The Stand (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Suspicious Minds - full transcript
I got out of New York with a woman,
and she killed herself.
Maybe I'm meant to be alone.
The man who gave me this,
he sent me here to find you.
You want to kill Stu Redman.
What about the others?
-Mister Chairman?
-Yes, Harold?
I'd like to put a motion on the floor,
to accept the slate of ad hoc
committee members in toto.
Ms. Cross?
Hawk... Run!
Seems to me we need to send somebody,
or bodies, out to Vegas.
-How many people will we send?
-Well, that's gonna be dangerous.
Which is why I insist that
we take no action.
Just too many unknowns out there.
-I nominate Judge Farris.
-Of course I accept.
-Tom Cullen.
-Tom will surprise you.
How about I try something
a little louder?
How many people? How many guns?
Did I see the bad man from your dreams?
Name's Flagg. I'm gonna make you
my right-hand man, Lloyd.
I'd like that.
Yeah, I have a name for nomination.
Dayna Jurgens.
You want me to talk my way through
whatever trigger-happy sadists
that this Dark Man has installed
as his border guards,
on the remains of Las Vegas.
Then haul my ass back here,
and then tell you what I saw?
I'm in.
Look, this substation is a mess.
We're barely making our quotas as it is.
So tell me, how am I supposed to keep
on schedule when you pull my best guy?
Now, I did mark down that that request
came direct from Mr. Henreid, didn't I?
Hey, Flashdance! Hey, Flashdance!
Dayna! Come over here.
Ms. Lawry here would
like a word with you.
Why don't you just come with me?
So, you like it down here
in the mole rat squad?
I mean, it's not that bad.
You know, help keep things running.
Oh, shit! Not enough money in the world
would put me down in this hole.
Not enough anything.
Word is, you've been asking questions.
-Is that not okay?
-Depends on the question.
You been asking about Mr. Flagg.
What's got you so hot and bothered
to see The Man anyway?
Honestly, I have these dreams with him.
Oh, we all dream of him.
That don't make you special.
I know that.
Well, the way it works is...
If you wanna get to see The Man
you gotta see...
my man.
Well! Look at who we gotta here!
Dayna with a "Y", am I right?
-How do you pronounce that, Dayna?
-Dayna.
Appreciate you fetching her, sugar.
And may I say...
Wow, you are so fetching!
Holy shit! You're Lloyd Henreid.
You're his right-hand man.
That's me, sweet buns.
I'm the one that rides the elevator
all the way up, to the top.
You been gathering around town asking
everybody that you need to see Flagg.
Look, I'm really sorry.
I didn't mean to just...
No, need to apologize.
But you got Flagg intrigued.
Which has got me intrigued.
Where you been, girl?
Captain Trips' been around for months
and months.
Now you kinda show up outta the blue
sayin' "I need to see Flagg."
-What? You been hidin' out?
-No.
I saw what was out there
and it wasn't for me.
All right, well, boss man wants me
to pick you up, show you a good time.
Bring you to this fine establishment.
We got an amazing society out here,
and we owe it all to Mr. Flagg.
I owe my life to Mr. Flagg,
because he saved me.
I was at the bottom of the barrel
and he plucked me out.
And, shit, girl, look at me now!
I see it.
This place, you can be anything
you wanna be here.
All it is, is a question of motivation.
Name, age, pre-Plague occupation,
special skills.
-Name, age, pre...
-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...
Shut the fuck up!
What the fuck, fellas?
Apparently, that's about all he's said
since he walked up to the roadblock.
Just toss him in the slave cages.
-What's wrong?
-You know Mr. Flagg's rule.
Anyone who comes here voluntarily
is a citizen, no matter what.
I suggest you find him something.
Well, how am I supposed to place him
if I got no idea what he can do?
My name is Tom Cullen. I'm 42 years
old and I'm developmentally disabled.
Jesus fucking Christ!
Report to the front desk,
Gladiator's Hall. Show him that.
Next.
Thought I thought you said
you were on the top floor?
This is the top floor,
as far as you're concerned.
Hey, what's up, Victor?
Boom! Everything above is reserved.
For Mr. Flagg?
Plenty of action down here, anyway.
Somebody's gotta take care of this
place. Ain't that right, sweet buns?
Oh, you are always right, Daddy.
Welcome to heaven!
Hey, Weizak, if you can hear me,
this is Stu.
You just sit tight buddy, okay?
We're gonna come get you.
Stay warm... Try to, at least.
If you can let us know
your position in any way.
Honk a horn, or a flashlight beam
or anything, do it.
-Come on!
-What?
Your clothes.
We're going to find you, Weizak.
Hawk. Run!
-What if they don't buy it?
-What?
-What if they don't believe us?
-Harold, we've been over this.
We could leave. Tonight. Now.
We're not leaving.
-'Cause of Joe?
-Because of him.
Listen, Harold. We can't fuck this up.
Do you understand?
We cannot let him down.
Hey, listen up! All off-duty watchmen
to the amphitheater, now.
-On my way.
-Copy that. Heading over.
You ever heard of a guy
shooting himself in the chest?
Norris said it happens more
than you think.
Said he saw it a bunch
when he was as an EMT.
More common in women,
but it does happen.
I didn't know the guy well, but Weizak
didn't strike me as the suicide type.
Everything we been through, I'm
surprised we don't see more of these.
Yeah, I guess.
You sound like you wanna say something.
It's just that, that poor guy
that we found on the road
told us the devil was coming and then
one of our watchmen turns up dead.
You think that's a coincidence?
I think it can be tempting to believe
it's all connected,
but wouldn't necessarily make it so.
Hey, Stu, Norris here. Go to three.
Yeah, go for Stu.
You said you wanted to know
as soon as Lauder got here.
Is it true?
Weizak?
Yeah, it's true, Harold.
I'm sorry, I know he was your friend.
There's no possibility it was,
you know, an accident?
He was just fooling around with the gun,
went off by mistake?
Yeah. That is a possibility, yeah.
Takes the fucking coward's way out.
Look, Harold. It's normal to be upset...
He was thinking about opening
a drive-in. Up here.
Showing the old movies
that we found cleaning houses.
