The Stand (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Blank Pages - full transcript
-What the fuck did you guys do?!
-We're working to contain it.
It's a virus.
Some kind of superflu.
STU: Campion came
from California, right?
Some bioweapons facility out
in the middle of the desert?
The fatality rate for this virus
is well over 99%.
We're the future.
HOWARD:
Yes. Us.
WOMAN:
Is this Larry Underwood?
as her emergency contact.
This is Bellevue Hospital
call about Alice Underwood.
RITA:
Oh, the smell. It's awful.
We can't stay here.
RITA:
Well, where would we go?
LARRY:
We can go anywhere.
Welcome
to the Boulder Free Zone.
Which one of you is
Larry Underwood?
She told you I'd be coming?
Me specifically?
She made a list of five names.
People she wanted
running the place.
It was you and four others.
I was wondering
if you would be willing
to take responsibility for him.
You mean would I be
his mother?
My name is Poke Freeman.
This is my protégé,
Lloyd Henreid.
-(sneezes)
-(gunshot)
Don't shoot. I surrender.
GUARD: Welcome to the
party, cop killer.
Name's Flagg.
I believe this is yours.
(through headphones):
♪ This is how we do it ♪
♪ ♪
♪ This is how we do it ♪
♪ La la la la now ♪
(singer vocalizing)
♪ This is how we do it... ♪
Miss Lacy says
this is devil stuff.
Miss Lacy smells like
onion soup.
Everybody put their fingertips
on the planchette.
What's a plan-check?
-Planchette. It's French.
-It's evil.
Will you just put your hands
on this thing?
Man...
You, too, new girl.
The more people we have,
the more energy
we put out, so...
Spirits, the door is open.
(laughing)
Aren't you supposed to say
something more?
The way I was taught is
all we do is open the door,
and then it's up to the spirits
if they want to come through.
JESSE:
I don't know.
I really feel like you're
supposed to say something more.
-Bitch, you ain't slick.
-It's not me. I swear.
Seriously, stop playing.
-It's saying it's the new girl.
-It's the spirits.
AMANDA:
Turns out this is you, new girl,
I'll beat your ass.
New girl, tell me that
you did not
just write your fucking name.
-I swear, I wasn't... I didn't...
-I warned you not to...
-I can't take my hands off it.
-(girls shriek)
♪ This is how we do it. ♪
(screaming)
(panicked shouting)
-(growling)
-What is that?!
VOICE (indistinct):
Nadine. Nadine...
(screaming)
(screaming)
"Nadine... Queen."
(gunshot)
(gasps)
(panting)
(birds singing)
(distant gunshots)
(crow cawing)
I don't get it, man.
I put the crosshairs
just behind the front shoulder,
like you said.
You're jerking the trigger.
-Hey, man, "Squeeze, don't
pull." -That's right.
-You sound like...
-Hey, you relax...
You know, you sound like
some kind of
cowboy fortune cookie, right?
-Cowboy fortune cookie? That's interesting.
-Yeah. Whoa.
Hey. Psst, Stu.
(door opens)
He's still breathing.
Help me get him out.
(straining):
Oh, shit. Come on.
Okay.
STU:
Jesus Christ.
Wouldn't that be nice?
Someone crucified
this man, Larry.
We gotta get him to town.
You think he's gonna make it?
Hell, he's made it this far.
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey.
Hey, listen.
Listen to me. Listen.
-You're all right.
-(grunts)
Hey, look at me. Look at me.
We're gonna get you
to a doctor. Okay?
He said I couldn't
be forgiven...
...until...until I
delivered the message.
What message?
He's coming.
♪ ♪
♪ I can taste something bitter ♪
♪ In the sweetness ♪
♪ There's an aching
in my lungs ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm not breathing ♪
♪ I break myself to pieces,
test my patience ♪
♪ Craving just
a little validation ♪
♪ When will I start feeling like
I'm good enough for you? ♪
♪ Only happy
if you're happy for me ♪
♪ Dying every second
you ignore me ♪
♪ Now all my self-worth
depends on you ♪
♪ When did I become
so desperate? ♪
♪ When did I become
so insecure? ♪
♪ How much longer can I
do this for, do this for? ♪
Come on, sleepyhead.
We don't want to be late
for our first day of school.
-(Joe's screams echoing)
-NADINE: Joe! Joe!
-Joe!
-Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Joe, no. Stop.
You're gonna hurt him.
-(Joe crying out) -NADINE:
You're gonna hurt him. Stop!
I'd be happy to stop, just tell
him to drop the fucking knife.
-(Joe screaming)
-Let it go.
Joe, let it go.
Let it go.
Nadine Cross.
And this is Joe.
So this'll be
your classroom here.
Uh, I've had my whole crew
in here
since yesterday, actually,
sweeping the whole place,
the whole wing.
Make sure
there aren't any, uh,
pieces left behind, you know.
So just rest assured
this is gonna just fit
every need that you have.
So what-what are... what are you
gonna teach, anyway?
Teach? (laughs)
Honestly,
I'm just trying
to give these kids
a little sense of normalcy,
you know.
Keep 'em from shutting down.
All they've seen,
it's a miracle they remember
how to breathe in and out.
NADINE: I found him
outside of Scranton
several weeks ago.
He's just a...
a scared little boy.
Look, we want to come with you.
Come with me where?
Wherever you're going.
You know, I got out
of New York with a woman,
and she killed herself.
So, maybe I'm meant to be alone.
Sorry.
♪ ♪
You asked me where I'm going.
Um... (sniffs)
...I'm going wherever
Harold leads me.
I don't... I don't get it.
-You know him?
-No.
But every time
I pass through a place
that, uh, he's already been,
I just felt like
he knew the answers
before I even thought
to ask the questions.
I want to go with you.
I need your help.
And so does Joe.
You just gotta figure out
if you'd rather be alone.
WEIZAK:
Hawk,
got another one for you.
Joe, come on.
-HAROLD: Hi, Joe.
-NADINE: Well... (chuckles)
Joe, come here.
Come here. Come on.
Let's just say thank you,
let them finish up.
Yeah? Okay. (chuckles)
Well...
WEIZAK (chuckles):
Hey.
Thanks for coming on over.
It's nice to meet you.
NADINE:
Bye. Thank you both...
-Thank you.
-...so much.
Uh, it's good that you came.
-WEIZAK: Uh...
-Goodbye. Come on.
All right, you have
a nice rest of your day.
(grunts, laughs)
Ah.
She may be the hottest woman
on Earth.
I mean, left.
That's, uh, that's fucked up.
Before, I see that woman,
I say to myself,
"You wouldn't have
a shot with her
if you were the last man
on Earth."
-And now...
-(fingers snap)
...here I am, a lot closer
to being the last man on Earth
than I ever imagined.
