The Dead Zone s01e13 Episode Script
Destiny
I had the perfect life until|I was in a coma for six years.
Then I woke up|and found my fiancée married to another man.
My son doesn't know|who I am.
Everything has changed including me.
One touch,|and I can see things.
Things that happened.
|Things that will happen.
You should see what I see.
What's it mean when rich folks|fill out the card? - Means they got religion.
|- And if they've got religion They want to buy.
- So what do we sell them?|- The whole set.
What are the big three? Eye contact, confidence, smile.
Don't screw this up.
Good afternoon, Mrs.
Smith.
|I'm James Stillson.
This is my son Greg.
|We're from the church.
Can we borrow|just a moment of your time? From First Beacon? I don't believe|I've seen you before.
That's right, ma'am.
|Reverend Mackey sent us.
You filled out your name|on this card.
Oh, you're from|the Bible company.
- Now she's got it, junior.
|- Well, I What I mean is we already have|several Bibles in the home.
Not like this one, ma'am.
As you can see, it has beautiful|art from all the great masters in color, of course.
This one is "Adoration|of the Magi" by Da Vinci.
See, this is baby Jesus|right there, see? Beautiful.
There are over 45 of these color|plates, telling the whole story.
This one is Jesus|with the loaves and fishes.
You know your Bible|pretty well.
Now, you can see|how this adds value to a home.
I mean,|it sure has for mine.
Greg here|is living proof of that.
- I'll just get my pocketbook.
|- Great.
Oh, Johnny,|I didn't see you there.
Johnny, is it? Have you read|the good book, son? Oh, boy, are you okay? Oh, sweetie.
You okay?|Need some water? Johnny fell and knocked his head|on the ice about two months ago.
He's had a few fainting spells|since from the concussion.
You all right? Here's your Bible, ma'am.
All right, thank you.
# Oooh # # Fall in love, fall in love,|fall in love # # Fall in love # # Feel no shame|for what you are # # Feel no shame|for what you are # # Fall in love,|fall in love # # Fall in love.
# So what are you guys|reading? Well, we're up to|pulp detective novels.
They're more complex|than westerns.
Ooh, my favorite.
Hard-boiled cops|and femmes fatales.
Sleazy reporters, too.
Remember which sleazy reporter|hooked you up with this job.
For which I'm very grateful,|Your Highness.
You bet your ass.
I told you, I need one kid,|two days a week.
You're a teacher again.
I like Johnny the teacher.
|There's no drama here.
- No stories for sleazy reporters.
|- Now I just have to figure out how to deal with|those femmes fatales.
Hey what's up? Hi.
Hello.
Oh, um|I'm here to pick you up.
It's Saturday the Mighty Clams|are scrimmaging, remember? Oh, right.
|Hey, Johnny Yeah, I actually forgot.
I have my last session|with that kid Chuck in 10 minutes.
Okay, that's no problem.
|Hop in.
We'll give you a ride.
Actually, I was going|to hitch a lift with Dana.
All right.
Go, Clams! Yeah! I promise I'll make|the next game.
Well, the next game|is against Heatherfield on Sunday.
Okay.
Okay, well,|go, Clams.
Win.
Score.
"The clerk barely|looked up to ask, 'Relation to the deceased? ' Hammond smiled, took off|his hat, and told the truth.
'He was my partner.
"' Damn.
Good ending.
- And there's my friends.
|- Right after questions.
Come on, Smitty, I already|graduated.
You were there.
- Tell it to the SATs.
|- That's four weeks from now.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Tonight on the other hand is the party.
Come on, guys.
There he is.
I just want you to know that this is not a measure|of my level of gratitude.
Thank you.
You succeeded where|others failed.
Remember that.
Chuck's the one|who succeeded.
- It's the high achievers|- Wait.
Shh.
I didn't mean to imply that.
I'm having difficulty trying|to articulate your platform.
One wants to say|moral reform Well, yes, but no.
I don't want to reform|the morals of the people.
The people have morals.
|They're Americans.
What they need|is respect and faith, and those are two things that|they're not getting from Washington, where Democrats and Republicans|from every level of office are using taxpayers' time|and money to cheat on their wives|and diddle the staff interns.
- Did he just say "diddle"?|- I love this guy.
So you're against|big government.
I am against|bad government, George, and I've got a message|for every selfish, godless, and just plain stupid old white man|out there who's a part of it Greg Stillson's|comin' to get you.
He going to bring|his 30-ought with him? Thank you.
|And there you have it, State Representative|Gregory Ammas Stillson, ex-real estate, insurance,|and Bible salesman, and now the favored candidate|for Maine's second district congressional seat|in Washington.
They're really serious|about this guy? You know, you have to start|reading the newspapers again.
People are going nuts|over this nut.
"A breath of fresh air.
" Don't worry,|they'll come to their senses.
- Jack, come say goodbye.
|- Hey, Dad.
Smitty, picking up|your paycheck? Pay this man what he wants.
|He is a God.
Hmm, smells good.
Hey, whatever happened|to Dana? Is she still hanging|around the office? Dana Bright? Not really.
Why? Oh, I was just wondering.
I assume she's still|working the police beat, but she's always looking|for a promotion.
She did some articles on Johnny,|but maybe she moved on to something better.
- Hello?|- Sarah.
Is Walt there? Look, graduation parties|and Cathy's steakhouse are a 20-year-old tradition.