You think maybe I should,
I should take that on?
I mean, it would give everybody a
reason to come together as a community.
Yeah. I think that's a great idea,
Harold.
Yeah.
I told you not to do anything having
to do with the Dark Man
until we got the okay from above.
And what do y'all do?
You go and you send spies.
Are you trying to start a war?
Why did you do this?
What did you think was going to happen?
After everything you've seen,
after everything you've gone through!
You know he can see you.
He can see what you've done!
My God!
Oh, Nick! You were supposed
to be my voice.
The Lord said it was you!
And now, you're talking about
y'all sent spies!
The Israelites sent spies into Canaan.
Bought and it bought 'em 40 years
in the desert.
Guess I guess we'll find out
what you all have wrought.
-Oh, daddy! Are you ready for this?
-Yes... You're so sexy!
Dayna-with-a-Y!
Don't be shy.
Come and get some, sweet buns.
Come on, where's my bitch?
-I got a surprise for you.
-Shut up!
Honey, I left something for you on
the couch. You pick what you like.
-A toy?
-I've got a surprise for you.
-Oh, you got a new toy for me, baby?
-I got a new toy for you, Daddy.
-Oh, fuck yeah!
-Yeah. Just wait till you see it.
Oh, stop it! Oh, fuck you're so hot.
-Oh God!
-Look at that!
-Aren't you just a tasty little treat?
-You guys gonna kiss?
Okay. Fucking shit!
Can I get in there?
Oh, yeah. I gotta get you all nice
and relaxed for Mr. Flagg later.
Wait, what?
Oh, you know that Mr. Flagg
tolerates you
so much better when you are relaxed.
Sidebar, really quick.
Can we maybe not, please?
You know it's gonna be a big time
at the fights.
And you need to get yourself correct,
before you see The Man.
I've told you, like over five times.
I don't like it when you bring up Flagg.
Especially when we're about...
I forgot.
I'm not supposed to say "Mr. Flagg."
Okay, please stop saying his name.
-Let's just go.
-No?
Fuck! Now I'm as soft as a pool floatie!
What's the matter, Daddy?
She does this every time.
It's infuriating! Fuck!
Oh, man! He's just adorable.
Yeah, come to mama!
You just have to say the word "Flagg"
and he starts quaking
like a shittin' poodle.
Hey, Daddy, is this thing gonna happen
or what?
I'll be out in a second.
It's gonna happen.
Well, I was just thinking that if this
isn't gonna happen right now,
then we got a little bit of time,
maybe we can go shopping?
Yeah, this shit's a lost cause.
Let's fucking shop.
Man!
Oh, honey.
Oh, folks.
Let's hear it for those prelims.
And this is just a friendly reminder.
We only have a few minutes
left to make your main event bets.
Why, I think just last night, we had
a fellow win a brand new pleasure girl.
And I think it was a thousand rounds
of .50-cal ammo.
Next time, folks, that could be you.
Hey, see that big fella down there,
that one with the beard?
Yeah, I guess so. Why?
On my way here I ran
into these two fellas.
Well, I call them the two dummies.
One of them was dumb as in, like,
he can't talk. He can't hear neither.
The other one was dumb as in,
like, a feeb.
They made quite the pair, like
a goddamn Richard Pryor movie.
I'm pretty sure that big fella's
the feeb.
I think this is a good opportunity
to acknowledge some VIPs
we have in the audience tonight.
I heard a rumor Lloyd Henreid
has taken time out of his busy schedule
to be with us tonight.
Lloyd, why don't you take a step forward
and give us a chance to show
our appreciation
for you and everything you've given us?
Yeah!
Yeah! They're talking about me!
You know what that is.
It's time for our main event.
Yes! But first, a word from our sponsor,
our benefactor,
the one who makes all of this possible.
The greatest man
the world has ever known.
The father of the future,
Mr. Randall Flagg. Yes!
Let him hear you in the penthouse.
In the world that was, they told you
it was wrong to love violence.
They told you it was wrong to love sex.
They told you it was wrong to want more.
Well, I say their time is at an end.
Our time has begun!
Citizens of New Vegas,
welcome to freedom!
So... when do we get to meet
the man upstairs?
Nadine!
The old witch's powers are fading.
I can see you there now.
Even without your toy.
Why would you care?
You gave me to Harold.
Is that what I did?
No, Nadine.
I gave you purpose.
We're in this together. Always.
Since the moment I found you...
Twelve years old.
Living in that state home.
Not a friend in the world.
Except me. I was your friend, wasn't I?
I didn't give you to anyone.
You know who you belong to.
You belong to me. Only me.
-So, what do they think?
-Exactly what I made them think.
Weizak couldn't cope. Shot himself.
What's so urgent?
You could've told me that later.
Right. It's gotta be urgent for you to
risk being seen with someone like me.
-Oh, God, Harold!
-You didn't have to kill him.
What?
You didn't have to kill him.
I could've...
-Could've what?
-I could've talked to him.
I could've... said something.
He would've listened to me.
I was his friend.
And he would've listened to me.
I'm your friend, Harold.
Oh, no, Harold.
Harold!
Not when we're so close.
We're almost there.
And then we go to him.
Now you remember...
-Hey!
-Hi! Oh, Frannie!
-Fancy meeting you here!
-I was looking for you, actually.
-I heard you were headed this way.
-Who said that?
I don't know. Just someone at the Hub.
I'm so, so sorry about Weizak.
Thanks. Sure he had his reasons.
You wanna come for dinner?
Soon, I would love to have you
for dinner.
-Yes. Yeah, sure. Let's find a time.
-Great.
How about tomorrow?
I mean, I know you're not busy.
I live with the guy who keeps the watch
schedules so...
Oh, I remember. I do remember.
-Tomorrow's great.
-Great!
-Tomorrow.
-So tomorrow?
Okay. Don't bring anything
but your appetite.
-All right.
-Oh, sorry.
-Bye!
-See you later.
-Hey!
-Hey!
You might wanna hang back.
My grip isn't too good on this thing.
-I gotta favor to ask.
-What's up?
I've invited Harold over for dinner.
And you want me to make the casserole.