And you still don't have
a shot with her.
(sighs)
Steve, did you move my goo?
-STEVE: Think fast.
-(grunts)
(clatters)
Thanks.
(chuckles)
By the way, I've asked Steve
to assist with your delivery.
Wasn't he
a veterinary technician?
Beggars and choosers,
I'm afraid.
Bet he's assisted more births
than I have.
Not human births.
Mammalian.
Okay...
-Ooh. Yeah.
-Cold? Okay.
WEN:
Here goes nothing.
FRANNIE:
That's not the baby, is it?
Pretty sure that's your bladder.
-Uh-huh.
-Just reposition...
Oh...
-WEN: There's your baby.
-Oh, my God.
-Is it healthy?
-Far as I can tell, yeah.
Sorry.
All good.
Hey, Jess, meet our kid.
♪ ♪
(sputtering, coughing)
-HAROLD: Frannie?
-Yeah?
I'll be right back.
Okay.
(unzips)
STU:
Well, that's one good thing
-about the end of the world.
-(shouts)
We can piss
wherever we want, right?
(chuckles)
Hi, there.
I was waiting
to introduce myself
till you set that rifle down.
That's not my only gun.
I know.
You also got that little
automatic in your ankle holster.
How long have you
been following us?
Long enough to pick my moment.
Hello, there.
What about you?
Is that, is that the only thing
you're carrying, that rifle?
Hey, how about we start over?
I was hoping this would be
a nicer conversation.
It's been a while
since I had one.
Uh, Stu Redman.
Pleasure to meet you both.
Now, look... (stammers)
(chuckles) I mean, i-if I was
gonna hurt either one of you,
why wouldn't I have done it
with your backs turned?
I can't think of a reason.
Doesn't mean there isn't one.
-It's a sick fucking world.
-FRANNIE: I'm Fran Goldsmith.
That's Harold Lauder.
-Fran! -Harold, if we didn't
want people to know our names,
why are we spray-painting it
across the country?
STU: She's got a point
there, Harold, I...
It's how I was
keeping track of you.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Redman.
Best of luck.
-FRANNIE: What are you doing?
-Let's go. Let's go.
-Harold,
-We don't, w-we can't be
100% sure that this guy is okay.
And if we can't be 100% sure...
You can't be 100% sure
of anyone.
Harold, are we really gonna
send away the first person
that we've seen?
Come on. If we're not out here
looking for people,
-then what the fuck are we...
-Look, we can, we can argue
about it all you want,
I'm not taking a chance.
So now you've got a choice:
either you stay with the guy
who's helped you stay alive
these last couple weeks,
saved your life
in Ogunquit, or...
you can throw in with this happy
asshole and his fucking dimples,
with no way to know for sure
that he's not Jeffrey Dahmer.
Think he likes me.
-Sorry.
-Oh, no, it's all right.
He's just looking out for you,
that's all.
We're looking out
for each other.
Yeah.
We're gonna go to Atlanta,
to the CDC.
Think that's a mistake?
-Uh, well, I heard it
was compromised. -Yeah.
And Harold says that's just
what they're telling people,
so not too many people show up.
Well, look, Atlanta's
as good a place as any.
Good to get south
before the winter hits.
Yep.
Good to just have
a destination. (chuckles)
You know what I mean?
What are you gonna do?
I was gonna head west.
The Pacific. L.A., maybe?
Uh...
San Diego?
Good luck.
You take care of yourself,
Fran Goldsmith.
See you around, Stu.
Do you think that one immune
parent is enough to pass
the immunity down?
STU:
Hey, we need help!
Hey, you. Get the door.
Get the door.
-Watch it, watch it, watch it. Watch
his head. -We need some help, stat!
-LARRY: Doc, this guy's in pretty
bad shape. -Put him down on this.
What's wrong with him?
-You'll see.
-WEN: Oh, my God.
-We found him on the highway.
-WEN: Okay, all right.
Get him to the far one.
WEN: Here, help me
put him on the bed.
-And lift. (grunts)
-Watch his head.
(indistinct conversation)
-STEVE: Got it.
-WEN: Steve, get me two IV bags.
STU:
How did you know that?
Come here.
Are you telling me that Mother
Abagail knew he was coming?
Nick, come on,
you got to help me out here.
Somebody nailed that man
to a cross.
Somebody who knew how, between
the bones of the forearm.
Okay? Not the palm.
Now can you tell me
who did that?
♪ Under lights, under night
there's a war going on ♪
♪ And it won't be settled till
there's blood on the floor ♪
-♪ It's a trial, it's a test ♪
-(woman coughing)
♪ Territorial mess ♪
-♪ She's the prize but she's looking...
♪ -Shit.
-♪ So hot ♪
-Hey!
♪ Don't stop... ♪
You owe me a beer.
WAITRESS:
Here you go, shug.
♪ Oh, she never do it slow ♪
♪ She got a lot of soul... ♪
BOOTH:
I'm talking to y...
(low, muffled sound)
-(people cheering)
-Get up!
♪ ♪
(low, muffled sound)
(heart beating)
♪ She's watching from the side ♪
♪ She love to see a fight,
says ♪
♪ I only want
the last man standing. ♪
(upbeat, jazzy music playing)
FLAGG:
Nick.
Welcome.
♪ You'll ♪
♪ Never get away from me... ♪
For you.
♪ You can climb
the tallest tree... ♪
Oof.
Seems to me you got dealt
a real shit hand, my friend.
Mom came up from where,
El Salvador?
Crossed the border
in the trunk of a car
to give her child
the life she never had.
And instead,
you end up deaf and broke,
pounding the pavement
looking for day work.
Well, here's my offer, son.
I want to make you
my right-hand man,
give you anything you want,
more than
your dear departed madre
ever could've dreamed.
I already made it
so you can hear.
(echoes):
I can give you a voice, too.
FLAGG:
Well, what about your eye?
Man can't hear, can't talk,
I'd imagine his eyes
become his whole world.
(chimes)
You're about to find out.
But I can fix you, Nicky boy.
And all I ask in return
is for you to worship
the ground I walk on.
(thuds)
(laughs softly)
(birds cawing)
(cawing echoes)
(insects buzzing)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(dish clatters)
(bell chiming)
(thunks)
Hey! In here!
(dishes clattering)
Who's out there?!
(Booth coughing)
Thank Christ.
I was just about...
(wheezing)
I know why you're here.
Came to finish me off.
Come on, then!
Don't leave me here, you coward!
♪ ♪
(bird cawing)
(panting)
Hey.
Hey. Hey, boy.
GLEN:
Kojak!
Kojak? Come on, man.
Hey...
He's friendly, I promise.
No-no reason to shoot him.
Please don't shoot him
with your gun.
Or-or me, either,
while we're on the subject.
Ain't nobody shooting nobody.
