Your Dirty Little Secret

ACE: 

Doctor! Doctor, where are you? 

I want to talk to you! 


Time’s Champion : 

Ace! What's the matter? 


ACE: 

Face-ache Matthews in there says 

this house is Gabriel Chase. 


Time’s Champion: 

So? 


ACE: 

It was all falling down 

last time I saw it in 1983. 

You tricked me! 

This is Perivale! 


(Two maids enter and Ace runs up the stairs. He follows her.) 


Time’s Champion: 

Ace!

Ace. 


ACE: 

It's True, isn't it. 

This is the house I told you about. 


Time’s Champion: 

You were thirteen. 

You climbed over The Wall for a dare. 


ACE: 

That's your surprise, isn't it, 

bringing me back here. 


Time’s Champion: 

Remind me what it was that you sensed 

when you entered this deserted house —

An aura of Intense Evil?

 
ACE: 

Don't you have things you hate? 


Time’s Champion: 

I can't stand burnt toast — 

I loathe bus stations; 

Terrible places, 

full of lost luggage and lost souls. 

ACE: 

I told you I never wanted 

to come back here again. 


Time’s Champion: 

….and then there's unrequited Love, 

and Tyranny, and Cruelty. 


ACE: 

Too right. 


Time’s Champion: 

We all have A Universe of 

Our Own Terrors to face. 


ACE: 

I face mine on my own terms!

Time’s Champion: 

But don't you want to know 

what happened here? 


ACE: 

No! 


Time’s Champion: 

You've learned something — 

something you didn't recognise when you were thirteen. 


ACE: 

Like what? 


Time’s Champion: 

The NATURE of The Horror 

that you sensed here. 


ACE: 

[having a Revelation]

….it’s alien!

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 13 :

Come on, you. Come on.

Ken, you little bitch...

Henry Bower’s 

Hetro-Cousin :

Yes!

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 13 :

You're fucking good.

Henry Bower’s 

Hetro-Cousin :

Game Over.

Ah, well, I gotta go. 

Hey! Um...

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 13 :

How about we go again?

Play some more, you know?

Henry Bower’s 

Hetro-Cousin :

Fuck you, man.

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 13 :

…..only if you want to.

Henry Bower’s 

Hetro-Cousin :

Dude, why are you 

being weird?

I'm not your fucking boyfriend.

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 13 :

Whoa, I... I didn't...

Henry Bowers :

What the fuck's going on here?

Henry Bower’s 

Hetro-Cousin :

You assholes didn't tell me 

Your Town is full of little fairies.

Henry Bowers :

Richie fucking Tozier?

What? You're trying to bone 

my little cousin?

Get the fuck out of here, faggot!

Fucking move!

Paul Bunyan :

Want a kiss, Richie?

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 13:

It's not real. It's not real. 

It's not real. It's not real.

It's not real. It's not real. 

It's not real. It's not real.

It's not real. It's not real. 

It's not real. It's not real.

I think I just shit my pants.

Henry Bower’s 

DEAD Hetro-Cousin :

Canal Days Festival. 

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 40 :

Shit.

Henry Bower’s 

DEAD Hetro-Cousin :

Closing performance is tonight.

Hope to see you there, handsome.

The Clown :

Did you miss me, Richie?

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 40 :

Oh, fuck!

The Clown :

'Cause I've missed you.

No one wants to play 

with The Clown anymore.

Play A Game with me, would ya?

How about Street Fighter?

Oh, yes. You like that one, don't you?

Or maybe Truth or Dare?

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 40 :

Jesus.

The Clown :

Oh, you wouldn't want anyone 

to pick "Truth," though, 

would ya, Richie?

You wouldn't want anyone to know 

what you're hiding.

♪ I know your secret ♪

♪ Your dirty, little secret ♪

♪ Oh, I know your secret ♪

♪ Your dirty, little secret ♪ 

Should I tell them, Richie?

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 40 :

This isn't happening. 

This isn't real.

It isn't real. 

It isn't happening. 

It isn't real.

The Clown :

Come back and play!

Come back and play 

with The Clown!

“Uh, I don't normally read a lot of fiction anymore. 

I haven't for several years, 

but a couple of days ago, 

someone sent me the new Stephen King book. 

You know, 

I started reading his books 

when I was probably 10 or 11 years old. 

People have always undervalued him. 

You know, they look at him as this, um, hack. 

This hack writer who churns out horror novels. 

In all of his books at The End, 

he always addresses The Reader. 

You know, he thanks you 

for going on this voyage with him, 

and so I wanted to read it to you :

“All right, I think we've been down here in The Dark long enough.

There's a whole other world upstairs. 

Take my hand, constant reader, 

and I'll be happy to lead you back into The Sunshine. 

I'm happy to go there 

because I believe most people are essentially Good. 

I know that I am. 

It's you I'm not entirely sure of." 

— Stephen King 

& Damian Echols