-I want you to search his house.
-Excuse me?
We're gonna keep him busy.
You want me to break
into Harold's house?
Yeah. And search it.
Looking for what exactly?
I'm not sure exactly.
Larry, I'm worried about him.
I think he might be planning
something bad.
I know it sounds crazy.
It doesn't sound crazy.
Something's off about him.
I felt it when I first met him.
Even Joe, he was...
It doesn't sound crazy.
But what did Stu say?
Because you didn't tell him, Frannie.
Of course, you didn't.
It's a conflict of interest if he knows.
He's the Night Watch captain.
When Harold gets to our house,
I'm gonna call you on Stu's walkie.
And I know that Harold has
a Night Watch walkie of his own,
which is why we're gonna use
the private channels.
And then when dinner's wrapping up,
I'll call you again. Right?
Yeah.
Bring your top hand down to meet
the bottom one when you swing.
It won't sting as much on your hands.
It's like baseball.
-Thanks, Larry.
-Thanks.
Joe!
Joe! Come on! Lunch is ready.
I'm gonna eat it if you don't hurry up!
Joe?
Joe?
Joe!
Have you seen my... The little boy?
Thank God!
Joe, you can't do that.
You cannot run off like that.
I mean, not even
to Mother Abagail's house, okay?
-I was worried sick!
-I'm sorry about that.
I think this is my fault.
But we were having such
a good time talking,
time just got away from us, I think.
He talked to you?
Yeah, well, there's talking
and then there's talking.
Anything I should know? His name, maybe?
No, we did not get that far.
You know his mind is muddled
and filled with things
no child should have ever seen.
Do you play piano?
No. One of the foster homes I was at
had one of these though.
I thought it was a sign that, you know,
it was gonna be different
from all the other places,
but turns out music can't stop people
from being people.
No, it doesn't.
Personally, I don't know anything
about the piano.
It was here when I got here.
But I keep the top open
so the little ones can see what's going
on when they press a key.
Seems to make them comfortable.
You know, I've noticed how well
you and Joe get along.
You're not blood.
You take really nice care of the boy.
-It's not like I had a choice.
-Oh, no. You have a choice.
You had a choice,
you chose to keep him safe.
You had a choice and you chose
to keep him comfortable.
We all have choice until we don't.
Yeah, if that works for me...
If it works for him, it's fine.
You take a six o'clock.
Move it to tomorrow.
What about Tuesday?
We have a little conflict there.
Well, yeah, can you swap it?
-Hi! Come on in. How are ya?
-I'm so glad we're doing this.
-Flowers and wine.
-Great. Thanks.
-Oh, this is beautiful!
-Thank you!
Yeah, let me take these things.
And can I take your coat?
-Yeah.
-Oh, please.
Thank you, Harold.
-How are you? How was your day?
-Fabulous. How was yours?
We got dinner. I gotta go.
I think you can work it out.
Sorry, I apologize.
I'm not gonna be on that all night.
Working out some of the kinks
as far as the patrol assignments
but I don't gotta tell you about that,
do I?
It must be even tougher now that
we're suddenly down a man.
Yeah.
I brought this.
I can't vouch for the vintage
but seems the man who used to own
my house was a collector.
Oh, great.
What do you say we look
through the house.
See if we can find something
to open that up with.
If our dearly departed host
left us a corkscrew or something.
Larry?
-This is Larry.
-He's here. It's on.
Got it. Heading out.
And one more time for the record,
I can't fucking believe you talked me
into doing this. I feel like an idiot.
Noted.
-What's wrong? Is it Joe?
-What?
No. Joe's fine. He's sleeping.
Look, I need to talk to you.
Is there any chance that we could
maybe talk later, 'cause I got...
Do you remember that day
on the road when we first met?
Do you remember that?
You decided you didn't wanna be alone
anymore. And neither do I.
I need you to do something for me,
Larry.
You might be the only person
in this world I trust.
-Wait!
-I don't wanna wait anymore.
-Larry, I can't!
-I mean, why now?
You wouldn't understand. I can't
explain. It won't make sense.
-Nadine...
-I want you to fuck me, Larry.
You don't talk like that.
Nadine, what's wrong?
This isn't like you.
-You don't want me?
-No, I do. I mean...
-Just not this way.
-This is the only way it is.
I don't have a choice.
You don't understand.
It's the only way he'll let me go,
Larry.
-Who's him?
-It's the only way. Please!
Nadine...
Nadine, listen, say we do this and then
you wake up tomorrow feeling regretful.
And like I took advantage of you.
And then we have a falling out.
I mean, we have Joe to think about,
right?
And where does that leave him?
Of course.
-I don't know what I was thinking.
-Just go home.
Get some sleep.
-Want me to walk with you?
-I'll be fine.
Thank you very much.
Cheers to good luck wine.
Take off! Just...
If I were a key, where would I be?
If I were a key, where would I be?
Remember that time you and Amy
took me to Palace Playland?
It's an amusement park
about 30 miles north of Ogunquit.
And I must be like 9 nine or 10.
And rocking through the main thorough
fair-thoroughfare of the park,
and I spot an ice cream parlor.
I go in by myself first and the guy
behind the counter barely even sees me.
It's like I'm not even there.
And then Frannie walks in.
-In walks Frannie.
-All right, yeah.
And his whole life changes.
God, no!
And instantly just, like,
"What can I do for you, Miss?"
She got us three free ice cream cones,
one with chocolate on top.
-Do you remember that?
-You got the face.
Yeah. Exactly.
Do you remember giving me
the one with the chocolate?
Sure.
Yes.
I even felt bad about getting them
for free, I guess.
What?
-I actually wasn't there, Fran.
-Wait, what?
What do you mean?
I wasn't there. I was at home.
-You were there.
-No.
Well, I must be thinking of another time
because...
No, you never took me along.
Not to Palace Playland, not to get
ice cream. Never even invited me.
It was Amy that told me that story.
-Amy's your sister?
-Yeah.
And everybody just loved Amy.
Especially my parents.
Yeah, I miss her.
I was just thinking the other day,
it's a really good thing that
neither of them turned out immune,
'cause then they would've had
to go on without her.