I'm glad to hear it.
Glen Bateman, at your service.
That's Kojak.
Stu Redman.
You're a Southerner.
Yeah. East Texas.
Easterner.
Easterner. All right.
Could hear it. Hey, hey.
Do you like caviar?
Cavi-what?
♪ ♪
Mmm.
-Huh?
-That's damn good.
-Yeah.
-I needed that.
That is excellent.
-Here, try this.
-What's that?
Caviar. Ohio's finest.
-Caviar.
-(chuckles)
All right, this'll be
a first for me. (chuckles)
Thank you for all this.
This is, uh, above and beyond.
And really cozy.
The generator was,
uh, the wife's idea.
-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah. Oh, no, no, no.
Bett... uh, better with these.
My wife didn't like
potato chips.
Can you imagine somebody not
liking a fucking potato chip?
So, your wife was
a professor, too?
Yeah, physicist.
Hard science.
She died ten years ago.
-Yeah, ten years in August.
-Mm.
Hard to imagine anybody
dying of anything else.
But they did.
(sniffles)
Your wife?
Year ago.
Guy ran a stop sign.
Kids?
No, uh, no, we never
really got around to it.
What about you?
Never saw the point
of the little fuckers.
(laughs)
("Do It Again" by Steely Dan
begins)
♪ ♪
You don't talk much,
do you, East Texas?
Something tells me
that ain't gonna be a problem.
(both laugh)
Fair enough. Well, hell,
I haven't had anybody
to talk to
other than myself and my...
my old buddy, Kojak
over there...
Hey, speaking of which,
have-have you seen many dogs?
Haven't even heard one bark.
Take it he wasn't yours before
this whole thing went down?
That would be quite
a coincidence.
No, no, no.
What I gathered from the news,
back when
there was news...
Captain Trips
hit dogs as bad
as it hit people.
Yep, dogs...
horses...
guinea pigs.
Yeah, yeah,
and-and yet, uh, deer!
-Yeah, deer.
-Sons of bitches are everywhere.
Everywhere.
-What... what's up with that?
-And rats.
What sort of horseshit
Judgment Day spares the rats?
Is that what you think this is?
Really, you think this is
Judgment Day?
"Show me a man
or a woman alone
"and I'll show you a saint.
"Give me two
and they'll fall in love.
"Give me three, they'll create
a charming little thing
called society."
It's true, you need
a society to build
buildings
and golf courses and...
towns and...
steeples and create
the Internet, everything else!
But the other stuff
society gives you...
let's think about that,
East Texas...
outcasts, prejudice,
competition?
You can keep the rest
of that crap for yourself.
And you don't feel
the slightest obligation
to get things back up
and running?
"Up and running" is
what got us here.
I think it's high time we tried
down and standing still.
(clucks tongue)
♪ You go back, Jack,
do it again. ♪
(insects trilling)
Well, Nick Andros.
It is good to see you.
Come on in, come in.
Oh, Nick, now...
you don't need to sign here.
You can talk.
Try.
How you doing
with the Dark Man?
He scares me.
Yes, he should.
He should.
He's scary as pee.
And I don't mind the Lord
hearing me say it.
(soft chuckle)
Who are you?
My name is Abagail Freemantle.
Some folks call me
Mother Abagail,
because I'm the oldest person
that anyone knows.
No, I mean...
-who are you?
-Oh.
I'm an old woman
who the Lord has chosen
to talk to.
Now, it would not have
been my choice,
but no one asked me.
Well, I don't believe in God.
That's all right.
God believes in you.
And He's got a job for you.
He wants you
to be my voice.
"Voice"?
Lady...
this world has never
been interested in anything
I have to offer.
And I can't imagine
that's changed now.
Oh, but it has, Nick.
You see, the world
is now a blank page.
And unless
we're all working together,
we're not going to be able
to rewrite it.
So I need you to come find me.
How do I find you?
Just ask for me.
I'm at Hemingford Home...
spelled M-O-O-N.
Should anyone ask.
Holy geez, mister!
What happened to your eye?
(sputters)
My name is Tom Cullen.
I'm 42 years old
and developmentally disabled.
Please do not be alarmed
by my behavior,
for I have difficulty
reading social cues.
If you find my behavior
inappropriate to the situation,
please tell me,
and I will endeavor to change.
I am a hard worker, very strong,
and capable
of basic physical labor.
I cannot read, but I can
follow simple direction.
If you know of employment
opportunities,
please contact Miss Sykes
at the Center
for Handicapable Workers...
What's the matter, mister?
Wha...
You know, you sure are quiet.
M-O-O-N,
that spells "quiet."
Did I forget to tell you
I can't read?
Sometimes I do.
It's a lot to remember.
(exhales noisily)
My name is Tom Cullen.
I'm 42 years old... Yeah.
There's two of you.
Your head's hurting.
Well, my laws, it must be.
You must have took
a tumble, didn't you?
My laws.
I hit my head one time
falling off of Grandma's roof.
M-O-O-N,
and that spells ouch.
Aw, sorry about your friend.
Plus, I hurt it
one other time,
when I was too young
to remember.
The skull doesn't fully mesh
until you're two years old.
It lets the brain grow,
but it makes the bones
really easy to break.
You know, mister...
...it sure would be easier
if you'd just
say what's on your mind
instead of acting like
you can't talk.
My laws. My laws!
Well, can you hear at least?
Can you hear Tom Cullen?
Oh...
I wonder why
she didn't tell me.
Nice old Black lady
from inside my head.
(no sound)
Mother Abagail.
Oh, she's the one
who told me where to find you.
What's the matter, mister?
Did I remember to tell you
I have difficulty
reading social cues?
(exhales noisily)
My name is Tom Cullen.
I'm 42 years old
and developmentally disabled.
Please do not be alarmed
by my behavior,
for I have difficulty
reading social cues.
If you find my behavior
inappropriate to the situation,
just tell me.
-(Larry strumming guitar)
-♪ Sacrificing my dreams ♪
♪ Do you know what it means? ♪
♪ Baby, can you dig your man? ♪
♪ Do you know what it means? ♪
(whispering):
Larry.
-Psst.
-What up?
What's up, little man?
Did you like it?
Come here. Check this out.
(playing mid-tempo
blues riff)
♪ ♪
You want to try it?
Go on, Joe. Give it a try.
Come on.
(playing same blues riff
extremely well)
Hey. (chuckles)
-I think we got a ringer on our hands.
-(laughs)
-Wow. Joe...
-Somebody's had lessons.
(laughs)
♪ ♪
-(laughing, clapping)
-LARRY: It hurts, right?
You just need to practice
and build up a callus.
I could show you if you want.
Okay.
It's all good.
You... It's all yours, man.
Just let me know
when you want to jam.
