The Overlook's a funny place.
Probably not the best place for a kid that's got the shining.
-But you say your dad needs a job. -He does. He really does.
Just keep a good head on your shoulders.
What that means mostly is remembering. . .
. . .that anything you might see here can't hurt you.
-Do you get that? -Like pictures in a book?
That's right. People with the shining see things like pictures in a book.
And sometimes book pictures can be scary.
My dad has a book with Bluebeard in it.
And it had a picture in it of a man with a lady's cut-off head.
My mom was mad at my dad for reading it to me.
I mean, the story was okay. I liked it.
But the picture gave me nightmares.
-But it was just a picture, right? -Just a picture.
Should you see something scary like that here, Doc. . .
. . .just look the other way and count to 1 0.
And when you look back, it'll be gone. Do you get it?
-Look the other way and count to 1 0. -Good.
Oh, there's a hell of a view here.
Just look at that. Dining room seats 200.
Used to seat almost twice that when Horace Derwent ran the place.
-He was this rich fella-- -I know who he was.
I hope you brought your own drinks.
The employees had the end-of-the-season party last night.
I don't drink.
Well, maybe that's just as well.
-That's it. Let's go find the buckaroo. -Right.
Listen, son. If there is trouble. . .
. . .just give a big loud holler like the one that broke my taillight out.
I might even hear you down in Florida. And if I do, I'll come on the run.
-Really? -It's a promise.
Sarah Hallorann's little boy Dick always keeps a promise.
Come on, let's go inside and see how your folks are making out.
Okay.
Gotta get moving.
Rawlins ain't getting any closer while I'm standing here.
Jack, take care, buddy. Watch that boiler. Dump it every night.
-I will. -Danny, hang in there.
You're gonna be a buckaroo come springtime.
Miss, good luck to you.
Dick, try to be nice to them old folks down there in St. Pete.
You're gonna be one of them.
I showed them the kitchen. Show them the rest.
This place makes my arthritis worse. Especially this time of the year.
-Pete, see you May 1 5. -You got a date.
All right.
Hey, maybe Ullman will die this winter.
Maybe he won't. But it's happy thoughts that keep us young.
-That's what my mama said. -You know it. I'll be a pallbearer.
-He's got a case on that boiler. -He sure does.
You wanna see more? I ain't got long if I wanna get to Denver before dark.
-It'd be my pleasure. -I'd love it.
-Yeah, we'd all love it. -All right. Come on.
Danny? What did you and Mr. Hallorann talk about?
Nothing, honey. Just stuff.
Excuse me just a minute. Got a little business to attend to.
-Can I borrow that for a second? -You're the writer.
Wonderful things the two of you are teaching my son.
-Respect for authority. -Credit where credit is due.
Come on. It's time for your first trip on Overlook's main elevator.
Installed back in 1 926.
Just look the other way and count to 10.
And when you look back, he'll be gone.
Danny, coming?
Don't worry, Doc. Safe as houses.
Isn't that what they said about the Titanic?
It's okay. This baby's made thousands of trips.
Yeah, but there's always that last one.
Laugh if you want. I'm sure this elevator's safe. . .
. . .but this is the last time we're all in it at the same time.
If it stops with us in it this winter. . . .
-Wendy, that is just. . . . -Sensible.
Never take a chance up here, Jack.
Not in the Overlook.
Third floor. All out for the presidential suite.
What's so sweet about it?
Four presidents have stayed here.
Wilson, Harding, FDR and Nixon.
Even Ullman don't brag too much on Nixon.
Danny, you all right?
-Don't think it'll bite, do you? -Of course not.
In my opinion, this is the best view of the Rockies the hotel's got.
Maybe the best view of the Rockies anybody's got.
-I guess. -It's gorgeous.
Pretty plush pad, huh?
Don 't. Please, man, don 't.
-Ullman talked about the roof. -Yeah. He wants me to reshingle it.
He'll get all the "for free" out of you he can.
How about this?
Give me the ax.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
I thought for a second we lost you there, Doc.
No, Daddy, I'm right here.
Look at that.
Second floor. The elevator is the easiest way to the service area.
We'll take the stairs back down.
-That's a relief. -I thought you'd like that.
You know, the guest rooms are off-limits, Doc. All the guest rooms.
Mr. Ullman made that perfectly clear.
I won't go in the rooms, Dick. Or the suite places either.
Good. Well, come on back downstairs, folks.
I'll show you your caretaker's apartment.
It ain't the presidential suite, but it ain't bad either.
-And now you're home. -It's great, huh?
It's like the cabin in Michigan we used to have when I was little.
Summers were okay. . .
. . .but in the winter when the snow came, it was magic.