I'm not going to ruin the night|for all of these kids because some "psychic" happens|to predict that maybe something Okay, sir, I'll say it again.
|Tonight, your restaurant will be struck by lightning.
|The insulation will burn.
There will be a flash fire,|and the doors are going to jam.
There'll be bodies|six or seven deep in your exits.
- What don't you understand?|- You sick son of a bitch.
- Are you threatening me?|- I'm warning you.
Sheriff, I want this man|off my property right now.
- No.
|- No? I've been through this enough|to know that what Johnny sees is what's going to happen.
You know,|I see things too like a blue sky,|and I don't see any clouds.
Yeah, no lightning rod|on your roof, either.
Does that violate a code? No, no law says I have|to have a lightning rod.
- It's strongly recommended.
|- "Strongly recommended," is it? Well, I strongly recommend|that all of you people try running a business,|because maybe if you did, then you'd appreciate|what closing down on the busiest night of the year|might really mean.
We're not talking about closing|down but burning down, okay? - There's a difference.
|- Listen to him.
Or what? You'll arrest me|for not listening? How about|reckless endangerment? Great free lawsuit money.
- Cuff me.
|- You want to try that, see how it works out for you? Excuse me.
What's it going to take for me|to convince you, sir? Your problem's not with me.
There's no way I'll let Chuck|come here tonight.
- What? Dad!|- No way.
What the hell|am I supposed to do? They can come to our house,|the whole class.
I can make that happen for tonight.
|Better food, better music.
We have to contact|all the parents and students, right away, please.
Come on, son.
We have a lot|of phone calls to make.
Look at this.
|See, I told you, there is nothing|nothing to worry about.
They're not all here.
Come on.
I better see|what he's doing.
- God is my witness.
|- Oops-a-daisy.
Off you go.
Hi, Daddy.
What the hell is this? I told you to stay away|from the volunteers.
She was helping me|get dressed.
And you were supposed to be|watching out for this kind of crap.
- I told you not|- Shut up! Now, I'm not calling|you dumb.
I'm saying that some|of the things you do are dumb.
Now, zip up your fly|and make yourself presentable.
We have a major photo op.
- Move your hands.
|- It's fine.
Relax.
Pain that's all I can say.
When I talk about holes|in the system, this is exactly|what I'm talking about.
There are nine|innocent lives lost because there wasn't|a lightning rod on that building.
Why? Because some bureaucrats|from Augusta didn't see fit|to pass Proposition 91.
The first week I'm in office,|you'll see a lightning rod on every public building|from Van Buren to Kittery.
That's a fact.
What's your comment|on Johnny Smith, the psychic who saved|so many lives last night? Well, ma'am, I would say|that we wouldn't need psychics if the government was ensuring|the safety of its citizens.
Hey, there he is.
Johnny! Did you really see|this was happening? Did you call the police? Well, how about that?|Upstaged by a psychic.
Look at them go.
They're not serious|about this guy, are they? Well, he must be good.
Can't blame him for working|the angle.
We've all been there.
And let|us take heed from proverbs, chapter five, verse three.
"For the lips of|an adulteress drip honey, and her voice|is smoother than oil.
But in the end,|she is bitter as gall, sharp as|a double-edged sword.
Her feet go down to death; her steps lead|straight to the grave.
She gives no thought|to this way of life.
Her paths are crooked but she knows it not.
" Charlotte? Where are you? Is that|is that you? Hang on.
My God!|What are you doing to my baby? It's all right.
|It's okay, it's okay.
Come here.
- Come here.
|- What the hell?! Whoa! Hang on,|hang on, old man.
Henry, do something! - You let her loose.
|- Just drop it, old man.
- You you!|- Drop it.
- Daddy|- Listen to me, all right? That's a Remington 12-gauge|shotgun you've got there.
Now, we both know there's|no way you're going to hit me without tearing up your baby here.
Now, we're going to do this|like gentlemen, all right? There's a rule,|first one being you keep that bitch's|pie-hole shut! He's taking her! Goddamn primates! I'm done with this, done.
Driving into pissant towns,|knocking on doors I'm through with this.
I'm meant for something more.
Something|something better.
Like my dad says|"greatness.
" And it's not in this.
It's in me! I've got dreams,|powerful dreams.
Just come to me at night.
I don't know what they mean, but they come to me.
I'll get there someday,|I know.
I know I'll get there.
It hasn't happened yet, but I can feel it coming.
I know it's going to come.
You know what I mean? Take me with you.
"Take me with you " We're looking for|information on Johnny.
What can you tell us|about Johnny? What are you people|doing here? What's going on? You want your picture|in the paper? "Dear Johnny.
" "Dear Johnny.
" Gas bill.
"Dear Johnny.
" You going|to make a move? You know you got a letter|from Dateline NBC? All right.
It says they want an interview,|and that they've written twice and they've called you|three times.
How long you going|to keep this up? - Till they forget about me.
|- Which they're not going to do.
You can disconnect your phone, lock|yourself in, play chess all day you'll only end up more famous,|like JD Salinger.
- I was hoping for Willy Wonka.
|- Good, a joke.
We should be|joking about this.
It's ridiculous, but it's|the way the world works.
If you're a psychic who ends up saving the lives|of hundreds of people, Barbara Walters will call.
NBC will call.
I'm not worried about them.
It's, uh Florence Wickett from Boulder.
"My husband ran out|on me in 1996.