♪ ♪
(scoffs)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Glen.
Hey. Hey, buddy, wake up.
Hey, look. Look at me.
Look at me. Hey.
This painting.
Tell me about it.
This is the most vivid dream
I ever had.
(clears throat)
Yeah.
Just figured
I'd put it down on canvas
best I could.
Who's the woman in it?
Huh?
Who is she?
What's her name?
Is it Mother Abagail?
Uh, I don't-I don't...
I don't know.
(chuckles)
Are we having the same dream?
No, we're not. This is...
We're remembering
the same commercial.
Old lady selling detergent.
This woman...
told me to come see her
in Colorado.
Someplace out in the mountains,
near Boulder.
Hemingford Home.
That's the one.
(exhales tersely)
What else you been painting?
Holy shit.
Huh.
This is Fran.
Who?
Fran.
The woman I saw yesterday.
The one I told you about.
You didn't say she was pregnant.
I...
Well, she wasn't pregnant.
At least
I couldn't tell she was.
I painted that three days ago.
(exhales)
GLEN: A lot of people
saw you carry him in.
Don't give them an explanation,
they'll just make up their own.
How rumors get started.
LARRY: It's better that
they believe a rumor.
Save them from having to think
about this Dark Man in Vegas,
what he means
when he says he's coming.
Those people out there have
a right to know.
-People will panic.
-Yeah. Maybe.
Maybe not.
You'd be surprised
what people can handle
if you give them a chance.
Anybody else want
to weigh in on this?
Me? I don't fuckin' know.
I don't even know
why I'm on the committee
in the first place.
You're here for the same reason
as the rest of us, Larry...
because the magic lady says
it's God's will.
Well, then let's have
an election.
Okay? We'll vote on it.
Mother Abagail told us
to govern this place.
If we hold an election,
there is a chance
that we might lose it...
then what?
We'd be going
against God's will.
Yeah. Oh, and now
that you bring it up,
how are we so certain
it's God's will?
I-I'm not... I'm not saying
that Mother Abagail
isn't capable of things
I never thought possible.
Doesn't mean
I believe that she knows
-what God wants.
-We don't have time for this.
Listen, until the people give
their explicit consent
to be governed by this group,
we're nothing more than
just administrators, at best.
Come on, Stu, are you
really on board with this?
We got... with all due respect...
one guy who is our...
go-between with Mother Abagail.
She chose, Glen.
She wasn't interested
in our opinion back then.
I can't imagine that's changed.
MOTHER ABAGAIL:
It hasn't.
GLEN:
Mother Abagail, we're having
-a conversation about...
-Glen Bateman,
I love you,
but there's nothing to discuss.
I told you, if you had anything
you wanted to say to me,
you were to say it to Nick.
And if there was anything
I had to say in return,
you were to act like Nick
was speaking for me,
and you'd take care of it.
Let me go, little girl!
Okay, but that leaves him
directly responsible for the...
MOTHER ABAGAIL:
What?
Okay.
Okay.
(wheezing gasp)
(labored breathing)
MOTHER ABAGAIL:
You're all right.
You've been through a lot.
(exhales)
I dreamed of you.
I've come from a bad place.
An awful place.
And there's a man there...
but he ain't no man.
He's got lots of names.
The hardcase.
The Walkin' Dude.
(whispers):
Flagg.
Showed up while we were all
still shell-shocked.
At first,
I was grateful for him.
He brought us out of the
chaos,
promised us a chance
to be on top for once.
Then...
they started bringing in
the slaves.
I stuck it out long as I could.
But then...
I knew I needed to get out.
To get here.
To you.
Flagg's men caught me
trying to cross the border.
They... Oh, God.
They put me up on that pole.
Then...
he-he comes to me...
...whispering in my ear.
Said he's gonna
send me to you as a message.
What was the message?
He-he said...
(grunts) No, no, no, no, no!
(whimpering)
No!
(Heck exclaims) No!
(grunting)
(birds cawing, squawking)
(heavy breathing)
I have your blood in my fists,
old Mother.
Pray your God takes you
before you hear my boots
on your steps.
I'm gonna blow
your house down!
(screams)
(gasps, grunting)
(shouting)
(Heck exhales)
(insects trilling)
(shakes matchbox,
tosses it down)
(overlapping,
indistinct whispers)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
FLAGG:
There she is.
(exhales sharply)
NADINE:
I don't like it.
Boulder.
I can't feel you there.
FLAGG: It's the old witch
with her black magic.
That's why I need you there.
I need you to be my eye.
So lonely.
Well, of course you're lonely.
People there, they don't
understand folks like us.
They hate
what they don't understand.
Nadine...
my queen,
I'm here for you.
I've always been here.
I want to come to you now.
Soon.
(sighs)
Just one thing
I need you to do first.
Anything. Anything!
Anything.
I need you to kill the witch
and the five puppets
she put in charge there.
Kill?
How?
I've already found the weapon.
I just need you
to pull his trigger.
-Mind the boy.
-What?
(gasps, grunts)
Hi, Joe.
(soft chuckle)
Did you have a bad dream?
(sniffles)
It's a...
It's a silly game.
I... have to teach you
that sometime.
I've been playing it
since I was your age.
Okay, well...
Why don't I tuck you in?
Come on.
Come on, Joe.
WEIZAK: Always thought church
was fairy tales for adults.
But us ending up in Colorado
after the apocalypse,
land of a million
weed dispensaries...
Maybe there is a higher power.
Whatcha think happened
to this poor bastard?
"You should see the other guy."
(chuckles weakly)
(straining)
(grunts)
-Feels weird carrying one this fresh.
-Yeah.
But it's a nice change of pace.
-Ready?
-Yeah.
Think we ought to say something?
First guy we brought here hadn't
already been dead for weeks.
First of many.
(scoffs)
("White Rabbit"
by Jefferson Airplane begins)
Captioning sponsored by
CBS
♪ ♪
♪ One pill makes you larger ♪
♪ And one pill makes you small ♪
♪ And the ones
that Mother gives you ♪
♪ Don't do anything at all ♪
♪ Go ask Alice ♪
♪ When she's ten feet tall ♪
♪ And if you go
chasing rabbits ♪
♪ And you know
you're going to fall ♪
♪ Tell 'em a hookah-smoking
caterpillar ♪
♪ Has given you the call ♪
♪ He called Alice ♪
♪ When she was just small ♪
♪ When the men
on the chessboard ♪
♪ Get up and tell you
where to go ♪
♪ And you've just had
some kind of mushroom ♪
♪ And your mind is moving low ♪
♪ Go ask Alice ♪
♪ I think she'll know ♪
♪ When logic and proportion ♪
♪ Have fallen sloppy dead ♪
♪ And the White Knight is
talking backwards ♪
♪ And the Red Queen's
off with her head ♪
♪ Remember ♪
♪ What the Dormouse said ♪
♪ Feed your head ♪
♪ Feed your head ♪
♪ Feed your head ♪
♪ Feed your head ♪
♪ Feed your head. ♪
-We're working to contain it.
