The Stand (1994): Season 1, Episode 4 - The Stand - full transcript

Are you all right, Stu?

Yeah.

It's not me.

I think it's Harold.

Something happened to him.

Nadine!

Help me!

Help me!

You said it yourself, Harold.

We're damned.

You can't just leave me.



You can't leave me!

Nadine!

You can't leave me.

My ribs are broken. My leg.

Come back!

Come back.

Come back.

Nadine!

Nadine.

Nadine!

If you go out on
me, Bobby Terry...

Gin.

Post 9, Post 9, if you can
hear me, come on back.

That's Henreid. I know it is.



I'm right here,
Mr. Henreid. But...

We... We haven't
seen anything yet.

Not a single vehicle.

Well, keep your eyes open.

And remember what I
told you. Don't mark him.

Right. I mean, copy.

Just remember it.

We want all the people
over there to know

exactly who they're looking at.

So stay alert.

Roger that.

Oh, man.

If black powder were brains,
that guy couldn't blow his nose.

Lloyd, are you coming back?

Oh, yeah.

Hey.

Thought you were going to sleep.

Mm.

I might need a sleeping pill.

Call me the doctor.

You're the one that threw 'em,
you should have to pick 'em up.

You're just a sausage
brain, you know that?

You're just a sore loser.

That was him! Come
on, he's getting away.

Remember, in the guts.

He wants his head.

Oh, man. When
I hit him with this,

won't be nothing
left but the head.

Mwah.

Stay right there. Get that
lettuce cutter out of sight.

Okay. Here we go.

Doesn't mark his head.

You wouldn't shoot
an unarmed man,

now, would you, old-timer?

Were you back at Copperfield?

Yep, we, uh, we seen
you go by. Dave Roberts.

Oh, God. You bastard!

Got him dead-on, Dave!

I killed his ass, Dave.

Dave?

Dave?

You're in a heap
of trouble, son.

I told you not to mark him.

I told you not to mark him!

All right, all right.

Shut the hell up.

This is Lloyd, come on back.

FLAGG: The judge is a wash.

What?

A wash. A wash.

A total washout!

Do you copy, you idiot?

Yeah, I copy.

It's time to take
their number two.

You know who it is?

I've known all along, actually.

Listen to me, Lloyd.

Listen to me very
carefully, soldier.

Wake up!

Come here.

Get dressed, you
lying, spying bitch.

Uh-uh.

Forget about the
bathroom. Do it here.

Yeah. Do it here.

Lloyd, you have seen
me naked for the last time

in your short, miserable life.

I'm going in there, and if
you even try and stop me,

I will do my very best to give
you a sex-change operation.

Excuse me.

Let her go. Let her go.

If she tries to lock the
door, break it down.

You do know that I
faked it every time,

don't you, Lloyd?

What the hell are
you laughing at?

I wasn't over
here risking my life

and sleeping with
you, Lloyd, for fun.

Do you people know
what your tin god is up to?

What is it that you think
that they're doing out there

at Indian Springs?

Hey!

If you're not out of
there in 30 seconds,

you can give your sermon
to Flagg in your panties.

Yes!

He says frog, you jump.

Isn't that the way it goes?

He's the biggest and
the strongest, ma'am.

You're wrong.

And you're a fool.

Come on.

I've got her, R.F.

R.F. How perfect.

FLAGG: Send her in, please.

Dayna.

Hi, come in. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

You expected Charles Manson
at the very least, didn't you?

I don't know what I expected.

Lloyd... Lloyd?

Poor Lloyd had a
very bitter experience

in Phoenix not long ago.

It marked him.

Sit down, Dayna.

What happened to the chairs?

Oh, I had them taken out.

Liars sit in chairs, you know.

Truth tellers just
sort of hunker down.

Your friends in Boulder sent
you to spy out the winter. True?

I suppose.

You, the judge and someone else.

I can't quite see
this third person.

