The Shining

Jack Torrance:
God, I'd give anything for a drink. I'd give my god-damned soul for just a glass of beer.

Jack Torrance:
I'll just set my bourbon and advocaat down right here.

Jack Torrance:
Wendy, baby... I think you hurt my head real bad. I'm dizzy. I think I need a doctor.

Jack Torrance:
Wendy? You have a big surprise coming to you. Go check out the Snow Cat and the radio and you'll see what I mean. Go check it out! Ha ha ha! Go check it out!

Jack Torrance:
Wendy, I'm home.

Jack Torrance:
Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in. [Silence and a pause] Not by the hair of your chiny-chin-chins? Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in.

Jack Torrance:
Heeere's Johnny!

Jack Torrance:
Come out, come out, wherever you are!

Jack Torrance:
Danny! I'm coming! You can't get away! I'm right behind you!

Jack Torrance:
Wendy, darling, light of my life! I'm not gonna hurt you. You didn't let me finish my sentence. I said I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just gonna bash your brains in. I'm gonna bash 'em right the f*** in! [laughs]

Wendy Torrance:
It was just one of those things, you know. Purely an accident. My husband had, uh, been drinking, and he came home about three hours late. So he wasn't exactly in the greatest mood that night. And, well, Danny had scattered some of his school papers all over the room, and my husband grabbed his arm and pulled him away from them. It's - it's just the sort of thing you do a hundred times with a child, you know, in the park or in the streets. But on this particular occasion, my husband just used too much strength, and he injured Danny's arm. [Nervous laugh] Anyway, something good did come out of it all, because he said "Wendy, I'm never gonna touch another drop. And if I do, you can leave me." And he didn't, and he hasn't had any alcohol in, uh, five months.

Wendy Torrance:
[To Jack] You did this to him, didn't you? You son-of-a-b*tch! You did this to him! Didn't you?! [Jack shakes his head in denial] How could you? How could you?!

Wendy Torrance:
If Jack won't come with us, I'll just have to tell them that we're goin' by ourselves.

Wendy Torrance:
[When Tony says he does not want to go to the Overlook] Well, let's just wait and see. We're all going to have a real good time.

Danny Torrance:
Tony, I'm scared. [As Tony] Remember what Mr. Hallorann said: It's just like pictures in a book, it isn't real.

Danny Torrance:
[As Tony] Danny's not here, Mrs. Torrance … Danny can't wake up, Mrs. Torrance … Danny's gone away, Mrs. Torrance.

Danny Torrance:
Redrum … Redrum … Redrum … [Wendy sees it written backwards on the door, and in the mirror it spells "murder"]

Dick Hallorann:
We've got canned fruits and vegetables, canned fish and meats, hot and cold syrups, Post Toasties, Corn Flakes, Sugar Puffs, Rice Krispies, Oatmeal … and Cream of Wheat. You got a dozen jugs of black molasses, we got sixty boxes of dried milk, thirty twelve-pound bags of sugar … now we got dried peaches, dried apricots, dried raisins and dried prunes. [Telepathically to Danny] How'd you like some ice cream, Doc?

Dick Hallorann:
(Imitating Bugs Bunny) Eh, what's up, Doc?

Stuart Ullman:
Construction started in 1907. It was finished in 1909. The site is supposed to be located on an Indian burial ground, and I believe they actually had to repel a few Indian attacks as they were building it.

Grady Twins:
Hello, Danny. Come and play with us. Come and play with us, Danny. Forever …(*shot of bloody grady corpses) and ever (*) … and ever.

Hotel Guest:
Great party, isn't it?

Danny:
Do you really want to go and live in that hotel for the winter?

Wendy:
Sure I do. It'll be lots of fun.

Danny:
Yeah, I guess so. Anyway, there's hardly anybody to play with around here.

Wendy:
Yeah, I know. It always takes a little time to make new friends.

Danny:
Yeah, I guess so.