-So great, huh? -Very great indeed.
I can write in here. Just move in a small desk.
-No windows. -No distractions.
Come on this way.
-The master bedroom, madame. -Excellent, Jeeves.
Ah, big bed. Plenty of room for movement.
Jack.
Where's Danny?
Danny?
-Doc, where are you? -In here.
Dad, Mom, look. Bunk beds. I'm gonna sleep on the top, okay?
-It's okay by me, champ. Wendy? -It's okay by me. Very okay.
-This is so cool. -It is. Thank you, Dick.
My pleasure, Wendy. You're good people.
With God's help, you'll have a good winter.
And I gotta go. You wanna see me off, Danny?
Sure.
I'll take good care of your kitchen.
I know you will. Enjoy that turkey. The capon too.
We will.
They're like pictures in a book. They can 't hurt you.
All right.
Call me if you need me. A big loud shout.
I will.
Win a world, Danny.
-Okay. Bye, Dick. -Bye.
Keep them safe, Lord. That little boy most of all. Please.
Oh, my God.
Wendy!
She went to town.
Go on. Get a life.
You guys. You'll like this.
I guess you'll take your medicine now, my nasty little friends.
I guess you will.
-Daddy! Look what Mommy bought me. -What?
It's a funny car model.
Mommy says you'll help me put it together. . .
. . .after I finish my first reader.
She says you're good at stuff like--
Hey, neat! ls it a bees' nest?
Nope. Wasps.
-How'd you do? -Better.
The truck stalled twice, but nobody honked at me. Got two more bags.
You wouldn't think, with the stuff Hallorann left us. . . .
But no fresh vegetables.
Once the snow falls, we're not gonna do too much shopping.
Danny! Danny, don't!
It's okay. It's okay. I killed them all with a bug bomb.
I, on the other hand, sustained several hits.
Oh, my God, look at that. It's swollen. You should see a doctor.
I'm fine. I'm not allergic. Just hurts.
What do you say, Doc? It's yours if you want it.
Of course I want it. Can I keep it in my room, Mom?
-Do you think that's--? -It's fine. They're dead, guaranteed.
It is the ugliest thing. Of course, my son wants it in his room.
Go on, Doc, be my guest.
You should've seen it. It was under those rotted shingles.
Hey, Wendy.
Are you happy? Tell me the truth.
This is the happiest I've been. . .
. . .since Danny was born.
I'm glad.
I got it. I got it.
It is beautiful.
Oh, yeah, 73 degrees today. The snow's still gonna come.
As hard as that is to believe.
So you're happy, huh? Kid's happy, you think?
You have the long conversations with him.
They're about what he wants to be. . .
. . .or who'd win in a fight between Spider-Man and Batman.
About the Overlook he's totally quiet.
Maybe there's nothing wrong.
-He hasn't had any of those-- -Fits.
Don't say that. They're not fits.
All right, I'm sorry. You're right. Fugues, how's that? Fugues.
Look, whatever they were, fits, fugues or trances. . .
. . .he had most of them when things were not going well.
And they're better now. They're better now.
Yeah, they are.
You sure that ugly thing you gave him is really safe?
It's a wasp nest. It's safe as safe can be.
Okay?
"The little puppy was sad.
'Why does no one like me?' he wondered.
'Why won't anyone give me a home?' But he was not dis. . . . "
Discouraged.
"'Somewhere there will be a home for me,' thought the little puppy.
'Somewhere I will find people who will feed me and pet me.
They will ne. . . .' "
They will never.
Don't tell me, Mom. Don't always tell me. I can get it, I can.
I'm sorry. I know you can.
You are doing so fantastic, but it's bedtime.
-A couple more pages, please? -No, Doc, no.
Because. . . . I need the rest, okay? So go on now, brush.
-First I need to kiss Daddy. -Okay, go kiss Daddy.
Daddy?
-Hey, Doc. -I have to go to bed now.
Come here. Kiss. Come on, give me a kiss.
You better brush your teeth. I smell chocolate milk on your breath.
-That's where I'm going now. -Good.
How's your play?
The play is good. Play's excellent. How was reading with Mommy?
Good, but she never gives me time to sound out the words.
-I'll talk to her about that. -Good. She really needs it.
Okay. Beat it.
Danny, we have to talk.
-Go lock the door first. -Why?
Danny, just do it, quick!
He is picking up new words so quickly, it is spooky.
He says you don't give him enough time to sound them out.
He's right. I just. . . . I hate to see him struggle.
He thinks someone's gonna shoot him if he screws up.
He's so smart.
But, you know, he's too hard on himself.
I wonder why he needs to learn to read so badly?
I don't know.