Sometimes... Usually, in fact.

I can figure these
things out for myself.

I'm one of those lucky people
with a little psychic twinkle.

But every time I try
to see this third spy...

all I can see is the moon.

M-O-O-N. That spells moon.

Does that mean
anything to you, Dayna?

Not a thing.

What about the judge?

Oh, never mind the judge.

Now, pay attention, dear.

I'm disposed to
give you your things

and send you back to
your friends in Boulder.

And when you get back,

I'd simply like you to tell them

for me that we are just
trying to get on our feet again,

as they are.

That we mean them no harm.

Then what's Carl Hough and
that weirdo Trashcan Man doing

out at Indian Springs?

Are you planning to turn

the missiles
stockpiled out there

into New Age water
fountains or something?

Never mind the Trashcan Man.

Let it go, dear.

There's no reason to hang
on to this spy business.

Your old black witch is dead.
Your people are in confusion.

If there was ever any reason
for you being here, it's gone.

Mother Abagail is not dead.

Oh.

I'm afraid she is.

I don't believe it.

She died in a coma,
without saying a word.

Well, that's it, dear.

You mean, I can just go?

Oh, there is one more thing.

What's that?

The moon man, dear. Who is he?

I don't know.

I think you do.

No, really. I don't know.

I didn't even know
about the judge

until I heard Lloyd
talking about him

with some guy in Idaho.

That makes perfect sense.

But all the same, you do know.

You know and you will
tell me, do you understand?

Why don't you know?!
Why don't you know already?

I don't know.

Tell me, you bitch! Tell me!

Eat this!

Oh, my dear.

You tell me what I wanna know.

Before I'm through with
you, you'll beg to tell me.

No!

Bitch.

Come back when the moon is full.

When the moon is full.

M-O-O-N, that spells moon.

Watch out, would you?!

Mmm.

The feeb.

What is it, Stu?

It's Harold.

He's dead.

I don't know how I know or why,

but he's dead.

He blew his own head off.

Gun oil.

My mouth's full of the taste.

May God have mercy on
his poor excuse for a soul.

Hey, Trash, what did
old lady Semple say

when you torched
her pension check?

"People who play with
fire wet the bed, Trash."

Shut up, old lady Semple.

And leave me alone.

Ew, keep him away from me!

They're gonna stick
you in the nuthatch

up in Terre Haute, Trash.

Stick you in the nuthatch

and give you a few
thousand shock treatments.

No!

Trash! Hey, Trash!

I've been looking
for you everywhere.

Damn firebug.

I don't trust him.

Wait a minute.

Wait just one damn minute.

Oh, my God. No!

Leave me alone!

I couldn't help it!

I couldn't help it!

I'm so sorry!

I'm so sorry!

Nadine.

Over here.

Over here, my love.

That's right. This way.

Randall.

Is that you?

I waited so long.

The waiting's over.

No.

No.

No.

No! No.

Oh, it's too late
to say no, dear.

Much too late.

No. No.

No!

No!

Oh, God! No!

♪ Didn't come to make
a fuss Or pick a fight ♪

♪ Just want you to tell
me If you think you can ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Can you dig your man? ♪

♪ He's a righteous man ♪

I'll bet you haven't been
in this good a shape

since you was a kid.

About a hundred
years ago, right?

Come on.

There's a perfectly good reason

for this little
stroll, you know.

And Mother Abagail knew it

when she sent us
out the way she did,

with just the
clothes on our backs.

Our bellies are empty.

And more importantly,
our heads are empty.

Hell, mine was pretty
empty to begin with.

Yeah, well, I'm serious.

We're out here in the middle
of the great American nowhere,

minus all the baggage we used
to carry every place we went.

She wanted us
cleaned out, empty,

ready to be filled up
again by some new thing.

Maybe a great thing.

And almost certainly
the last thing.

Come on, Kojak. Fetch, boy.

Go on, go get it. Go.

