Carnivàle (2003–2005): Season 2, Episode 2 - Alamogordo, N.M. - full transcript
Ben travels on his own to Alamogordo to seek out Father Kerrigan, a former preacher residing in a lunatic asylum - who knew his father, and who tells him to beware of a mysterious tattooed man that both Ben and Brother Justin see in their dreams. Back at Carnivale, Stumpy continues his pursuit of Rita Sue and Libby's well being by gambling. Ben finds a distraught Sofie wandering on the road and brings her back to the troupe, while nobody realizes that although Sofie's mother is dead, her ghost (whom only Sofie can see and hear) still lingers around her. Still worried about the missing Lodz' whereabouts, Lila looks through his trailer and finds that he couldn't have left at all. Sofie comes to a decision about where she stands with Carnivale by doing some manual labor, which upsets the other men in the company. Meanwhile, Stroud breaks out of prison to begin his mission for Brother Justin. In Mintern, Justin and Iris start to make groundwork on the location of his latest ministry, the Temple of Jericho, while Dolan continues investigating the Dignity Ministry fire. Also, Justin starts paying late-night visits to a tattoo artist in Mintern's Chinatown ...
2x02 - Alamogordo, N.M.
... "And though I am alone tonight,
I can sense your presence.
"You are with me, and I with you."
Keep it moving. I said move your feet.
"Some of you are warm by the fireplace,
the children sleeping upstairs."
... "Many of you are cold and hungry,
carried down the highway
"like autumn leaves in a stream.
But all of you have one thing in common.
"Deep inside."
* Varlyn Stroud... *
* I need you. *
... "You are alone, alone
when we are torn from the womb,
"Alone when we die...
"Alone when we stand and face judgment."
* Release my apostle. He is a good man. *
"All who come before us and all who
follow after, a thousand million souls--
"All alone."
* He is my archangel made flesh. *
"And yet...
I feel you here with me.
"I am no stranger to your hopelessness."
* Find Henry Scudder. *
"The Bible tells us we were made
in the glorious image of our Maker.
"We are no less perfect than He.
"And yet we look to him for absolution,
"when instead we need
only look into ourselves."
- Devin Kerrigan?
- Yes, ma'am--
I mean, Sister.
Please have a seat.
If you just wanna give me
his room number,
I reckon I can find the way up.
- I don't wanna be no trouble.
- Have a seat.
Are you Mr. Hawkins?
Yeah.
You may see Father Kerrigan now.
Is something wrong?
No. I mean...
How'd you know my name?
It was on the list, of course.
- So what's this list I'm on?
- Authorized visitors.
How'd you pick my name off of it?
It's a very short list.
There's just your name and one other.
Henry Scudder.
As a matter of fact, yes.
Oh, jeez.
"Cheeks are hollow,
skin is withered, crone-time comes,
"this life comes to an end.
'Life-- life, death, life,'
the words of a crone."
Cheeks are hollow, skin is withered.
Cheeks are hollow, skin is withered.
Crone-time comes,
this life comes to an end.
Life--
this life comes to an end.
"Life, death, life."
Cheeks hollow, skin withered.
Crone-time comes,
this life comes to an end.
Father Kerrigan?
There is someone here to see you.
The words of a crone.
This life comes to an end.
"Life, death, life,"
the words of a crone...
Father Kerrigan...
Who is he?
Cheeks are hollow,
the skin is withered.
What is he?
Crone-time comes,
this life comes to an end.
Where's Scudder?
Life, death, life.
Life! Death! Life!
The words of a crone!
You knew him. Do you have any idea
where he went to?
... This life comes to an end.
The words of the crone.
Christ, what'd he do to you?
Crone-time comes,
this life comes to an end!
The words of the crone.
Life.
Death.
Life.
The crone.
"After the great war
between heaven and hell
"God made the Earth,
and gave dominion over it
"to the crafty ape he called man."
Justin?
You didn't come down for breakfast.
Oh...
I must have been lost in prayer.
- All morning?
- There is much to pray for.
Sometimes I think you get lost
in your own importance.
You mean my work?
- The Lord's work.
- Yes, of course.
That's what I mean.
You might also beware of false prophets.
