The Stand (1994): Season 1, Episode 1 - The Plague - full transcript

Containment breach.

We've had a major
containment breach.

God. Oh, my God.

The security system
appears to be malfunctioning.

Seal the base, Campion.

If the main gate's
still open, shut it.

Yes, sir.

We're dying like
flies down here.

Use the manual gate
override, Campion.

Do it now. Do it now!

Sally, Baby Lavon.



Campion. This is a Code Red.

We've lost one of the bugs.

Repeat, we've lost
one of the bugs.

You have to close the gates!

Sally, Sally!

Sally.

Charlie?

We gotta get out of here.

What's going on?

You know what.

Get the baby's stuff. Let's go.

Oh, my God. Come on, let's go.

I'm coming! Let's go, come on.

Let's go.



We'll be okay.

Give me the baby.

All right.

Hon, let's go.

Come on, baby.

Charlie.

Slow down, Charlie.

Charlie, slow down.

Charlie, you're
gonna get us all killed!

Sorry, baby.

♪ All our times have come ♪

♪ Here but now they're gone ♪

♪ Seasons don't
Fear the reaper ♪

♪ Nor do the wind
The sun or the rain ♪

♪ We can be like they are ♪

♪ Come on, baby ♪

♪ Don't fear the reaper ♪

♪ Baby, take my hand ♪

♪ Don't fear the reaper ♪

♪ We'll be able to fly ♪

♪ Don't fear the reaper ♪

♪ Baby, I'm your man ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

here on Blackout.

And now here is the host
of Blackout, Tom Leary.

Hey.

♪ Valentine is done ♪

♪ Here but now they're gone ♪

♪ Romeo and Juliet ♪

♪ Are together in eternity ♪

♪ Romeo and Juliet ♪

♪ 40,000 men And
women every day ♪

♪ Like Romeo and Juliet ♪

♪ 40,000 men And
women every day ♪

♪ Redefine happiness ♪

♪ Another 40,000
Coming every day ♪

♪ We can be like they are ♪

♪ Come on, baby ♪

♪ Don't fear the reaper ♪

♪ Baby, take my hand ♪

♪ Don't fear the reaper ♪

♪ We'll be able to fly ♪

♪ Don't fear the reaper ♪

♪ Baby, I'm your man ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

All right, coming up next, we
got Kathy Camen Goldmore,

America's new
country sweetheart.

Sure wish she was my sweetheart.

Oh, why don't you listen
to me, you old man?

Been listening to you more
than 20 years now, ain't I?

All that wisdom
and I ain't rich yet.

Yeah. Well, if you learn
some simple economics.

Oh, old man Vic thinks
simple economics is

some new breed of Irishman.

Hey. Ain't you ignorant.

I think licking the
glue off the back

of all them food stamps

has finally done
something to your brain.

Gotta feed your
daughter, don't I?

Hap.

Hap!

Shut off the pumps.

Hey.

You all right?

Damn, Stu.

You don't think he
did that to his face

falling out of the car, did you?

I doubt it.

Hey.

Hey. Just... Just
take it easy now.

Calm down.

Hap.

Phone rescue services
in Braintree now!

Hurry up. Go on.

Just take it easy, friend.
It's gonna be all right.

Just lie still, now.

It's all right.

Oh, God.

You'll be all right.

It's gonna be all right.

Ambulance will be
here in 10 minutes.

My wife and my baby are sick.

They need help.

Help my wife and my baby.

They're sick. They need help.

They're okay,
mister. They're fine.

You just wanna sit right there.

The ambulance is on its way.

We didn't get out
in time after all.

Just try to rest yourself, okay?

Just take it easy, now.

Gate malfunctioned.

Otherwise, we'd have
died in the compound.

Project Blue.

Put his head to the side,
Stu. He's gonna choke on it.

Put your head down.

Come on.

And I told you I ain't got time

to throw a line on that dog tag.

You mind me now.

W-what's he got?
You got any idea?

Maybe it's food
poisoning. You know, he's...

He's got California plates.

He may have got some bad chow

at a roadside
stand or something.

I hope you're right.

I seen cholera back in
'58 down near Nogales.

This is what it looks like.

Sally and the baby, they were...

They were sick
since Salt Lake City.

But I felt fine till this
morning, and then, boy...

Are you sure Sally
and my baby are okay?

Yeah, yeah.

There was a man with
us some of the time.

He was a dark man. He...

I was... I was looking
through the rear-view mirror

and I'd see him just
sitting there grinning at me.

