The Stand (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Coda: Frannie in the Well - full transcript
Court is fucking in session!
Is that all he has
over you is fear?
Lloyd, fucking shoot that man.
That he's nothing
without your fear!
It doesn't feel right.
Something's not right!
No!
Make them pay! Make them pay!
Make them pay!
Let's get this party started.
Any last words?
-I will fear no evil!
-Shut up!
I brought you the fire.
He's gone.
Who is?
The Dark Man.
Can you see him? Can you see...
can you see Stu, Joe?
Joe, tell me,
can you see Stu? Can...
Oh, shit.
I wish I could tell you
every story has a happy ending.
Truth is,
most stories don't end at all.
Not really.
Feels like every day
we're making progress.
But the question is
where are we headed,
and how much farther do we have
to go before we get there?
How long
before we go from rebuilding
back to just living again?
And how long after that
before this place
goes back to being
just like before?
Sometimes it feels like
Captain Trips was like
flipping a breaker switch.
Everything's new,
a chance to do it all different.
But every day I wonder...
will we?
Will we do anything different
this time?
Can we, even?
Are we capable?
Which brings me to you.
When you got here,
you were perfect.
Seven pounds, six ounces
of everything
I never knew I always wanted.
Everyone broke out the liquor.
Just about all the booze
we'd been hoarding,
raised in a toast to you,
to the future you promised.
It was a hell of a party.
And then...
Dr. Wen and I tried
telling each other
it was probably
just croup or something.
Even regular flu.
Anything but that.
But then,
your neck started to swell.
As soon as it was clear
you had Trips,
we all asked ourselves
the question.
7.3 billion people
caught Captain Trips.
7.3 billion people died.
Not one person recovered.
There was no hope.
How could we let you suffer?
I hate that the notion
ever crossed my mind,
but it feels important
to tell you that it did.
But there was no way.
I just couldn't.
I know Glen would say
it was selfish
let you keep suffering
to spare my conscience.
Maybe he'd be right.
I don't know.
No one had ever heard
of someone improving
once they caught Trips.
Everyone we'd seen
or heard about just got worse
and worse until they died.
Even when I knew
we had you back,
I couldn't shake the image.
There you were, surrounded
by all those empty cribs.
Of course,
they won't stay empty.
Jen and Tyler Curtis' baby
was just ten weeks behind you.
He came early.
But he never got Trips.
First baby born
to two immune parents.
So far, so good.
Maybe there's hope for us yet.
God, I wish you could meet
Stu.
People keep trying to get me
to send scouts to Vegas,
see if they can find out
what happened to our people,
to Flagg, what made
those lights in the sky.
I keep saying,
"No, it's too dangerous,
we can't spare the manpower."
Is it possible I just
don't want to know the answer?
I mean, how long
do I wait before I accept
that he must be dead?
And how long until I stop
dreaming about him?
Hey, look at...
H-Hi!
Oh, hey.
Perfect timing.
I hate going down
these stairs alone.
You guys carry on, okay?
I'll-I'll catch up.
We're, just on our way
to help set up
-for tonight.
-Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I don't f...
I don't feel much
like being around people
right now.
Yeah.
Well, I-I hope you're planning
on coming down.
You know, it's important
that people see you,
you out there and, you know,
both of you.
Yeah.
You're the only connection
that the rest of us
still have to her.
Until the others get back.
Right.
Till they come back.
Hey, I...
Are you real?
Ask me again in a little while.
Tom saved my life, Frannie.
Meet Abagail.
Abagail.
Hey, Abby.
Meet your daddy.
Hey, there, girl.
Hey, Abagail.
Oh!
Let's slow it down, people.
Oh.
I love this song.
I'll be back.
-Something wrong, honey?
-No.
Nothing. I don't know.
I'll bet you do.
I think you'll think I'm crazy.
Aw.
Don't know about that.
Why don't you try me?
I want to go back to Maine,
see the ocean.
I mean, Boulder's wonderful,
a-and it's safe...
Well, no.
Safer than out there.
I know that.