Dolan?
Envy?
Come now, Iris.
I trust you much more
than I trust Tommy Dolan.
Get off the road!
Hell, we're like family.
You don't steal from family.
Everybody knows that.
Well, all I'm saying is
the count has been skinny.
Hell, you better trying squeezing
another dime out of these chili-pickers.
I swear to God, Samson,
I'm telling the truth,
as the Lord is my witness.
Fine.
Aw hell, do you think I'd steal
from you after all we've been through?
- Hell.
- All right. All right.
Hey, have you heard
that Huggins & Fisk folded?
Huggins & Fisk? That's a big outfit.
Went back to the barn last month.
Well, times is hard, I'll give ya that.
Yeah, that's what Thames was saying.
- Uh, Clarence Thames?
- None other.
Got a letter from him
day before yesterday.
Him and Marge and the girls are
lookin' for a place to land.
- No kidding.
- Them Thames girls, flash act.
Oh! Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle!
Would you look at this?
Rita sue must have
washed them in my pants.
There's one...
five, 10, $16.
Well, I'll be damned.
- See you, Stump.
- See you, Samson.
Gold-bricking little chiseler.
You little shit-- ow!
God damn.
As I live and breathe.
Skeeter Lewis. My old flame.
It's good to see ya back!
Let say we grab ourselves a snort
after the show... Catch up on our lies?
Skeeter Lewis. Damn.
C'mon, Gabe.
"The words of the crone."
Hallelujah!
"The work is great,
for this temple is not for man,
but for the Lord God!"
Praise the Lord!
Amen!
As I look out on the faces
of the men, women and children
who have joined us here today
at the birth of the temple of Jericho...
- Hallelujah!
- Aaaa-men.
Amen, amen, Brother Justin.
... I cannot help but be reminded
of some other children,
innocent martyrs who perished horribly
in the flames of the dignity ministry,
to whom I dedicate this holy place.
Amen.
- To the memory of Polly Ann Bonham.
- Amen.
- Goody Williams.
- Amen.
- Arlis Pratt.
- Amen.
- Bobby Keeland.
- Amen.
Let us bow our heads in silent prayer,
so that their souls may enter
into the eternal glory
of our Lord's house.
Amen.
Tell me something, Eleanor.
Was anyone still in the ministry
when you and Lester went home?
- The children.
- Yes, I mean besides the children.
- Miss Keener the nurse.
- Anyone who didn't die in the fire?
No.
- No one except Miss Iris.
- Miss Iris? Really?
She always came by to tuck them in.
She was as devoted to those kids
as if'n they was her own.
Mr. Dolan.
And Eleanor.
Oh, Miss Iris.
We was just-- remarking how lovely
the choir sounded today.
- You must've been practicing all night.
- No, not all night.
If you'll excuse us,
there's a photographer I know
who's real anxious to get some shots of
this lovely lady and her esteemed brother
for the evening edition.
Oh. Well, you better get on then.
Right this way.
Oh, excuse me.
Why, what's the matter, child?
Oh there, there, there.
Be calm.
Another big smile for me.
Perfect. Thank you.
Samson's got us
by the short and curlies.
- He got all uppity on me.
- Well, we were cheating him.
Just a little bit more than usual.
Ow. Jesus H.
Mebbe you should go out and look
for Sofie too, daddy.
Well, there ain't but a few roads.
Samson or Jones's crew got them covered.
Ow!
God blast it, you son of--!
Felix, she could be out there,
sick or hurt.
Or she could be on a train, halfway
to sunny Californee for all we know.
Jesus H. Particular Christ!
Should of kept my eye on her.
I don't know what I was thinking.
I wonder why she just
took off, just like that.
You talk to her yesterday, Lib?
She say anything to you?
- No, mama.
- It don't take a genius to figure out.
There's just nothing here
for her anymore.
Excuse me.
Poor thing.
Finally found herself a friend
and then all of a sudden--
God damn it! God damn-it!
- Would you give me that?
- What?
Here.
Hey, Sofie!
Hey! Where're you going, girl?
Sofie?
Sofie. Hey!
Wait up.
Sofie!
Sofie?
Sofie.
Boneless Billy Benson didn't start off life
as a sideshow curiosity.
