The Dead Zone Page #3

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Let go of me, you f***ing freak!

Stop it! Please stop it.

Just leave him, the poor boy.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

You're hurting him!

Dr. Danvers, call 1522.

Dr. Danvers, call 1522.

Yes, nurse.

She knows you're coming.

- Doctor, thanks for bringing the boy.

- That's all right.

Herb?

It's Johnny, Mom.

Johnny.

Leave your boots outside the door, dear.

Don't go tracking snow

all over the house.

I won't.

You're a good boy.

You're wasting your time here, Sheriff.

You know that, don't you?

Well, you never know, Frank.

Worth a try.

- Mr. Smith?

- Yeah. Yeah, I'm Herb Smith.

George Bannerman, how do you do?

Castle Rock.

- May I come in?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure. Come in.

Starting to get a little nippy out there.

- That's a nice tree you got there.

- Thanks.

May I do something for you, Sheriff?

Well, actually, if this is your son,

I came to see him. You're John?

Sheriff Bannerman.

Castle Rock.

Well, I guess I've come to you with

what you could call a proposal, John.

It has to do with these murders

we've been having,

the Castle Rock killer,

I'm sure you've heard of him.

Sure.

I don't know whether

it's true or not, John,

about these psychic powers of yours.

But if it is true, John,

I could use your help.

John, maybe you should give him a...

Take a minute to think about it.

But bear in mind, some decent

young women from homes just like this,

have met with terrible, terrible deaths.

Now, I'm at my wits' end.

I've exhausted about every conventional

method of approach to this situation.

I've come up with nothing.

I feel you can help me, John.

You made a mistake.

I was sorry to hear about

your mother's death, John. Mr. Smith.

I understand she was a good woman,

a Christian woman.

I'm not a religious man myself,

I'm sorry to say.

But I will say this,

if God has seen fit to bless you

with this gift, you should use it.

Bless me?

You know what God did for me?

He threw an 18-wheel truck at me!

Bounced me into nowhere for five years!

When I woke up, my girl was gone,

my job was gone,

my legs are just about useless.

Bless me?

God's been a real sport to me.

All right, John.

If you change your mind,

you know where I am.

Merry Christmas to you.

Well?

Well, what?

See? What did I tell you?

Them murders he was talking about,

God-awful things.

Went on all during the time

you were in that coma.

I just don't have the knack for tinsel.

It was your mother who always kept

the tree looking good.

I wish to God she were here now

so she could talk to you about this thing.

I'm not much help to you, am I?

Sure you are.

You are.

You...

- You want to talk about it?

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