-I'm sorry.
-No. It's...
No. Wine's getting to me
a bit harder than I thought.
-It's been a tough week with Weizak.
-Hey, understandably so.
You have nothing to apologize
for whatsoever.
Is there a restroom I could use
and splash some water on my face?
Yeah. It's just up the stairs
all the way at the end of the hall.
Thanks.
Poor kid's really going through it,
isn't he?
Hey there, lover boy.
Where you at? I'm back.
Whatever they wanna do,
I don't want anybody out there
that hasn't yet got the proper
amount of sleep, all right?
Hey, I agree. We don't want anybody
doing anything foolish.
Let's keep everyone safe
and accounted for.
Why don't we just keep it easy?
Whatever they feel comfortable with.
You scared me.
-What's up?
-I should be heading out.
Oh, no. You don't have to leave yet.
The night is young.
What?
Good night, Frannie. Thanks for dinner.
Bonne nuit, Frannie.
All right. Just make sure no one's
out there that hasn't got any sleep...
Lord! I don't know what I've done to
offend thee, but I am heartily sorry.
Show me my sin.
Show it to me so I know
how to make it better.
Talk to me and take me back into
the confidences of the saints.
Stu, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
-What the hell? What are you doing?
-I will tell you in a second.
Larry, get out of there, now!
He's on his way back. Get out of there!
Come on! Shit!
Shit!
Please, God,
I am your willing recipient.
I'm telling you, ma'am. You just give
us the description of the lost item.
We'll be happy to have our custodial
staff go over every inch...
It's fine.
I just don't wanna put anybody...
Yes, ma'am. It's just
that Mr. Henreid would prefer...
I'm sure Mr. Henreid
would prefer hearing
that you did what I asked, when I asked.
Don't you think?
That's him. He's the one that was
cleaning up the section right before.
Hey, stupid.
Yeah, that means you, fat ass.
I'm afraid you're not going
to have any luck.
This guy is dumber
than a sack of hammers.
The lady's got a question for you,
stupid.
My name is Tom Cullen. I'm 42 years old
and developmentally disabled.
-I'll knock that shit up.
-Just give me a second with him.
-Miss, I'm not sure you...
-Hey, Tom. Hey!
Tom, hi. Hey, I'm Dayna.
Dayna Jurgens.
-I lost something.
-Okay. Do you know what it was?
Yeah, I...
Because sometimes we know we lost
something, but we're not sure what.
The psych said that's a blessing
because if you're only looking
for one special thing,
then anything else you find
is a disappointment...
It's my bracelet.
I lost my bracelet. It's silver.
My mother gave it to me.
You know, it belonged to her mother.
Grandma.
It's a family heirloom.
Hair loom.
You know what? It's a waste of time.
I lost my bracelet. Something
like you wear on your wrist.
Yeah, a bracelet.
Now, where is my Dayna-with-a-Y?
Tom, I lost my bracelet.
Dayna, where you been, girl?
I know how you wanted to meet Flagg.
Flagg wants to meet you too.
-That's right.
-Let's get the fuck outta here!
He told me. He said,
"I wanna meet Dayna,"
and I said, "She actually really
wants to meet you too," so...
M-O-O.
-Off with you, baby.
-See ya. Wouldn't want to be ya.
Oh, the famous Dayna Jurgens.
What a pleasure!
-May I offer you a drink?
-Yeah, I'll take a beer.
Well, the milk is fresh...
-And great for the bones.
-Beer's just fine.
Well, your loss.
So, Dayna, let's talk about what
brought you to New Vegas.
Thank you.
I've been watching you for days.
Almost since the moment
you left Boulder.
-I'm sorry. I have no idea what...
-No idea what I'm talking about?
No, of course you knew.
So, now what? You're just gonna kill me?
No.
No, the world's experienced
too much death lately.
You mean like those poor bastards
you have nailed to the power poles?
Poor bastards like Mr. Garvey?
Remind me.
What'd you do to that "poor bastard"
soon as you got the chance?
The people who come here,
they come seeking my protection
against the Garveys of the world,
and the only way to provide that
is to re-establish order.
Now, I know the charlatan you follow
claims there is a way to do that.
-That's pure Kumbaya...
-Mother Abagail is no charlatan.
Now, you still haven't said
what you're gonna do to me.
I'm gonna send you home.
-Why does it sound like there's a catch?
-Dayna...
Who's the third spy?
Who says that there's three?
For all you know there could just be me
or maybe a dozen others...
No, I know there are two other spies.
One of them's an old hag
that's been holed up on the edge
of the desert for the past few days.
Stagger your arrival, huh? Very smart.
Who's the other one?
You can see so much,
but you still can't see that.
That must be driving you fucking insane.
You dig that?
I learned that trick from my old lover,
Konstantin Stanislavski.
He once told me that acting
is all about reacting.
I was simply using what
you were giving me there.
It was good.
So, you really thought you could
just reach out and kill me, huh?
And then what?
Were you gonna bring this whole place
down with your two friends?
No.
Now, who is it, Dayna? Who's the third
that thinks they're smarter than I am?
-You can still serve me.
-Never.
Never's a long time.
Who's the third spy?
Now, while I admire your determination,
Dayna,
but this is starting to feel delusional.
Stu, how many people around here lock
their doors, let alone their basement?
Well, probably more than you think.
Hey, what are you so worried about?
I just have a really bad feeling
about him.
Yeah, and I don't think
you should ignore that.
But maybe, are we just...
Maybe we're just misreading
this whole thing.
I tell you what I see. I see...
a kid who is in love with someone
who is not in love with him,
and that can mess a person up
in all sorts of ways.
Now, I know you may find this hard
to believe,
but I am familiar
with the complicated emotions,
is what I'm trying to say,
that come with that kind of thing.
I don't want to talk about Harold
anymore.
Mother Abigail?
Has anyone got eyes on Mother A?
Middle of the night.
She's probably in bed.
-You check with Ray at the house?
-This is Ray. I'm at the house.
-You hear that?
-Yeah.
Hey, Ray. This is Stu.
Go again with that.
She's gone. She left us.
What?
-You wanna elaborate on that?