Oh no, ladies and gentlemen,
this seemingly normal
young man was employed
as a steeplejack in the windy city.
That's Chicago, lady.
One day, he fell eight stories
yet found himself completely unharmed.
Turns out Billy has the amazing ability
to relocate every bone of his body at will!
I'll bet he can lick himself just like a dog.
If you was the alternative,
I sure as hell hope so!
All right!
I want to thank you
for coming tonight, gents.
But I cannot be held responsible
for any laundry bills.
Well now, ain't you the sports?
I'll tell you what, I got something here
that I don't offer
but the most discriminating of gentlemen.
Anybody here in this little intimate crowd
of ours ever heard of Mae West?
Yes!
Well, she ain't here tonight.
But it seems a certain private detective
in Hollywood, California,
managed to get a shot of her doing
something so perverse,
so depraved with one
of her famous love slaves,
that the photograph has been
banned in all 48 states!
Now what you do is you line up
a little hole here with another hole here.
And you can look right through it.
You twist them a bit...
Right, right...
Right...
Now, boys, by God I can't tell if
that's Errol Flynn or Rudolph Valentino.
All right.
Ooh no, that's big Rudy all right.
Two bits, gentlemen! Two bits.
A small price for big excitement!
Come on, gentlemen,
take one pair, boys, one pair.
- I want two!
- There you are.
Where'd you run off to, girl?
You had us fit!
She was lost.
Found her on the road.
I'm sorry.
Never mind that.
We're just glad you're back, darling.
I can't pay my way.
I can't read the cards.
Hell, honey, nobody can. Not really.
Mama did.
Well, that don't matter.
I know you and your mama had a hard run.
What's important now is
for you get your rest.
Let someone take care
of you for a change, huh?
Management's order.
- I got something.
- Yeah?
Give him this.
Poems?
Yeah, poems.
Ask him what it means.
All right.
Wait.
There's something else.
I saw this other man here,
with tattoos, like this.
You show that too.
Tell me what he says.
All squared away?
Where's Lodz?
- He took a powder.
- Why?
Airing out in here, it'll be just fine.
You know I didn't even know
I was gone until you came.
Just till I'm asleep, would it be
too much trouble if you stayed?
I could do that.
What the hell you doing
giving Lodz's trailer to Sofie?
- What do you mean, what am I doing?
- What if Lodz comes back?
The trailer's his.
You talk to the boss like I asked?
He ain't seen him
since the night of the fire.
Got no idea where he went?
- Well, it ain't his concern.
- It should be.
- What are you saying?
- He can't have just disappeared.
Lila, people blow in and out
of this place every day.
He's blind! What did he do,
feel his way to a bus depot?
Just took off
without telling nobody?
Without telling me?
Look, Management thinks
he's gone and so do I.
That's the way it is.
I sure as hell wish I could tell you
something different.
I'm sure you do.
Well, who have we here?
Justin, this is our new maid,
Celeste Watkins.
Celeste will be keeping house while
you and I attend to church business.
- Welcome, Celeste.
- Thank you, sir. It's an honor.
You're the young lady
from the reception.
Yes, sir.
I don't know why I cried like that.
Silly. You were so kind.
Celeste is an orphan.
And she came all the way from Oregon
after your broadcast.
Really?
How flattering.
I've never heard anyone talk like you.
Not ever.
Eleanor, would you show Celeste
to her room?
- Please get her bag.
- Of course.
This way, sweetheart.
It's such a shame.
A lovely girl like that
with no one else in the whole world.
Don't wait up.
- Eleanor?
- She's all squared away, Miss Iris.
Thank you.
It was so nice to see you
and Mr. Dolan chatting.
He's quite a scamp, that one.
Goodness, Eleanor, how you shine under
the gentleman's attention.
Oh! He asked me
so many questions!
Did he?
At least she's alive.
That's something, all right.
- I was just--
- About what happened--
- That night...
- I don't really wanna talk about it.
I know. Me neither.
I just wanted you to know...
I ain't said nothing
to nobody and I never will.
It's between you and me.
And her, I guess.
I guess.
I just wanted you to know.
I appreciate that.
There you are, girl.