Wendy:
What about Tony? He's lookin' forward to the hotel, I bet.

Danny:
[as Tony] No, I ain't, Mrs. Torrance.

Wendy:
Now, come on, Tony, don't be silly.

Danny:
[as Tony] I don't want to go there, Mrs. Torrance.

Wendy:
Well, how come you don't want to go?

Danny:
[as Tony] I just don't.

Wendy:
Well, let's just wait and see. We're all going to have a real good time.

Ullman:
Jack is going to take care of the Overlook for this winter. I would like you to take him around the place as soon as we are through.

Watson:
Fine.

Ullman:
Jack is a schoolteacher.

Jack:
Eh, formerly a school teacher.

Watson:
What line of work are you in now?

Jack:
I'm a writer. Um... Teaching has been more or less a way of making ends meet.

Watson:
Well, this ought to be quite a change for you.

Jack:
Well, I'm looking for a change.

Ullman:
Our people in Denver recommended Jack very highly, and, for once, I agree with them. Let's see, where were we? Yes. I was about to explain that eh, our season here runs from oh May 15th to October 30th and then we close down completely until the following May.

Jack:
Do you mind if I ask why you do that? It seems to me that the skiing up here would be fantastic.

Ullman:
Oh, it sure would be, but the problem is the enormous cost it would be to keep the road to Sidewinder open. It's a, it's a twenty-five mile stretch of road, gets an average of twenty feet of snow during the winter, and there's just no way to make it economically feasible to keep it clear. When the place was built in 1907, there was very little interest in winter sports. And this site was chosen for its seclusion and scenic beauty.

Jack:
Well, it's certainly got plenty of that.

Ullman:
That's right. And did they give you any idea in Denver about what the job entails?

Jack:
Only in a very general way.

Ullman:
Well, the winters can be fantastically cruel, and the basic idea is to cope with the very costly damage and depreciation which can occur, and this consists mainly of running the boiler, heating different parts of the hotel on a daily, rotating basis, repair damage as it occurs, and doing repairs so that the elements can't get a foothold.

Jack:
Well, that sounds fine to me.

Ullman:
Physically, it's not a very demanding job. The only thing that can get a bit trying up here during the winter is, uh, a tremendous sense of isolation.

Jack:
Well, that just happens to be exactly what I'm looking for. I'm outlining a new writing project and, uh, five months of peace is just what I want.

Ullman:
That's very good, Jack, because for some people, solitude and isolation can, of itself, become a problem.

Jack:
Not for me.

Ullman:
How about your wife and son? How do you think they'll take to it?

Jack:
They'll love it.

Ullman:
Great. Well, before I turn you over to Bill, there's one other thing I think... we should talk about. I don't wanna sound melodramatic, but it's something that's been known to give a few people second thoughts about the job.

Jack:
I'm intrigued.

Ullman:
I don't suppose they told you anything in Denver about the tragedy we had in the Winter of 1970?

Jack:
I don't believe they did.

Ullman:
My predecessor in this job left a man named Charles Grady as the Winter caretaker. And he came up here with his wife and two little girls -- I think were eight and ten --, and he had a good employment record, good references, and from what I've been told he seemed like a completely normal individual. But at some point during the winter, he must have suffered some kind of a complete mental breakdown. He ran amok and... he killed his family with an axe, stacked them neatly in one of the rooms in the West wing and then he, he put both barrels of a shot gun in his mouth. Police thought that it was what the old-timers used to call "cabin fever": a kinda claustrophobic reaction that can occur when people are shut in together over long periods of time.

Jack:
Well, that is quite a story.

Ullman:
[chuckling] Yeah, it is. It's still hard for me to believe it happened here. It did, and I think you can appreciate why I wanted to tell you about it.

Jack:
I certainly can and I also understand why your people in Denver left it for you to tell me.

Ullman:
Well, obviously some people can be put off by staying alone in a place where something like that actually happened.