I thought I could outrun him.

You can't outrun the dark man.

Not now. Millie.

Put this on the board.

Come.

General Starkey, sir.

Close the door and
drop the bull, Len.

Yes, sir.

They killed them in
a hurry down there.

Telemetry suggests even
the ones who managed

to get their respirators
on died within 12 minutes.

The rest of them
were gone in five.

You believe that?

Do I have a choice?

No.

Apparently, none of us do.

It's nothing but a souped
up version of the flu.

Herbert Denninger of the
National Disease Control Center,

the Pentagon's
bright boy of the week,

says once we find Campion,

we'll know if it's actually
gonna jump to the outside.

He says it'll probably mutate.

But that's not gonna help
the people that catch it.

Listen, general, I have
what might be something...

It'll just take them
longer to die, that's all.

Most people are gonna think

they've got the plain
old non-lethal flu

right up to the very end.

And that's the biggest
break we've had so far.

All because a gate malfunctioned

and some glorified TV
repairman got his family

and ran for the hills.

I'd like to get that guy,
string him up by his...

General, we found him.
We located Campion.

Crash-landed at a gas station

on the outskirts of
a one-stoplight town

in East Texas.

He made it halfway
across the country?

How'd he do that?

I don't know, but the
important thing is right now

we got a shot at
containing this.

Is he dead or alive?

He's dead.

Oh, God. Denninger
says this stuff

has a communicability
level of over 99 percent.

You understand what that means?

Any chance we
had of containing it

went by the boards

when Campion bought
his first takeout hamburger.

We can't think that way, Billy.

Yeah, you're right.
Of course you are.

What about the
rest of his family?

They're dead, sir.

Contact with
townspeople was minimal.

It doesn't matter.

We gotta shut that town down,

lock it up, dig a
moat around it.

That operation's already
on the launching pad, sir.

What kind of cover
did you come up with?

Anthrax.

New strain.

Yeah, it's a new one, all right.

It's real new.

It's very good at its job too.

Too good.

Well, it's bad, general,
but it could be worse.

Ha! How's that?

What's the name of this town?

Arnette.

Arnette, Texas.

Cold got you
down? Chills, fever?

Sounds like you need a buddy.

Flu Buddy.

Fast-acting Flu Buddy.

Available at
pharmacies everywhere.

Flu Buddy.

And now,

let's get back to the
Lone Star Matinee Movie.

State patrol, Hap.

Looks like your cousin Joe-Bob.

Hey, Joe-Bob.

Want me to fill her up for ya?

No, sir. I come by
on other business.

Was that old
geezer here last night

when that guy took
out your pumps?

Vic? He's here just
about every night.

Then maybe he
oughta hear this too.

Hear what?

There's strangers
crawling all over Braintree.

Supposed to be U.S.
Health Service guys

but they came in a
C-58 transport plane

and they look like
regular Army to me.

Then there's been three
more big transport planes

land over Starland in
Arkansas since noon.

It was cholera.

I knew it was.

I don't know nothing 'bout that.

I'll tell you one thing, though.

If the feds are thinking
about a quarantine,

then you might
have a little bit more

to worry about than cholera.

I just thought you oughta know

what's stirring in
the weeds, Hap.

Any of them other old boys
that were here last night come by,

you oughta... pass
the word along to them.

Just don't mention my name.

You ought to take
care of that, old-timer.

Them summer colds are the worst.

Hm.

What if it ain't a cold?

What if I got whatever
he had, that guy last night?

Oh, it's probably just
the sniffles, that's all.

Maybe I oughta
close up the station

for the rest of the day.

Call the other fellows and
see how they're feeling.

Might not be a bad idea.

Dang.

Uh, this is Unit 16 to base.

I'm seeing a lot of Army
traffic on, uh, State 17,

westbound in the
direction of Arnette.

You heard anything
about that, bye.

Please advise

if you've been anywhere
near Arnette today, bye.

Uh, negative, base.

I've been over by the
Arkansas state line all day.

Well, that's fine, then.

I suggest you let the
Army mind their business

and you mind yours, Unit 16.

Bye.

Well, you don't have to be
so grouchy about it, Cynthia.

Unit 16 over and out.

All right. Let's move it out.

Come on, toss it.

Oh!

Get outside. Shoot it.

Hold it right there, ma'am.

What do you think
you're doing here?

I can't leave my store.

Hey, what right have you
got to push me around?

Stuart Richard Redman, sir.

He was at the station.

Sounds like you're
having a busy day.

Dr. Herbert Denninger,
Mr. Redman.

Will you come with us?

Hey.

Wanna get your
hand off my arm, hoss?

He was one who had
direct contact with Campion.

Put him in the
back of the truck.

If he resists... I
ain't gonna resist.

Country don't mean dumb.

I ain't going. I ain't. I ain't!

Get you hands off of her.

Stay where you are,
Mr. Redman. That's not your affair.

Stu! What's happening?

They want us to go...

They wanna take us to Vermont.

Mr. Redman, I insist you get
into the truck right now or...

Or what?

Or you'll shoot me?

That don't scare me much, hoss.

If we got what that
guy Campion had,

we're dead already.

Right?

Well, our flying time today'll
be three hours and 40 minutes

and Uncle Sam is
buying all the drinks.

Wha...? What the
hell's wrong with us?

Is it cholera?

Absolutely not.

You'll be getting all
the details... When?

Shortly after you land.

I ain't been this scared
since the Mekong Delta in '69.

That ain't true. I've
never been this scared.

It's just the ones
that was there

when Campion croaked, ain't it?

Us, our families, people
we've been around since.

Right now, yeah.

What do you mean, right now?

Okay, people, saddle up.

Let's go, let's go.

You're on Uncle Sam's
time now. Move it.

Move them out.

Arnette's been canceled.

You serious?

What do you think?

I don't know.

I think we're in big trouble.

And now by request
from Bay Ridge.

Larry Underwood and "Baby,
Can You Dig Your Man?"

Well, baby, can you?

♪ I know you got the hurt ♪

♪ Dropping from your eyes ♪

♪ Your eyes ♪

♪ But here I am, baby ♪

♪ On my knees to apologize ♪

♪ There nothing I won't
do For the two of us ♪

♪ To make a stand ♪

♪ Baby, can you dig your man? ♪

♪ He's a righteous man ♪

♪ Tell me, baby Can
you dig your man? ♪

Ma?

Ma, heh.

Ma.

You look beautiful.

Aren't you glad to see me?

Should I be, Larry?

Well, I can be happy
for the both of us.

If I have to be.

Come on inside, Larry,

before the neighbors
get an eyeful.

So you know the record
cracked the top 50?

You heard it, right?

Of course I have.
You sound black.

Huh. That brown sound
sure do get around.

Right.

So I'm in L.A.,

and all of a sudden,
everyone is my friend.

I mean, everyone's
got a can't-miss deal.

So I had to get out of there
for a little while, you know?

Take a little time off.

How's your back, Ma?

Pains me some,
but I got my pills.

What kind of trouble
are you in, Larry?

Hm?

Ding.

Well, maybe I overspent
my advance a little.

I didn't know the record
company was gonna be so cheap.

It's no big deal.

Except I, uh... I
borrowed a little money.

Not from any bank, you
wouldn't be here, right?

The leg breakers any different
out there on the West Coast

than they are here?

Do they give you a
Perrier and Valium

before they start hurting you?

You're just like your father.

No, I am not just like Pop.

Till you sound pissed off.

Well, I am pissed off, Ma.

Good.

It's good to know

that there's still a real
person in there someplace.

How deep a hole are you in?

Don't lie.

I've seen your car.

About 40,000.

Jesus wept.

But the record's
number 21 this week, Ma,

with a bullet.

Bam.

The album hasn't hit
the Hot 100 yet, but it will.

Forty thousand's nothin'.

Nothin'.

And I'm not gonna let them
make me a one-hit wonder either.

Your son's here to stick around.

I'm gonna be famous, Ma.

Even better...
I'm gonna be rich.

Hm?

Rich.

The bed's still
in your old room.

I'll make it up.

I have to go to work.
I'm gonna be late as it is.

Thanks.

Thanks, Mom.

Welcome home, Larry.

Ah, this is interesting.
Now, watch this.

Huh, it's so damn quick.

Well, the only two left
from the gas station

are Bruett and Redman, correct?

Yes. Bruett's critical
and sinking fast,

which leaves only
Redman, who's not even sick.

Now, how in God's
name is that possible?

I don't know. We're
going to find out.

We have to find out.

And soon.

We will.

REPORTER: In other news,

U.S. government
health officials claim

there's nothing
strange in their decision

to quarantine a small
East Texas town,

where a new strain of
what's believed to be swine flu

has got half the
population in bed

and the other half
down with the sniffles.

At the Vermont Center
for Disease Control...

Hello, Mr. Goldsmith.

Oh, hello, Harold.

Is Fran around?

Uh, she's in the
kitchen, I think.

Hi, Fran.

Hi, Harold.

Thanks, Daddy.

Don't mention it, sweetheart.

I brought you something.

Oh, you did?

Oh.

Oh, is that you?

Of course, Everleaf is just
a small literary magazine.

Small but prestigious.

And they only pay in
contributors' copies.

Look, Daddy, we
know a published writer.

How about that?

Oh.

My poem is called
"The Crushed Rose."

Uh-huh.

I marked it for you.

I-I actually sent in three.

But, of course, their
space is very limited.

Uh-huh, well, Harold,
I'm gonna read this

just as soon as I get a chance.

Thanks.

In the meantime,
congratulations.

Thank you.

I had another reason
for stopping by as well.

Oh?

Yeah.

Uh...

I was wondering if you would
care to accompany me to the...

The Rarewood Cinema
this Friday in Boothbay.

Oh... They're having
a Bergman Festival.

I've always found
Cries and Whispers

to be especially moving.

Well, you see, Amy
and I already decided

to go to an R.E.M.
concert in Portland.

So... sorry.

Oh, well. Maybe some other time.

Yeah.

Harold, I'm sure you'll
find somebody to go with.

You know, maybe
somebody even your own age.

I... I mean, I didn't mean that.

Harold, I really...

Hey, no, don't worry about it.

It's okay. I-I
understand, really.

I hope you enjoy
the poem. I will.

And the rest of the
magazine, of course.

Listen, Harold,
why don't you stay

and have some iced
tea or something?

No, thanks. I'm
actually in sort of a hurry.

Well, I really handled
that great, didn't I?

Considering that Harold
Lauder's had a crush on you

since he was 9 years old,
yeah, I think you did okay.

Oh, let me see that.

"I have stridden the fuming way

"of sun-hammered tracks

and savage hobo jungles."

Stop. Stop.

Frannie... are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm the object of a young
poet's unrequited love.

What else could a girl want?

Why?

You, uh... You and
Jess haven't had a fight?

I haven't seen much
of him this summer.

Well, actually,

Jess and I have decided
to spend some time apart.

Oh.

It's, uh... It's
like that, is it?

Yeah, just like that.

Come here.

Give your old man a hug.

What about you?
How are you doing?

Why, I'm fine. Fine.

I, uh... I woke up this
morning missing your mother,

so I came out here.

After seven years,

there's a lot of places in
the house where she ain't.

But this ain't one of them.

Aw, sometimes when I'm
out here yanking weeds,

I can almost see her.

I love you, Daddy.

I love you too.

Although I've resigned myself

to losing you to Harold
Lauder someday.

No.

You okay?

Yeah.

And how are you
today, Mr. Redman?

Well, we're just gonna
do a few routine tests.

If I could have your
arm. No, no, no.

I-I won't be doing
any more tests.

Please, it's just
your blood pressure.

Doctor's orders. No, I
wanna talk to a doctor.

I wanna talk to a
doctor in person.

Well, I'm sure that you will be
talking to a doctor very soon.

Yeah, I'm sure I will
too. No more tests!

I'm sick of it.
Mr. Redman, if... Hey!

I think you'd
better get in there.

Don't you?

Well, say.

If it isn't the man
with the little clipboard

and the armed escort.

No, no, no, we don't
shake hands here.

Just a precaution.

A precaution? Uh-huh.

Patty Greer says
you've given her

quite a bit of trouble.

She's quite upset.

Well, that makes two of us.

Being hijacked by a bunch
of government sons of bitches

in space suits does
that to me every time.

So if you don't wanna see

how quick I can rip
a hole in that thing

before you can get out of here,

you better give me
a little information.

You tell me why I'm not sick.

Mr. Redman, I-I hardly think...

Talk to me, damn it.

I'm sorry, but you...

Mr. Redman, be reasonable.

Just get out of here,
you little weasel.

You send me someone who
can give me some answers.

I don't think you quite

appreciate your
position, Mr. Redman.

You're wrong about that.

I do.

Go on, get out.

Shh, here he comes.

We're not really gonna
hurt him, are we, Ray?

Quiet down, Rick.

Get him!

What the hell are
you waiting for?

Next time I yell, friend,
you're gonna pay attention,

I guarantee it.

Ugh.

Hold him, hold him.
Hold the sucker.

Oh.

Hold him. I'm gonna mess him up.

How come he don't
say nothing, Ray?

By the time I finish with
him, he's gonna be singing

"The Battle Hymn
of the Republic."

Sucker almost ruined
my favorite shirt.

I'm gonna mess him up.

Stop it, Ray.
You're killing him.

Ray. Car!

No, run!

Head down, sucker.

Uh, I... I can hear.

I can talk.

♪ And he walks with me ♪

♪ And he talks with me ♪

♪ And he tells me ♪

♪ I am his own ♪

I can hear.

I can talk.

I know, Nick.

Praise God.

How did you know my name?

Come to me in a dream, I reckon.

Is this a dream?

Well, mayhap it
is, mayhap it ain't.

Who are you, ma'am?

Abigail Freemantle.

But folks around these parts
just call me Mother Abigail.

I'm 106 years old,

and I still make my own bread.

I been living right here in
Hemingford Home, Nebraska

all my life.

You come see me, Nick.

You and all your friends.

You got to hurry, though.

There's a storm coming.

His storm.

Some people have even taken

to wearing protection
on the streets.

Why are you
wearing this mask, sir?

I don't know. Just feels safer.

Okay. Thank you.

Katie, the folks at the Atlanta
Disease Control Center told me

that these masks wouldn't
stop a flu germ with a hangover.

Gin.

Thank our lucky stars

that this outbreak of superflu
is another urban myth...

I don't know about all
those people down in Texas,

but you sure sound like you
got a dose of the flu, Johnny.

You better let me take a listen.

Forget that.

Oh, come on.

You know how hot it makes
me when you take your shirt off.

Shoot.

When I was a boy,

we caught ourselves
a mountain lion

back up in the hills.

We shot it and
dragged it back to town.

What was left of that
critter when we got home

was the sorriest-looking
sight I've ever seen.

You the second-sorriest, boy.

I'm gonna get somebody

to take his shirt off
before I go home tonight.

It's okay, son. I'm a doctor.

I'm also the guy

that damn near ran you over.

You got a name, Babalugah?

What the hell?

It means that he's
deaf and dumb.

Yeah.

That hurt?

Okay.

If you're deaf and dumb,

how the hell am I gonna find
out what happened to you tonight?

Can you read lips, Babalugah?

Well, thank God
for small favors.

Now, you tell me this:

Would you know the
three boys that jobbed you

if you seen them again?

What?

One of them had
a ring like that?

Uh-oh.

Oh, man.

That's a fraternity
ring, my silent friend.

And the only two people
around here who have 'em

are our esteemed
sheriff and Ray Booth,

our town bad boy.

The sheriff here
married Ray's baby sister.

Janey's gonna just love this.

Welcome to Shoyo, Mr. Andros.

It's a veritable hotbed
of Southern hospitality.

Get away from me.

I don't know how many
different ways I can say this.

This so-called
superflu does not exist.

JOURNALIST: Then what is it?

Why is everybody
talking about it?

I don't know why
everybody's talking about it.

I don't know where the
rumors are coming from.

It must be a figment of
the press' imagination.

I don't know why I'm up here
answering these questions.

I don't have the answers.
Because there's no such thing...

Good afternoon, Mr. Redman.

My name is Dietz.

I'd like you to meet
a friend of mine.

Meet Geraldo.

Geraldo, huh?

Mm-hm.

Now, the virus your fellow
townspeople contracted

passes easily from
human to guinea pig

and vice versa, presumably.

But Geraldo has been

breathing your air via convector

for the last three days.

And Geraldo is fine
and frisky, as you see.

I'd call that rather
comforting, wouldn't you?

I see you're not
taking any chances.

That's not in my contract.

However, it does appear
that there is absolutely

nothing wrong with
you, Mr. Redman.

Or may I call you Stu?

Just don't call me Geraldo.

I like that.

Now look here, Stu, let's, uh...

Let's try to get through this
as painlessly as possible.

What do you say?

Okay.

Here's number one.

The testing schedule
we began earlier this week

is going to resume,
with your cooperation

or without it.

We got a hell of a
mess on our hands here

thanks to that
imbecile, Campion.

So I don't want you to get
the idea you're a volunteer.

You've been drafted.

What about the
folks I came in with?

From Arnette?

All dead.

Which is why we can't afford...

What did you do?

What did you people do?

Stu, please...

No! Stand clear!

All right, now, you listen up.

I'm not responsible
for you being here

or for the dead people
in your hometown.

Neither is Denninger
or the nurses

who come in to take
your blood pressure.

Then who is?

No one, everyone, God.

Ah, who knows?

All you have to do
is resign yourself

to a few more pokes and pricks.

Well, what if I...?

Evacuate!

Dietz, calm down.

I was just faking.

Why?

Why would you
do a thing like that?

You talk about
this thing in here

like you were outside of it.

I just wanted you
to get a little taste

of what it's like on the inside.

How'd you like it?

You stupid son of a bitch.

Get the hell out of here.

Don't forget your
damn guinea pig.

Reports of the supposedly
lethal flu epidemic

continue to spread.

Many downtown shopping
areas in Southern Florida

are virtually empty this morning

and the flu rumor actually
seems to be gaining credence

despite statements
from health officials

in Atlanta and Vermont.

In Vermont, Dr. Herbert
Denninger said quote,

"Let me put it in
five simple words.

Captain Trips does not exist."

Hello?

How's the sexiest
bartender in L.A.?

Larry, is that you?

Yeah, Arlene, listen, um...

You better get this first.

Wayne Stukey called,

he said your album's going
up nine spots this week.

Your single's number
three on the Billboard Chart

and you're number one on VH1.

Sounds to me like you
might just be king of the world.

What's it sound like to you?

Victory!

Arlene, I love you.

Aw, don't I wish.

Listen, I'm gonna
try and get the, uh...

The afternoon flight back.

So... you put on
your sexiest number,

and I'm gonna take
you out to dinner.

Then I'll take you out dancing,

then maybe I'll just take you.

You might want to consider

delaying your trip
back a few days.

Why? What's the problem?

Things are weird.

People are really scared
about this Captain Trips thing.

Yeah, the radio
here says it's just bull.

Well, the radio out
here says the hospitals

are filling up with sick people

and some of them are dying.

Look, people are
dying of the flu?

There's a lot of
soldiers around.

Suddenly, L.A.'s a really
creepy place to be, Larry.

Maybe I'll stick around New
York a couple of days, then.

Yeah, well, just don't
forget what you promised

when you get back.

Dinner, dancing

and all the paparazzi
I can smile at.

Yeah, yeah, you got it.

Bye.

Sorry, I'm sorry, man.

The Rat Man
forgive you, this time.

Bring out your dead!

Bring out your dead!

Bring out your dead!

Bring out your dead!

Bring out your...

He's coming for you, Larry!

The man with no face.

Bring out your dead!

Bring out your dead!

Turn that up!

Give me that!

It's a dead soldier!

Dead company.

Whoa!

Whoa!

I'll start moving!

Come on, Poke.

Well, you know what time it is?

What time is it?

Time to make a cash withdrawal!

I heard that.

And if anybody, I mean anybody,

says anything or does
anything to stop us

We gonna Pokerize 'em.

That's right, damn straight!

If we're gonna
do this, do it fast.

I know what you mean, jellybean.

All right!

Hold still and won't
nobody get hurt!

Th-th-th... That's all folks!

Look out, Poke!

Did you see it, Lloyd? That
bugger tried to shoot me!

Lloyd!

Hold it, hold it.

Hold it. Hands up.

Deputy Sheriff Owen
Kingsolving, officers, coming out.

Who's he? What's he doing there?

You got this
coming out the door.

That's enough!

That's enough, Owen!

Bull crap!

Pop Jones, Betty
Diamond, both dead.

Damn it.

It ain't never gonna be enough.

No, we will not do that.

We have a rather large
problem in Wyoming, sir.

What large problem is that, Len?

News team got out of Pine Bluff

with some potentially
damaging videotape, sir.

Flu victims? Body dumps?

A little of both.

And our ops, I'm told.

Oh, well, we can't have that.

No, sir. I know.

Showing footage like that

would not be in
the national interest.

Absolutely not, sir.

Well, do we know
where these newspeople,

these rabble-rousers, are now?

Yes, sir. We do.

Well, get that videotape, Len.

Any means necessary.

Make it a priority.

Yes, sir.

Any means necessary.

Okay, everybody, out of the
van. Mike, are you getting all this?

Mike, I don't like the
way this looks. Be careful.

Come on! All
right, now, let's go!

Ma'am. You're gonna have
to surrender the video camera

that gentleman's
holding and any videotape

you may have already shot.

Can you tell us why, major?

You don't seem to understand
the situation here, ma'am.

Martial law has been declared.

We don't have to put up with you
and your pinko friends anymore.

Mike, are you getting all this?

Now, get... Get him, get him!
Now, can we have a comment...?

Get the driver!

In the car! WOMAN: No!

Cut the power.

Come.

Thank you.

Looks like our problem in
Wyoming has been solved.

That doesn't
change the basic fact

that our goose is
pretty well cooked.

Things fall apart.

The center does not hold.

A man named Yeats said that.

I didn't understand that
poem in college, Len.

But I must be getting
smarter in my old age

because I understand it now.

And one other
line from that poem,

What rough beast,

its hour come round at last,

Slouches toward
Bethlehem to be born.

I think that beast might
be on his way, Len.

What do you think?

Is that Hungarian goulash?

In our mind, it might be, sir.

Yeats was right.

Things fall apart.

Hey! Who died and made you God?

You don't think we're gonna
eat that, do you, dummy?

You could have poisoned it.

You blue-eyed pretty boy.

I'm gonna mess up
your hair, pretty boy.

I'm gonna ride you
like a lame bronco.

You're mine, sucker.

Sorry, guy, I can't. Sick.

We're not gonna eat it, dummy.

None of us. We're
on a hunger strike.

I'm awful hungry, Ray.

You son of a...

Hey, dummy. Do you wanna drink?

I'm on a hunger strike!

I am on a hunger strike
until you let me outta here.

Now you come on over here

because I'm not
done with you yet.

Has there been much
of that foolishness?

I'm sorry. John and
his wife are dead.

A lot of people in
Shoyo are dead.

And a lot more are going to die.

In fact, you and I may be

the last two healthy
people in western Arkansas.

What's he talking
about, Ray? Shut up.

Our government is
still denying everything,

but the radio says the
hospitals are filling up

and the Army's burning bodies
in waste-treatment facilities.

It's the ultimate
recycling program.

Doc.

Hey, doc, you gotta let me
outta here. They're both sick.

Keeping me in here with them
is cruel and unusual punishment.

I've got a little
cabin up in the hills.

I'm gonna try to wait this out.

And so I was th...

All right.

My responsibility as a doctor.

Hey, don't make me laugh.

I took an oath to
treat my patients,

not die with them.

You could come with
me if you want, Nick.

Joe got sick and made
you responsible for them?

Yeah. But that doesn't mean
that you can't let them out

now that he's gone.

Hey, Ray, if he lets you out,
are you gonna mess with him?

No. I swear.

Me neither.

They'll leave you alone.

I got something for you, mutie.

Been saving it
up, you might say.

Ooh.

Things have changed, Ray.

You might do well
to remember that.

You might see me again, mutie.

So, what do you say?

Wanna come upcountry with me?

God, you're nuts.

He's as good as dead.

Water, please.

I'm thirsty.

Although city and government
spokespersons deny it,

reliable sources continue
to report to News Radio

that troops opened
fire earlier today

on unarmed pedestrians
attempting to flee New York

by way of the Lincoln Tunnel.

As many as 60 persons
may have been killed

with hundreds wounded.

Although travel to some
of the outer boroughs

is still possible,

News Radio advises
you to stay off the streets.

Mom?

I'm so hot.

You're gonna be fine, Mom.
Let's just put you to bed, okay?

Larry, go find your
father. He's in the bar.

He's in the bar with
that photographer.

Okay, Ma.

Take a little sip of this.

Okay, Mom. Pick your head up.

Just take a little bit,
you swallow it down.

Okay, there you go. There you go

Larry, watch out for him.

The dark man... coming for you.

What did you say, Ma?

Ma.

God...!

How can a hospital
phone be busy?

Larry!

Ma, it's okay.

Get back here. Sit back.

Okay.

Sit back.

You're gonna be fine, Ma.

Everything's gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be all right.

Bring out your dead!

Bring out your dead!

He's coming!

Bring out your dead!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, God. No!

You were right, Billy.

The center doesn't hold.

Sure doesn't.

How's it going, mutie?

What's shaking?

You're gonna be in
hell for 30 seconds

before you even
know you're dead.

None of this happened
till you came along.

I'm gonna kill you, mutie!

You...

Bring out your dead!

The monster's
coming! He's coming!

Bring out your dead!

Bring out your dead!

The monster is coming!
Bring out your dead!

Here you go, Dad.

Here's some toast

and some Jewish
penicillin for you.

Chicken soup, to
the great unwashed.

Oh, that looks good, darling.

How you feeling?

Better.

Quite a bit.

I, uh... I think I
might be beating it.

Well, that's good,

'cause I still can't
reach Dr. Albertson.

And the Rent-A-Doc in Wells

is still not picking
up the phone.

I just keep getting a recording.

You know, this
flu is everywhere.

It's really scary.

Oh, you... You look okay.

Well, I feel okay.

Great, in fact.

Yeah.

Well, hey, turn on
the radio, will you?

It's time for Rae Flowers.

Oh, not the
sarcastic little woman.

Well, I like her.

Okay.

Hello there. This is Rae Flowers

on Speak Your Piece.

And I guess this morning

there's only one
topic of conversation.

You can call it the superflu

or by it's West Coast
name, Captain Tripps,

but it means the
same thing either way.

There've been
some horror stories

about the Army clamping
down on everything.

The Army?

Just be patient with me.

Remember I'm running
this show all by myself.

Everyone else called in sick.

The numbers are the
same as always though,

555-TALK and 555-CHAT.

So let's go.

Hello there. This
is Rae Flowers,

and it's time to
speak your piece.

I'm calling from
Portsmouth, Rae.

What's your name, Portsmouth?

Leonora.

Listen, Rae, I just
want everyone to know

that there are
soldiers burning bodies

across the state
line in Kittery.

Also, my...

My little girl died
this morning.

I guess she's with Jesus now.

I'm sorry as hell, Leonora.

Rae, I think the
soldiers did it.

I think they made a bug
that's, like, killing people.

That wouldn't be very
American now, would it?

No. I guess not.

'Course that's never stopped

the real patriots
among us, has it?

You try to hang
in there, Leonora.

I'm trying, Rae.

But have you ever
smelled bodies on fire?

I can't say that I have.

It's awful, Rae. It's just...

You just try to
hang in there, hon.

This is Rae Flowers.
You're on the air.

And it's time to
speak your piece.

Rae, uh, first of all

I just wanna tell you that
I love your show, Rae.

You say you saw these GI's
gunning down unarmed civilians?

Open in the name of the
United States government!

Tell you what, Portland,

it looks like the
Marines have landed

and they don't look happy.

This is a joke. Right?

I mean, this has
gotta be a joke!

I don't think so, Frannie.
I really don't think so.

Hi there. You're on the air.

Rae, are you all right?

To tell you the truth,

doesn't look good
for the kid right now.

Several soldiers have
just broken into the studio.

They... They're fully
armed and they're...

They're dressed in some
kind of protective clothing.

They're... They're wearing
respirators on their faces.

Shut it down!

Hey, Bluto! You ever
heard of a little number called

freedom of speech?

Bill of rights?

Any of that ring a bell?

Folks, I've just been ordered
by my uninvited fascist guests

to shut down. And
I've refused. I think...

Oh, my God!

What's happening?

Daddy, what's happening?

I... I don't know, honey.

I don't know.

He's closer now!

The dark man!

He's coming!

He's closer now!

The dark man!

Rub-a-dub-dub.

Thanks for the grub.

He's here! He's here!

The monster's here!
The dark man's here!

Hello there, East Texas!

What kept you?

I was lost in the corn.

Then I heard the guitar.

Sounds... so sweet.

Pshaw.

I ain't been able to make a
decent F chord in 20 years.

But thank you kindly.

Who are you?

Where is this?

I'm Abigail Freemantle.

And this is Hemingford Home.

Stewart, those folks who got you

won't leave you
to live much longer.

You know that, don't you?

I reckon maybe I do.

The beast is loose in
the streets of Bethlehem.

The rats are in the corn.

I don't follow you, ma'am.

Ma'am?

Ma'am? Ma'am?

Where are you?

Folks around these parts

just call me Mother
Abigail, East Texas.

Mother Abigail?

Well... how we feeling, Stu?

Fine.

Fine.

Always fine.

Now, just think.

All the tests we ran on you,

and we never found a
single immunity factor.

Not one.

Oh, I'm curious. How
would you explain it, Stu?

Have you been touched by God?

Hm?

What you got behind your back?

Ah.

I see.

Do you?

I think I do.

I wonder.

Where's your buddy, Denninger?

He's dead.

They're all dead.

Everyone except for me and thee.

And you're here to take
care of me, is that it?

Hole in one.

Why?

Why?

Because I've decided a piece
of chicken-fried crap like you

doesn't deserve to live.

Not with so many good men dying.

Those good men...
caused this mess.

Come down and eat
chicken with me, beautiful.

It's so dark.

Ah.

You come and see me,
Stu. You and all your friends.

We got to get
started. Time's short.

Abigail Freemantle.

Hemingford Home.

You come see me.

You and all your friends.