Hell, I been looking all over for you.
You got a half-dozen gents back there
waiting on you.
- See you around.
- Sure.
By God, look at those stars, Jones.
- Man, they sure are out tonight, huh?
- Yeah.
About that poem--
We need to find an old lady
in Ingram, Texas.
How's he figure it?
The poem was written
by a fellow named Ingram.
Charles, James, something.
It don't matter.
He wants to see you.
I thought you said
I was supposed to talk to you.
All's I know is
when I gave him that picture,
he got all stewed up.
- That don't make no sense.
- It don't have to.
Only thing matters is
he wants to see you now.
You've seen the Usher.
- Usher?
- The tattooed man.
Yeah, I seen him.
Everywhere.
On the damn road. In my dreams.
Who the hell is he?
Samhain. Necrotus.
Khaybet,
lord of shadows.
A thousand names in a thousand books,
but they all mean the same:
The Usher of Destruction.
He is flesh.
It means the end-times
are not near, Hawkins.
They are upon us.
You will never be prepared in time.
We are lost.
What about you?
No.
Why the hell not? You're strong.
You know what to do.
It's impossible.
But...
I'm dying.
Let me heal you.
No.
You said there ain't much time.
So let me give you what I got.
It would be an abomination.
You know what's at stake.
You showed me.
- Get away.
- You gotta do it.
Here.
- No! Get back!
- Why won't you let me do it?
My time has passed.
It's your battle now, Ben Hawkins.
You must walk your own path,
but with haste, boy.
For time grows short
and you cannot falter.
Go! Now!
Go!
Well, look at you.
You seen Skeeter Lewis?
Skeeter who?
Skeeter Lewis.
- I think I been stood up.
- I guess so.
What?
- Well, the man's dead.
-That ain't funny.
I ain't funning.
I saw him, big as life,
just this morning.
I seen him put in the ground
five years ago come july.
Maybe it was someone looked like Skeeter.
Yeah.
But, uh, shame to let
all that perfume go to waste.
You know I just happen to have
standing reservations
at all the finest
establishments in town.
Uh, Sofie?
It's okay, we got this fine.
Give me that one.
- Hey.
- What?
You tell that 'dona
she can work with us?
What are you talking about?
Ain't you gonna do something?
- No.
- No?
Look, I know she lost her ma and all,
but damn it, Jonesy,
- I ain't working with no skirt.
- The hell with her.
- Here you go.
- Let's go.
Let's go!
Let's start 'em up!
That ought to hold her.
If it don't, flash your lights.
- Where to?
- Ingram, Texas.
That shit spot's sure off
the beaten path.
Well then, let's beat us one there.
Subtitles: Lama
Transcript: Raceman
... "And though I am alone tonight,
I can sense your presence.
"You are with me, and I with you."
Keep it moving. I said move your feet.
"Some of you are warm by the fireplace,
the children sleeping upstairs."
... "Many of you are cold and hungry,
carried down the highway
"like autumn leaves in a stream.
But all of you have one thing in common.
"Deep inside."
* Varlyn Stroud... *
* I need you. *
... "You are alone, alone
when we are torn from the womb,
"Alone when we die...
"Alone when we stand and face judgment."
* Release my apostle. He is a good man. *
"All who come before us and all who
follow after, a thousand million souls--
"All alone."
* He is my archangel made flesh. *
"And yet...
I feel you here with me.
"I am no stranger to your hopelessness."
* Find Henry Scudder. *
"The Bible tells us we were made
in the glorious image of our Maker.
"We are no less perfect than He.
"And yet we look to him for absolution,
"when instead we need
only look into ourselves."
- Devin Kerrigan?
- Yes, ma'am--
I mean, Sister.
Please have a seat.
If you just wanna give me
his room number,
I reckon I can find the way up.
- I don't wanna be no trouble.
- Have a seat.
Are you Mr. Hawkins?
Yeah.
You may see Father Kerrigan now.
Is something wrong?
No. I mean...
How'd you know my name?
It was on the list, of course.
- So what's this list I'm on?
- Authorized visitors.
How'd you pick my name off of it?
It's a very short list.
There's just your name and one other.
Henry Scudder.