Welcome to Las Vegas, ma'am.

So if the feeb's important,

you make sure that he knows
it was me who told you, okay?

Okay, yeah, I got it.
Me, me, me, me, me.

Don't worry. All
right. Me, me, me.

Lloyd. R.F.

Good to see you.

Thought we might
see you last night.

Oh, well. You know
how it is with newlyweds.

Listen, we haven't
managed to pick Trash up.

We're concentrating on the
desert west of Indian Springs,

but it's a big country,
it might take a while.

He'll come back in
on his own eventually.

When he does, I want
him put away, but mercifully.

I doubt if you can
understand this,

but I...

felt a certain
kinship for that boy.

I don't want him to suffer.

Fine.

I just thought... Tell him.

Oh.

Such a rude child.

Come, dear.

Listen, this might be important.

This girl thinks
she saw something.

Later, later, later.
Come up this afternoon.

One o'clock should be fine.

In the meantime...

She's crazy about me, Lloyd.

She can't get enough.

Wave a bye-bye.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

We are dead, and this is hell.

Ugh! You promised me
you were gonna tell him.

Shut up. Shut the hell up.

♪ Baby, can you dig your man? ♪

♪ He's a righteous man ♪

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

Can you get that, sweetie pie?

Ooh. Guess not.

Lloyd, come in.

Come in, come in, come in.

I, uh, don't believe

I've introduced my
wife to you by name.

No.

Nadine.

I'd like you to
meet Lloyd Henreid,

my number one soldier.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

Oh, no, no, no.
Shake hands, kids.

Shake it, Nadine.

That's nice.

You can put it
down now, my love.

Oh...

My wife is indisposed.

She also has a
bun in the old oven.

Perhaps the two are related.

Care to gargle a
little firewater, Lloyd?

A libation to little Randy Jr.

Yeah. I'll have a gin and tonic.

The drink of
champions. Make it two.

You can sit down now, my love.

I'm sorry, my dear.

The surgeon general says that
pregnant women shouldn't drink.

Or did before he died
of the flu, right, Lloyd?

There are four men on
their way here from Boulder.

Strolling right up Route
73 for some mad reason

known only to themselves
and their dead witch.

I want 'em bagged and
I want 'em brought here.

Send out Barry Dorgan.

A dozen good men.

You want me to have
some crosses made?

I think something
slightly more inventive

may be in order here.

Natives seem restless, you know.

What about that skinny,
little bat-faced girl downstairs?

What's her itch?

Well, she thinks she
spotted their third spy

night before last.

Says she saw him in Kansas

in the company of a
young deaf-mute male.

I don't know, but this deaf-mute

sure sounds like the
one on their comm...

What?!

Come here. What?

Come here. What?!

What did I do?!

And you let me go
upstairs without telling me?

I could pop your neck
like a tick. Maybe I should.

I tried to tell, you cut me off.

I hate this.

What in the...?

How's that drink, Lloyd?

Oh, it's great.

It's all over the wall.

I gotta tell you
something, Lloyd.

For a guy who almost turned
his cellmate into canapés,

you got a yard of
guts, you know that?

Thank you.

Doesn't he, Nadine?

She says yes.

This guy...

the girl with the big
hair thinks she saw...

What's his name?

Tom Cullen.

Probably doesn't matter much.

Still...

Send out a hundred men.

Put Russ Dorr in charge.

Maybe they'll get lucky
and stumble across him.

What about Trash? What do
you want me to do about him?

Just remember,

when he comes in, it's
to be quick and painless.

Listen, R.F., is, um,
everything all right?

Fine as fiddlesticks.
Why do you ask?

No, I just...

Some of the folks
are a little bit worried.

I'm a little bit worried
myself, to tell you the truth.

That's all.

Everything's fine, Lloyd.

And everything will
continue to be fine

as long as you remember
who's the boss...

and who's got the power.

Right?

Right.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

They're coming
for you, you know.