Here's a pair of his socks.
|Could you tell me where he is so I can get child support|out of the cheap bastard?" How about Michelle|Barnes from LA? "Dear Mr.
Smith, my baby|choked to death last year.
Here's his rattle.
Please tell me|if he's happy with the angels.
" Or better yet,|there's good old anonymous from Traverse City, Michigan who hopes I burn in hell.
"Dear Mr.
Smith, did you know|the Bible says regular sinners get tossed|into a lake of fire, but false prophets burn|forever and ever?" Johnny Here's another one.
- Johnny Smith's cell phone.
|- Hey, Bruce, it's Sarah.
- Oh, hey, hey, Sarah.
|- Is Johnny there? Uh, no, no,|Johnny's not here.
I'm just dropping|some stuff off.
Okay.
- Could you do me a favor?|- Sure.
Put him on.
- Hello.
|- You don't want to talk to me? You just caught me|at a bad time.
What's going on? You tell me.
|You don't return your calls.
- You don't leave your house.
|- What do you want me to say? Nothing.
I want to see you.
Why? - I have to have a reason?|- Everybody else does.
You know what? You need to stop feeling|sorry for yourself.
What happened at that restaurant|wasn't your fault, - and all those people who|- You want to come give me advice? I'll save you the trip.
|I don't want any.
I just want to be left alone.
|Thanks.
You have any advice for me? No, man.
You seem to have it|all figured out.
Thank you.
|And yes? Reverend Purdy,|Alex Ross, WPOV.
Most will be surprised|to see you backing Greg Stillson as an independent candidate.
|Does this signal the alliance breaking|its ties with the GOP? Alex, I've never felt that I, nor, for that matter,|the Faith Heritage Alliance swore loyalty to any particular|political party.
My responsibility|is to find the candidate most dedicated|to God's agenda, and in this election year,|that candidate is Greg Stillson.
- Reverend Purdy.
|- Yes, Dana.
How are you planning to address|your candidate's checkered past? The allegations of bribery,|for example? That is not appropriate.
This is a press conference|for a press statement.
You want to mudsling, buy some|airtime and shoot a commercial.
Really, Dana, I'm surprised that this sort of rumor-mongering isn't beneath you.
The Bible says, "Thou shalt not|be a talebearer amongst others.
" Leviticus, chapter 19.
That is why I like this man.
My support for Greg Stillson is founded on his vision|for the future, which promises|to be very bright.
Today, we announce this|to the press, and on Saturday, we share it|with the members of the Interfaith Festival.
Reverend, what's your association|with the psychic Johnny Smith? Johnny Smith is|a very dear friend of mine.
I have known him|since his birth, and, in fact,|for the last five years, - I've been his legal guardian.
|- Do you believe in his tricks? Do you really believe in him? Please, please.
I believe in miracles|of all shapes and sizes, and Johnny Smith deals|in the realm of big miracles.
I have been privileged to witness|some of them for myself.
Of course, he has his share|of detractors, but then, so did Abraham.
So did Daniel.
So did Christ.
Johnny, it's Gene Purdy.
|May I come in? I'm glad|you stopped by.
I've wanted to for some time,|but I felt you needed your space.
I need money, Gene.
- Of course.
|- No, a lot of it.
I want to drain my trust.
I'm taking a trip.
I'm probably not going|to come back for a while.
You can do|whatever you want to.
Of course,|I'll honor your wishes but at least consider my offer.
What offer? You can't live your life|under siege conditions.
I know that.
|I want to help you.
- Help me with what? The mail?|- The mail, the media, the chaos outside your door.
I can even arrange|for living quarters on campus if you'd like.
Or you can just live here, but the bottom line is, I want to use my resources|to protect you.
What do you get out of it? Tell me, Johnny, have you have you ever had|a boring vision? What? In all the time that|your dead zone has been active, have you ever touched someone|and seen them mowing the lawn? - No.
|- And you know why that is? I'll tell you why.
Because you are important.
You mean "unfortunate.
" I know this is not the life|you would have chosen, but it is the life|that chose you, and you cannot|deny the possibility that some other force|is guiding you, choosing what you see.
Just say his name.
|I know you're dying to.
Destiny, Johnny.
It is your destiny|to help people.
- I truly believe that.
|- I always thought destiny - was just a rosier word for fate.
|- You can call it whatever you like, but every event in your life|has been preparing you for this lessons to make you ready.
- Ready for what, Gene?|- Ah I will make it|my mission in life to help you discover|exactly what that is.
Think it over.
Call me when you're ready.
Sarah? - My God, you scared me.
|- Scared you? How'd you get in here? You gave these to me|10 years ago.
- I was just bringing them back.
|- 10:00 at night, - you're returning my keys?|- Well, I would've called, - but that didn't work last time.
|- I'm sorry about that.
Oh, Johnny,|look at this place.
- It's not that bad.
|- No, it just needs a bulldozer.
Why did you really|come here, Sarah? I, uh I came because I wanted|to give you something.
My keys? Something else.
You recognize this? You won it for me|in a nickel machine the night of the county fair.
|Remember? You put it on my finger|in the car, and you said,|"I know it's not three carats, but it is two months' salary.
" And how long have you been|holding on to that thing? I always meant|to give it back to you.
I just wanted to do it|at the right time, and then I realized|there may never be a right time.
- Why'd you come over here?|- I just told you.
How many times|are you going to ask me? Till you give me|the real answer.
I don't know.
I thought I knew.