Jack:
Well. you can rest assured. Mr. Ullman, that's not going to happen with me. And as far as my wife is concerned, I'm sure she'll be absolutely fascinated when I tell her about it. She's a confirmed ghost story and horror film addict.

Wendy:
Hey? Wasn't it around here that the Donner Party got snowbound?

Jack:
I think that was farther west in the Sierras.

Wendy:
Oh …

Danny:
What was the Donner Party?

Jack:
They were a party of settlers in covered-wagon times. They got snowbound one winter in the mountains. They had to resort to cannibalism in order to stay alive.

Danny:
You mean they ate each other up?

Jack:
They had to, in order to survive.

Wendy:
Jack …

Danny:
Don't worry, Mom. I know all about cannibalism. I saw it on TV.

Jack:
You see? It's okay. He saw it on the television.

Wendy:
Are all these Indian designs authentic?

Ullman:
Yeah, I believe, the basics. Mainly on Navajo and, uh, Apache motifs.

Wendy:
Oh well, they're really gorgeous. As a matter of fact, this is probably the most gorgeous hotel I've ever seen.

Ullman:
Oh, this old place has had an illustrious past. In its heyday, it was one of the stopping places for the jet-set, even before anybody knew what a jet-set was. We had four presidents who have stayed here. Lots of movie stars.

Wendy:
Royalty?

Ullman:
All the best people.

Ullman:
We can accommodate up to three hundred people here very comfortably.

Wendy:
Boy, I'll betcha we could really have a good party in this room, huh, hun?

Ullman:
I'm afraid you're not gonna do too well here, unless you brought your own supplies. We always remove all the booze from the premises when we shut down. That reduces the insurance we normally have to carry.

Jack:
We don't drink.

Ullman:
Well, then you're in luck.

Hallorann:
Mrs. Torrance, your husband introduced you as Winifred. Now, are you a Winnie or a Freddy?

Wendy:
I'm a Wendy.

Hallorann:
Oh, that's nice. That's the prettiest.

Ullman:
By five o'clock tonight, you'll never know anybody was ever here.

Wendy:
Just like a ghost ship, huh?

Hallorann:
I can remember when I was a little boy. My grandmother and I could hold conversations entirely without ever opening our mouths. She called it "shining". And for a long time, I thought it was just the two of us that had the shine to us. Just like you probably thought you was the only one. But there are other folks, though mostly they don't know it, or don't believe it. How long have you been able to do it? [Danny doesn't answer] Why don't you wanna talk about it?

Danny:
I'm not supposed to.

Hallorann:
Who said you ain't supposed to?

Danny:
Tony.

Hallorann:
Who's Tony?

Danny:
Tony is a little boy that lives in my mouth.

Hallorann:
Is Tony the one that tells you things?

Danny:
Yes.

Hallorann:
How does he tell you things?

Danny:
It's like I go to sleep, and he shows me things. But when I wake up, I can't remember everything.

Hallorann:
Does your Mom and Dad know about Tony?

Danny:
Yes.

Hallorann:
Do they know he tells you things?

Danny:
No. Tony told me never to tell 'em.

Hallorann:
Has Tony ever told you anything about this place? About the Overlook Hotel?

Danny:
I don't know.

Hallorann:
Now think real hard now. Think!

Danny:
Maybe he showed me something.

Hallorann:
Try to think of what it was.

Danny:
Mr. Hallorann, are you scared of this place?

Hallorann:
No. I ain't scared of nothin' here. It's just that, you know, some places are like people. Some "shine" and some don't. I guess you could say the Overlook Hotel here has somethin' almost like "shining".

Danny:
Is there something bad here?

Hallorann:
Well, you know, Doc, when something happens, it can leave a trace of itself behind. Say like, if someone burns toast. Well, maybe things that happen leave other kinds of traces behind. Not things that anyone can notice, but things that people who "shine" can see. Just like they can see things that haven't happened yet. Well, sometimes they can see things that happened a long time ago. I think a lot of things happened right here in this particular hotel over the years … and not all of 'em was good.