The old woman sent
them before she died.

Get your ass back in here.

Everything you've
made here is falling apart.

They're saying a
simple retarded boy

outwitted Randall Flagg.

They're saying Judge Farris
got away from your man in Idaho.

He's as dead as Judas Iscariot.

They're asking questions
about Dayna too.

It's all slipping
through your fingers.

And they're whispering, Randy.

I can see them

leaving their posts
in the dead of night

and your eye can't see that.

And when they come here, Stu...

and Ralph... and Glen and La...

When they get here,
your time will end.

And I'll be watching.

I'll be watching from hell
with your baby in my arms.

Come back in, Nadine.

I'll give you everything
you could ever want.

Can you give me Larry again?

Your seed is cold.

You liar!

No!

It doesn't matter.

No backing out now.

I'm staying right here.

Do you hear me?

Right here.

The fire.

The big fire.

Whew.

Bumpty, bumpty, bump.

♪ If you love me
You'll give me a bump ♪

♪ Or a great, big,
big Bumpty bump ♪

♪ Call me a Christian
Or call me a Jew ♪

My life for you!

My life for you!

Ha!

So why'd you get
me out here, Whit?

Uh...

Walls have ears, huh?

So?

Me and some of the
others are cutting loose.

Man, I must be
crazy telling you this.

It's all right.

Cut loose where?

South America.

Near Rio.

Jenny's been there
and she says it's nice.

Fresh water, fresh
fruit, ocean air.

And just plain folks.

Ones who wanna forget
they ever hooked up with, uh,

His Infernal Majesty.

So, what do you say?

Me? I'm sticking.

Why?

It's going bad here.
Can't you feel it?

Maybe.

But he saved me
from starving to death.

And that's not even
the main thing, I mean...

He changed me, you know.

And he trusted me.

So, yeah, I'm sticking.

Man, you're nuts.

You're probably right.

You know, I thought
there'd be whores.

I haven't seen any whores.

The man don't even
want you to have a drink.

And dope? Pfft. Forget about it.

I've been thinking,

I might not go
back to Vegas at all.

Mexico ain't but 300
miles in that direction.

What was that?

Just a deer.

They're all over.

Maybe we should go look.

Go ahead.

Why should I be out there
wandering around in the dark,

maybe break my leg for
that freak in cowboy boots?

You ought to watch it, Rich.

Man has a way of hearing things,

seeing things.

Ah, Flagg don't scare me.

Billy, toss me another one.

I gotta sit out here
and freeze my butt off...

M-O-O-N, that spells moon.

Oh, man.

Someone ought to call

the Utah State Highway
Department about this.

Must've been a flash flood.

A damn mess.

Think you can make it, Glen?

I think so.

Now, what do you think, Kojak?

Whoa! Hey, hey!

Whoo!

Won't any of us do
better than that, huh?

Well, here goes.

Go for it, professor!

Go for it!

Shoot that curl.

All right!

Come on, guys! Come on!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Look out, boy.

Whoo!

Come on, Stu!

Piece of cake.

Yeah, maybe.

Maybe we're just lucky.

It felt to me like if you
put one foot wrong,

the whole damn
embankment would go.

Yeah. And this
side's not any better.

Okay. So who's first now?

I'll go.

You guys wait till
I'm all the way up.

Be careful.

Piece of cake.

Oh, oh, there he goes.

He's all right, he's all right.

Heh.

You see?

I told you, piece of cake.

Stu!

Oh, my God.

Ah!

Easy. Go easy. Easy.

Oh, it's not my head.

It's my... Just don't
move. Don't move.

My leg.

Just don't move.

I'm okay.

Go ahead.

There. It's done.

Hey, hey, hey.

That's a good way to
kill yourself, Bateman.

Where'd you get the soda?

Tour bus.

About a quarter a
mile west of here.

Thanks.

They had beer too.

But I didn't want you
taking these with alcohol.