I don't know, maybe|because sometimes I wake up in the middle|of the night, and for a second|I forget who I am.
But then I look over at Walt,|and remember.
But the first thing,|the first thought that goes through my mind is that somehow|I've been cheated.
And then I start to think,|"What if?" What if you were never|in that car crash? What if you and I never|made a son that night? But then it passes, and I'm myself again.
Except that lately it hasn't been passing And I don't know|if that's because I feel like|you're slipping away from me or if it's because my heart|is trying to tell me something.
Do you believe in fate, Johnny? I don't know yet.
You don't know? Doesn't that kill you,|not knowing? I mean do you ever|think about it? Ever? I never stopped|thinking about it.
Wait.
I'm afraid, Sarah of what I'll see.
My maiden name|was Bracknell, yes.
I'm glad you're here.
Are you sure we're not real,|Johnny? I brought someone|I want you to meet.
I want him to know you.
You are important.
I know this is not the life|you would have chosen, but it is the life|that chose you, and you cannot|deny the possibility that some other force|is guiding you, choosing what you see.
It is your destiny|to help people.
I truly believe that.
Every event in your life|has been preparing you for this.
Lessons to make you ready.
Greg, this rat should be crawling|over to our office.
- You're the mayor.
|- But then there's no surprise.
- Ouch.
|- Look at this.
Charlie,|Mayor Stillson is here.
How's tricks, Charlie? I'm busy here.
|What do you want? Just wanted to chat|with an old buddy.
Are you too busy to chat?|You've been chatting - to the Bangor Daily all week.
|- What are you talking about? No, it's what|you're talking about.
Dirty real estate deals,|kickbacks, payoffs.
One hand washing the other.
- You're a regular Deep Throat.
|- That Shady Pines article? - You think I was the source?|- Charlie, don't.
Just don't.
We know.
You know, Charlie,|something I learned running for office is that it's good practice|to make a list of friends and enemies, and to make sure|all the people that count are on one side or the other.
You think you can scare me|by putting my name on some list? Charlie You know, as of yet,|you're not on either list.
Because up until now,|you just didn't matter.
You know what, Greg? You can put my name|on whatever list you want.
So here.
Go blackmail|someone who cares.
Who said anything|about blackmail? - Hey!|- Charlie, Charlie - Let me tell you a story.
|- Stop! A story about a man who finds|some pictures in the mail, photos of himself|and another woman.
- Linda!|- That's right, Charlie, Linda, his secretary.
Call the police! - Linda, help!|- What, they didn't tell you? - I quit.
|- Linda's got a new job.
So the man is devastated.
|He's sick to his stomach.
Then the phone rings,|and a voice on the other line tells him that his wife|has been sent the photos, as well as her family|and his family, etc.
And then you know|what the poor sap does? He throws himself out|of his 15th-story window.
The body hits a parking meter,|head snaps clean off.
- I'll do anything you want.
|- Do you know what? You want to steer clear|of me, all right? You want to let|somebody else stop me, somebody with|a lot less to lose.
I won't stop you.
That's right, let somebody else|be the hero.
In the meantime, I'll put you|on my friends list.
Don't worry so much.
I'm not going to be|mayor forever.
for the office|of State Representative.
I, Gregory Ammas Stillson, do solemnly swear|to support the Constitution of the United States|of America and the Constitution of Maine against all enemies,|foreign and domestic - Lord, you're awake.
|- Something's wrong.
I take|this obligation freely, without mental reservation|or purpose of evasion, and that I will well|and faithfully discharge the duties|with which I am about to enter.
Something's wrong.
Something's wrong.
- You all finished?|- Mm-hmm.
- You ready for your big day?|- You ready for your big day? Am I ready for my big day?|Ready as I'll ever be.
Mom knows how much|I love crowd control.
- Call me at halftime.
|- Okay.
Aren't you going|to have any breakfast, Mom? I already had|a grapefruit.
- Bye.
|- Bye.
What the hell's|going on here? Yeah, and it's not|even Sunday.
- Would you like a Stillson button?|- No, thanks.
- Yeah.
|- Thank you.
Maybe I should come back|tomorrow, huh? Come back tomorrow.
Johnny! I didn't expect|to see you so soon.
Neither did I.
|This is my friend, Bruce.
- Hi.
|- Hi.
- Have you considered my offer?|- I won't take that trip after all, and I was thinking that,|at least on a trial basis, - I could use your resources.
|- Great! It's Johnny! I was thinking maybe I could|start right about now.
Johnny! I see what you mean.
|Come with me.
There's someone|I want you to meet.
You saw something,|didn't you? I'm not sure what,|but Johnny Smith, Greg Stillson,|future congressman, future senator, future who knows? - Reverend, we're ready.
|- Excuse me, gentlemen.
- I've heard of you.
|- Likewise.
Any friend of Reverend Purdy|is a friend of mine.
It's nice to meet you.
And now I'd like|to introduce a man, a young man who represents hope|for the next generation, a man who bridges the gap between the value of tradition|and the idealism of youth, because it is that bridge|which will define our common destiny|in the next millennium.
Greg Stillson! Hello.
|Thank you very much.
Thank each and every one of you|for showing up today.
Glad you could make it.
This is the guy.
|This is the guy.
My friends,|hold it, please.
I'd like to introduce|one more man.
You've seen him in the papers,|you know his name, and I'm proud to tell you that|he's agreed to join our cause Johnny Smith.
Come.
