Needful Things

Synopsis: Castle Rock, New England, is a nice place to live and grow and Sheriff Alan Pangborn moves from the big city to the town expecting a quiet life. When Leland Gaunt opens the store Needful Things, he seems to have the object of desire for each dweller. He charges small amounts to the things but requests a practical joke for each of them against another inhabitant. Soon hell breaks loose in town with deaths, violence and riot and Sheriff Pangborn discovers that Leland Gaunt is the devil himself. Further, Gaunt is manipulating the population like puppets exploring the weakness and greed of each person.
Genre: Crime, Drama, Fantasy
Director(s): Fraser C. Heston
Production: Sony Pictures Home Entertainment
  1 win & 5 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
120 min

My God.

There's an awning on the new store.

There's still soap on all the windows.


They're hiding something.

I don't think so, Nettie.

I think it's just going to be

some kind of antique store is all.

I'm never going over there.

Hey, Raider. How are you, buddy?

Good to see you.

- Hi, Nettie.

- Hi.

- Is Polly around?

- Gosh, yes. It's lunchtime.


- Morning, Frank, Father Meehan.

- Hi, Alan.

Good afternoon.

- Smoked turkey on rye?

- Not today.

Think I'll try one of your specials today.

So I'll have... What's that? I'll have that.

Delicious salami...

...provolone, lettuce, tomato, mayo,

and two kinds of mustard in a pita pocket.

I wouldn't.

Okay, how about smoked turkey on rye?

Good order.

- Smoked turkey, rye!

- And a big piece of Nettie's apple pie.

So how's your day so far?

A little crazy, actually.

Did I tell you I got the photos back...

"You won't believe your eyes.

"Needful things.

"A new kind of store.

"You won't believe your eyes. "

It says so right there.

Then it must be true.

So, who's the new owner?

Nobody knows.

Not from around here is all.

Aren't you supposed to be in school?

Got a cold.


- Is anyone here?

- I'm here.

The door was unlocked. I didn't bust in.

Of course it's unlocked. I'm open.

You've been here before.

- No.

- Sure you have.

I never forget a face.

Who are you?

My name is Leland Gaunt. And you are?

Brian Rusk.

Nice meeting you, sir.

I'm equally pleased

to make your acquaintance, Master Brian.

Now, what would you fancy?

- Fancy?

- What would you like?

Everything that's here is for sale,

but not everything that's for sale is here.

I have a basement, you see.

Are you from overseas somewhere?

I'm from Akron.

- Where's that? England?

- That's in Ohio.

What do you know?

There's Wilma Jerzyk

and her husband Pete.

What do you suppose they're up to?

Buying feed for their turkey farm?

Roast turkey?

No, she's a crazy person.

Now, what'll it be? A Walkman!

- A mountain bike.

- I already got one.

- Air Jordans.

- I don't know.

- Sure, yeah, I guess.

- Of course not.

Those are just objects, aren't they?

Just things. Nothing really important.

Suppose you had one wish, Brian.

What would you say?

- A wish?

- One wish. Just one. To make you happy.

What would make you happy again?

Let's see, where do we start?

- What could I possibly have around here...

- Mickey Mantle?

- Little before your time, wasn't he?

- Yeah. I meant the baseball card.

I mean, me and my dad,

we used to collect them.

Topps or Fleers?

Topps. We had a whole collection

of 56 baseball cards.

Al Kaline, Whitey Ford, Roy Campanella,

guys of that caliber?

We have every Yankee

except Mickey Mantle.

I mean, Moose Skowron was over $65.

Skowron is one thing.

Mickey Mantle.

That's got to run $600, $700.

You asked me.

I believe I might have something

that'll make you very happy, Brian.

Stay right here.

My God. Look at my butt.

- I look awful.

- No, you look fabulous.

Pol, you know how...'re always saying

that I'm not all that serious about us?

This is your camera, right?

I don't look like this.

- I'll commit suicide if I look like this.

- Polly, I...

Will you marry me?

Sure, whenever you're serious about it.

I gotta check Nettie.

Make sure she doesn't burn the French

fries again and put me in the poor house.


I am serious.

Mickey Mantle!

"Topps, 1956."

Signed, "To my good friend Brian. "

Wait a minute. Brian is my name.

That's impossible.

"Best wishes, Mickey Mantle. "

Now, close your eyes, Brian.

Close your eyes.

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W.D. Richter

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Submitted on August 05, 2018

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