...

...you float, too.

"Fear no evil for thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

"Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies.

"Thou annointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over.

"Goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.

"I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever."

Georgie.

Billy?

-Are you all right? -What is it?

The picture. Georgie's picture.

Mom, don't you see?

-What were you doing in Georgie's room? -Nothing.

-Dad, listen! -Never come in here again. Understand?

I mean it, Bill.

I forgot.

How could I forget?

Leave? Have you lost your mind? We're in the middle of making a movie.

They can replace me. This is something I have to do.

Who was on the phone?

The call was from a guy named Mike Hanlon.

I haven't heard from him in 30 years. Not since we were kids.

-Audra. My brother, who died... -Yes, George.

He didn't just die.

He was murdered.

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

Because I forgot. As if it never happened.

I know it doesn't make sense, but I have to go.

For God's sake, why?

Because we made a promise.

-Why are you stuttering? -I used to stutter when I was a kid.

What happened? Tell me.

Damn it, Bill, talk to me! Let me help.

-If you're going back, I'm going too. -Don't even think that!

-Why not? You're scaring me. -Promise me you'll stay here.

-Promise me! -You're crazy.

This is crazy.

I love you.

Oh no, Ben.

Your architect award. And you just received it. It's a tragedy.

Yeah, honey. We've got ourselves a real tragedy here.

This is an American tragedy.

Look at this. Would you hang on to this?

I got this and this.

Here you are, my good man. Recycle.

Come on.

Go on, honey.

Limbo! How low can you go?

You don't have to be quiet.

-Is all this yours? -Yes. Come on in.

Let me see what I can do with this.

Come here, beautiful. Come on.

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

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

Not just fat, a regular 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.

It's payback time, piggy.

Hey, fat boy!

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 going to kill yourself?

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

My name is Ben Hanscom.