Come here.
|Come in here.
Thank you very much,|everyone.
Then I woke up|and found my fiancée married to another man.
My son doesn't know|who I am.
Everything has changed including me.
One touch,|and I can see things.
Things that happened.
|Things that will happen.
You should see what I see.
What's it mean when rich folks|fill out the card? - Means they got religion.
|- And if they've got religion They want to buy.
- So what do we sell them?|- The whole set.
What are the big three? Eye contact, confidence, smile.
Don't screw this up.
Good afternoon, Mrs.
Smith.
|I'm James Stillson.
This is my son Greg.
|We're from the church.
Can we borrow|just a moment of your time? From First Beacon? I don't believe|I've seen you before.
That's right, ma'am.
|Reverend Mackey sent us.
You filled out your name|on this card.
Oh, you're from|the Bible company.
- Now she's got it, junior.
|- Well, I What I mean is we already have|several Bibles in the home.
Not like this one, ma'am.
As you can see, it has beautiful|art from all the great masters in color, of course.
This one is "Adoration|of the Magi" by Da Vinci.
See, this is baby Jesus|right there, see? Beautiful.
There are over 45 of these color|plates, telling the whole story.
This one is Jesus|with the loaves and fishes.
You know your Bible|pretty well.
Now, you can see|how this adds value to a home.
I mean,|it sure has for mine.
Greg here|is living proof of that.
- I'll just get my pocketbook.
|- Great.
Oh, Johnny,|I didn't see you there.
Johnny, is it? Have you read|the good book, son? Oh, boy, are you okay? Oh, sweetie.
You okay?|Need some water? Johnny fell and knocked his head|on the ice about two months ago.
He's had a few fainting spells|since from the concussion.
You all right? Here's your Bible, ma'am.
All right, thank you.
# Oooh # # Fall in love, fall in love,|fall in love # # Fall in love # # Feel no shame|for what you are # # Feel no shame|for what you are # # Fall in love,|fall in love # # Fall in love.
# So what are you guys|reading? Well, we're up to|pulp detective novels.
They're more complex|than westerns.
Ooh, my favorite.
Hard-boiled cops|and femmes fatales.
Sleazy reporters, too.
Remember which sleazy reporter|hooked you up with this job.
For which I'm very grateful,|Your Highness.
You bet your ass.
I told you, I need one kid,|two days a week.
You're a teacher again.
I like Johnny the teacher.
|There's no drama here.
- No stories for sleazy reporters.
|- Now I just have to figure out how to deal with|those femmes fatales.
Hey what's up? Hi.
Hello.
Oh, um|I'm here to pick you up.
It's Saturday the Mighty Clams|are scrimmaging, remember? Oh, right.
|Hey, Johnny Yeah, I actually forgot.
I have my last session|with that kid Chuck in 10 minutes.
Okay, that's no problem.
|Hop in.
We'll give you a ride.
Actually, I was going|to hitch a lift with Dana.
All right.
Go, Clams! Yeah! I promise I'll make|the next game.
Well, the next game|is against Heatherfield on Sunday.
Okay.
Okay, well,|go, Clams.
Win.
Score.
"The clerk barely|looked up to ask, 'Relation to the deceased? ' Hammond smiled, took off|his hat, and told the truth.
'He was my partner.
"' Damn.
Good ending.
- And there's my friends.
|- Right after questions.
Come on, Smitty, I already|graduated.
You were there.
- Tell it to the SATs.
|- That's four weeks from now.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Tonight on the other hand is the party.
Come on, guys.
There he is.
I just want you to know that this is not a measure|of my level of gratitude.
Thank you.
You succeeded where|others failed.
Remember that.
Chuck's the one|who succeeded.
- It's the high achievers|- Wait.
Shh.
I didn't mean to imply that.
I'm having difficulty trying|to articulate your platform.
One wants to say|moral reform Well, yes, but no.
I don't want to reform|the morals of the people.
The people have morals.
|They're Americans.
What they need|is respect and faith, and those are two things that|they're not getting from Washington, where Democrats and Republicans|from every level of office are using taxpayers' time|and money to cheat on their wives|and diddle the staff interns.
- Did he just say "diddle"?|- I love this guy.
So you're against|big government.
I am against|bad government, George, and I've got a message|for every selfish, godless, and just plain stupid old white man|out there who's a part of it Greg Stillson's|comin' to get you.
He going to bring|his 30-ought with him? Thank you.
|And there you have it, State Representative|Gregory Ammas Stillson, ex-real estate, insurance,|and Bible salesman, and now the favored candidate|for Maine's second district congressional seat|in Washington.
They're really serious|about this guy? You know, you have to start|reading the newspapers again.
People are going nuts|over this nut.
"A breath of fresh air.
" Don't worry,|they'll come to their senses.
- Jack, come say goodbye.
|- Hey, Dad.
Smitty, picking up|your paycheck? Pay this man what he wants.
|He is a God.
Hmm, smells good.
Hey, whatever happened|to Dana? Is she still hanging|around the office? Dana Bright? Not really.
Why? Oh, I was just wondering.
I assume she's still|working the police beat, but she's always looking|for a promotion.
She did some articles on Johnny,|but maybe she moved on to something better.
- Hello?|- Sarah.
Is Walt there? Look, graduation parties|and Cathy's steakhouse are a 20-year-old tradition.
I'm not going to ruin the night|for all of these kids because some "psychic" happens|to predict that maybe something Okay, sir, I'll say it again.
|Tonight, your restaurant will be struck by lightning.
|The insulation will burn.
There will be a flash fire,|and the doors are going to jam.
There'll be bodies|six or seven deep in your exits.
- What don't you understand?|- You sick son of a bitch.
- Are you threatening me?|- I'm warning you.
Sheriff, I want this man|off my property right now.
- No.
|- No? I've been through this enough|to know that what Johnny sees is what's going to happen.
You know,|I see things too like a blue sky,|and I don't see any clouds.
Yeah, no lightning rod|on your roof, either.
Does that violate a code? No, no law says I have|to have a lightning rod.
- It's strongly recommended.
|- "Strongly recommended," is it? Well, I strongly recommend|that all of you people try running a business,|because maybe if you did, then you'd appreciate|what closing down on the busiest night of the year|might really mean.
We're not talking about closing|down but burning down, okay? - There's a difference.
|- Listen to him.
Or what? You'll arrest me|for not listening? How about|reckless endangerment? Great free lawsuit money.
- Cuff me.
|- You want to try that, see how it works out for you? Excuse me.
What's it going to take for me|to convince you, sir? Your problem's not with me.
There's no way I'll let Chuck|come here tonight.
- What? Dad!|- No way.
What the hell|am I supposed to do? They can come to our house,|the whole class.
I can make that happen for tonight.
|Better food, better music.
We have to contact|all the parents and students, right away, please.
Come on, son.
We have a lot|of phone calls to make.
Look at this.
|See, I told you, there is nothing|nothing to worry about.
They're not all here.
Come on.
I better see|what he's doing.
- God is my witness.
|- Oops-a-daisy.
Off you go.
Hi, Daddy.
What the hell is this? I told you to stay away|from the volunteers.
She was helping me|get dressed.
And you were supposed to be|watching out for this kind of crap.
- I told you not|- Shut up! Now, I'm not calling|you dumb.
I'm saying that some|of the things you do are dumb.
Now, zip up your fly|and make yourself presentable.
We have a major photo op.
- Move your hands.
|- It's fine.
Relax.
Pain that's all I can say.
When I talk about holes|in the system, this is exactly|what I'm talking about.
There are nine|innocent lives lost because there wasn't|a lightning rod on that building.
Why? Because some bureaucrats|from Augusta didn't see fit|to pass Proposition 91.
The first week I'm in office,|you'll see a lightning rod on every public building|from Van Buren to Kittery.
That's a fact.
What's your comment|on Johnny Smith, the psychic who saved|so many lives last night? Well, ma'am, I would say|that we wouldn't need psychics if the government was ensuring|the safety of its citizens.
Hey, there he is.
Johnny! Did you really see|this was happening? Did you call the police? Well, how about that?|Upstaged by a psychic.
Look at them go.
They're not serious|about this guy, are they? Well, he must be good.
Can't blame him for working|the angle.
We've all been there.
And let|us take heed from proverbs, chapter five, verse three.
"For the lips of|an adulteress drip honey, and her voice|is smoother than oil.
But in the end,|she is bitter as gall, sharp as|a double-edged sword.
Her feet go down to death; her steps lead|straight to the grave.
She gives no thought|to this way of life.
Her paths are crooked but she knows it not.
" Charlotte? Where are you? Is that|is that you? Hang on.
My God!|What are you doing to my baby? It's all right.
|It's okay, it's okay.
Come here.
- Come here.
|- What the hell?! Whoa! Hang on,|hang on, old man.
Henry, do something! - You let her loose.
|- Just drop it, old man.
- You you!|- Drop it.
- Daddy|- Listen to me, all right? That's a Remington 12-gauge|shotgun you've got there.
Now, we both know there's|no way you're going to hit me without tearing up your baby here.
Now, we're going to do this|like gentlemen, all right? There's a rule,|first one being you keep that bitch's|pie-hole shut! He's taking her! Goddamn primates! I'm done with this, done.
Driving into pissant towns,|knocking on doors I'm through with this.
I'm meant for something more.
Something|something better.
Like my dad says|"greatness.
" And it's not in this.
It's in me! I've got dreams,|powerful dreams.
Just come to me at night.
I don't know what they mean, but they come to me.
I'll get there someday,|I know.
I know I'll get there.
It hasn't happened yet, but I can feel it coming.
I know it's going to come.
You know what I mean? Take me with you.
"Take me with you " We're looking for|information on Johnny.
What can you tell us|about Johnny? What are you people|doing here? What's going on? You want your picture|in the paper? "Dear Johnny.
" "Dear Johnny.
" Gas bill.
"Dear Johnny.
" You going|to make a move? You know you got a letter|from Dateline NBC? All right.
It says they want an interview,|and that they've written twice and they've called you|three times.
How long you going|to keep this up? - Till they forget about me.
|- Which they're not going to do.
You can disconnect your phone, lock|yourself in, play chess all day you'll only end up more famous,|like JD Salinger.
- I was hoping for Willy Wonka.
|- Good, a joke.
We should be|joking about this.
It's ridiculous, but it's|the way the world works.
If you're a psychic who ends up saving the lives|of hundreds of people, Barbara Walters will call.
NBC will call.
I'm not worried about them.
It's, uh Florence Wickett from Boulder.
"My husband ran out|on me in 1996.
Here's a pair of his socks.
|Could you tell me where he is so I can get child support|out of the cheap bastard?" How about Michelle|Barnes from LA? "Dear Mr.
Smith, my baby|choked to death last year.
Here's his rattle.
Please tell me|if he's happy with the angels.
" Or better yet,|there's good old anonymous from Traverse City, Michigan who hopes I burn in hell.
"Dear Mr.
Smith, did you know|the Bible says regular sinners get tossed|into a lake of fire, but false prophets burn|forever and ever?" Johnny Here's another one.
- Johnny Smith's cell phone.
|- Hey, Bruce, it's Sarah.
- Oh, hey, hey, Sarah.
|- Is Johnny there? Uh, no, no,|Johnny's not here.
I'm just dropping|some stuff off.
Okay.
- Could you do me a favor?|- Sure.
Put him on.
- Hello.
|- You don't want to talk to me? You just caught me|at a bad time.
What's going on? You tell me.
|You don't return your calls.
- You don't leave your house.
|- What do you want me to say? Nothing.
I want to see you.
Why? - I have to have a reason?|- Everybody else does.
You know what? You need to stop feeling|sorry for yourself.
What happened at that restaurant|wasn't your fault, - and all those people who|- You want to come give me advice? I'll save you the trip.
|I don't want any.
I just want to be left alone.
|Thanks.
You have any advice for me? No, man.
You seem to have it|all figured out.
Thank you.
|And yes? Reverend Purdy,|Alex Ross, WPOV.
Most will be surprised|to see you backing Greg Stillson as an independent candidate.
|Does this signal the alliance breaking|its ties with the GOP? Alex, I've never felt that I, nor, for that matter,|the Faith Heritage Alliance swore loyalty to any particular|political party.
My responsibility|is to find the candidate most dedicated|to God's agenda, and in this election year,|that candidate is Greg Stillson.
- Reverend Purdy.
|- Yes, Dana.
How are you planning to address|your candidate's checkered past? The allegations of bribery,|for example? That is not appropriate.
This is a press conference|for a press statement.
You want to mudsling, buy some|airtime and shoot a commercial.
Really, Dana, I'm surprised that this sort of rumor-mongering isn't beneath you.
The Bible says, "Thou shalt not|be a talebearer amongst others.
" Leviticus, chapter 19.
That is why I like this man.
My support for Greg Stillson is founded on his vision|for the future, which promises|to be very bright.
Today, we announce this|to the press, and on Saturday, we share it|with the members of the Interfaith Festival.
Reverend, what's your association|with the psychic Johnny Smith? Johnny Smith is|a very dear friend of mine.
I have known him|since his birth, and, in fact,|for the last five years, - I've been his legal guardian.
|- Do you believe in his tricks? Do you really believe in him? Please, please.
I believe in miracles|of all shapes and sizes, and Johnny Smith deals|in the realm of big miracles.
I have been privileged to witness|some of them for myself.
Of course, he has his share|of detractors, but then, so did Abraham.
So did Daniel.
So did Christ.
Johnny, it's Gene Purdy.
|May I come in? I'm glad|you stopped by.
I've wanted to for some time,|but I felt you needed your space.
I need money, Gene.
- Of course.
|- No, a lot of it.
I want to drain my trust.
I'm taking a trip.
I'm probably not going|to come back for a while.
You can do|whatever you want to.
Of course,|I'll honor your wishes but at least consider my offer.
What offer? You can't live your life|under siege conditions.
I know that.
|I want to help you.
- Help me with what? The mail?|- The mail, the media, the chaos outside your door.
I can even arrange|for living quarters on campus if you'd like.
Or you can just live here, but the bottom line is, I want to use my resources|to protect you.
What do you get out of it? Tell me, Johnny, have you have you ever had|a boring vision? What? In all the time that|your dead zone has been active, have you ever touched someone|and seen them mowing the lawn? - No.
|- And you know why that is? I'll tell you why.
Because you are important.
You mean "unfortunate.
" I know this is not the life|you would have chosen, but it is the life|that chose you, and you cannot|deny the possibility that some other force|is guiding you, choosing what you see.
Just say his name.
|I know you're dying to.
Destiny, Johnny.
It is your destiny|to help people.
- I truly believe that.
|- I always thought destiny - was just a rosier word for fate.
|- You can call it whatever you like, but every event in your life|has been preparing you for this lessons to make you ready.
- Ready for what, Gene?|- Ah I will make it|my mission in life to help you discover|exactly what that is.
Think it over.
Call me when you're ready.
Sarah? - My God, you scared me.
|- Scared you? How'd you get in here? You gave these to me|10 years ago.
- I was just bringing them back.
|- 10:00 at night, - you're returning my keys?|- Well, I would've called, - but that didn't work last time.
|- I'm sorry about that.
Oh, Johnny,|look at this place.
- It's not that bad.
|- No, it just needs a bulldozer.
Why did you really|come here, Sarah? I, uh I came because I wanted|to give you something.
My keys? Something else.
You recognize this? You won it for me|in a nickel machine the night of the county fair.
|Remember? You put it on my finger|in the car, and you said,|"I know it's not three carats, but it is two months' salary.
" And how long have you been|holding on to that thing? I always meant|to give it back to you.
I just wanted to do it|at the right time, and then I realized|there may never be a right time.
- Why'd you come over here?|- I just told you.
How many times|are you going to ask me? Till you give me|the real answer.
I don't know.
I thought I knew.
I don't know, maybe|because sometimes I wake up in the middle|of the night, and for a second|I forget who I am.