It's a virus.
Some kind of superflu.
STU: Campion came
from California, right?
Some bioweapons facility out
in the middle of the desert?
The fatality rate for this virus
is well over 99%.
We're the future.
HOWARD:
Yes. Us.
WOMAN:
Is this Larry Underwood?
as her emergency contact.
This is Bellevue Hospital
call about Alice Underwood.
RITA:
Oh, the smell. It's awful.
We can't stay here.
RITA:
Well, where would we go?
LARRY:
We can go anywhere.
Welcome
to the Boulder Free Zone.
Which one of you is
Larry Underwood?
She told you I'd be coming?
Me specifically?
She made a list of five names.
People she wanted
running the place.
It was you and four others.
I was wondering
if you would be willing
to take responsibility for him.
You mean would I be
his mother?
My name is Poke Freeman.
This is my protégé,
Lloyd Henreid.
-(sneezes)
-(gunshot)
Don't shoot. I surrender.
GUARD: Welcome to the
party, cop killer.
Name's Flagg.
I believe this is yours.
(through headphones):
♪ This is how we do it ♪
♪ ♪
♪ This is how we do it ♪
♪ La la la la now ♪
(singer vocalizing)
♪ This is how we do it... ♪
Miss Lacy says
this is devil stuff.
Miss Lacy smells like
onion soup.
Everybody put their fingertips
on the planchette.
What's a plan-check?
-Planchette. It's French.
-It's evil.
Will you just put your hands
on this thing?
Man...
You, too, new girl.
The more people we have,
the more energy
we put out, so...
Spirits, the door is open.
(laughing)
Aren't you supposed to say
something more?
The way I was taught is
all we do is open the door,
and then it's up to the spirits
if they want to come through.
JESSE:
I don't know.
I really feel like you're
supposed to say something more.
-Bitch, you ain't slick.
-It's not me. I swear.
Seriously, stop playing.
-It's saying it's the new girl.
-It's the spirits.
AMANDA:
Turns out this is you, new girl,
I'll beat your ass.
New girl, tell me that
you did not
just write your fucking name.
-I swear, I wasn't... I didn't...
-I warned you not to...
-I can't take my hands off it.
-(girls shriek)
♪ This is how we do it. ♪
(screaming)
(panicked shouting)
-(growling)
-What is that?!
VOICE (indistinct):
Nadine. Nadine...
(screaming)
(screaming)
"Nadine... Queen."
(gunshot)
(gasps)
(panting)
(birds singing)
(distant gunshots)
(crow cawing)
I don't get it, man.
I put the crosshairs
just behind the front shoulder,
like you said.
You're jerking the trigger.
-Hey, man, "Squeeze, don't
pull." -That's right.
-You sound like...
-Hey, you relax...
You know, you sound like
some kind of
cowboy fortune cookie, right?
-Cowboy fortune cookie? That's interesting.
-Yeah. Whoa.
Hey. Psst, Stu.
(door opens)
He's still breathing.
Help me get him out.
(straining):
Oh, shit. Come on.
Okay.
STU:
Jesus Christ.
Wouldn't that be nice?
Someone crucified
this man, Larry.
We gotta get him to town.
You think he's gonna make it?
Hell, he's made it this far.
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey.
Hey, listen.
Listen to me. Listen.
-You're all right.
-(grunts)
Hey, look at me. Look at me.
We're gonna get you
to a doctor. Okay?
He said I couldn't
be forgiven...
...until...until I
delivered the message.
What message?
He's coming.
♪ ♪
♪ I can taste something bitter ♪
♪ In the sweetness ♪
♪ There's an aching
in my lungs ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm not breathing ♪
♪ I break myself to pieces,
test my patience ♪
♪ Craving just
a little validation ♪
♪ When will I start feeling like
I'm good enough for you? ♪
♪ Only happy
if you're happy for me ♪
♪ Dying every second
you ignore me ♪
♪ Now all my self-worth
depends on you ♪
♪ When did I become
so desperate? ♪
♪ When did I become
so insecure? ♪
♪ How much longer can I
do this for, do this for? ♪
Come on, sleepyhead.
We don't want to be late
for our first day of school.
-(Joe's screams echoing)
-NADINE: Joe! Joe!
-Joe!
-Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Joe, no. Stop.
You're gonna hurt him.
-(Joe crying out) -NADINE:
You're gonna hurt him. Stop!
I'd be happy to stop, just tell
him to drop the fucking knife.
-(Joe screaming)
-Let it go.
Joe, let it go.
Let it go.
Nadine Cross.
And this is Joe.
So this'll be
your classroom here.
Uh, I've had my whole crew
in here
since yesterday, actually,
sweeping the whole place,
the whole wing.
Make sure
there aren't any, uh,
pieces left behind, you know.
So just rest assured
this is gonna just fit
every need that you have.
So what-what are... what are you
gonna teach, anyway?
Teach? (laughs)
Honestly,
I'm just trying
to give these kids
a little sense of normalcy,
you know.
Keep 'em from shutting down.
All they've seen,
it's a miracle they remember
how to breathe in and out.
NADINE: I found him
outside of Scranton
several weeks ago.
He's just a...
a scared little boy.
Look, we want to come with you.
Come with me where?
Wherever you're going.
You know, I got out
of New York with a woman,
and she killed herself.
So, maybe I'm meant to be alone.
Sorry.
♪ ♪
You asked me where I'm going.
Um... (sniffs)
...I'm going wherever
Harold leads me.
I don't... I don't get it.
-You know him?
-No.
But every time
I pass through a place
that, uh, he's already been,
I just felt like
he knew the answers
before I even thought
to ask the questions.
I want to go with you.
I need your help.
And so does Joe.
You just gotta figure out
if you'd rather be alone.
WEIZAK:
Hawk,
got another one for you.
Joe, come on.
-HAROLD: Hi, Joe.
-NADINE: Well... (chuckles)
Joe, come here.
Come here. Come on.
Let's just say thank you,
let them finish up.
Yeah? Okay. (chuckles)
Well...
WEIZAK (chuckles):
Hey.
Thanks for coming on over.
It's nice to meet you.
NADINE:
Bye. Thank you both...
-Thank you.
-...so much.
Uh, it's good that you came.
-WEIZAK: Uh...
-Goodbye. Come on.
All right, you have
a nice rest of your day.
(grunts, laughs)
Ah.
She may be the hottest woman
on Earth.
I mean, left.
That's, uh, that's fucked up.
Before, I see that woman,
I say to myself,
"You wouldn't have
a shot with her
if you were the last man
on Earth."
-And now...
-(fingers snap)
...here I am, a lot closer
to being the last man on Earth
than I ever imagined.
And you still don't have
a shot with her.
(sighs)
Steve, did you move my goo?
-STEVE: Think fast.
-(grunts)
(clatters)
Thanks.
(chuckles)
By the way, I've asked Steve
to assist with your delivery.
Wasn't he
a veterinary technician?
Beggars and choosers,
I'm afraid.
Bet he's assisted more births
than I have.
Not human births.
Mammalian.
Okay...
-Ooh. Yeah.
-Cold? Okay.
WEN:
Here goes nothing.
FRANNIE:
That's not the baby, is it?
Pretty sure that's your bladder.
-Uh-huh.
-Just reposition...
Oh...
-WEN: There's your baby.
-Oh, my God.
-Is it healthy?
-Far as I can tell, yeah.
Sorry.
All good.
Hey, Jess, meet our kid.
♪ ♪
(sputtering, coughing)
-HAROLD: Frannie?
-Yeah?
I'll be right back.
Okay.
(unzips)
STU:
Well, that's one good thing
-about the end of the world.
-(shouts)
We can piss
wherever we want, right?
(chuckles)
Hi, there.
I was waiting
to introduce myself
till you set that rifle down.
That's not my only gun.
I know.
You also got that little
automatic in your ankle holster.
How long have you
been following us?
Long enough to pick my moment.
Hello, there.
What about you?
Is that, is that the only thing
you're carrying, that rifle?
Hey, how about we start over?
I was hoping this would be
a nicer conversation.
It's been a while
since I had one.
Uh, Stu Redman.
Pleasure to meet you both.
Now, look... (stammers)
(chuckles) I mean, i-if I was
gonna hurt either one of you,
why wouldn't I have done it
with your backs turned?
I can't think of a reason.
Doesn't mean there isn't one.
-It's a sick fucking world.
-FRANNIE: I'm Fran Goldsmith.
That's Harold Lauder.
-Fran! -Harold, if we didn't
want people to know our names,
why are we spray-painting it
across the country?
STU: She's got a point
there, Harold, I...
It's how I was
keeping track of you.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Redman.
Best of luck.
-FRANNIE: What are you doing?
-Let's go. Let's go.
-Harold,
-We don't, w-we can't be
100% sure that this guy is okay.
And if we can't be 100% sure...
You can't be 100% sure
of anyone.
Harold, are we really gonna
send away the first person
that we've seen?
Come on. If we're not out here
looking for people,
-then what the fuck are we...
-Look, we can, we can argue
about it all you want,
I'm not taking a chance.
So now you've got a choice:
either you stay with the guy
who's helped you stay alive
these last couple weeks,
saved your life
in Ogunquit, or...
you can throw in with this happy
asshole and his fucking dimples,
with no way to know for sure
that he's not Jeffrey Dahmer.
Think he likes me.
-Sorry.
-Oh, no, it's all right.
He's just looking out for you,
that's all.
We're looking out
for each other.
Yeah.
We're gonna go to Atlanta,
to the CDC.
Think that's a mistake?
-Uh, well, I heard it
was compromised. -Yeah.
And Harold says that's just
what they're telling people,
so not too many people show up.
Well, look, Atlanta's
as good a place as any.
Good to get south
before the winter hits.
Yep.
Good to just have
a destination. (chuckles)
You know what I mean?
What are you gonna do?
I was gonna head west.
The Pacific. L.A., maybe?
Uh...
San Diego?
Good luck.
You take care of yourself,
Fran Goldsmith.
See you around, Stu.
Do you think that one immune
parent is enough to pass
the immunity down?
STU:
Hey, we need help!
Hey, you. Get the door.
Get the door.
-Watch it, watch it, watch it. Watch
his head. -We need some help, stat!
-LARRY: Doc, this guy's in pretty
bad shape. -Put him down on this.
What's wrong with him?
-You'll see.
-WEN: Oh, my God.
-We found him on the highway.
-WEN: Okay, all right.
Get him to the far one.
WEN: Here, help me
put him on the bed.
-And lift. (grunts)
-Watch his head.
(indistinct conversation)
-STEVE: Got it.
-WEN: Steve, get me two IV bags.
STU:
How did you know that?
Come here.
Are you telling me that Mother
Abagail knew he was coming?
Nick, come on,
you got to help me out here.
Somebody nailed that man
to a cross.
Somebody who knew how, between
the bones of the forearm.
Okay? Not the palm.
Now can you tell me
who did that?
♪ Under lights, under night
there's a war going on ♪
♪ And it won't be settled till
there's blood on the floor ♪
-♪ It's a trial, it's a test ♪
-(woman coughing)
♪ Territorial mess ♪
-♪ She's the prize but she's looking...
♪ -Shit.
-♪ So hot ♪
-Hey!
♪ Don't stop... ♪
You owe me a beer.
WAITRESS:
Here you go, shug.
♪ Oh, she never do it slow ♪
♪ She got a lot of soul... ♪
BOOTH:
I'm talking to y...
(low, muffled sound)
-(people cheering)
-Get up!
♪ ♪
(low, muffled sound)
(heart beating)
♪ She's watching from the side ♪
♪ She love to see a fight,
says ♪
♪ I only want
the last man standing. ♪
(upbeat, jazzy music playing)
FLAGG:
Nick.
Welcome.
♪ You'll ♪
♪ Never get away from me... ♪
For you.
♪ You can climb
the tallest tree... ♪
Oof.
Seems to me you got dealt
a real shit hand, my friend.
Mom came up from where,
El Salvador?
Crossed the border
in the trunk of a car
to give her child
the life she never had.
And instead,
you end up deaf and broke,
pounding the pavement
looking for day work.
Well, here's my offer, son.
I want to make you
my right-hand man,
give you anything you want,
more than
your dear departed madre
ever could've dreamed.
I already made it
so you can hear.
(echoes):
I can give you a voice, too.
FLAGG:
Well, what about your eye?
Man can't hear, can't talk,
I'd imagine his eyes
become his whole world.
(chimes)
You're about to find out.
But I can fix you, Nicky boy.
And all I ask in return
is for you to worship
the ground I walk on.
(thuds)
(laughs softly)
(birds cawing)
(cawing echoes)
(insects buzzing)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(dish clatters)
(bell chiming)
(thunks)
Hey! In here!
(dishes clattering)
Who's out there?!
(Booth coughing)
Thank Christ.
I was just about...
(wheezing)
I know why you're here.
Came to finish me off.
Come on, then!
Don't leave me here, you coward!
♪ ♪
(bird cawing)
(panting)
Hey.
Hey. Hey, boy.
GLEN:
Kojak!
Kojak? Come on, man.
Hey...
He's friendly, I promise.
