Tommy.
Come on, boy.
Come and get it.
Hey!. There he is.
Turn it down, you fuck!
Heīll hear us.
Come on. Letīs finish this thing once and for all.
Yeah!
Go!
All right, man!
Weīre cominī to get you, Tommy.
Run! Run!
Come out, come out, wherever you are!
Weīre gonna send you back to hell, freak!
We got him!
Batter up!
Thatīs a single!
Thatīs a double!
Thatīs a triple, man! Come on! Come on!
Home run!
String him up! String him up!
Come here!
All right. String him up.
All right. Let him go.
Oh, boy, you are a swinger!
You are! Come here!
Come here.
Oh, boys, we caught ourselves a big one!
Hoist him up! Come on, higher!
Higher!
Well, well, well, boy!
Looks like we got ourselves a big one, didnīt we?.
And heīs pretty too, isnīt he?.
Isnīt he?.
Heīs beautiful!
All right!
Okay, boys, time to send this freak...
back to hell!
Do it! Do it!
Drop him!
Dirty job,
but someone had to do it.
You know, all I ever wanted to do when I was growing up
was to get away from this town.
If you told me 20 years ago that līd give up the fifth precinct
in New York City for the old Ferren Woods sheriffs office--
- Howīs that uniform fit?. - Like a glove.
And as for this, līm damned happy to say,
that with the exception of some target practice,
I wonīt be using it much.
There.
Now, how about that, huh?.
Oh, Sheriff.
Listen! You hear it?.
What?.
Silence.
Beautiful, peaceful silence.
Thereīs no traffic, no pollution, no gangs.
Yeah. Youīre right.
But...
What?.
Iīm just not sure we made the right decision moving here.
Jennyīs fine, Beth.
Yeah, what about you?.
All thatīs behind us now, huh?.
This is our new home.
This is where we make our life together.
You know, I donīt think our daughter quite sees it that way.
Could you please just talk to her?.
Our daughter and I donīt talk. We debate, remember?.
Jenny will be okay.
Just keep an eye on her.
Make sure she stays clear of the trouble
she ran into in the city, thatīs all.
Hey, man. Letīs spark that joint.
Light my fire.
Hey! You guys knock it off back there. Youīre gonna stink up the upholstery.
Hey.
Isnīt that the new girl?.
Yeah, sheīs kinda cute.
Itīs Jenny Braddock. Her dadīs the new sheriff.
Big fuckinī deal.
Hey, Jenny. Itīs Marcie.
Remember me from trade class?.
Yeah. Hi, Marcie.
Jenny Braddock, līm Danny.
Danny Dixon.
Let me guess.
You guys are the local badasses, right?.
Thatīs right.
Well, no offense, but līve seen a lot badder.
New York City girl.
I like your style, Braddock.
I really truly do.
My nameīs Jenny.
My fatherīs nameīs Braddock.
Okay, Jenny.
Can I offer you a ride?.
I donīt know if youīve noticed, but the schoolīs right over there.
Who says weīre goinī to school?.
Yeah, okay. Iīll ride with you guys.
All right, letīs do it.
Come on. Youīre my new girl.
- līm Peter. - Hi.
- Letīs roll. - Yeah, yeah, hell, yeah.
You got my huntinī license ready?.
Yeah. Right here.
Itīs ten dollars, please.
Donīt seem fair, the price of huntinī goinī up this year.
Sheriff Longbow never raised prices.
Costs go up, Slick. Sheriff Braddockīs got nothing to do with that.
I liked it better before.
And donīt call me Slick.
I didnīt like it in high school and I still donīt like it.
Nameīs Ernst.
Would you believe old Slick and l
weīre the same age.
Used to be best friends when we were kids.
What a loser.
Looks like this is gonna be a good huntinī season, Sheriff.
I wish I could take credit for that, Judge.
You know, I had a feeling a local fellow like you
was gonna be the right man for this job.
You just seem like a man that...
wants to make things work.
See you, Sheriff.
Yeah.
Oh, by the way, your physicalīs scheduled for noon.
Okay, here we go.
Now...
donīt worry, Sheriff.
Dr. Pettibone comes from a long line of doctors.
Except most of them studied their medicine
with roots and blackbird beaks in swamps.
Blackbird beaks, eh?.
- This is cold. - Okay.
My grandma be the top sorcičre in the whole of the Achala Falaya. Breathe.
Whatīs a sorcičre?.
Witch doctor.
Those are some of her patients who didnīt pay.
Knock, knock.
Sheriff, Delilah, the mayorīs ready anytime you are.
Send him in.
Right this way.
Sheriff.
- Mayor. - Maīam.
- Hello, Mayor. - Well, itīs good to see you.
Well, now, I ainīt got time for greetings. Marie, you got my guitar?.
Sure do. Here you go, Mayor.
Did you cure it?.
Well, itīs tuned.
Thank you kindly, darlinī.
Well, I gotta bail.
Playinī a little gig tonight and līm runninī late.
By the way, howīs everybody treatinī you?.
Just fine.
Still the same little town I remember.
Be careful, Sheriff.
It ainīt New York, but it ainīt that little.
If I were you, līd watch where youīre goinī.
Same with that pretty little girl of yours.
Iīd hate to see her wind up with the wrong crowd.
Afternoon, Delilah.
Good afternoon, Mayor.
So what is this place anyway?.
Itīs an old iron mine. They say itīs bottomless.
Some miners disappeared down there in the ī50s.
They never found the bodies.
Some say they fell straight to hell.
You can still hear them screaming on a full moon.
Donīt listen to her. Sheīs a sucker for all that supernatural bullshit.
- Hand me the hook. - Here you go, Danny boy.
Hey, city girl.
I swing across, you give me a kiss?.
No way.
I just may fall.
How about if I close my eyes?.
Do it, man.
So whereīs that kiss?.
Hey! Somebody coming.
Shit, itīs my dad.
So I guess school let out early today, huh?.
Daniel Dixon, sir.
Welcome to Ferren Woods.
Judge Dixonīs boy?.
Yes, sir.
Well, then you should know more than anybody
that these īīNo Trespassingīī signs up here have a purpose.
Absolutely, sir.
Well, letīs say we pack up our gear
and get our little asses out of here, huh?.
That sound like a plan?.
Yeah.
Come on, Jenny. Iīll drive you home.
Dad!
No. Heīs right, Jen.
Bye, Jenny.
Hey, shut up!
It was nice to meet you all.
No. The pleasureīs all mine.
First you tell me to make friends and then you tell me you donīt like the friends I make?.
I give up.
Those kids are trouble, Jen.
Youīre a bright girl. You can see that, canīt you?.
Yeah, I can see a lot of things.
And whatīs that supposed to mean?.
Nothing. Just forget it.
Canīt we do better than this?.
Your motherīs very concerned.
Are you gonna break her heart like you did back east?.
Thatīs me. Little olī heartbreaker.
I want you to promise me that youīre not gonna hang out with those kids anymore.
Jenny, you hear me?.
Yes, sir.
So whatīd you tell your dad?.
I didnīt.
You told your mother?.
- Hey, Danny boy. - Yeah?.
Letīs show the new girl some real fun.
- All right, cow tipping! - Shut up!
- Here we go. You want to check it out, Pete?. - Go for it!
- Go for it again. - Here we go!
Knock it off! Turn the lights back on!
Here we go.
Oh, shit!
Shit!
Letīs get out of the car!
- Where is she?. - You hit her, man!
She came out of fuckinī nowhere!
- I saw her fall right here. - Where the fuck is she?.
Does anybody know who she is?.
Sheīs nobody.
Look, sheīs just some crazy lady
that lives in Ferren Hollow, all right?.
Some folks say sheīs a witch.
Jesus! Look at my fucking car!
This doesnīt make any sense. Where the hell did she go?.
Who cares?. She walked away, sheīs fine.
Wait a second. We donīt know that, man.
- Does anybody know where she lives?. - Look, Jen--
No, you look! A hit-and-run is serious shit.
Now, where does she live, Danny?.
I know.
All right! All right!
- Come on. - Come on!
Check it out.
Shit. What the fuck is this?. Pet Cemetery?.
- Ow! - Be careful.
God, it looks like somethingīs buried out here.
- This is a lot of fun. - The cabinīs this way.
- Letīs go! - Guys?. Guys?.
I havenīt been here since I was a kid.
- Just be careful. - Yeah, watch it.
Damn.
This place looks like a garbage dump.
Itīs a cabin, stupid!
Come on up.
Guys, this is kinda weird. Can we go home?.
- Would you shut up, Paulie?. - Hello?.
Hello?.
Miss Osie?.
Hey, witchie, you got visitors.
Look at all this stuff.
Guys, letīs go.
Sheīs not here so we can leave.
Itīs still warm.
Sure. In case she needs it to cook up her sacrifices.
Young girls burn best.
You guys, cut it out.
This shitīs gross.
Hey, guys, check it out.
What is it?.
I donīt know.
Ask Marcie. She knows all about this witch shit.
Donīt ask me.