You didn't fall asleep, did you, Danny?
Danny?
Open the door. It is late and I'm too tired to be playing games.
Danny!
I can't even hear myself think, let alone write.
He won't open the door.
Danny, open up, now!
If I have to break this lock, you're going to bed with a hot butt.
I think he's having one of his attacks. Jack, open the door.
Danny? Wake up, son.
Look at his eyes, Jack. Baby, come back.
Good shot! Great party, isn't it?
Good shot! Now, give me the ax.
-What is wrong with you? -Wake up. Wake up. Now!
-Where's Tony? Tony was here. -There's no Tony. We talked about that.
-He was! He was in the mirror. -You were having a fainting spell.
-He was! -Listen to him, Jack.
Daddy, Tony was here. He was!
There is no Tony except for your stuffed dog!
There's no imaginary pal who shows you the future! Stop with that crap!
Jack, you keep your hands off of him!
What are you doing?
What the hell do you think you're doing?
Am I bad, Daddy? Like when I messed up your papers?
No, Danny. I'm not mad at you. Not a bit.
I just got scared because I thought. . . .
You know what, I don't know what I thought. Why'd you lock the door?
Tony told me to. I know you don't believe in him, but--
Sometimes I do believe in him.
And sometimes I sound mad because he scares me.
Sometimes he scares me too.
So why did Tony tell you to lock the door?
I don't know. I can't remember.
Okay. All right.
Sweet dreams. Sweet repose.
Twelve of that, doors are closed.
Good night, baby.
Sleep tight, okay?
Good night, my boy.
You're not really mad at me, are you?
No, Danny. No.
Not a bit?
Not a bit. I love you, Doc.
You'd never hurt Mommy or me, would you, Daddy?
No, of course not.
Because you're different now.
Yeah, that's right.
You have your meetings now.
Yeah. I got one down at Sidewinder. . .
. . .and on the CB.
I think Tony told me about a game.
Oh, yes? What sort of game?
Denver croquet.
It's like regular croquet, except it's bigger.
Yeah. That's right.
Tony said the mallets are dangerous. That I should stay away from them.
That. . . .
Who was it that told you about Denver croquet?
It was Dick Hallorann, wasn't it?
Danny?
Are you asleep?
You didn't leave it in Boulder, Daddy.
It's in your wallet. It's been in your wallet all the time.
Behind your driver's license.
Is he asleep?
What are you doing?
I'm looking for something.
Look.
We took this when Danny was 6 months old, remember?
-Yeah. I thought you lost it. -Yeah, me too.
But it was behind my driver's license all along.
And Danny knew.
If it happens again, we have to take him to a doctor here.
There's one in Sidewinder that's supposed to be good.
He's not a pediatrician.
He's a G.P., but the lady at the market said kids love him.
If it happens again, you two go to your mother's. I know how you feel about her.
You have no idea how I feel about her.
There's nowhere else. There's nowhere else!
I didn't mean to shake him.
And I sure didn't mean to shout. I was scared.
You know? Scared.
You know what scares me?
Your anger. It's like having a live wire in the house.
I don't want this to be an angry place, Jack.
We've had enough of those in the family, God knows.
I don't mean just since we got married.
With your father and my mother.
I'm sorry.
How many ways can I say it?
I was scared too, Jack, you know?
I love you.
Do you?
Yeah.
I love you too.
What is it now?
Mommy! Get them off!
-You said it was safe, Jack! -Let's just get him out of here.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Does it hurt bad?
You said the wasps were dead!
I know I did. Stay here with Mommy. I'll be right back.
How do you like that, you little bastards?
Sting me.
Why don't you sting me now?
My God.
-How are you? -Stung. That's how we are.
-Hold your arm out, Doc. -What are you gonna do, Daddy?
Putting a hurt on those people that made the bug bomb.
-Okay, your turn. -What do you think?
I think $5000 a sting should do it, don't you think?
I followed the directions on that label, I swear.
I carried that damned nest under my shirt.
And Danny was carrying it around. Dan?
He must have only been stunned.
Danny.
-Why do I have to screw up everything? -Oh, Jack, you don't.
The bug bomb must have been defective.
Had to have been. There's no other explanation.
Would you get rid of the nest? I don't want it here.
Right now.
Tomorrow I want to make an appointment with that doctor to see Danny.
First thing.
Oh, my God.
Freeze, you bastards.
What was that?
Something fell, that's all, probably in the kitchen.
I went in there for something for that nest.
-Are you sure that's all it was? -Sure as can be.
That's what you said about the nest too.
Don't worry. Everything's gonna be fine, I swear to you.
From your lips to God's ear, Jack.
Good shot!