Stand by Me Page #2

- All right.|- Gordie?

Sure.

Vern?

I don't know.

Come on, Vern-O.

- Okay.|- All right.

Too cool. Very cool.

I wanted to share my friends' enthusiasm,|but I couldn't.

That summer at home,|I had become The Invisible Boy.

Mom, do you know where my canteen is?

Mom?

It's in Denny's room.

In April, my older brother, Dennis,|had been killed in a jeep accident.

Four months had passed...

... but my parents still hadn't been able|to put the pieces back together again.

Gordie, I got something for you.

This, my friend, is for you.

- This is your Yankee cap.|- No.

This is your Yankee cap.

It's a good luck cap.|Know how many fish we'll catch?

- How much?|- A bazillion.

A bazillion fish.|It looks good on you, too. Just like that.

- No. I'm going blind.|- Don't start with me. Give me a hug.

You found it.

You found it.

Why can't you have friends like Denny's?

Dad, they're okay.

Sure they are. A thief and two feebs.

Chris isn't a thief.

He stole the milk money at school.

He's a thief in my book.

It was almost noon as we set out to find|the body of a dead kid named Ray Brower.

Right here's cool.

- Thanks a lot.|- Sure thing.

- You want to see something?|- What?

- You okay?|- I'm fine.

What is it?

- You've got to see this.|- What is it?

What is it?

You want to be the Lone Ranger|or the Cisco Kid?

Walking, talking Jesus!

- Where'd you get this?|- Hocked it from my old man's bureau.

It's a.45.

I can see that.

You got shells for it?

I took what was left in the box.

My dad'll think he used them himself|shooting at beer cans while he was drunk.

- Is it loaded?|- Hello, no. What do you think I am?

Jesus!

Let's get out of here. Come on.

Gordie did it. Gordon Lachance|is shooting up Castle Rock.

Shut up.

Hey, who did that?|Who's letting cherry bombs off out here?

You should have seen your face.|Damn, that was cool!

- That was really fine.|- You knew it was loaded, you wet end!

I'm in trouble now.|That Tupper babe saw me.

- Sh*t, she thought it was firecrackers.|- I don't care. It was a mean trick.

I didn't know it was loaded.

- Honest.|- You swear?

I swear.

On your mother's name?

Even if she goes to hell for your lie?

I swear.

Pinky swear?

Pinky swear.

Girls, where you going?

- Come on, my brother gave me that!|- And now you're giving it to me.

Give it to me!

That's mine.

You're a real a**hole, you know that?

Your brother's not very polite, Eyeball.

Now, Christopher.

I know you didn't mean to insult my friend.

I know he didn't mean to insult me.

That's why I'll give him the opportunity|to take it back.

- Sh*t.|- Take it back, kid.

- Stop it, you're hurting him.|- You bastard! Let go, man.

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