This stuff is way beyond Ouija boards.
Doesnīt this look like that grave I tripped over?.
Yeah. Yeah, it does.
This looks like a page from the Book of Shadows.
What?.
Itīs like a spell book.
Let me see that.
Wait.
Guys, this is a spell to bring back the dead.
Is that blood?.
Supposedly blood of the damned.
Thatīs disgusting.
This is great.
Weīve got a spell to bring back the dead.
- We got some cursed blood. - What are you talking about?.
What līm talking about is some real danger, man.
Some real excitement.
Whatever that old witch has got buried out there,
she wants to bring back to life.
Letīs help her out.
Yeah, Paulie.
You guys, this is serious shit.
Danny, I wouldnīt fuck with it if I were you.
Neither would l. Letīs go.
What do you think, Jenny?. You game?.
Look, we came here to check on the old woman.
A little danger never hurt anyone, right?.
Look, we knocked when we first came in.
Leave here.
Now.
I think sheīs blind.
These eyes can see more than you know, boy.
We were just worried that you might be hurt.
You know, the accident.
We didnīt see you.
Weīre really sorry.
Letīs go. Come on.
Leave it here.
Itīs very dangerous, boy.
Donīt walk with it.
What?.
You donīt know the evil you are conjuring, boy.
Give it to me!
- Letīs get out of here. - Come on! Letīs go!
Come on, guys!
You...will...die.
You...all...will...die.
Miss Osie curses every one of you
to the vengeance of Pumpkinhead.
- Come on. - Damn.
- This is getting out of hand. - Can we just go home?.
- Letīs go home. - Youīre the one who wanted to stay.
Donīt be a wimp, Paulie. Here it is.
Letīs do this.
Danny, are you sure?.
Thereīs no turning back, now.
Pay dirt.
Hey, help me down.
Come on.
Okay.
Take this right here.
Here we go, man.
What the fuck is that?.
It smells.
Oh, Danny, this is really sick.
Pour the blood, Marcie.
- līm pouring the blood. - līll read the words.
īīDeath by anger
seared with pain.īī
Look, I donīt need thrills this badly, guys.
Iīm out of here.
īīSoul who wanders
what is thy name?"ī
īīEntreat thy lord from far below.
Breathe life anew...īī
īī... into thy soul.īī
Shut up!
Oh! Help me!
- Help! Help! - Guys!
This shit looks like itīs a dud.
Thank God. Iīm out of here.
Looks like old witchie wasnīt a witch after all.
Fire! Guys!
Guys, the old ladyīs house is on fire!
Sheīs still in there!
- Guys, here! - Oh, my God.
- Howīd this thing start?. - Whereīs the old witch?.
She probably already got out. Letīs get out of here.
- No! - We gotta get out of here!
We gotta go now! Letīs go!
You guys, we canīt go!
Come on! Go!
- Close the road off next to the mill, okay?. - Right.
Sheriff.
Hey, Marie. Howīs the old woman?.
Doesnīt look good. Weīve got her at the local clinic and itīs just a matter of time.
Fires like this-- accidents happen.
Maybe it wasnīt an accident.
This is an outside windowsill.
These marks are all over the place.
From the looks of them, something was trying to claw its way in.
Iīm just not sure whether it was trying to help her or to kill her.
- Take it to the lab and give it to Delilah. - Sure.
- Thanks, Marie. - You got it.
Look, līm sorry, Jenny.
We were just havinī some fun.
Danny, sheīs in the hospital.
You saw that fire.
Thereīs nothing we could have done.
Letīs just drop it, all right?.
- But, Danny-- - But, what?.
That old woman--
Hey, look!
Everybodyīs gonna keep their mouth shut.
And nobodyīs gonna get wise.
You got it?.
Just chill, all right?.
- Whatever. - Shit.
It must have been an accident.
You didnīt say anything to your old man, did you?.
No.
You know līd never hurt anyone, donīt you?.
Whatīs with the gun, Ernst?.
Free country, ainīt it?.
I come here to get my money back for this here huntinī license.
Is there a problem?.
Ainīt nothinī no law can handle.
īCause now that that old witch is riled up,
you ainīt gonna get me in that hollow.
Iīm afraid I donīt follow you.
Them damned kids donīt know what they done messed with.
But when they messed with old Miss Osie,
they done messed with Satan hisself.
There were kids up there?.
I was out walkinī in the woods.
I seen this red car-- a convertible.
Fast kids rumblinī by.
You gonna give me my money back or not?.
Yeah.
I donīt want any unhappy hunters out there.
I ainīt no hunter no more.