I mean, there's civilization
and our friends are here,
but it just...
feels like it's so...
I don't...
in the middle of things.
You know, back in February,
I knew everyone
by their first name?
Then all the snow went,
and we've got 500 more.
At least 500.
Three in jail.
Only drunk and disorderly
and vandalism right now,
but sooner or later
it's gonna be something worse.
-Stealing and...
-Murder.
I mean, I don't want
to think that way, but yeah.
Mother would have called it
the Old Adam.
It always comes out.
Are you saying
what I think you are?
Will you risk the baby?
Everything's a risk.
Even now, with Flagg gone.
We don't have to stay.
We could come back.
Yeah.
We could do that.
Come back and just... if only
to see how folks are making out.
Will you think about it?
Yeah, I'll think about it.
In the meantime,
may I have this dance?
So, when do you want to go?
Do you really mean it?
Brought all those, didn't I?
Yeah, it's getting
a little loud here, isn't it?
I mean, it ain't
New York City yet, but...
When do you want to take off?
-Soon.
-Yeah?
As soon as we possible.
Close the circle.
That's right, East Texas.
Close the circle.
I got it.
My turn.
Definitely my turn.
You come back, now, Stu.
You come back, Frannie.
M-O-O-N.
-And that... that spell...
-We'll come back.
Promise?
- Promise.
- Hey, Joe.
Come here, buddy.
Need you take care
of Lucy-mom for me, all right?
-Yeah.
-Take care of all your moms?
I will.
Be a good boy.
Give me a hug.
All right, you're the man now.
Okay.
-See you, Joe-man.
-Bye.
-Mwah. You be good.
-Okay.
Steve.
Lords, yes.
Lords, yes.
Okay, now, remember, secondary
roads, or even tertiary.
Unless you want to be
winching cars out of your way
-every 15 minutes.
-Hey, I grew up backroading
and Frannie's got
just about a thousand road maps
and this baby's a tank.
She is.
We'll be just fine.
-We'll be all right.
-Yeah. She-she's just a tank.
Tom.
-I'll miss you.
-All right.
I'll miss you, too, pal.
-Love you, buddy.
-I love you.
Be good.
It's the craziest thing
I've ever heard.
- You guys could die.
- Hey, man,
all of us still here,
still alive,
after the super flu
and after Flagg...
I mean, that's
the real long shot.
It's a piece of cake.
Love you guys.
Love you.
Love you.
All right, we're off.
See you guys!
-Bye!
-Bye!
- Don't have too much fun without us.
- Love you!
-Bye, you guys.
-Bye!
All right, take it up!
Say when.
Yep, there you go.
-Is it working?
-Yep.
All right. Pull.
All right, little more,
little more.
All right, hold.
What do we got tonight?
We got... dealer's choice.
Thanks, honey.
What do you say we,
um, stop there for the night?
- Someone needs a change.
- Yep. Sounds like a plan.
Made 400 miles today.
Believe that?
My back believes it.
Keep on like this,
we'll be looking
at that Atlantic Ocean
by the end of the week.
Sitting on your folks' porch
and sipping lemonade.
I think I can
settle for this tonight.
Would you mind if the kiddo
and I stayed out here
-while you...
-You got it.
-I know the drill.
-Good man.
All right, little one.
Time to get you out.
Come on, boy.
Hi.
Place is clean.
Bunch of canned goods
in the pantry,
but they're all swole up.
It's no good.
There was a supermarket
that we passed in the last town.
Didn't look looted.
Yeah, that's
ten miles back, though.
We got plenty of supplies,
don't we?
Yeah, well,
we got to conserve them.
Add to them, if we can.
And there was a drugstore.
We can get some Numzit
for this little one.
Yeah, yeah, but she's sleeping
now, isn't she?
That won't last.
-You hear that?
-What's that?
The quiet.
Yeah.
Look at that moon.
You want that moon, Frannie?
Well,
I'll throw a lasso
around that moon for you.
What's that from?
I will fear no evil.
-I'm gonna take her inside. It's
getting awfully cold. -Yeah.
Kojak, let's go!
Hey.
Baby teething.
You sure you two don't
want to keep me company?
I don't want to wake her.
That tooth kept her up
half the night.
Oh, right.
-So, more baby Tylenol?
-Yeah, or Motrin.
-Motrin. -And can you
get some water, too?
There's nothing here that works.
Yes, ma'am.
Here.
I'm gonna need you...
to keep an eye out.
All right?
Frannie Oakley.
-Be careful.
-Yep.
Oh.
Watch the new teeth,
little hero.
All right.
The mother lode.
Think that old pump still works?
Want to find out?
Shit.
Terrific.
I'll be careful, don't worry.
Hey, Fran, I ran into
a little trouble over here.
Nothing serious,
just a flat tire.
You hear me?
Oh, Frannie?
Frannie, you there?
Come back.
Can you hear me? Fran?
I told you to keep the walkie
next to you, goddamn it.
All right.
All right.
Here we go.
It's good.
And cold.
Okay.
Hello, Fran.
Hello, bitch.
Hold, baby.
Hold.
Frannie.
Thought you might drop by.
You're dead.
Yet here I am.
I'm dreaming this.
Well, maybe you're dead.
- An afterlife with you in it?
I don't think so. -
Well, let's table the issue
for now, shall we?
I want to show you something.
One of the last tribes on Earth
never polluted by contact
with modern man.
Once upon a time,
entire tribes like this
were wiped out by missionaries
who gave them blankets
with smallpox.
These fine folks...
they weren't even touched
by the superflu.
It's ironic, don't you think?
Anyway... to business.
You're not dead, honeybunch.
But you will be soon.
I don't know if your skull
is fractured,
or if it's only a concussion.
I'm not a doctor,
but I play one on TV.
I do know that you suffered
multiple fractures
on your right leg.
Your knee is blown out,
your hip shattered.
Three broken ribs.
And do you see that blood
coming out of your mouth?
One of those ribs has
punctured your lung. Nasty.
I don't believe you.
You lie.
Yes. One of my many talents.
I'm not lying about this
and you know it.
Baby Abagail's getting hungry.
So helpless. So fragile.
Now, will your redneck knight
make it back in time
to save her?
Let's see.
That truck looks mighty
unsteady, don't you think?
I don't believe that either.
But I'm in a forgiving mood.
A healing mood.
Stu might change that tire
without getting squashed.
And you might have suffered
nothing worse than
a little bump on the noggin.
Would you like that?
Free?
Well, of course it's free.
What kind of a philistine
do you take me for?
There's just one little thing.
I would like a kiss.
And I might want to take
a little peek
through your eyes
from time to time,
just to see
how things are going.
You want to possess me?
Is that it?
Like you did Harold and Nadine?
That is what my old friend
Dr. Freud would call
"an hysterical exaggeration."
No, no, no, no.
Do you really want to die
in that well?
Wouldn't you rather live
with your handsome hubby and
raise your bouncing baby girl?
Of course I want that.
Then kiss me.
Not if you were God Himself.
I don't believe any of this.
This is all a lie.
Perhaps it is.
But you know
that your little baby
is out on that porch...
...and she is all alone.
She is crying.
She's hungry.
She wants her mama,
but her mama is dying!
One kiss... and you will live
to see her grow up
to be a strong and kind woman.
We'll discuss the rest later.
Not for my husband!
Not for my baby!
Not for the world itself!
Get thee behind me,
you fucking bastard!
Frannie?
-Mother?
-Frannie Goldsmith,
what are you doing here?
I'm not here.
I'm not here. I'm in a well.
And I think I'm dying and my...
-my baby...
-Frannie.
He simply showed you
what he thought would scare you
into doing his will.
He's his father's son,
and he tempted you.
But you resisted
that temptation,
and God will bless you.
Come on. Come here.
Come on here, girl. Come here.
I can die.
I can die, but not my baby.
No, Frannie, not your baby.
Frannie, baby, come on, pick up.
Aw, damn it.
What you doing out here
in the road, boy?
Go on!
You know,
all seems well...
and then here comes God
and says, "No,
"there's more to do,
more pain to bear."
God is cruel, then.
Job said the same.
And God spoke to him out
of the whirlwind, and He said,
"Were you here
when I made the world?"
God said,
"The wheel keeps turning,
"the struggle continues,
"but the command...
"is always the same.
"Be true.
Stand."
Frannie?
Fran?
Oh, Jesus.
Frannie!
Fran!
Frannie!
I'm in the
way of knowing things,
Frannie Goldsmith.
I know that you'll be
the mother of five.
These five will bring forth 20
and the 20 will bring forth 70,
and some of those 70
you will live to see.
Behold,
your children will
replenish the Earth.
H-Hang tight, all right?
I'm gonna get you out of there.
I can get the line down to her,
but she's not gonna be able
-to hang on.
-I'll pay out the cable.
You ride it down
and bring her up.
What? What?
Dog. Baby.
All right, let it out.
Hang on, baby.
Hope you know what you're doing.
I do. You just get her.
All right, go. Go, go, go.
More!
All right, whoa!
I know, I know.
I know it hurts.
Pay out!
I got you, I got you, honey.
All right, ready? On three.
One, two, three.
Okay, pull us up!
Come on, baby.
Easy, easy.
-She's barely breathing.
-Give me some space, Stuart.
What?
How do you know my name?
Oh, my God.
Looks good.
Sit up, Frannie.
I don't think I can.
Come on.
Now stand.
You okay?
Like, really okay?
Nothing hurts.
Nothing hurts, Stu.
Abby.
I know. I was scared, too.
Yes, cute thing.
Never seen the Atlantic,
have you, East Texas?
I mean, I've seen it in pictures
and movies, but not like this.
That's... That is
something else, isn't it?
Now you understand
why I wanted to come?
Yes, I do.
You like the look of that,
don't you?
Hey, tell me something, Stu.
How would you feel about having
four more of these
little rascals?
Well, I was thinking
more like two.
We'll see.
I'm easily persuaded.
Hey, back in Nebraska...
what... what happened?
What happened is that I...
I found out that there
are two sides to the world.
There's this...
...and then there's...
...a deep well of darkness.
A pit.
And when I was dying in
that well, I saw both of them.
And I was tempted.
"The wheel turns..."
"...the struggle continues..."
"...and the command
is always the same."
And what command is that?
Be true.
Stand.
Hey!
How's it hanging?
Come on.
My name is Russell Faraday.
Worship me!
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Is that all he has
over you is fear?
Lloyd, fucking shoot that man.
That he's nothing
without your fear!
It doesn't feel right.
Something's not right!
No!
Make them pay! Make them pay!
Make them pay!
Let's get this party started.
Any last words?
-I will fear no evil!
-Shut up!
I brought you the fire.
He's gone.
Who is?
The Dark Man.
Can you see him? Can you see...
can you see Stu, Joe?
Joe, tell me,
can you see Stu? Can...
Oh, shit.
I wish I could tell you
every story has a happy ending.
Truth is,
most stories don't end at all.
Not really.
Feels like every day
we're making progress.
But the question is
where are we headed,
and how much farther do we have
to go before we get there?
How long
before we go from rebuilding
back to just living again?
And how long after that
before this place
goes back to being
just like before?
Sometimes it feels like
Captain Trips was like
flipping a breaker switch.
Everything's new,
a chance to do it all different.
But every day I wonder...
will we?
Will we do anything different
this time?
Can we, even?
Are we capable?
Which brings me to you.
When you got here,
you were perfect.
Seven pounds, six ounces
of everything
I never knew I always wanted.
Everyone broke out the liquor.
Just about all the booze
we'd been hoarding,
raised in a toast to you,
to the future you promised.
It was a hell of a party.
And then...
Dr. Wen and I tried
telling each other
it was probably
just croup or something.
Even regular flu.
Anything but that.
But then,
your neck started to swell.
As soon as it was clear
you had Trips,
we all asked ourselves
the question.
7.3 billion people
caught Captain Trips.
7.3 billion people died.
Not one person recovered.
There was no hope.
How could we let you suffer?
I hate that the notion
ever crossed my mind,
but it feels important
to tell you that it did.
But there was no way.
I just couldn't.
I know Glen would say
it was selfish
let you keep suffering
to spare my conscience.
Maybe he'd be right.
I don't know.
No one had ever heard
of someone improving
once they caught Trips.
Everyone we'd seen
or heard about just got worse
and worse until they died.
Even when I knew
we had you back,
I couldn't shake the image.
There you were, surrounded
by all those empty cribs.
Of course,
they won't stay empty.
Jen and Tyler Curtis' baby
was just ten weeks behind you.
He came early.
But he never got Trips.
First baby born
to two immune parents.
So far, so good.
Maybe there's hope for us yet.
God, I wish you could meet
Stu.
People keep trying to get me
to send scouts to Vegas,
see if they can find out
what happened to our people,
to Flagg, what made
those lights in the sky.
I keep saying,
"No, it's too dangerous,
we can't spare the manpower."
Is it possible I just
don't want to know the answer?
I mean, how long
do I wait before I accept
that he must be dead?
And how long until I stop
dreaming about him?
Hey, look at...
H-Hi!
Oh, hey.
Perfect timing.
I hate going down
these stairs alone.
You guys carry on, okay?
I'll-I'll catch up.
We're, just on our way
to help set up
-for tonight.
-Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I don't f...
I don't feel much
like being around people
right now.
Yeah.
Well, I-I hope you're planning
on coming down.
You know, it's important
that people see you,
you out there and, you know,
both of you.
Yeah.
You're the only connection
that the rest of us
still have to her.
Until the others get back.
Right.
Till they come back.
Hey, I...
Are you real?
Ask me again in a little while.
Tom saved my life, Frannie.
Meet Abagail.
Abagail.
Hey, Abby.
Meet your daddy.
Hey, there, girl.
Hey, Abagail.
Oh!
Let's slow it down, people.
Oh.
I love this song.
I'll be back.
-Something wrong, honey?
-No.
Nothing. I don't know.
I'll bet you do.
I think you'll think I'm crazy.
Aw.
Don't know about that.
Why don't you try me?
I want to go back to Maine,
see the ocean.
I mean, Boulder's wonderful,
a-and it's safe...
Well, no.
Safer than out there.
I know that.
I mean, there's civilization
and our friends are here,
but it just...
feels like it's so...
I don't...
in the middle of things.
You know, back in February,
I knew everyone
by their first name?
Then all the snow went,
and we've got 500 more.
At least 500.
Three in jail.
Only drunk and disorderly
and vandalism right now,
but sooner or later
it's gonna be something worse.
-Stealing and...
-Murder.
I mean, I don't want
to think that way, but yeah.
Mother would have called it
the Old Adam.
It always comes out.
Are you saying
what I think you are?
Will you risk the baby?
Everything's a risk.
Even now, with Flagg gone.
We don't have to stay.
We could come back.
Yeah.
We could do that.
Come back and just... if only
to see how folks are making out.
Will you think about it?
Yeah, I'll think about it.
In the meantime,
may I have this dance?
So, when do you want to go?
Do you really mean it?
Brought all those, didn't I?
Yeah, it's getting
a little loud here, isn't it?
I mean, it ain't
New York City yet, but...
When do you want to take off?
-Soon.
-Yeah?
As soon as we possible.
Close the circle.
That's right, East Texas.
Close the circle.
I got it.
My turn.
Definitely my turn.
You come back, now, Stu.
You come back, Frannie.
M-O-O-N.
-And that... that spell...
-We'll come back.
Promise?
- Promise.
- Hey, Joe.
Come here, buddy.
Need you take care
of Lucy-mom for me, all right?
-Yeah.
-Take care of all your moms?
I will.
Be a good boy.
Give me a hug.
All right, you're the man now.
Okay.
-See you, