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The losers club were in class when they were suddenly transported into, a Movie theater? They were all in the same row.They looked around seeing the bowers gang, or what’s left of it anyway. Looking back they saw their parents and the rest of the town. All of their first thoughts were along the lines of ‘is it back’. Before anyone could talk though. Someone walked in from a side door. “ Hello everyone.” “I’m guessing you're wondering why you're here.” “ Yeah, no shit.” Richie shouted at her. “shut up Richie” Eddie whispered back. She sent him a look and then said, “ well I wanted to show everyone what happened the summer of '89.” Everyone, except for a select seven started to wonder what was so important about that summer, except for Henry bowers killing his dad of course. “ But of course as some explanation I need to show you the October of 88'.” “Here we go.”
Rain. Lashing a windowpane.
A PIANO PLAYS somewhere off screen. Charles Ive’s Sonata No 2 for Piano.
INT. BILL’S BEDROOM
DAY A little boy gazes out into the storm. Nervous, eager, sweet. GEORGIE DENBROUGH GEORGE: Sure I won’t get in trouble, Bill?
Sharon and Zach stared eyes wide at what they were looking at. Bill started to shake a little realizing what she was showing. Stan and Bev grabbed his hands squeezing them knowing how seeing Georgie would affect him.
BILL his brother, sits up in bed, surrounded by tissues and sheets of newspaper. Finishing creases on a PAPER BOAT.
BILL: Don’t be a wuss. I’d come with you if I weren’t (cough) dying.
GEORGE: You’re not dying.
BILL: You didn’t see the vomit coming out of my nose this morning. He throws a Kleenex at Georgie.
BILL: Now g-g-go on, get the wax.
GEORGE:
In the cellar?
BILL You want it to float don’t you?
All of the losers shuddered at that, confusing their parents
Georgie. Hesitant. Scared, even. Resigned, he looks over at the WALKIE TALKIES laying on the shelf. Grabs one and goes.
Georgie hurries downstairs, catching a glimpse of their mother SHARON DENBROUGH in the parlor playing piano.
George’s stomach sinks as he comes face to face with THE CELLAR DOOR, Flinging the door open, George ventures his arm into the DARK VOID. He gropes around and finds the LIGHT SWITCH. Nothing. George snatches his arm back. The dark basement glares back at him, taunting. One... Two... Walkie CRACKLES.
Georgie jumps, startled.
BILL (over walkie) C’mon! H-Hurry up! Recovering, Georgie scrambles down the steps to THE CELLAR SHELF.
Sifts through junk as fast as he can: a BROKEN FLASHLIGHT, TURTLE WAX, a bag of colored BALLOONS.
He grabs the BOX OF PARAFFIN near the back of the shelf, and hurries back up the stairs.
Bill melts a chunk of paraffin with a match in a ceramic bowl, then dips his finger into the hot liquid and smears the wax along the sides of the boat.
BILL There you go. She’s all ready, Captain.
They both grin, George kisses Bill on the cheek, startling him.
GEORGIE: Thanks, Billy.
Sharon and Zach smile sadly at the scene while bill takes his hand out of Bev’s and reaches up to his cheek. Belch Huggins suddenly shouts out, “Why are we watching this.” She replies ominously, Smiling sadly “you’ll see.”
BILL: D-Don’t forget to put on all your rain stuff before you go out or mom’ll blow a circuit.
Bill looks to the rain-lashed window, piano still playing. He’s suddenly filled with a sense of foreboding.
Holding his boat, George exits through the Front Door. Once more, the Walkie in his Slicker’s Pocket CRACKLES to life
BILL: Be careful.
George stops and looks up at his Brother in the window looking down on him.
Georgie gives a little wave. EXT. WITCHAM STREET - LATER A DEAD TRAFFIC LIGHT sways overhead, its black lenses gazing back at A BOY IN A YELLOW SLICKER AND RED GALOSHES.
George races down the street past dark houses after his PAPER BOAT, which sluices along a gutter swollen with rushing rainwater toward the intersection.
Angle on the dripping street signs: WITCHAM & JACKSON. Rain taps on George’s hood sounding to his ears like rain on a shed roof, a comforting almost cozy sound.
The buckles of his galoshes make a merry jingle as he goes.
The boat whistles past a blockade of sawhorses marked DEPT OF DERRY PUBLIC WORKS. Georgie ducks under one to keep up with his boat. Continues to run, head down until -- SMACK! He runs right into one of those sawhorses, cutting off his path.
Georgie falls back while the Boat sails on.
GEORGE: No!
George gets back to his feet. Chases after his paper boat, reaching it just as it surfs up to the drain, circles around twice, and is swallowed up. George looks ready to cry.
GEORGE Oh, Bill’s gonna kill me.
“no I w-wouldn’t have”, Bill whispered.
He peers into the storm drain, water falling into darkness. A dank hollow sound comes from within, the boat kicking in and out of the shadows.
George snakes his arm through the grate, reaching for the boat, his nose pressed against the curb. Just as he’s about to get it a face appears.
A GREASY WHITE FACE George recoils from the storm drain, spooked.
That’s when a VOICE, a sad voice, rises up.
PENNYWISE: This your boat? George looks around, hoping someone else is around to hear this. It’s just him and the torrential rain.
An OLD WOMAN watches from the window of a house behind the storm drain.
CUT TO: POV from the OLD WOMAN’s house. She turns her attention back to her cat, scraping out the wet innards of a can of tuna into a plate on the window sill.It meows.
BACK TO GEORGIE:
PENNYWISE: It’s a nice boat. Floats.
George looks back at the drain. Deep inside there, lingering just on the edge of the shadows... IS A CLOWN, PENNYWISE
All the losers try to get closer together, not wanting to see him after everything that happened.
GEORGE: Why are you in the sewer?
PENNYWISE: Oh, the circus said not to say.
GEORGE: How come?
PENNYWISE: They don’t let me in on that stuff. I just do my tricks for the kids. You look like a nice boy. I’ll bet you have a lot of friends. 4.
GEORGE: Three. But my brother is my best best...
At hearing this a tear or two roll down bill’s cheek.
George glances at the paper boat, now kicking between Pennywise’s gnarly white feet. Pennywise picks up the boat.
PENNYWISE: Your best best. Is this his boat?
GEORGE: He made it for me.
A big grin swells across Pennywise’s face.
PENNYWISE: That’s a good brother. Where is he?
GEORGE: In bed. Sick.
PENNYWISE: Let me cheer him up. I’ll bring you both to the circus.
GEORGE: He won’t want to go.
PENNYWISE: Why not? There’s cotton candy and bearded women and all the balloons your brother could want.
GEORGE: He’s 13. He thinks balloons are dumb. And clowns are dumb. Pennywise’s face turns, a dawning awareness.
PENNYWISE: Well you don’t do you? George shrugs.
PENNYWISE (CONT’D) I’ll take just you then.
GEORGE: I don’t know. I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.
PENNYWISE: Smart parents, smart parents. Well I’m Pennywise to my friends. What do they call you?
GEORGE: G-Georgie.
PENNYWISE: Georgie. Now we aren’t strangers, are we? George shrugs, still not convinced. PENNYWISE (CONT’D) I promise I’ll have you back in time for dinner. Give me your hand, we’ll shake on it.
GEORGE You’re still a stranger. I don’t want to talk to you.
PENNYWISE Okay, shake and give me the silent treatment. Zip your lip up and shake
With his left hand Pennywise pretends to zip his own lip while offering his right through the sewer drain.
PENNYWISE (CONT’D) and I’ll give you back your boat. Pennywise holds Georgie’s boat out of the drain with his right hand. Georgie reaches out both hands, his left to receive his boat and his right for a handshake to signal their friendship.
He gets ever closer when Pennywise lunges.
Grabs Georgie’s hand. Jerks him down and toward the sewer, baring his mouthful of razor-like teeth.
Sharon and Zach reach for each other, crying at seeing what happened to their son. Bill starts crying more, the losers start trying to comfort him.
CUT TO the OLD WOMAN’s POV again.
The cat devours its food, the old woman pleased with his appetite.
She hears a scream and looks up, dropping the food and heading for her door as quickly as her old bones permit.
BACK ON GEORGIE On the ground. Crawling away from the drain. A gnawed and bloody stump where his right arm used to be seconds ago.
But at least he’s getting awa-- YANK! Georgie is pulled back into the blackness of the Storm Drain. Screaming as loud as his little lungs can manage.
CUT TO the OLD WOMAN’S POV one last time. As she totters from her building, staring in terrified wonderment at the drain across the street which has swallowed Georgie Denbrough whole.
“Why would you S-s-show us t-that.” Bill Whimpered. “Because although you seven know what happened, they don’t and they should know what happened.”Everyone looked to the losers club, wondering what they knew or what happened over the summer. “Who are you.” Stan said. “ Well that’s a little complicated to explain.” She said. “Well, it’s a little hard to explain, but I’ll try.” “ First I’m not going to tell you my name, but you can call me S.” “Second, I’m actually from a different dimension where your lives are movies, and I’m actually from 2020.” At the unconvinced faces she got, S decided to say one more thing about herself and what she would be showing them. “You don’t have to believe me. I just want to show you these so you can defeat it in about 24years.” “It comes back” Mike Whispers. “it does.” “I’m going to start this again now, But it starts back up when school lets out for summer break.”