Iīm the hunted.
īCause itīs back.
And ainīt none of us safe till he gets what he come for.
Wait, wait, wait.
Just what are you talkinī about?.
Why donīt you ask the judge or the mayor?.
They the smart ones.
Iīm just a dumb old farmer, right?.
Oh, shit.
Afternoon, Sheriff Braddock.
Nice car.
Thanks. Judge is inside. You can go ahead on in.
Actually I dropped by to talk to you.
- Really?. - Yeah.
You probably heard about that fire last night?.
Yeah.
I sure am sorry to hear about that old woman. She gonna pull through?.
Weīll just have to wait and see.
You donīt know anybody who might have been up there, do you?.
I sure donīt, Sheriff.
Some dent.
Howīd it happen?.
I hit a dog.
Aha.
Big dog.
Problem here, Sean?.
- Hey. - I was just tellinī Sheriff Braddock here
how I was home all night studyinī.
You know, last night.
Yes.
Studying.
Yes, the boyīs quite a student.
I bet he is.
Sharp car, too.
Not another one like it within 50 miles.
Somehow I figured that.
- Judge. - Sheriff.
You be sure and tell Jenny I said hi, Sheriff.
You been up to somethinī you shouldnīt have?.
Heīs just pissed off īcause līm seeinī his daughter.
Youīre already on probation, boy.
I had a hell of a time arranginī that.
You screw up one more time, I canīt cover for you!
Hey, donīt worry about covering for me.
I can take care of myself.
Hey!
Oh, no.
It is happening again.
He is coming.
Oh, Lord God, gimme strength.
The Lord is my shepherd.
I shall fear no evil.
And thy rod
and this shotgun shall comfort me.
Lord God, save me!
Come on, Satan!
Children...
Sinners, youīre going to discover the wrath of the beast.
Here comes your God. He is our savior.
Believe the beast and he will show you no mercy.
Satan. Satan is not your friend.
Well, Dixon didnīt waste any time gettinī over here, did he?.
You sure youīre ready for this?.
Ten years in the 1 2th precinctīs made me too ready.
- Letīs do it. - Right.
You know, before I came here,
I worked in the New Orleans coronerīs office for two years.
They brought in some real hamburger meat.
But I ainīt ever seen anything this bad.
Manhattan dumpsters have got nothinī on this.
Well, you ask me,
another one of them wildcats
has been scavenging around here.
Old Ernst, heīs been bitchinī about them cominī down from the hills
poachinī his chickens.
Well, itīs hard to tell much of anything
until I take him back to the lab.
Or whatīs left of him.
Dee?.
What you got?.
Either an unusual blood splatter
or somethinīs been drawn here on purpose.
Drawn?. Well, what is it?.
Iīll get Cory and the boys to put a huntinī party together
and weīll track it down.
Now, just hold on there, Judge.
The last thing I need is a trigger-happy posse
who thinks everything that moves is a wildcat.
Ernst talked about something coming back for revenge.
Well, I donīt mean to speak ill of the dead,
but old Ernst, heīs just a scared old boy
with a head full of rats.
H. Christ.
Clean this mess up.
- Goddamn. - Bye, fellas.
We got a real winner here.
Well, hereīs my autopsy report.
- You want some coffee?. - līm wired enough.
Old Ernst took one hell of a ride.
Severed limbs, lacerated quads, crushed thorax,
and, not to mention, 63 broken bones.
And it gets weirder. Look.
Look at these striations.
Identical to the ones on Miss Osieīs windowsill.
So whatever killed Ernst was also at Miss Osieīs place.
- Jen. - līm sorry, Mom.
Iīll get that. Itīs probably for me.
- Hello?. - Itīs me. Can you come out?.
No. Itīs not a good time.
We have to talk, Danny.
You didnīt tell your dad anything?.
No, but I think heīs starting to put things together.
What together?.
The old woman, some farmer who just got killed.
- Something really strange is happening. - Donīt worry about it.
I talked to my old man
and I wonīt let anything happen to you, okay, doll?.
Jenny, dinnerīs ready!
Iīll be right there!
Look, I gotta go.
Iīll see you after school tomorrow, okay?.
Want me to come over later and tuck you in?.
No, at least not tonight.
All right.
Bye.
You think an animal did this?.
If an animal got old Ernst, it wasnīt of this world.
Then what?.
Well, I can tell you what it wasnīt.
It wasnīt some wildcat like Judge Dixon says.
A wildcat canīt make claw marks like this.
Some folks...
around say itīs...
Pumpkinhead.
Pumpinkhead?.
What is that?. Some kind of a fairy tale?.
There is a legend about it around these parts.
Itīs a kind of a demon the hill people believe in.
I remember hearing about it when I was a kid.
Itīs said, if youīve been wronged,
you can conjure Pumpkinhead to exact revenge in your name.
But if you do, youīd be damned for all eternity.
There is a nursery rhyme about it, isnīt there?.
Howīs it go?.
Bolted doors
and windows barred.
Guard dogs prowling in the yard.
Wonīt protect you in your bed.
Nothing will
from Pumpkinhead.
Come on, baby. Come on.
Oh, donīt stop.
Oh, donīt stop
Ainīt nothinī gonna stop me, honey.
Ainīt nothinī.
My wife says you canīt teach an old dog new tricks.
She just must have forgot the way you like to be petted.
Besides, some things just get better with age.
More out in the truck.
Oh, this beats the hell out of deliverinī mail.
Looks good.
Damn it! Jesus Christ!
Get the fuck out of my house!
Sorry to wake you, Sheriff,
but I thought youīd want to know we got us another murder.
Oh, man. Where?.
Out at Red Byersī place off connector three.
You know where it is?.
Iīll find it.
Wings.
Thatīs what it is, you know.
Blood wings.
I donī know what it all means,
but thereīs some kind of helter-skelter type message being left here.
Itīs a message Red Byers wished had never come.
A postman who obviously stole more mail than he delivered,
a goat farmer from the Hollow and an old conjure woman.
What do all of these people have in common?.
Well, Ernst and Byers havenīt spoken to each other for years.
Well, maybe nobody ever spoke to īem,
but somebody sure as hell hated īem.
This much?.
Look,
what you got here is some psycho out there
killing for fun and taking the credit for the work.
Uh-huh.
Whatīs this?.
Safe-deposit box key, it looks like.
I donīt think thatīll help you find the killer.
But I think this might.
I did a field test.
And all the blood is type O.
Same as Byerīs...
except this one.
I believe this is the killerīs blood.
- Get back. - Oh, shit.
Hold her still!
- There. - Thatīs it.
Itīs okay. Itīs okay.
Easy now. Easy.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
- ltīs like sheīs not even here. - Sheīs not.
Whatever she saw scared her so bad her mind couldnīt deal with it
and it shut down.
Itīs one step away from being scared to death.
Sheriff. People are saying itīs some sort of a monster.
A demon!
Have you made any progress, any clues?.
Sheriff, you better catch him.
Iīm working on it, ladies. Iīm working on it.
- So did you boys raid the armory?. - Weīre here with the judge.
If youīve still got these guns when I come out, līm hauling your asses off.
He just walked in the door now.
Are we comfortable?.
Unless my calendarīs running a little slow, Judge,
Iīd say that wild bunch of yours out there is a few weeks too early
to be walking around with hunting rifles.
Not when there is hunting to be done presently, Sheriff.
I understand that folks are shook up about these killings,
but you should know better than I that it takes a hell of a lot more
to catch a killer than to load a rifle and form a posse.
We have our ways in this town.
A little buckshot solves a lot of problems.
Well, thatīs just great.
And what if your way kills the wrong person, huh?.
Boy.
Correct me if līm wrong,
but I donīt think you would know one way or the other, would ya?.
Judge, as long as līm wearing this badge,
we break this case my way.
Danny! I--
Just stop. I really donīt feel like this.
Whatīs the matter?. I thought you wanted to.
Whatīs the matter?.
Danny, there was another killing last night.
And my dad thinks it has something to do with...
what happened out at Miss Osieīs place.
You didnīt say anything, did you?.
Of course I didnīt say anything.
But--
- But what?. - Maybe I should.
Are you nuts?.
Look, if you tell him the fire wasnīt our fault,
- I mean... - Look, theyīre gonna slam us.
You can bet nobodyīs gonna believe it was an accident.
Maybe my dad will.
Look, Jen.
We didnīt do this alone, not really.
Iīll take care of everything, okay?. Donīt worry about it.
You all right?.
- Oh, shit. - I gotta go.
All right, but weīre all getting together tomorrow at my place.
Okay.
Be there.
We saw you talking to Jenny.
What are you guys talking about?.
No, let me guess.
She wants to rat us out, right?.
Youīre out of line, Pete.
Tell him, Marcie.
Lindstrom sent me down to the principalīs office today.
There were some files on his desk.
One of them was Jennyīs.
Some real interesting stuff in there.
Seems she got into some pretty bad trouble at her old school.
She and some friends stole a teacherīs car.
They got caught.
Funny thing, though.