As a matter of fact, yes.
Oh, jeez.
"Cheeks are hollow,
skin is withered, crone-time comes,
"this life comes to an end.
'Life-- life, death, life,'
the words of a crone."
Cheeks are hollow, skin is withered.
Cheeks are hollow, skin is withered.
Crone-time comes,
this life comes to an end.
Life--
this life comes to an end.
"Life, death, life."
Cheeks hollow, skin withered.
Crone-time comes,
this life comes to an end.
Father Kerrigan?
There is someone here to see you.
The words of a crone.
This life comes to an end.
"Life, death, life,"
the words of a crone...
Father Kerrigan...
Who is he?
Cheeks are hollow,
the skin is withered.
What is he?
Crone-time comes,
this life comes to an end.
Where's Scudder?
Life, death, life.
Life! Death! Life!
The words of a crone!
You knew him. Do you have any idea
where he went to?
... This life comes to an end.
The words of the crone.
Christ, what'd he do to you?
Crone-time comes,
this life comes to an end!
The words of the crone.
Life.
Death.
Life.
The crone.
"After the great war
between heaven and hell
"God made the Earth,
and gave dominion over it
"to the crafty ape he called man."
Justin?
You didn't come down for breakfast.
Oh...
I must have been lost in prayer.
- All morning?
- There is much to pray for.
Sometimes I think you get lost
in your own importance.
You mean my work?
- The Lord's work.
- Yes, of course.
That's what I mean.
You might also beware of false prophets.
Dolan?
Envy?
Come now, Iris.
I trust you much more
than I trust Tommy Dolan.
Get off the road!
Hell, we're like family.
You don't steal from family.
Everybody knows that.
Well, all I'm saying is
the count has been skinny.
Hell, you better trying squeezing
another dime out of these chili-pickers.
I swear to God, Samson,
I'm telling the truth,
as the Lord is my witness.
Fine.
Aw hell, do you think I'd steal
from you after all we've been through?
- Hell.
- All right. All right.
Hey, have you heard
that Huggins & Fisk folded?
Huggins & Fisk? That's a big outfit.
Went back to the barn last month.
Well, times is hard, I'll give ya that.
Yeah, that's what Thames was saying.
- Uh, Clarence Thames?
- None other.
Got a letter from him
day before yesterday.
Him and Marge and the girls are
lookin' for a place to land.
- No kidding.
- Them Thames girls, flash act.
Oh! Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle!
Would you look at this?
Rita sue must have
washed them in my pants.
There's one...
five, 10, $16.
Well, I'll be damned.
- See you, Stump.
- See you, Samson.
Gold-bricking little chiseler.
You little shit-- ow!
God damn.
As I live and breathe.
Skeeter Lewis. My old flame.
It's good to see ya back!
Let say we grab ourselves a snort
after the show... Catch up on our lies?
Skeeter Lewis. Damn.
C'mon, Gabe.
"The words of the crone."
Hallelujah!
"The work is great,
for this temple is not for man,
but for the Lord God!"
Praise the Lord!
Amen!
As I look out on the faces
of the men, women and children
who have joined us here today
at the birth of the temple of Jericho...
- Hallelujah!
- Aaaa-men.
Amen, amen, Brother Justin.
... I cannot help but be reminded
of some other children,
innocent martyrs who perished horribly
in the flames of the dignity ministry,
to whom I dedicate this holy place.
Amen.
- To the memory of Polly Ann Bonham.
- Amen.
- Goody Williams.
- Amen.
- Arlis Pratt.
- Amen.
- Bobby Keeland.
- Amen.
Let us bow our heads in silent prayer,
so that their souls may enter
into the eternal glory
of our Lord's house.
Amen.
Tell me something, Eleanor.
Was anyone still in the ministry
when you and Lester went home?
- The children.
- Yes, I mean besides the children.
- Miss Keener the nurse.
- Anyone who didn't die in the fire?
No.
- No one except Miss Iris.
- Miss Iris? Really?
She always came by to tuck them in.
She was as devoted to those kids
as if'n they was her own.
Mr. Dolan.
And Eleanor.
Oh, Miss Iris.
We was just-- remarking how lovely
the choir sounded today.