Danny:
What about Room 237?

Hallorann:
Room 237?

Danny:
You're scared of Room 237, ain't ya?

Hallorann:
No, I ain't.

Danny:
Mr. Hallorann. What's in Room 237?

Hallorann:
Nothin'. There ain't nothin' in Room 237. But you ain't got no business goin' in there anyway, so stay out. You understand? Stay out!

[Wendy brings Jack breakfast in bed]

Wendy:
It's really pretty outside. How about taking me for a walk after you've finished your breakfast?

Jack:
Oh, I suppose I oughta try to do some writing first.

Wendy:
Any ideas yet?

Jack:
Lots of ideas. No good ones.

Wendy:
Well, something'll come. It's just a matter of settling back into the habit of writing every day.

Jack:
Yeah, that's all it is

Wendy:
It's really nice up here, isn't it?

Jack:
I love it, I really do. I've never been this happy or comfortable anywhere.

Wendy:
Yeah, it's amazing how fast you get used to such a big place. I tell you, when we first came up here, I thought it was kind of scary.

Jack:
I fell in love with it right away. When I came up here for my interview, it was as though I had been here before. I mean, we all have moments of déjà vu, but this was ridiculous. It was almost as though I knew what was going to be around every corner.

Wendy:
Get a lot written today?

Jack:
Yes.

Wendy:
Hey! Weather forecast said it's gonna snow tonight!

Jack:
What do you want me to do about it?

Wendy:
Aw, come on, hun. Don't be so grouchy.

Jack:
I'm not being grouchy. I just want to finish my work.

Wendy:
Okay, I understand. I'll come back later on with a couple of sandwiches for ya, and maybe you'll let me read something then.

Jack:
Wendy, let me explain something to you. Whenever you come in here and interrupt me, you're breaking my concentration. You're distracting me! [he hits his head with the palm of his hand, rips up his manuscript, and throws it onto the floor] And it will then take me time to get back to where I was! Understand?!

Wendy:
Yeah.

Jack:
Fine. I'm gonna make a new rule: whenever I'm in here, and you hear me typing,[presses down hard on random keys] whether you don't hear me typing, whatever the f*** you hear me doing in here, when I'm in here, that means that I am working. That means don't come in. Now, do you think you can handle that?

Wendy:
Yeah.

Jack:
Fine. Why don't you start right now and get the f*** outta here, hm?

Wendy:
Okay.

[Danny enters the room finding Jack awake sitting on his bed]

Danny:
Can I go to my room and get my fire-engine?

Jack:
Come here for a minute, first. [Danny sits with Jack] How's it going, Doc?

Danny:
Okay.

Jack:
Are you having a good time?

Danny:
Yes, Dad.

Jack:
Good. I want you to have a good time.

Danny:
I am, Dad. Dad?

Jack:
Yes.

Danny:
Do you feel bad?

Jack:
No. I'm just a little tired.

Danny:
Then why don't you go to sleep?

Jack:
I can't. I have too much to do.

Danny:
Dad?

Jack:
Yes?

Danny:
Do you like this hotel?

Jack:
Yes I do. I love it. Don't you?

Danny:
I guess so.

Jack:
Good. I want you to like it here. I wish we could stay here for ever, and ever... ever.

Danny:
Dad?

Jack:
What?

Danny:
You wouldn't ever hurt Mommy and me, would you?

Jack:
What do you mean? Did your mother ever say that to you... that I would hurt you?

Danny:
No, Dad.

Jack:
Are you sure?

Danny:
Yes, Dad.

Jack:
I love you, Danny. I love you more than anything else in the whole world, and I'd never do anything to hurt you, never... You know that, don't you, huh?

Danny:
Yes, Dad.

Jack:
Good.