I brought 'em with
me for my arthritis.

Down the hatch.

Ralph and I'll go
next time, Glen.

Stay here with Stu and rest up.

Go where?

We gotta make you
some kind of stretcher.

Get you out of here.

Hole up someplace. I
think Green River'd be best.

No, Larry.

I'm not going.

What are you talking about?

I'm saying no.

No trip to Green
River. No stretcher.

It's against the
rules of the game.

This is no game, Stu.

Stu's right, Larry.

Mother Abagail said one
of us would fall by the way.

What does that mean, huh?

What are you saying?

You're a college
professor, for God's sakes.

Not anymore.

In case you hadn't
noticed, Larry, school is out.

Look, I thought
he was your friend!

Of course he's my friend.

But that doesn't matter now.

It's God's plan.

Shut up about God. I'm
sick of hearing about God.

This whole trip was
based on the idea

that Mother Abagail knew
what she was talking about.

That's right.

It's not right.

It's not right!

This isn't God's
will or God's plan.

It's a washout!

And you got a broken leg, Stu,

and I'm not gonna
leave you here.

Larry, Larry, listen.

What? Listen.

I'm not gonna leave... Listen.

When we came on this trip,

we put our lives in the hands
of Mother Abagail's God.

Now, that hasn't changed.

If he wants me to
eat, he'll send food.

If he wants me to drink,

he'll send rain.

It's his business.

Yours... is to go against Flagg.

Now, you got to do that.
You got to go without me.

Man.

Man,

do you know how...
How crazy that sounds?

Do you know how totally
damn crazy that sounds?

Come on.

Thanks.

More than three or four
would probably be fatal.

Do you know that?

Yeah, suppose so.

Goodbye, Stu.

It's been good knowing you.

If we ever get back
this way... Yeah.

If you do.

In the meantime, let's just...

leave it at so long, okay?

Kojak. Come on, boy.

Go on, boy.

Better come back and get him.

Mother also used to say,

"All things serve
the will of God."

Maybe that goes for
big dumb dogs too.

Take good care
of him, East Texas.

Good dog, Kojak.

That's a good boy.

What, you want this?

I guess it's about
that time, isn't it?

I'm getting worse, boy.

It looks like I'm gonna
die of the flu after all, huh?

That's pretty funny
when you think about it.

Here, boy.

You go on. I lost my appetite.

Go on.

I miss you, Frannie.

I miss you.

So here it is.

I will fear no evil.

I will fear no evil.

Yo, yo. Let's go!

Hold your fire.

Flagg wants 'em taken alive.

Halt, right where you are.

Halt, he said.

How you doing?

Where's Stuart Redman?

He met with a slight accident
on the way here, Mr...?

He's Paul Burlson,
my first deputy.

I'm Barry Dorgan,
chief of Vegas Security.

What kind of an accident?

He stubbed his toe.

Look, Mr. Drogan, Chief Dragon,

Captain Droogan, whatever
you wanna call yourself,

why don't we just
get on with this?

All right, by virtue of
the power vested in me,

smart-ass, you're under arrest.

In whose name?

You know who I speak for.

Then why don't you say it?

Well, I'll say it for you.

Calls himself Randall Flagg,

but who he really is
is an apostate of hell.

Now, you got that on
your little clipboard there,

Mr. Burlson?

I wonder if you men

might give me your
social-security numbers.

All right, I want 'em split up.

Take laughing boy
and the old man

and put 'em in
the back of my car.

Take, uh, Farmer John,

put him in the
back of yours, Ace.

Yo.

Come on.

Come on!

Relax.

You don't need those.

That's why we came here.

We got a message
for your little tin god.

"Tin god"?

Tin god.

Man, that's funny.

I spent 22 years on
the Santa Monica P.D.,

and I know what happens
when guys like you

end up running the show.

We haven't got a
single addict in Vegas.

Can your people say the same?