-Mother A!
Ray?
Ray?
and she killed herself.
Maybe I'm meant to be alone.
The man who gave me this,
he sent me here to find you.
You want to kill Stu Redman.
What about the others?
-Mister Chairman?
-Yes, Harold?
I'd like to put a motion on the floor,
to accept the slate of ad hoc
committee members in toto.
Ms. Cross?
Hawk... Run!
Seems to me we need to send somebody,
or bodies, out to Vegas.
-How many people will we send?
-Well, that's gonna be dangerous.
Which is why I insist that
we take no action.
Just too many unknowns out there.
-I nominate Judge Farris.
-Of course I accept.
-Tom Cullen.
-Tom will surprise you.
How about I try something
a little louder?
How many people? How many guns?
Did I see the bad man from your dreams?
Name's Flagg. I'm gonna make you
my right-hand man, Lloyd.
I'd like that.
Yeah, I have a name for nomination.
Dayna Jurgens.
You want me to talk my way through
whatever trigger-happy sadists
that this Dark Man has installed
as his border guards,
on the remains of Las Vegas.
Then haul my ass back here,
and then tell you what I saw?
I'm in.
Look, this substation is a mess.
We're barely making our quotas as it is.
So tell me, how am I supposed to keep
on schedule when you pull my best guy?
Now, I did mark down that that request
came direct from Mr. Henreid, didn't I?
Hey, Flashdance! Hey, Flashdance!
Dayna! Come over here.
Ms. Lawry here would
like a word with you.
Why don't you just come with me?
So, you like it down here
in the mole rat squad?
I mean, it's not that bad.
You know, help keep things running.
Oh, shit! Not enough money in the world
would put me down in this hole.
Not enough anything.
Word is, you've been asking questions.
-Is that not okay?
-Depends on the question.
You been asking about Mr. Flagg.
What's got you so hot and bothered
to see The Man anyway?
Honestly, I have these dreams with him.
Oh, we all dream of him.
That don't make you special.
I know that.
Well, the way it works is...
If you wanna get to see The Man
you gotta see...
my man.
Well! Look at who we gotta here!
Dayna with a "Y", am I right?
-How do you pronounce that, Dayna?
-Dayna.
Appreciate you fetching her, sugar.
And may I say...
Wow, you are so fetching!
Holy shit! You're Lloyd Henreid.
You're his right-hand man.
That's me, sweet buns.
I'm the one that rides the elevator
all the way up, to the top.
You been gathering around town asking
everybody that you need to see Flagg.
Look, I'm really sorry.
I didn't mean to just...
No, need to apologize.
But you got Flagg intrigued.
Which has got me intrigued.
Where you been, girl?
Captain Trips' been around for months
and months.
Now you kinda show up outta the blue
sayin' "I need to see Flagg."
-What? You been hidin' out?
-No.
I saw what was out there
and it wasn't for me.
All right, well, boss man wants me
to pick you up, show you a good time.
Bring you to this fine establishment.
We got an amazing society out here,
and we owe it all to Mr. Flagg.
I owe my life to Mr. Flagg,
because he saved me.
I was at the bottom of the barrel
and he plucked me out.
And, shit, girl, look at me now!
I see it.
This place, you can be anything
you wanna be here.
All it is, is a question of motivation.
Name, age, pre-Plague occupation,
special skills.
-Name, age, pre...
-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...
Shut the fuck up!
What the fuck, fellas?
Apparently, that's about all he's said
since he walked up to the roadblock.
Just toss him in the slave cages.
-What's wrong?
-You know Mr. Flagg's rule.
Anyone who comes here voluntarily
is a citizen, no matter what.
I suggest you find him something.
Well, how am I supposed to place him
if I got no idea what he can do?
My name is Tom Cullen. I'm 42 years
old and I'm developmentally disabled.
Jesus fucking Christ!
Report to the front desk,
Gladiator's Hall. Show him that.
Next.
Thought I thought you said
you were on the top floor?
This is the top floor,
as far as you're concerned.
Hey, what's up, Victor?
Boom! Everything above is reserved.
For Mr. Flagg?
Plenty of action down here, anyway.
Somebody's gotta take care of this
place. Ain't that right, sweet buns?
Oh, you are always right, Daddy.
Welcome to heaven!
Hey, Weizak, if you can hear me,
this is Stu.
You just sit tight buddy, okay?
We're gonna come get you.
Stay warm... Try to, at least.
If you can let us know
your position in any way.
Honk a horn, or a flashlight beam
or anything, do it.
-Come on!
-What?
Your clothes.
We're going to find you, Weizak.
Hawk. Run!
-What if they don't buy it?
-What?
-What if they don't believe us?
-Harold, we've been over this.
We could leave. Tonight. Now.
We're not leaving.
-'Cause of Joe?
-Because of him.
Listen, Harold. We can't fuck this up.
Do you understand?
We cannot let him down.
Hey, listen up! All off-duty watchmen
to the amphitheater, now.
-On my way.
-Copy that. Heading over.
You ever heard of a guy
shooting himself in the chest?
Norris said it happens more
than you think.
Said he saw it a bunch
when he was as an EMT.
More common in women,
but it does happen.
I didn't know the guy well, but Weizak
didn't strike me as the suicide type.
Everything we been through, I'm
surprised we don't see more of these.
Yeah, I guess.
You sound like you wanna say something.
It's just that, that poor guy
that we found on the road
told us the devil was coming and then
one of our watchmen turns up dead.
You think that's a coincidence?
I think it can be tempting to believe
it's all connected,
but wouldn't necessarily make it so.
Hey, Stu, Norris here. Go to three.
Yeah, go for Stu.
You said you wanted to know
as soon as Lauder got here.
Is it true?
Weizak?
Yeah, it's true, Harold.
I'm sorry, I know he was your friend.
There's no possibility it was,
you know, an accident?
He was just fooling around with the gun,
went off by mistake?
Yeah. That is a possibility, yeah.
Takes the fucking coward's way out.
Look, Harold. It's normal to be upset...
He was thinking about opening
a drive-in. Up here.
Showing the old movies
that we found cleaning houses.
You think maybe I should,
I should take that on?