Jack:
The most terrible nightmare I ever had! It's the most horrible dream I ever had!

Wendy:
It's okay, it's okay now. Really.

Jack:
I dreamed that I - that I killed you and Danny. But I didn't just kill you. I cut you up into little pieces. Oh my God! I must be losing my mind.

Wendy:
Everything's gonna be all right.

Jack:
Hi, Lloyd. A little slow tonight, isn't it? [laughs]

Lloyd:
Yes, it is, Mr. Torrance. What'll it be?

Jack:
I'm awfully glad you asked me that, Lloyd. Because I just happen to have two twenties and two tens right here in my wallet. I was afraid they were gonna be there until next April. So here's what: you slip me a bottle of bourbon, a little glass, and some ice. You can do that, can't you, Lloyd? You're not too busy, are you?

Lloyd:
No, sir, I'm not busy at all.

Jack:
Good man! You set 'em up and I'll knock 'em back, Lloyd. One by one. "White man's burden," Lloyd, my man, white man's burden. [Jack opens his wallet and finds that it's empty] Say, Lloyd, it seems I'm temporarily light. How's my credit in this joint, anyway?

Lloyd:
Your credit's fine, Mr. Torrance.

Jack:
That's swell. I like you, Lloyd. I always liked you. You were always the best of 'em. Best god-damn bartender from Timbuktu to Portland, Maine - or Portland, Oregon, for that matter.

Lloyd:
Thank you for saying so.

Jack:
Here's to five miserable months on the wagon and all the irreparable harm that it's caused me.

Lloyd:
How are things going, Mr. Torrance?

Jack:
Things could be better, Lloyd. Things could be a whole lot better.

Lloyd:
I hope it's nothing serious.

Jack:
No. Nothing serious. Just a little problem with the ol' sperm bank upstairs. Nothing I can't handle, though, Lloyd. Thanks.

Lloyd:
Women. Can't live with 'em. Can't live without 'em.

Jack:
Words of wisdom, Lloyd. Words of wisdom. I never laid a hand on him, goddamn it. I didn't. I wouldn't touch one hair on his goddamn little head. I love the little son-of-a-b*tch. I'd do anything for him, any f***in' thing for him. But that b*tch -- as long as I live, she'll never let me forget what happened. I did hurt him once, okay? But it was an accident, completely unintentional. Could have happened to anybody, and it was three god-damned years ago! The little f***er had thrown all my papers all over the floor. All I tried to do was pull him up - a momentary loss of muscular coordination, all right? A few extra foot-pounds of energy per second, per second... [snaps his fingers]

Wendy:
Jack, there's someone else in the hotel with us. There's a crazy woman in one of the rooms. She tried to strangle Danny!

Jack:
Are you out of your f***in' mind?

Wendy:
No, this is the truth, really! I swear it! Danny told me! He went up into one of the bedrooms. The door was open, and he saw this crazy woman in the bathtub. She tried to strangle him!

Jack:
Which room was it?

Wendy:
Did you find anything?

Jack:
No, nothing at all. I didn't see one god-damned thing.

Wendy:
You went into the room Danny said - to 237?

Jack:
Yes, I did.

Wendy:
And you didn't see anything at all?

Jack:
Absolutely nothin'. How is he?

Wendy:
He's still asleep.

Jack:
Good. I'm sure he'll be himself again in the morning.

Wendy:
Well, are you sure it was the right room? I mean, maybe Danny made a mistake.

Jack:
He must have gone in that room. The door was open, the lights were on.

Wendy:
Oh, I just don't understand it. What about those bruises on his neck? Somebody did that to him.

Jack:
I think … he did it to himself.

Wendy:
No, that's not possible.

Jack:
Wendy, once you rule out his version of what happened, there is no other explanation, is there? It wouldn't be that different from the episode that he had before we came up here, would it?

Wendy:
[distorted, from Danny's point of view] Whatever the explanation is, I think we have to get Danny out of here.