Jenny was the only one who wasnīt charged.
She squealed to her old man, Danny.
So her old man pulled a few strings and got her out of a bad scene.
That doesnīt mean she squealed on anybody.
Thereīs something else.
Weīve heard all the talk, Danny.
All that...stuff about Pumpkinhead.
Yeah, so?.
What if that body we dug up-- What if--
What?. What if it was Pumpkinhead?.
What if we brought him back to life and heīs out there killing people?.
What if he is?. What if he comes after us?.
Jesus, you guys are pathetic.
How do you know we didnīt do something out there?.
That was some pretty bad shit we were messing with, Danny.
All right, fine.
Danny will take you out there
and show you that no monster crawled out of that box.
Then maybe youīll leave me the fuck alone.
Sure, Danny. Sure.
So, what have we got here?.
Well, whatīs left of Red Byerīs life, I guess.
Letīs see whatīs in here.
Legal papers...
Jewelry.
Some money.
And these.
īīDeformed Boy Runs Wild in Hills.īī
When I was a kid, there was an orphan boy who lived in the woods.
Nobody knew where he came from.
People thought he was a freak of nature, a reject from the circus.
Some people actually believed he wasnīt even human.
Oh, thatīs horrible.
As far as any of us were concerned,
heīd raised himself in the woods.
His name was...
Thomas Parnell.
People thought he was a geek or something.
The story goes, okay, that if he found you alone,
he would rip your heart out and eat it right there, so you had to watch as you died.
All those horrible things they said about Tommy just simply were untrue.
I never told you this...
but when I was seven years old,
I used to play by that old abandoned railroad mineshaft.
One day, Iīd left a toy there.
And when I went back to get it the next morning...
there he was.
Tommy was just a little boy, like me,
grateful that I had saved his life.
We moved away shortly after that.
I never saw him again.
According to this clipping,
he hung himself
in 1 958.
I donīt get it.
Why would a retired postman
keep hidden under lock and key clippings
about a deformed boy who died 35 years ago.
Iīm really glad you came.
Thomas Parnell, an orphan, died in 1958.
I need to see the coronerīs report.
I can get them, but itīll take time.
Do it.
Now, whatīs so important?.
I did an analysis of the blood out at Red Byerīs place--
- The blood of the killer. - Yeah.
Iīve never seen blood like this before.
I know it sounds crazy.
But whateverīs out there doing the killing
is unlike any life I know.
Itīs...some kind of...
Monster?.
You think itīs the legend, hmm?.
Pumpkinhead?. Is that what youīre trying to tell me?.
I donīt know what it is.
All I know is, itīs not an animal.
Itīs not human. So, what is it?.
Gentlemen, may we help you?.
- The mayorīs been looking for you. - Yeah, you!
Iīve been doing everything in my power to deal with this.
Iīm sure you have.
But you must have heard the talk
that maybe what weīre dealing with here ainīt human.
Do you believe that?.
Well, of course not.
But a lot of folks do.
A lot of tourists...do, if you know what I mean.
No, I canīt say that I do.
Well, let me put it this way.
The Loch Ness Monster.
The Abominable Snowman.
Big Foot.
That stuff is big business.
The way I see it, this thing could put us on the map.
I got a couple of guys from the National Enquirer all set to come down here!
People have died here! You do know that, donīt you?.
Tragedy, ainīt it?.
Well, so is the budget of this here town.
You get my drift?.
If youīll excuse me.
Thank you.
I want that creature, Braddock!
Dead or alive! I want it!
All right, kids. Letīs take a look at your creature.
Shut up.
- Oh, man! - Goddamn.
I told ya, you shouldnīt have done it, Danny! I told you!
Would you shut up, Paulie?. It means nothing!
Nothing?. The bodyīs gone, Danny.
- The spell worked, man. - Oh, Christ.
I told you guys before,
you cannot raise the dead!
Right.
Then tell that to whatever used to be buried down there!
- What the fuck have we done?. - Weīve done nothing!
Would you guys get a grip?.
I knew it. I knew this would happen.
I told you. Guys, we gotta tell somebody.
Youīre keeping your mouth shut.
There is a good explanation for all of this.
And until we find out what it is, weīre sticking together.
Weīre all getting together tonight at my place.
Until then, you guys keep your mouths shut, you got it?.
Letīs get out of here.
Yee-haw!
Ainīt that a bitch. Damn cock went limp on me.
Ainīt the first time.
Give it up, boys. Give it up. Come to papa.
Baby needs a new pair of shoes.
Thank you, boys. Pleasure doing business with you.
- Suckers. - See you next time, huh?.