- You must've been practicing all night.
- No, not all night.
If you'll excuse us,
there's a photographer I know
who's real anxious to get some shots of
this lovely lady and her esteemed brother
for the evening edition.
Oh. Well, you better get on then.
Right this way.
Oh, excuse me.
Why, what's the matter, child?
Oh there, there, there.
Be calm.
Another big smile for me.
Perfect. Thank you.
Samson's got us
by the short and curlies.
- He got all uppity on me.
- Well, we were cheating him.
Just a little bit more than usual.
Ow. Jesus H.
Mebbe you should go out and look
for Sofie too, daddy.
Well, there ain't but a few roads.
Samson or Jones's crew got them covered.
Ow!
God blast it, you son of--!
Felix, she could be out there,
sick or hurt.
Or she could be on a train, halfway
to sunny Californee for all we know.
Jesus H. Particular Christ!
Should of kept my eye on her.
I don't know what I was thinking.
I wonder why she just
took off, just like that.
You talk to her yesterday, Lib?
She say anything to you?
- No, mama.
- It don't take a genius to figure out.
There's just nothing here
for her anymore.
Excuse me.
Poor thing.
Finally found herself a friend
and then all of a sudden--
God damn it! God damn-it!
- Would you give me that?
- What?
Here.
Hey, Sofie!
Hey! Where're you going, girl?
Sofie?
Sofie. Hey!
Wait up.
Sofie!
Sofie?
Sofie.
Boneless Billy Benson didn't start off life
as a sideshow curiosity.
Oh no, ladies and gentlemen,
this seemingly normal
young man was employed
as a steeplejack in the windy city.
That's Chicago, lady.
One day, he fell eight stories
yet found himself completely unharmed.
Turns out Billy has the amazing ability
to relocate every bone of his body at will!
I'll bet he can lick himself just like a dog.
If you was the alternative,
I sure as hell hope so!
All right!
I want to thank you
for coming tonight, gents.
But I cannot be held responsible
for any laundry bills.
Well now, ain't you the sports?
I'll tell you what, I got something here
that I don't offer
but the most discriminating of gentlemen.
Anybody here in this little intimate crowd
of ours ever heard of Mae West?
Yes!
Well, she ain't here tonight.
But it seems a certain private detective
in Hollywood, California,
managed to get a shot of her doing
something so perverse,
so depraved with one
of her famous love slaves,
that the photograph has been
banned in all 48 states!
Now what you do is you line up
a little hole here with another hole here.
And you can look right through it.
You twist them a bit...
Right, right...
Right...
Now, boys, by God I can't tell if
that's Errol Flynn or Rudolph Valentino.
All right.
Ooh no, that's big Rudy all right.
Two bits, gentlemen! Two bits.
A small price for big excitement!
Come on, gentlemen,
take one pair, boys, one pair.
- I want two!
- There you are.
Where'd you run off to, girl?
You had us fit!
She was lost.
Found her on the road.
I'm sorry.
Never mind that.
We're just glad you're back, darling.
I can't pay my way.
I can't read the cards.
Hell, honey, nobody can. Not really.
Mama did.
Well, that don't matter.
I know you and your mama had a hard run.
What's important now is
for you get your rest.
Let someone take care
of you for a change, huh?
Management's order.
- I got something.
- Yeah?
Give him this.
Poems?
Yeah, poems.
Ask him what it means.
All right.
Wait.
There's something else.
I saw this other man here,
with tattoos, like this.
You show that too.
Tell me what he says.
All squared away?
Where's Lodz?
- He took a powder.
- Why?
Airing out in here, it'll be just fine.
You know I didn't even know
I was gone until you came.
Just till I'm asleep, would it be
too much trouble if you stayed?
I could do that.
What the hell you doing
giving Lodz's trailer to Sofie?
- What do you mean, what am I doing?
- What if Lodz comes back?
The trailer's his.
You talk to the boss like I asked?
He ain't seen him
since the night of the fire.
Got no idea where he went?
- Well, it ain't his concern.
- It should be.
- What are you saying?
- He can't have just disappeared.
Lila, people blow in and out
of this place every day.
He's blind! What did he do,
feel his way to a bus depot?