Jack:
Get him out of here?

Wendy:
Yes.

Jack:
You mean just leave the hotel?

Wendy:
Yes.

Jack:
It is so f***ing typical of you to create a problem like this when I finally have a chance to accomplish something - when I'm really into my work! I could really write my own ticket if I went back to Boulder now, couldn't I? Shoveling out driveways? Work in a car wash? Any of that appeal to you?

Wendy:
Jack.

Jack:
Wendy, I have let you f*** up my life so far, but I am not gonna let you f*** this up!

Lloyd:
Good evening, Mr. Torrance.

Jack:
Hi Lloyd. Been away, but now I'm back.

Lloyd:
Good evening, Mr. Torrance. It's good to see you.

Jack:
It's good to be back, Lloyd.

Lloyd:
What'll it be, sir?

Jack:
Hair of the dog that bit me.

Lloyd:
Bourbon on the rocks.

Jack:
That'll do her.

Lloyd:
No charge to you, Mr. Torrance.

Jack:
No charge?

Lloyd:
Your money is no good here. Orders from the house.

Jack:
Orders from the house?

Lloyd:
Drink up, Mr. Torrance.

Jack:
I'm the kind of man who likes to know who's buyin' their drinks, Lloyd.

Lloyd:
It's not a matter that concerns you, Mr. Torrance. At least not at this point.

Jack:
Anything you say, Lloyd. Anything you say.

Jack:
What do they call you around here, Jeevesy?

Grady:
Grady, sir. Delbert Grady.

Jack:
Grady?

Grady:
Yes, sir.

Jack:
Delbert Grady.

Grady:
That's right, sir.

Jack:
Eh, Mr. Grady... haven't I seen you somewhere before?

Grady:
Why no, sir. I don't believe so. [continues cleaning Jack's coat] Ah ha, it's coming off now, sir.

Jack:
Eh... Mr. Grady... weren't you once the caretaker here?

Grady:
Why no, sir. I don't believe so.

Jack:
You, er, a married man, are you, Mr. Grady?

Grady:
Yes, sir. I have a wife and, uh two daughters, sir.

Jack:
And, er... where are they now?

Grady:
Oh, they're somewhere around. I'm not quite sure at the moment, sir.

Jack:
[takes Grady's cloth and wipes his hand with it] Mr. Grady, you were the caretaker here. I recognize you. I saw your picture in the newspapers. You, uh … chopped your wife and daughters up into little bits. And … then you blew your brains out.

Grady:
That's strange, sir. I don't have any recollection of that at all.

Jack:
Mr. Grady, you were the caretaker here.

Grady:
I'm sorry to differ with you, sir, but you are the caretaker. You've always been the caretaker. I should know, sir. I've always been here.

[Jack chuckles]

Grady:
Did you know, Mr. Torrance, that your son is attempting to bring an outside party into this situation? Did you know that?

Jack:
No.

Grady:
He is, Mr. Torrance.

Jack:
Who?

Grady:
A n*gger.

Jack:
A n*gger?

Grady:
A n*gger … cook.

Jack:
How?

Grady:
Your son has a very great talent. I don't think you are aware how great it is, but he is attempting to use that very talent against your will.

Jack:
He is a very willful boy.

Grady:
Indeed he is, Mr. Torrance. A very willful boy. A rather … naughty boy, if I may be so bold, sir.

Jack:
It's his mother. She, uh … interferes.

Grady:
Perhaps … they need a good talking to, if you don't mind my saying so. Perhaps … a bit more. My girls, sir, they didn't care for the Overlook at first. One of them actually stole a pack of matches and tried to burn it down. But I … corrected them, sir. And when my wife tried to prevent me from doing my duty, I … corrected her.

[Wendy is reading Jack's manuscript which constantly says "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy"]

Jack:
How do you like it?

Wendy:
[screams] Jack!

Jack:
How do you like it? What are you doing down here?