- Not bad for a nightīs work. - You got that right, brother.
Hey, you missed something here.
I said you missed something there.
She canīt hear you, stupid.
Well, sheīs got eyes, donīt she?.
Hey. I said you missed something there.
Canīt you see it?. Canīt you see it, huh!
Come here. I hate when you do that.
What kind of way is that to treat our baby sister?.
You got a lot of room to talk.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?.
I ainīt the one sleeping with her.
What the hellīs going on here?. Brian! Fred!
What the hellīs happening here?.
Brian, what the hellīs going on here?.
Fred! Fred, what the hell is that?.
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
I was driving home when I picked her up
on the side of the road half-crazed.
She works out at the Knox brothers.
Sister, I think.
Sheīs deaf and mute, Sean.
So whatever she saw, she canīt help us.
Iīm afraid not.
But maybe this can.
Whatever it is made a real mess of the Knox brothers.
Iīm gonna need help with the bodies.
- We have to stop this. - Stop what?.
We donīt know what it is, let alone where itīs liable to strike next.
I donīt believe itīs killing at random.
Ernst, Byers, now the Knox brothers.
Theyīre all somehow tied in together.
And the answerīs got to be with this.
If we can just figure out what that means,
we figure out where it strikes next, we get there first,
and God help us,
kill whatever it is.
The legend persists in rural American folklore.
Deformed children were denounced by mountain priests as hell spawn.
Said to be the union of a demon
invoked by witchcraft to right a wrong
and a woman born of mortal flesh.
When a woman was suspected of having intercourse--
I need to talk to you.
I thought you were at work.
This is Jennyīs sweater. She was wearing it the other night.
It smells like smoke.
So she was at Osieīs place.
All over again she does this to us.
All over again!
The coronerīs report just came in on Tommy.
According to this, Thomas Parnell
supposedly hung himself in this area.
- Why supposedly?. - I just donīt buy it.
He couldnīt have done this to himself.
The contusions-- they happened over a period of several minutes.
They came from all sides of the body.
This is more consistent with a bludgeoning than a hanging.
So, he was murdered.
Brutally. And somebody tried to cover it up.
But Tommy was an orphan.
Now thereīs nothing in these records that indicates the county
buried him in a pauperīs grave.
Thatīs because his body was claimed.
And guess by whom.
Old woman Osie claimed Thomas Parnellīs body.
But they werenīt even related.
She buried him in that cemetery near her place
and tended the grave lovingly ever since.
Like she was his guardian angel.
Whatīs going on?. What happened?.
I lost her.
Itīs 8.. 1 9. Iīll make the call.
Damn it!
Tommyīs guardian angel just flew away.
Sorry, Sean.
Itīs okay.
What?.
It is too late to help me, like it is too late
to help the others.
- This canīt be. - Oh, my God.
What do you mean, others?.
The ones heīs going to kill.
Is...
he the one who pulled you from the fire?.
Who pulled you from the fire, Osie?.
Tommy did.
This is a nightmare. Sheīs dead.
Before I died, I was the guardian of his soul.
Tommyīs soul.
A very special soul.
His mama...
nothing special about her.
But his papa--
Go on.
His papa was the one you call Pumpkinhead.
The legend is true.
Why...is he killing all these people?.
The ultimate vengeance is the vengeance you seek
for your own soul.
I saw him kill the farmer,
the postman,
and them other three.
They got what they deserved!
Them boys with them wings.
Blood wings.
Red wings!
Heīll kill them six boys with them red wings.
- Six?. - There were five victims!
Whoīs the sixth, Osie?.
And what are the red wings?.
And when he kills them six boys,
heīll go after the kids that burned me.
Please.
Help us, Osie.
Tell me how to stop him.
Take this.
It may help you.
Red wings. Red wings.
Thereīs something familiar about them.
Thereīs nothing in these yearbooks.
Wait. Ah, here we are.
Look at this.
The Red Wings.
Itīs an auto club. They cruise and hang out together.
Who do we got here?.
Jody Red Byers.
Ernst Heller. The Knox brothers.
Whoīs number six?.
Thatīs Judge Dixon.
Itīs gonna kill the judge next.
Having a little party, huh, boy?.
Well, I got you and your friends all set up in the little cabin.
I had it stocked this morning, so there should be plenty to drink.
If thatīs what you got on your mind.
Hope you got protection, honey.
Sorry.
Oh, līm cold. I wish I brought my jacket.
Wait here.
- Here. Use my dadīs. - Thanks.
Those monsters probably already drank everything my dad put in there.