I mean, it would give everybody a
reason to come together as a community.
Yeah. I think that's a great idea,
Harold.
Yeah.
I told you not to do anything having
to do with the Dark Man
until we got the okay from above.
And what do y'all do?
You go and you send spies.
Are you trying to start a war?
Why did you do this?
What did you think was going to happen?
After everything you've seen,
after everything you've gone through!
You know he can see you.
He can see what you've done!
My God!
Oh, Nick! You were supposed
to be my voice.
The Lord said it was you!
And now, you're talking about
y'all sent spies!
The Israelites sent spies into Canaan.
Bought and it bought 'em 40 years
in the desert.
Guess I guess we'll find out
what you all have wrought.
-Oh, daddy! Are you ready for this?
-Yes... You're so sexy!
Dayna-with-a-Y!
Don't be shy.
Come and get some, sweet buns.
Come on, where's my bitch?
-I got a surprise for you.
-Shut up!
Honey, I left something for you on
the couch. You pick what you like.
-A toy?
-I've got a surprise for you.
-Oh, you got a new toy for me, baby?
-I got a new toy for you, Daddy.
-Oh, fuck yeah!
-Yeah. Just wait till you see it.
Oh, stop it! Oh, fuck you're so hot.
-Oh God!
-Look at that!
-Aren't you just a tasty little treat?
-You guys gonna kiss?
Okay. Fucking shit!
Can I get in there?
Oh, yeah. I gotta get you all nice
and relaxed for Mr. Flagg later.
Wait, what?
Oh, you know that Mr. Flagg
tolerates you
so much better when you are relaxed.
Sidebar, really quick.
Can we maybe not, please?
You know it's gonna be a big time
at the fights.
And you need to get yourself correct,
before you see The Man.
I've told you, like over five times.
I don't like it when you bring up Flagg.
Especially when we're about...
I forgot.
I'm not supposed to say "Mr. Flagg."
Okay, please stop saying his name.
-Let's just go.
-No?
Fuck! Now I'm as soft as a pool floatie!
What's the matter, Daddy?
She does this every time.
It's infuriating! Fuck!
Oh, man! He's just adorable.
Yeah, come to mama!
You just have to say the word "Flagg"
and he starts quaking
like a shittin' poodle.
Hey, Daddy, is this thing gonna happen
or what?
I'll be out in a second.
It's gonna happen.
Well, I was just thinking that if this
isn't gonna happen right now,
then we got a little bit of time,
maybe we can go shopping?
Yeah, this shit's a lost cause.
Let's fucking shop.
Man!
Oh, honey.
Oh, folks.
Let's hear it for those prelims.
And this is just a friendly reminder.
We only have a few minutes
left to make your main event bets.
Why, I think just last night, we had
a fellow win a brand new pleasure girl.
And I think it was a thousand rounds
of .50-cal ammo.
Next time, folks, that could be you.
Hey, see that big fella down there,
that one with the beard?
Yeah, I guess so. Why?
On my way here I ran
into these two fellas.
Well, I call them the two dummies.
One of them was dumb as in, like,
he can't talk. He can't hear neither.
The other one was dumb as in,
like, a feeb.
They made quite the pair, like
a goddamn Richard Pryor movie.
I'm pretty sure that big fella's
the feeb.
I think this is a good opportunity
to acknowledge some VIPs
we have in the audience tonight.
I heard a rumor Lloyd Henreid
has taken time out of his busy schedule
to be with us tonight.
Lloyd, why don't you take a step forward
and give us a chance to show
our appreciation
for you and everything you've given us?
Yeah!
Yeah! They're talking about me!
You know what that is.
It's time for our main event.
Yes! But first, a word from our sponsor,
our benefactor,
the one who makes all of this possible.
The greatest man
the world has ever known.
The father of the future,
Mr. Randall Flagg. Yes!
Let him hear you in the penthouse.
In the world that was, they told you
it was wrong to love violence.
They told you it was wrong to love sex.
They told you it was wrong to want more.
Well, I say their time is at an end.
Our time has begun!
Citizens of New Vegas,
welcome to freedom!
So... when do we get to meet
the man upstairs?
Nadine!
The old witch's powers are fading.
I can see you there now.
Even without your toy.
Why would you care?
You gave me to Harold.
Is that what I did?
No, Nadine.
I gave you purpose.
We're in this together. Always.
Since the moment I found you...
Twelve years old.
Living in that state home.
Not a friend in the world.
Except me. I was your friend, wasn't I?
I didn't give you to anyone.
You know who you belong to.
You belong to me. Only me.
-So, what do they think?
-Exactly what I made them think.
Weizak couldn't cope. Shot himself.
What's so urgent?
You could've told me that later.
Right. It's gotta be urgent for you to
risk being seen with someone like me.
-Oh, God, Harold!
-You didn't have to kill him.
What?
You didn't have to kill him.
I could've...
-Could've what?
-I could've talked to him.
I could've... said something.
He would've listened to me.
I was his friend.
And he would've listened to me.
I'm your friend, Harold.
Oh, no, Harold.
Harold!
Not when we're so close.
We're almost there.
And then we go to him.
Now you remember...
-Hey!
-Hi! Oh, Frannie!
-Fancy meeting you here!
-I was looking for you, actually.
-I heard you were headed this way.
-Who said that?
I don't know. Just someone at the Hub.
I'm so, so sorry about Weizak.
Thanks. Sure he had his reasons.
You wanna come for dinner?
Soon, I would love to have you
for dinner.
-Yes. Yeah, sure. Let's find a time.
-Great.
How about tomorrow?
I mean, I know you're not busy.
I live with the guy who keeps the watch
schedules so...
Oh, I remember. I do remember.
-Tomorrow's great.
-Great!
-Tomorrow.
-So tomorrow?
Okay. Don't bring anything
but your appetite.
-All right.
-Oh, sorry.
-Bye!
-See you later.
-Hey!
-Hey!
You might wanna hang back.
My grip isn't too good on this thing.
-I gotta favor to ask.
-What's up?
I've invited Harold over for dinner.
And you want me to make the casserole.
-I want you to search his house.
-Excuse me?
We're gonna keep him busy.
You want me to break
into Harold's house?
Yeah. And search it.
Looking for what exactly?
I'm not sure exactly.
Larry, I'm worried about him.
I think he might be planning
something bad.
I know it sounds crazy.
It doesn't sound crazy.
Something's off about him.
I felt it when I first met him.
Even Joe, he was...
It doesn't sound crazy.
But what did Stu say?
Because you didn't tell him, Frannie.
Of course, you didn't.
It's a conflict of interest if he knows.
He's the Night Watch captain.
When Harold gets to our house,
I'm gonna call you on Stu's walkie.
And I know that Harold has
a Night Watch walkie of his own,
which is why we're gonna use
the private channels.
And then when dinner's wrapping up,
I'll call you again. Right?
Yeah.
Bring your top hand down to meet
the bottom one when you swing.
It won't sting as much on your hands.
It's like baseball.
-Thanks, Larry.
-Thanks.
Joe!
Joe! Come on! Lunch is ready.
I'm gonna eat it if you don't hurry up!
Joe?
Joe?
Joe!
Have you seen my... The little boy?
Thank God!
Joe, you can't do that.
You cannot run off like that.
I mean, not even
to Mother Abagail's house, okay?
-I was worried sick!
-I'm sorry about that.
I think this is my fault.
But we were having such
a good time talking,
time just got away from us, I think.
He talked to you?
Yeah, well, there's talking
and then there's talking.
Anything I should know? His name, maybe?
No, we did not get that far.
You know his mind is muddled
and filled with things
no child should have ever seen.
Do you play piano?
No. One of the foster homes I was at
had one of these though.
I thought it was a sign that, you know,
it was gonna be different
from all the other places,
but turns out music can't stop people
from being people.
No, it doesn't.
Personally, I don't know anything
about the piano.
It was here when I got here.
But I keep the top open
so the little ones can see what's going
on when they press a key.
Seems to make them comfortable.
You know, I've noticed how well
you and Joe get along.
You're not blood.
You take really nice care of the boy.
-It's not like I had a choice.
-Oh, no. You have a choice.
You had a choice,
you chose to keep him safe.
You had a choice and you chose
to keep him comfortable.
We all have choice until we don't.
Yeah, if that works for me...
If it works for him, it's fine.
You take a six o'clock.
Move it to tomorrow.
What about Tuesday?
We have a little conflict there.
Well, yeah, can you swap it?
-Hi! Come on in. How are ya?
-I'm so glad we're doing this.
-Flowers and wine.
-Great. Thanks.
-Oh, this is beautiful!
-Thank you!
Yeah, let me take these things.
And can I take your coat?
-Yeah.
-Oh, please.
Thank you, Harold.
-How are you? How was your day?
-Fabulous. How was yours?
We got dinner. I gotta go.
I think you can work it out.
Sorry, I apologize.
I'm not gonna be on that all night.
Working out some of the kinks
as far as the patrol assignments
but I don't gotta tell you about that,
do I?
It must be even tougher now that
we're suddenly down a man.
Yeah.
I brought this.
I can't vouch for the vintage
but seems the man who used to own
my house was a collector.
Oh, great.
What do you say we look
through the house.
See if we can find something
to open that up with.
If our dearly departed host
left us a corkscrew or something.
Larry?
-This is Larry.
-He's here. It's on.
Got it. Heading out.
And one more time for the record,
I can't fucking believe you talked me
into doing this. I feel like an idiot.
Noted.
-What's wrong? Is it Joe?
-What?
No. Joe's fine. He's sleeping.
Look, I need to talk to you.
Is there any chance that we could
maybe talk later, 'cause I got...
Do you remember that day
on the road when we first met?
Do you remember that?
You decided you didn't wanna be alone
anymore. And neither do I.
I need you to do something for me,
Larry.
You might be the only person
in this world I trust.
-Wait!
-I don't wanna wait anymore.
-Larry, I can't!
-I mean, why now?
You wouldn't understand. I can't
explain. It won't make sense.
-Nadine...
-I want you to fuck me, Larry.
You don't talk like that.
Nadine, what's wrong?
This isn't like you.
-You don't want me?
-No, I do. I mean...
-Just not this way.
-This is the only way it is.
I don't have a choice.
You don't understand.
It's the only way he'll let me go,
Larry.
-Who's him?
-It's the only way. Please!
Nadine...
Nadine, listen, say we do this and then
you wake up tomorrow feeling regretful.
And like I took advantage of you.
And then we have a falling out.
I mean, we have Joe to think about,
right?
And where does that leave him?
Of course.
-I don't know what I was thinking.
-Just go home.
Get some sleep.
-Want me to walk with you?
-I'll be fine.
Thank you very much.
Cheers to good luck wine.
Take off! Just...
If I were a key, where would I be?
If I were a key, where would I be?
Remember that time you and Amy
took me to Palace Playland?
It's an amusement park
about 30 miles north of Ogunquit.
And I must be like 9 nine or 10.
And rocking through the main thorough
fair-thoroughfare of the park,
and I spot an ice cream parlor.
I go in by myself first and the guy
behind the counter barely even sees me.
It's like I'm not even there.
And then Frannie walks in.
-In walks Frannie.
-All right, yeah.
And his whole life changes.
God, no!
And instantly just, like,
"What can I do for you, Miss?"
She got us three free ice cream cones,
one with chocolate on top.
-Do you remember that?
-You got the face.
Yeah. Exactly.
Do you remember giving me
the one with the chocolate?
Sure.
Yes.
I even felt bad about getting them
for free, I guess.
What?
-I actually wasn't there, Fran.
-Wait, what?
What do you mean?
I wasn't there. I was at home.
-You were there.
-No.
Well, I must be thinking of another time
because...
No, you never took me along.
Not to Palace Playland, not to get
ice cream. Never even invited me.
It was Amy that told me that story.
-Amy's your sister?
-Yeah.
And everybody just loved Amy.
Especially my parents.
Yeah, I miss her.
I was just thinking the other day,
it's a really good thing that
neither of them turned out immune,
'cause then they would've had
to go on without her.
-I'm sorry.