Wendy:
I just … wanted … to talk to you.

Jack:
Okay. Let's talk. What do you want to talk about?

Wendy:
I … I can't really remember.

Jack:
You can't remember?

Wendy:
No. I can't.

Jack:
[distorted, from Danny's point of view] Maybe it was about Danny? Maybe it was about him. I think we should discuss Danny. I think we should discuss … what should be done with him. [normally] What should be done with him?

Wendy:
I don't know.

Jack:
I don't think that's true. I think you have some very definite ideas about what should be done with Danny, and I'd like to know what they are.

Wendy:
I think maybe he should be taken to a doctor.

Jack:
You think maybe he should be taken to a doctor.

Wendy:
Yes.

Jack:
When do you think maybe he should be taken to a doctor?

Wendy:
As soon as possible.

Jack:
[cruelly imitating Wendy] "As soon as possible."

Wendy:
Jack … please.

Jack:
You believe his health might be at stake.

Wendy:
Yes.

Jack:
And you are concerned about him.

Wendy:
Yes.

Jack:
And are ya concerned about me?

Wendy:
Of course I am!

Jack:
[sarcastically] Of course you are! Have you ever thought about my responsibilities?

Wendy:
Oh, Jack, what are you talking about?

Jack:
Have you ever had a single moment's thought about my responsibilities?! Have you ever thought for a single solitary moment about my responsibilities to my employers?! Has it ever occurred to you that I have agreed to look after the Overlook Hotel until May 1st?! Does it matter to you at all that the owners have placed their complete confidence and trust in me, and that I have signed a letter of agreement - a contract - in which I have accepted that responsibility?! Do you have the slightest idea what a moral and ethical principle is?! Do you?! Has it ever occurred to you what would happen to my future if I were to fail to live up to my responsibilities? Has it ever occurred to you?! Has it?!

Wendy:
[swinging the bat at him with short, chopping strokes] Stay away from me!

Jack:
Why?

Wendy:
I just want to go back to my room.

Jack:
Why?

Wendy:
Well, I'm very confused. I just need a chance to think things over.

Jack:
You've had your whole f***ing life to think things over! What good's a few minutes more gonna do you now?

Wendy:
Stay away from me! Please! Don't hurt me!

Jack:
I'm not gonna hurt you.

Wendy:
Stay away from me!

Jack:
Wendy …

Wendy:
Stay away!

Jack:
Darling, light of my life, I'm not gonna hurt you. You didn't let me finish my sentence. I said: I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm just gonna bash your brains in. I'm gonna bash 'em right the f*** in! [laughs]

Wendy:
Stay away from me! Don't hurt me!

Jack:
I'm not gonna hurt you.

Wendy:
Stay away from me! Please!

Jack:
Stop swinging the bat.

Wendy:
Stay away from me!

Jack:
Put the bat down, Wendy.

Wendy:
Stop it!

Jack:
Wendy, give me the bat.

Wendy:
Please! Stay away!

Jack:
Give me the bat.

Wendy:
Stop it!

Jack:
Give me the bat.

Wendy:
Jack, stay away from me!

Jack:
Stop swinging the bat.

Wendy:
Please stop!

Jack:
Give me the bat, Wendy.

Wendy:
Stay away!

Jack:
[deep voice] Wendy! [normal voice] Give me the bat. Give me the bat. [grabs for the bat, Wendy hits his hand] Goddamn!

[Wendy hits Jack over the head and he falls down the stairs, unconscious]

Grady:
I see you can hardly have taken care of the business we discussed.

Jack:
No need to rub it in, Mr. Grady. I'll deal with that situation as soon as I get out of here.

Grady:
Will you indeed, Mr. Torrance? I wonder. I have my doubts. I and others have come to believe that your heart is not in this, that you haven't the belly for it.

Jack:
Just give me one more chance to prove it, Mr. Grady. That's all I ask.