No-no reason to shoot him.
Please don't shoot him
with your gun.
Or-or me, either,
while we're on the subject.
Ain't nobody shooting nobody.
I'm glad to hear it.
Glen Bateman, at your service.
That's Kojak.
Stu Redman.
You're a Southerner.
Yeah. East Texas.
Easterner.
Easterner. All right.
Could hear it. Hey, hey.
Do you like caviar?
Cavi-what?
♪ ♪
Mmm.
-Huh?
-That's damn good.
-Yeah.
-I needed that.
That is excellent.
-Here, try this.
-What's that?
Caviar. Ohio's finest.
-Caviar.
-(chuckles)
All right, this'll be
a first for me. (chuckles)
Thank you for all this.
This is, uh, above and beyond.
And really cozy.
The generator was,
uh, the wife's idea.
-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah. Oh, no, no, no.
Bett... uh, better with these.
My wife didn't like
potato chips.
Can you imagine somebody not
liking a fucking potato chip?
So, your wife was
a professor, too?
Yeah, physicist.
Hard science.
She died ten years ago.
-Yeah, ten years in August.
-Mm.
Hard to imagine anybody
dying of anything else.
But they did.
(sniffles)
Your wife?
Year ago.
Guy ran a stop sign.
Kids?
No, uh, no, we never
really got around to it.
What about you?
Never saw the point
of the little fuckers.
(laughs)
("Do It Again" by Steely Dan
begins)
♪ ♪
You don't talk much,
do you, East Texas?
Something tells me
that ain't gonna be a problem.
(both laugh)
Fair enough. Well, hell,
I haven't had anybody
to talk to
other than myself and my...
my old buddy, Kojak
over there...
Hey, speaking of which,
have-have you seen many dogs?
Haven't even heard one bark.
Take it he wasn't yours before
this whole thing went down?
That would be quite
a coincidence.
No, no, no.
What I gathered from the news,
back when
there was news...
Captain Trips
hit dogs as bad
as it hit people.
Yep, dogs...
horses...
guinea pigs.
Yeah, yeah,
and-and yet, uh, deer!
-Yeah, deer.
-Sons of bitches are everywhere.
Everywhere.
-What... what's up with that?
-And rats.
What sort of horseshit
Judgment Day spares the rats?
Is that what you think this is?
Really, you think this is
Judgment Day?
"Show me a man
or a woman alone
"and I'll show you a saint.
"Give me two
and they'll fall in love.
"Give me three, they'll create
a charming little thing
called society."
It's true, you need
a society to build
buildings
and golf courses and...
towns and...
steeples and create
the Internet, everything else!
But the other stuff
society gives you...
let's think about that,
East Texas...
outcasts, prejudice,
competition?
You can keep the rest
of that crap for yourself.
And you don't feel
the slightest obligation
to get things back up
and running?
"Up and running" is
what got us here.
I think it's high time we tried
down and standing still.
(clucks tongue)
♪ You go back, Jack,
do it again. ♪
(insects trilling)
Well, Nick Andros.
It is good to see you.
Come on in, come in.
Oh, Nick, now...
you don't need to sign here.
You can talk.
Try.
How you doing
with the Dark Man?
He scares me.
Yes, he should.
He should.
He's scary as pee.
And I don't mind the Lord
hearing me say it.
(soft chuckle)
Who are you?
My name is Abagail Freemantle.
Some folks call me
Mother Abagail,
because I'm the oldest person
that anyone knows.
No, I mean...
-who are you?
-Oh.
I'm an old woman
who the Lord has chosen
to talk to.
Now, it would not have
been my choice,
but no one asked me.
Well, I don't believe in God.
That's all right.
God believes in you.
And He's got a job for you.
He wants you
to be my voice.
"Voice"?
Lady...
this world has never
been interested in anything
I have to offer.
And I can't imagine
that's changed now.
Oh, but it has, Nick.
You see, the world
is now a blank page.
And unless
we're all working together,
we're not going to be able
to rewrite it.
So I need you to come find me.
How do I find you?
Just ask for me.
I'm at Hemingford Home...
spelled M-O-O-N.
Should anyone ask.
Holy geez, mister!
What happened to your eye?
(sputters)
My name is Tom Cullen.
I'm 42 years old
and developmentally disabled.
Please do not be alarmed
by my behavior,
for I have difficulty
reading social cues.
If you find my behavior
inappropriate to the situation,
please tell me,
and I will endeavor to change.
I am a hard worker, very strong,
and capable
of basic physical labor.
I cannot read, but I can
follow simple direction.
If you know of employment
opportunities,
please contact Miss Sykes
at the Center
for Handicapable Workers...
What's the matter, mister?
Wha...
You know, you sure are quiet.
M-O-O-N,
that spells "quiet."
Did I forget to tell you
I can't read?
Sometimes I do.
It's a lot to remember.
(exhales noisily)
My name is Tom Cullen.
I'm 42 years old... Yeah.
There's two of you.
Your head's hurting.
Well, my laws, it must be.
You must have took
a tumble, didn't you?
My laws.
I hit my head one time
falling off of Grandma's roof.
M-O-O-N,
and that spells ouch.
Aw, sorry about your friend.
Plus, I hurt it
one other time,
when I was too young
to remember.
The skull doesn't fully mesh
until you're two years old.
It lets the brain grow,
but it makes the bones
really easy to break.
You know, mister...
...it sure would be easier
if you'd just
say what's on your mind
instead of acting like
you can't talk.
My laws. My laws!
Well, can you hear at least?
Can you hear Tom Cullen?
Oh...
I wonder why
she didn't tell me.
Nice old Black lady
from inside my head.
(no sound)
Mother Abagail.
Oh, she's the one
who told me where to find you.
What's the matter, mister?
Did I remember to tell you
I have difficulty
reading social cues?
(exhales noisily)
My name is Tom Cullen.
I'm 42 years old
and developmentally disabled.
Please do not be alarmed
by my behavior,
for I have difficulty
reading social cues.
If you find my behavior
inappropriate to the situation,
just tell me.
-(Larry strumming guitar)
-♪ Sacrificing my dreams ♪
♪ Do you know what it means? ♪
♪ Baby, can you dig your man? ♪
♪ Do you know what it means? ♪
(whispering):
Larry.
-Psst.
-What up?
What's up, little man?
Did you like it?
Come here. Check this out.
(playing mid-tempo
blues riff)
♪ ♪
You want to try it?
Go on, Joe. Give it a try.
Come on.
(playing same blues riff
extremely well)
Hey. (chuckles)
-I think we got a ringer on our hands.
-(laughs)
-Wow. Joe...
-Somebody's had lessons.
(laughs)
♪ ♪
-(laughing, clapping)
-LARRY: It hurts, right?
You just need to practice
and build up a callus.