-No. It's...
No. Wine's getting to me
a bit harder than I thought.
-It's been a tough week with Weizak.
-Hey, understandably so.
You have nothing to apologize
for whatsoever.
Is there a restroom I could use
and splash some water on my face?
Yeah. It's just up the stairs
all the way at the end of the hall.
Thanks.
Poor kid's really going through it,
isn't he?
Hey there, lover boy.
Where you at? I'm back.
Whatever they wanna do,
I don't want anybody out there
that hasn't yet got the proper
amount of sleep, all right?
Hey, I agree. We don't want anybody
doing anything foolish.
Let's keep everyone safe
and accounted for.
Why don't we just keep it easy?
Whatever they feel comfortable with.
You scared me.
-What's up?
-I should be heading out.
Oh, no. You don't have to leave yet.
The night is young.
What?
Good night, Frannie. Thanks for dinner.
Bonne nuit, Frannie.
All right. Just make sure no one's
out there that hasn't got any sleep...
Lord! I don't know what I've done to
offend thee, but I am heartily sorry.
Show me my sin.
Show it to me so I know
how to make it better.
Talk to me and take me back into
the confidences of the saints.
Stu, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
-What the hell? What are you doing?
-I will tell you in a second.
Larry, get out of there, now!
He's on his way back. Get out of there!
Come on! Shit!
Shit!
Please, God,
I am your willing recipient.
I'm telling you, ma'am. You just give
us the description of the lost item.
We'll be happy to have our custodial
staff go over every inch...
It's fine.
I just don't wanna put anybody...
Yes, ma'am. It's just
that Mr. Henreid would prefer...
I'm sure Mr. Henreid
would prefer hearing
that you did what I asked, when I asked.
Don't you think?
That's him. He's the one that was
cleaning up the section right before.
Hey, stupid.
Yeah, that means you, fat ass.
I'm afraid you're not going
to have any luck.
This guy is dumber
than a sack of hammers.
The lady's got a question for you,
stupid.
My name is Tom Cullen. I'm 42 years old
and developmentally disabled.
-I'll knock that shit up.
-Just give me a second with him.
-Miss, I'm not sure you...
-Hey, Tom. Hey!
Tom, hi. Hey, I'm Dayna.
Dayna Jurgens.
-I lost something.
-Okay. Do you know what it was?
Yeah, I...
Because sometimes we know we lost
something, but we're not sure what.
The psych said that's a blessing
because if you're only looking
for one special thing,
then anything else you find
is a disappointment...
It's my bracelet.
I lost my bracelet. It's silver.
My mother gave it to me.
You know, it belonged to her mother.
Grandma.
It's a family heirloom.
Hair loom.
You know what? It's a waste of time.
I lost my bracelet. Something
like you wear on your wrist.
Yeah, a bracelet.
Now, where is my Dayna-with-a-Y?
Tom, I lost my bracelet.
Dayna, where you been, girl?
I know how you wanted to meet Flagg.
Flagg wants to meet you too.
-That's right.
-Let's get the fuck outta here!
He told me. He said,
"I wanna meet Dayna,"
and I said, "She actually really
wants to meet you too," so...
M-O-O.
-Off with you, baby.
-See ya. Wouldn't want to be ya.
Oh, the famous Dayna Jurgens.
What a pleasure!
-May I offer you a drink?
-Yeah, I'll take a beer.
Well, the milk is fresh...
-And great for the bones.
-Beer's just fine.
Well, your loss.
So, Dayna, let's talk about what
brought you to New Vegas.
Thank you.
I've been watching you for days.
Almost since the moment
you left Boulder.
-I'm sorry. I have no idea what...
-No idea what I'm talking about?
No, of course you knew.
So, now what? You're just gonna kill me?
No.
No, the world's experienced
too much death lately.
You mean like those poor bastards
you have nailed to the power poles?
Poor bastards like Mr. Garvey?
Remind me.
What'd you do to that "poor bastard"
soon as you got the chance?
The people who come here,
they come seeking my protection
against the Garveys of the world,
and the only way to provide that
is to re-establish order.
Now, I know the charlatan you follow
claims there is a way to do that.
-That's pure Kumbaya...
-Mother Abagail is no charlatan.
Now, you still haven't said
what you're gonna do to me.
I'm gonna send you home.
-Why does it sound like there's a catch?
-Dayna...
Who's the third spy?
Who says that there's three?
For all you know there could just be me
or maybe a dozen others...
No, I know there are two other spies.
One of them's an old hag
that's been holed up on the edge
of the desert for the past few days.
Stagger your arrival, huh? Very smart.
Who's the other one?
You can see so much,
but you still can't see that.
That must be driving you fucking insane.
You dig that?
I learned that trick from my old lover,
Konstantin Stanislavski.
He once told me that acting
is all about reacting.
I was simply using what
you were giving me there.
It was good.
So, you really thought you could
just reach out and kill me, huh?
And then what?
Were you gonna bring this whole place
down with your two friends?
No.
Now, who is it, Dayna? Who's the third
that thinks they're smarter than I am?
-You can still serve me.
-Never.
Never's a long time.
Who's the third spy?
Now, while I admire your determination,
Dayna,
but this is starting to feel delusional.
Stu, how many people around here lock
their doors, let alone their basement?
Well, probably more than you think.
Hey, what are you so worried about?
I just have a really bad feeling
about him.
Yeah, and I don't think
you should ignore that.
But maybe, are we just...
Maybe we're just misreading
this whole thing.
I tell you what I see. I see...
a kid who is in love with someone
who is not in love with him,
and that can mess a person up
in all sorts of ways.
Now, I know you may find this hard
to believe,
but I am familiar
with the complicated emotions,
is what I'm trying to say,
that come with that kind of thing.
I don't want to talk about Harold
anymore.
Mother Abigail?
Has anyone got eyes on Mother A?
Middle of the night.
She's probably in bed.
-You check with Ray at the house?
-This is Ray. I'm at the house.
-You hear that?
-Yeah.
Hey, Ray. This is Stu.
Go again with that.
She's gone. She left us.
What?
-You wanna elaborate on that?
-Mother A!
Ray?
Ray?