Grady:
Your wife appears to be stronger than we imagined, Mr. Torrance, somewhat more … resourceful. She seems to have got the better of you.

Jack:
For the moment, Mr. Grady. Only for the moment.

Grady:
I fear you will have to deal with this matter in the harshest possible way, Mr. Torrance. I fear … that is the only thing to do.

Jack:
There's nothing I'd look forward to with greater pleasure, Mr. Grady.

Grady:
You give your word on that? Do you, Mr. Torrance?

Jack:
I give you my word.

[The door is unlocked, letting Jack out]

Some places are like people:
some shine and some don't

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy …

A Masterpiece of Modern Horror

Stanley Kubrick's epic nightmare of horror

The Horror is driving him crazy

The tide of terror that swept America is HERE [UK Poster]

He Came As The Caretaker, But This Hotel Had Its Own Guardians - Who'd Been There A Long Time

You set m up Lloyd, ill knock m back

Danny[possessed by Tony]Redrum … Redrum … Redrum …

Wendy:
Danny, stop it.

[Wendy sees it written backwards on the door, and in the mirror it spells "murder". Only then they hear Jack chopping on the door with an ax. Wendy and Danny escapes into the bathroom. Wendy then locks the door and clears out the toiletries on top of the toilet's tank to open the window. Jack manages to break through parts of it.]

Jack:
Wendy, I'm home.

[He unlocks the door and lets himself in. In the bathroom, Wendy clears out some snow to make room for Danny. She slides him out to safety. When Wendy attempts to escape the same way, she finds herself trapped in the bathroom as the window's opening isn't big enough to let her through.]

Jack:
[Advancing in the bedroom] Come out. Come out, wherever you are.

[In the bathroom, Wendy opens the bathroom window again and attempts to escape from there, but she is still stuck.]

Wendy:
Danny, I can't get out. Quick, get him out. Run.

[Danny runs out and Wendy grabs the bread knife to defend herself behind the wall and nearby the shower. Inside the bedroom, Jack notices the bathroom door locked and smiles intently knowing his family is there.]

Jack:
Little pigs. Little Pigs, let me come in. [gets no answer] Not by the hair on your chinny chin-chin. Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!

[He uses the ax to chop open the bathroom door open and Wendy screams in terror as she begs him to stop. After breaking down parts of the door, he peers in to see her]

Jack:
Here's Johnny!

[As he attempts to reach in the bathroom to open the door, Wendy slices his hand]

Ahhhhhhhhhhh

Ullman:
Physically, it's not a very demanding job. The only thing that can get a bit trying up here during the winter is... the tremendous sense of isolation.

Jack:
Well, that just happens to be exactly what I'm looking for. I'm outlining a new writing project and, uh, five months of peace is just what I need.

Ullman:
That's very good, Jack. Because... for some people, solitude and isolation can, in itself, become a problem.

Jack:
Not for me.

Ullman:
I don't suppose they told you anything in Denver about the tragedy we had up here during the winter of 1970?

Jack:
I don't believe they did.

Ullman:
Well, my predecessor in this job hired a man named Charles Grady as the winter caretaker. And he came up here with his wife and two little girls - I think they were about eight and ten - and he had a good employment record, good references, and from what I've been told he seemed like a completely normal individual. But at some point during the winter, he must have suffered some kind of complete mental breakdown. He ran amok and... he killed his family with an axe. Stacked them neatly in one of the rooms in the West Wing, and then he... put both barrels of a shotgun in his mouth. Police thought it was what the old-timers used to call cabin fever; a kind of claustrophobic reaction that can occur when people are shut in together over long periods of time.

Jack:
Well, that is quite a story.

Ullman:
[chuckling] Yeah, yeah it is. Oh, it's still hard for me to believe it actually happened here, but it did. So I think you can appreciate why I wanted to tell you about it.

Jack:
I certainly can, and I also understand why your people in Denver left it for you to tell me.