- Are they there?. - Yeah, I think so.
Hey, this is supposed to be a party. You guys are deader than shit.
Look, man, forget about the party. We need to talk.
Then talk.
That old woman-- that witch--
Danny, she died!
Well, līm real sorry to hear that, but the woman was old.
She didnīt die of old age, Danny. She--
She what, Paul?.
You know.
What do I know?.
Look, we had nothing to do with that fire.
It was an accident.
Maybe if you hadnīt hit her, she could have gotten out faster.
Maybe the fire wouldnīt have happened at all.
He doesnīt know what heīs talking about, Jenny. I never hit her.
I saw you do it, Danny.
I saw you. You killed that old woman!
- Heīs lying, Jen! - No, youīre lying!
Look, weīre all guilty.
Okay?.
Weīre gonna have to go tell my dad, Danny.
Sheīs right. You do what you want, Danny. Weīre gonna go to the sheriff.
Like hell you are.
What, are you crazy?. Paulie!
Are you okay, man?. Are you all right?.
- Letīs get out of here. - Nobodyīs going anywhere until I say.
What the fuck are you doing?.
Get on the couch now.
Put the gun down! Put the fucking gun down!
Get on the fucking couch now!
Jenny said she was meeting her friends at the judges.
Good God, Sean, hurry!
Come on. Come on.
I know youīre there. Pick the damn phone up.
- Hello. - Cory!
- Yeah. - Judge here.
Listen, boy, I need you and the others out here tonight.
- Why is that?. - Been too many of my old friends dying lately,
and I got good reason to think I might be next.
How do you know that?. It could be anything.
Donīt ask me how I know! I just know, thatīs all.
You and the boys get out here, muy pronto.
And bring a damn arsenal with you.
All right, Judge, Iīll see who I can round up on short notice.
- Hold on a second. - What?.
What?.
Hello?.
Hello, Judge?.
Sweet fucking Jesus.
Judge?.
Hello?.
Holy shit!
Jesus!
Get your ass over here now!
Who the fuck are ya?.
Who?.
What the fuck are you?.
Well, come on. Thatīs it, thatīs it.
Eat this, you fucking freak!
Son of a bitch!
You.
You. It canīt be you. No!
What the fuck was that?.
Nobody move.
Itīs him, Danny. Heīs here! Itīs Pumpkinhead!
Shut the fuck up.
Heīs gonna kill us. Heīs gonna kill us all!
- I said shut the fuck up, Paul! - Oh, God.
What are you gonna do?.
What do you want from us?.
Paul, I want you to go around back
and I want you to get the car.
Just do it!
- Please, Danny-- - Just do it now!
Come on!
Fuck!
Paulīs been gone for a long time.
Nobody move!
The powerīs dead, and so are we.
Heīs gonna kill us because of that old witch.
Where the fuck is Paul?.
What the fuck?.
Go, go, go, go!
Go!
- Come on! - This way! This way!
- Go! - Spread out! Go!
Come on, Marcie! Letīs go! Come on!
We gotta get the fuck out of here! Come on!
Here!
Come on!
Come on, Marcie! Come on!
Motherfucker!
You motherfucker!
- Dee. - Over here.
- What is it?. - It got the judge.
And thereīs a dead kid in the cabin.
Jennyīs out there.
Come on!
Dad!
Look! Go this way, now!
All right, letīs kill it.
All right, boys, lock and load.
Come on! Come on!
Go! Go!
Get out of the way!
I hear something.
Letīs go. Sounds like heīs at the top of the hill.
No, Tommy!
- Donīt! - Dad, help!
Iīm not gonna hurt you!
Oh, my God!
Look, Tommy. Miss Osie left me this.
I know you trusted her, Tommy.
Please, trust me.
Your soul can rest now.
Youīve avenged your own murder. You punished those who hurt Osie.
Sheīs not one of them!
I saved your life once right here. Donīt you remember?.
Please, sheīs my daughter.
Please!
Itīs all right, honey.
Youīre safe now.
Thank you, Tommy.
Thank you.
Sean, the judgeīs posse!
Oh, my God!
- Go on. - All right, lock and load.
Go, Tommy.
Get the hell out of here! Theyīll destroy you!
Move out of the way, Sheriff.
What are you doing?. Go!
Go, Tommy! Get out of here!
Stop! Hold your fire!
What the hell are you doing?.
Waste him!
Eat this!
Drop him!
Mom told me about Tommy.
How you saved him when you were a kid.
He didnīt kill me because he trusted you.
Iīm sorry, Dad.
For everything.
What is it?.
An old fire truck.
How did it get--