Mr. Dorgan,

even a man of your
apparently limited intelligence

should be able to see
that your experiences

with a few battered
babies and drug abusers

doesn't justify your
embrace of a monster.

Oh, that's great. Very good.

You get the Rodney King
Humanitarian Award for the day...

It's almost over
for them now, Larry.

Can you feel it?

I can feel it.

All right, never mind the cuffs.
Just get 'em in the cars, now.

Now! Move!

You're quite a piece
of work, Mr. Cockroach.

We could take a lesson from you.

Especially in light
of recent events.

I have an idea that...

I'll be gone come
this time tomorrow,

but you'll still be
trucking, won't you?

Running your
little roach errands.

That's a wrap on the roach.

Randall Flagg.

And not half the
boogeyman we expected.

I'd like you to
meet my associate,

Mr. Lloyd Henreid.

Lloyd, meet Mr. Glen Bateman.

Pleased to meet you.

How's that arthritis, Glen?

May I call you Glen?

It looks painful.

I could fix that.
Would you like me to?

No more swollen,
screaming joints

for the rest of your life.

All you have to do is ask.

What a deal.

Just ask.

Ask me to relieve your pain.

It's not so bad, really.

And as for the rest of my life,
how long might that be, anyway?

Six hours? Twelve?

Actually, uh, I've
decided to let you go.

Really?

Marvelous.

Of course, I couldn't
go without my friends.

Oh, of course not.

No, you'll all go together.

Tomorrow morning.

Tonight if you prefer.

And, uh,

once again, all you
have to do is ask.

Only... for a favor
of this magnitude,

I really think you ought
to do it on your knees.

Stop it.

Stop laughing at me!

Sorry, it's just that...

It's just that we made such...

Such a business of you

and it turns out you're nothing
more than another cockroach,

scurrying around,

running little roach errands.

Shoot him.

What?

You heard me.

Shoot him, you idiot! Shoot him!

He's an old man.

Can't you do anything right?

He's standing
right in front of ya!

If you really feel you must
shoot somebody, Mr. Henreid,

I suggest Flagg.

His world is crumbling
and we both know it.

I think we also both know

he can do a lot of
damage on his way down.

You could change that.

Well, shoot one of us, anyway.

I'm the one who got you out
of jail when you were starving.

It was guys like
him that put you in,

let the superflu
loose in the first place,

for that matter.

But you choose, Lloyd.

He lies, Mr. Henreid.

You know that, don't you?

Mister, he told me more truth

than anyone else in
my whole lousy life.

It's all right, Mr. Henreid.

You don't know any better.

Shut up, you mouthy old bastard!

Think they just...?

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

Our father who art in heaven,

Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done on earth...

Behold a pale horse

and him who rode
upon it was Death.

You must see
what's coming, Stuart.

And take back such news
as will never be forgotten.

Now, wake up.

Wake up.

I can't.

I can't, Mother.

I can't, Mother.

Wake up!

I can't. I...

I got to get up there.

I got... I got to get up there.

I got to get...

Stu.

Take my hand.

Take hold of my hand.

Tommy?

My leg.

Hi, Stu.

Tommy.

Why?

How?

I was way east of here

and Nick told me I
had to double back.

He can talk in my dreams, Stu.

Isn't that the limit?

Yeah, Tommy.

Yeah, that's the limit.

Are you sick?

Boy, you sound sick. Laws, yes.

It's the flu, Tommy.

Ain't that a bitch?

I gotta get you
inside somewhere.

No, not yet.

Why not, Stu?

I don't know.

But I think we're...

We're gonna find
out soon, though.

Okay. We'll just wait.

We'll just wait here.

So why'd you have to kill Glen?

He tried to escape.

You know,

one of these days
you're gonna get shot

trying to escape, Dorgan.

You too, Ratty.

Yep.

One less Rat-Man in the world.

Shut up that honky voodoo.

Don't be an ass!

What is that?

You're gonna see.

Soon enough.

CROWD: Kill! Kill! Kill!

Kill!

Come on, come on, come on!

Come out!

Get down, gray meat.

Disco's dead!

Kill 'em! Kill 'em both!

Man, you better stop 'em.

Only Flagg can do that.

Unless he shows,

they'll take 'em
if they want 'em.

There you go, gray meat.

Play us a little traveling music

'cause where you going,

you gonna be
chattering, I guarantee.

Keep back. Keep back!

Get out of the way.

If they move in any
closer, blow a few heads off.

Hey, ain't you famous?

Now, I'm famous too.

Hold on!

I'm trying. Hold on!

I'm trying.

I'm trying. I'm try...

Tie 'em up! See
what they've got.

If I could just think
about my mother.

Put the cuffs on.

You think that
scares me, Dorgan?

At this point, a
shot in the head

looks pretty good to me.

Don't make this
harder than it has to be.

You think I could do that?

Tell me something, chief,

they teach you this one
at Santa Monica P.D.?

Huh?

You propose nothing
in the sight of God.

I will fear no evil.

Ooh... Listen to me, all of you!

I don't expect you to stop this,

but you better remember
what you see here tonight,

'cause the next time,
it may be your turn

to die this way.

Finished, Mr. Underwood?

You're the one who's finished.

I take that as a yes.

"I, Randall Flagg,

"do hereby state
that these men...

Why don't you tell
'em your real name?

"Do hereby state that these
men are the insurrectionists

"responsible for the destruction

"of our unarmed scout
planes at Indian Springs

"and for the murder
of Carl Hough.

"For these crimes, they
are sentenced to death

by dismemberment."

It is the duty of each of you
to witness this punishment.

However, those of you with
small children are excused.

Take it, Barry.

Wait!

Hey, you people!

This ain't how Americans act!

We gotta stop this!

We gotta stop this!

Whitney.

You should've kept still.

I would've let you go.

Why would I wanna
keep a jellyfish

like you around anyway?

Sort of gives a whole
new meaning to the phrase

"my lips are sealed,"
doesn't it, Whitney?

♪ Cibola ♪

♪ Cibola ♪

♪ Bumpty, bumpty bump ♪

The fire for you.

The big one for you!

The big one for you.

♪ Bumpty, bumpty bump ♪

Oh, my God.

It's a bomb!

He's got a bomb!

Get him out of here, Lloyd.

I'm ready for you!

For you.

Get him out of here!

My life for you.

Trash.

That you, Lloyd?

I can't see very well.

My eyes... They're all funny.

It's me, Trashy. What
do you have there?

The big one.

The fire.

The A-bomb.

The fire for you!

Listen to me, Trash.

You have to get that
away. It's dangerous.

Come back.

Come back, you cowards.

Shoot him, Lloyd.
Kill the crazy bastard!

The promise has been
kept as God has willed it.

Amen.

Larry.

Do you see it?

The hand of God.

Get away!

The fire.

The fire for you!

Amazing grace.

You done good, boys.

Come on home.

Take us home.

I saw a pale horse.

And a pale rider upon it.

The name of the
horse was Pestilence.

The name of the rider was Death.

What was it, Stu?

It's the end of Las
Vegas, Tommy.

And the end of Randall Flagg,

if God is good.

What about Glen and Larry?

About Ralph?

Are you ready, Tom?

Okay.

Oh, please, God.

Just a little help.

Okay, let's give it a try.

Okay, hop in. Come on!

Okay. Okay.

Okay. Agh. Ugh.

Okay. Here goes.

All right.

Is it...? Is it...?

It's gonna be okay,
Stu? It's gonna be okay?

Yeah. Heh.

I think maybe we
just caught us a break.

This'll make you
feel better, Stu.

It's peanut butter and jelly.

M-O-O-N, that spells
peanut butter and jelly.

My mama always made it for
me when I was feeling poorly.

Always perked me up.

Stu, please eat.

Stu, you gotta eat.

Stu.

Stu, if you don't
eat, you'll die.

I'll be alone, Stu.

You gotta eat for me, Stu.

Please.

Please, Stu, don't die.

Tom.

Is it really you?

Stu said you were dead.

Stu is very sick, you know.

I know. He's got the flu.

I tried to feed him
like my mama used to,

but he wouldn't eat.

I'm scared, Nick.

It's all right.

I know what to do.

Come on, Tom.

This'll make you better.

Laws, yes.

How'd you know to
get this stuff, Tommy?

Nick told me.

In my dreams, he can talk.

Did I ever tell you that?

Yeah.

I think you did.

Tom?

Hey.

Tommy, what's wrong?

Can't remember what
Nick looked like anymore.

He was the best
friend I ever had.

Gave me a bike, was
always good to me.

I can't remember him anymore.

I'm so stupid.

Can't remember nothing.

Hey.

There's a lot of important
stuff you didn't forget.

I'm still alive.

I wouldn't be if
it wasn't for you.

Really going home, Stu?

Like Dorothy in
The Wizard of Oz?

You bet. We're going home.

This is nuts, you know it.

Won't be anybody
else in here this winter.

It is winter.

It's early, but it is here.

Now, be careful.

It could be Stu
or it could be...

Hell, it could be anybody.

Hey, who is it there?

You guys identify yourselves
or we're gonna shoot!

It's them.

It's them!

Stu.

Hey, Teddy.

Tom Cullen. Hey, there, Bobby.

Man, I don't believe it.

What happened to your leg, Stu?

I broke it. Never
mind, never mind.

We're frozen. Let's
get in the truck.

Then I want you to take
me home to see Frannie.

What?

Come on.

Uh... What's wrong?

Stu...

What is it?

I don't exactly know
how to tell you this, Stu.

What? What is it?!

Well, it's the baby.

It's come early,
and it's got the flu.

Fran?

Stuart?

Is this a dream?

No, darling. It's no dream.

I can't believe...

I can't...

So now I'm just
waiting for it to be over.

Then maybe you and I can
think about starting all over again.

But George says that
there's no way of knowing

if any of the babies
are gonna be immune.

Let's not think about
that now, Frannie.

I can't help it.

I have this big black
hole in the middle of me.

I can't help thinking,
what did we all do this for?

Why?

You propose nothing
in the sight of God.

Okay?

For now there's us,
at least, you know.

I know.

Stu,

I can't tell you how
glad I am to see you.

How glad all of us are.

Hey, doc.

The baby's dead, isn't it?

No, quite the opposite.

I believe the crisis has passed.

You mean, she's...
going to be all right?

Yes. I think the
baby's gonna live.

Oh!

It was a tough battle.

And a lot of the year-one babies
may not do as well as this one.

But when both
parents are immune,

you will see the
last of Captain Trips.

It's a miracle.

Yes, indeed.

You got a beautiful
daughter there, Fran.

You take good care of her.

I will.

We will.

Hi.

We can come back later.

Oh, no.

No.

Hey.

You're limping.

And I hear you're pregnant.

Yeah.

Joey.

Hey, Joey.

Lucy.

Larry... No. I know.

I know what happened.

I'm sure that when the end came,

they, um...

met it on their feet.

And that's what they were
sent out there to do, wasn't it?

To stand?

I reckon it was.

He's gone, but
I'll have his baby.

Maybe it's not all I wanted

or all I dreamed of having,

but it'll have to be enough.

Don't cry. She's
gonna be just fine.

She's so beautiful.

No, I'm not crying for her.

It's all of the others.

All those empty cradles.

Peek, baby.

Oh, oh... I know, honey.

They're looking at the baby.

Ain't you beautiful.

Just as gorgeous
as dawn in Eden.

Fran,

do you think people can change?

Do you think that's possible?

I don't know.

I really don't know.

Maybe she does.

Heh.