But then I look over at Walt,|and remember.
But the first thing,|the first thought that goes through my mind is that somehow|I've been cheated.
And then I start to think,|"What if?" What if you were never|in that car crash? What if you and I never|made a son that night? But then it passes, and I'm myself again.
Except that lately it hasn't been passing And I don't know|if that's because I feel like|you're slipping away from me or if it's because my heart|is trying to tell me something.
Do you believe in fate, Johnny? I don't know yet.
You don't know? Doesn't that kill you,|not knowing? I mean do you ever|think about it? Ever? I never stopped|thinking about it.
Wait.
I'm afraid, Sarah of what I'll see.
My maiden name|was Bracknell, yes.
I'm glad you're here.
Are you sure we're not real,|Johnny? I brought someone|I want you to meet.
I want him to know you.
You are important.
I know this is not the life|you would have chosen, but it is the life|that chose you, and you cannot|deny the possibility that some other force|is guiding you, choosing what you see.
It is your destiny|to help people.
I truly believe that.
Every event in your life|has been preparing you for this.
Lessons to make you ready.
Greg, this rat should be crawling|over to our office.
- You're the mayor.
|- But then there's no surprise.
- Ouch.
|- Look at this.
Charlie,|Mayor Stillson is here.
How's tricks, Charlie? I'm busy here.
|What do you want? Just wanted to chat|with an old buddy.
Are you too busy to chat?|You've been chatting - to the Bangor Daily all week.
|- What are you talking about? No, it's what|you're talking about.
Dirty real estate deals,|kickbacks, payoffs.
One hand washing the other.
- You're a regular Deep Throat.
|- That Shady Pines article? - You think I was the source?|- Charlie, don't.
Just don't.
We know.
You know, Charlie,|something I learned running for office is that it's good practice|to make a list of friends and enemies, and to make sure|all the people that count are on one side or the other.
You think you can scare me|by putting my name on some list? Charlie You know, as of yet,|you're not on either list.
Because up until now,|you just didn't matter.
You know what, Greg? You can put my name|on whatever list you want.
So here.
Go blackmail|someone who cares.
Who said anything|about blackmail? - Hey!|- Charlie, Charlie - Let me tell you a story.
|- Stop! A story about a man who finds|some pictures in the mail, photos of himself|and another woman.
- Linda!|- That's right, Charlie, Linda, his secretary.
Call the police! - Linda, help!|- What, they didn't tell you? - I quit.
|- Linda's got a new job.
So the man is devastated.
|He's sick to his stomach.
Then the phone rings,|and a voice on the other line tells him that his wife|has been sent the photos, as well as her family|and his family, etc.
And then you know|what the poor sap does? He throws himself out|of his 15th-story window.
The body hits a parking meter,|head snaps clean off.
- I'll do anything you want.
|- Do you know what? You want to steer clear|of me, all right? You want to let|somebody else stop me, somebody with|a lot less to lose.
I won't stop you.
That's right, let somebody else|be the hero.
In the meantime, I'll put you|on my friends list.
Don't worry so much.
I'm not going to be|mayor forever.
for the office|of State Representative.
I, Gregory Ammas Stillson, do solemnly swear|to support the Constitution of the United States|of America and the Constitution of Maine against all enemies,|foreign and domestic - Lord, you're awake.
|- Something's wrong.
I take|this obligation freely, without mental reservation|or purpose of evasion, and that I will well|and faithfully discharge the duties|with which I am about to enter.
Something's wrong.
Something's wrong.
- You all finished?|- Mm-hmm.
- You ready for your big day?|- You ready for your big day? Am I ready for my big day?|Ready as I'll ever be.
Mom knows how much|I love crowd control.
- Call me at halftime.
|- Okay.
Aren't you going|to have any breakfast, Mom? I already had|a grapefruit.
- Bye.
|- Bye.
What the hell's|going on here? Yeah, and it's not|even Sunday.
- Would you like a Stillson button?|- No, thanks.
- Yeah.
|- Thank you.
Maybe I should come back|tomorrow, huh? Come back tomorrow.
Johnny! I didn't expect|to see you so soon.
Neither did I.
|This is my friend, Bruce.
- Hi.
|- Hi.
- Have you considered my offer?|- I won't take that trip after all, and I was thinking that,|at least on a trial basis, - I could use your resources.
|- Great! It's Johnny! I was thinking maybe I could|start right about now.
Johnny! I see what you mean.
|Come with me.
There's someone|I want you to meet.
You saw something,|didn't you? I'm not sure what,|but Johnny Smith, Greg Stillson,|future congressman, future senator, future who knows? - Reverend, we're ready.
|- Excuse me, gentlemen.
- I've heard of you.
|- Likewise.
Any friend of Reverend Purdy|is a friend of mine.
It's nice to meet you.
And now I'd like|to introduce a man, a young man who represents hope|for the next generation, a man who bridges the gap between the value of tradition|and the idealism of youth, because it is that bridge|which will define our common destiny|in the next millennium.
Greg Stillson! Hello.
|Thank you very much.
Thank each and every one of you|for showing up today.
Glad you could make it.
This is the guy.
|This is the guy.
My friends,|hold it, please.
I'd like to introduce|one more man.
You've seen him in the papers,|you know his name, and I'm proud to tell you that|he's agreed to join our cause Johnny Smith.
Come.
Come here.
|Come in here.
Thank you very much,|everyone.