I could show you if you want.
Okay.
It's all good.
You... It's all yours, man.
Just let me know
when you want to jam.
♪ ♪
(scoffs)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Glen.
Hey. Hey, buddy, wake up.
Hey, look. Look at me.
Look at me. Hey.
This painting.
Tell me about it.
This is the most vivid dream
I ever had.
(clears throat)
Yeah.
Just figured
I'd put it down on canvas
best I could.
Who's the woman in it?
Huh?
Who is she?
What's her name?
Is it Mother Abagail?
Uh, I don't-I don't...
I don't know.
(chuckles)
Are we having the same dream?
No, we're not. This is...
We're remembering
the same commercial.
Old lady selling detergent.
This woman...
told me to come see her
in Colorado.
Someplace out in the mountains,
near Boulder.
Hemingford Home.
That's the one.
(exhales tersely)
What else you been painting?
Holy shit.
Huh.
This is Fran.
Who?
Fran.
The woman I saw yesterday.
The one I told you about.
You didn't say she was pregnant.
I...
Well, she wasn't pregnant.
At least
I couldn't tell she was.
I painted that three days ago.
(exhales)
GLEN: A lot of people
saw you carry him in.
Don't give them an explanation,
they'll just make up their own.
How rumors get started.
LARRY: It's better that
they believe a rumor.
Save them from having to think
about this Dark Man in Vegas,
what he means
when he says he's coming.
Those people out there have
a right to know.
-People will panic.
-Yeah. Maybe.
Maybe not.
You'd be surprised
what people can handle
if you give them a chance.
Anybody else want
to weigh in on this?
Me? I don't fuckin' know.
I don't even know
why I'm on the committee
in the first place.
You're here for the same reason
as the rest of us, Larry...
because the magic lady says
it's God's will.
Well, then let's have
an election.
Okay? We'll vote on it.
Mother Abagail told us
to govern this place.
If we hold an election,
there is a chance
that we might lose it...
then what?
We'd be going
against God's will.
Yeah. Oh, and now
that you bring it up,
how are we so certain
it's God's will?
I-I'm not... I'm not saying
that Mother Abagail
isn't capable of things
I never thought possible.
Doesn't mean
I believe that she knows
-what God wants.
-We don't have time for this.
Listen, until the people give
their explicit consent
to be governed by this group,
we're nothing more than
just administrators, at best.
Come on, Stu, are you
really on board with this?
We got... with all due respect...
one guy who is our...
go-between with Mother Abagail.
She chose, Glen.
She wasn't interested
in our opinion back then.
I can't imagine that's changed.
MOTHER ABAGAIL:
It hasn't.
GLEN:
Mother Abagail, we're having
-a conversation about...
-Glen Bateman,
I love you,
but there's nothing to discuss.
I told you, if you had anything
you wanted to say to me,
you were to say it to Nick.
And if there was anything
I had to say in return,
you were to act like Nick
was speaking for me,
and you'd take care of it.
Let me go, little girl!
Okay, but that leaves him
directly responsible for the...
MOTHER ABAGAIL:
What?
Okay.
Okay.
(wheezing gasp)
(labored breathing)
MOTHER ABAGAIL:
You're all right.
You've been through a lot.
(exhales)
I dreamed of you.
I've come from a bad place.
An awful place.
And there's a man there...
but he ain't no man.
He's got lots of names.
The hardcase.
The Walkin' Dude.
(whispers):
Flagg.
Showed up while we were all
still shell-shocked.
At first,
I was grateful for him.
He brought us out of the
chaos,
promised us a chance
to be on top for once.
Then...
they started bringing in
the slaves.
I stuck it out long as I could.
But then...
I knew I needed to get out.
To get here.
To you.
Flagg's men caught me
trying to cross the border.
They... Oh, God.
They put me up on that pole.
Then...
he-he comes to me...
...whispering in my ear.
Said he's gonna
send me to you as a message.
What was the message?
He-he said...
(grunts) No, no, no, no, no!
(whimpering)
No!
(Heck exclaims) No!
(grunting)
(birds cawing, squawking)
(heavy breathing)
I have your blood in my fists,
old Mother.
Pray your God takes you
before you hear my boots
on your steps.
I'm gonna blow
your house down!
(screams)
(gasps, grunting)
(shouting)
(Heck exhales)
(insects trilling)
(shakes matchbox,
tosses it down)
(overlapping,
indistinct whispers)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
FLAGG:
There she is.
(exhales sharply)
NADINE:
I don't like it.
Boulder.
I can't feel you there.
FLAGG: It's the old witch
with her black magic.
That's why I need you there.
I need you to be my eye.
So lonely.
Well, of course you're lonely.
People there, they don't
understand folks like us.
They hate
what they don't understand.
Nadine...
my queen,
I'm here for you.
I've always been here.
I want to come to you now.
Soon.
(sighs)
Just one thing
I need you to do first.
Anything. Anything!
Anything.
I need you to kill the witch
and the five puppets
she put in charge there.
Kill?
How?
I've already found the weapon.
I just need you
to pull his trigger.
-Mind the boy.
-What?
(gasps, grunts)
Hi, Joe.
(soft chuckle)
Did you have a bad dream?
(sniffles)
It's a...
It's a silly game.
I... have to teach you
that sometime.
I've been playing it
since I was your age.
Okay, well...
Why don't I tuck you in?
Come on.
Come on, Joe.
WEIZAK: Always thought church
was fairy tales for adults.
But us ending up in Colorado
after the apocalypse,
land of a million
weed dispensaries...
Maybe there is a higher power.
Whatcha think happened
to this poor bastard?
"You should see the other guy."
(chuckles weakly)
(straining)
(grunts)
-Feels weird carrying one this fresh.
-Yeah.
But it's a nice change of pace.
-Ready?
-Yeah.
Think we ought to say something?
First guy we brought here hadn't
already been dead for weeks.
First of many.
(scoffs)
("White Rabbit"
by Jefferson Airplane begins)
Captioning sponsored by
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♪ ♪
♪ One pill makes you larger ♪
♪ And one pill makes you small ♪
♪ And the ones
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♪ Don't do anything at all ♪
♪ Go ask Alice ♪
♪ When she's ten feet tall ♪
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♪ And you know
you're going to fall ♪
♪ Tell 'em a hookah-smoking
caterpillar ♪
♪ Has given you the call ♪
♪ He called Alice ♪
♪ When she was just small ♪
♪ When the men
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♪ Get up and tell you
where to go ♪
♪ And you've just had
some kind of mushroom ♪
♪ And your mind is moving low ♪
♪ Go ask Alice ♪
♪ I think she'll know ♪
♪ When logic and proportion ♪
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♪ And the White Knight is
talking backwards ♪
♪ And the Red Queen's
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♪ Remember ♪
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