Just took off
without telling nobody?
Without telling me?
Look, Management thinks
he's gone and so do I.
That's the way it is.
I sure as hell wish I could tell you
something different.
I'm sure you do.
Well, who have we here?
Justin, this is our new maid,
Celeste Watkins.
Celeste will be keeping house while
you and I attend to church business.
- Welcome, Celeste.
- Thank you, sir. It's an honor.
You're the young lady
from the reception.
Yes, sir.
I don't know why I cried like that.
Silly. You were so kind.
Celeste is an orphan.
And she came all the way from Oregon
after your broadcast.
Really?
How flattering.
I've never heard anyone talk like you.
Not ever.
Eleanor, would you show Celeste
to her room?
- Please get her bag.
- Of course.
This way, sweetheart.
It's such a shame.
A lovely girl like that
with no one else in the whole world.
Don't wait up.
- Eleanor?
- She's all squared away, Miss Iris.
Thank you.
It was so nice to see you
and Mr. Dolan chatting.
He's quite a scamp, that one.
Goodness, Eleanor, how you shine under
the gentleman's attention.
Oh! He asked me
so many questions!
Did he?
At least she's alive.
That's something, all right.
- I was just--
- About what happened--
- That night...
- I don't really wanna talk about it.
I know. Me neither.
I just wanted you to know...
I ain't said nothing
to nobody and I never will.
It's between you and me.
And her, I guess.
I guess.
I just wanted you to know.
I appreciate that.
There you are, girl.
Hell, I been looking all over for you.
You got a half-dozen gents back there
waiting on you.
- See you around.
- Sure.
By God, look at those stars, Jones.
- Man, they sure are out tonight, huh?
- Yeah.
About that poem--
We need to find an old lady
in Ingram, Texas.
How's he figure it?
The poem was written
by a fellow named Ingram.
Charles, James, something.
It don't matter.
He wants to see you.
I thought you said
I was supposed to talk to you.
All's I know is
when I gave him that picture,
he got all stewed up.
- That don't make no sense.
- It don't have to.
Only thing matters is
he wants to see you now.
You've seen the Usher.
- Usher?
- The tattooed man.
Yeah, I seen him.
Everywhere.
On the damn road. In my dreams.
Who the hell is he?
Samhain. Necrotus.
Khaybet,
lord of shadows.
A thousand names in a thousand books,
but they all mean the same:
The Usher of Destruction.
He is flesh.
It means the end-times
are not near, Hawkins.
They are upon us.
You will never be prepared in time.
We are lost.
What about you?
No.
Why the hell not? You're strong.
You know what to do.
It's impossible.
But...
I'm dying.
Let me heal you.
No.
You said there ain't much time.
So let me give you what I got.
It would be an abomination.
You know what's at stake.
You showed me.
- Get away.
- You gotta do it.
Here.
- No! Get back!
- Why won't you let me do it?
My time has passed.
It's your battle now, Ben Hawkins.
You must walk your own path,
but with haste, boy.
For time grows short
and you cannot falter.
Go! Now!
Go!
Well, look at you.
You seen Skeeter Lewis?
Skeeter who?
Skeeter Lewis.
- I think I been stood up.
- I guess so.
What?
- Well, the man's dead.
-That ain't funny.
I ain't funning.
I saw him, big as life,
just this morning.
I seen him put in the ground
five years ago come july.
Maybe it was someone looked like Skeeter.
Yeah.
But, uh, shame to let
all that perfume go to waste.
You know I just happen to have
standing reservations
at all the finest
establishments in town.
Uh, Sofie?
It's okay, we got this fine.
Give me that one.
- Hey.
- What?
You tell that 'dona
she can work with us?
What are you talking about?
Ain't you gonna do something?
- No.
- No?
Look, I know she lost her ma and all,
but damn it, Jonesy,
- I ain't working with no skirt.
- The hell with her.
- Here you go.
- Let's go.
Let's go!
Let's start 'em up!
That ought to hold her.
If it don't, flash your lights.
- Where to?
- Ingram, Texas.
That shit spot's sure off
the beaten path.
Well then, let's beat us one there.
Subtitles: Lama
Transcript: Raceman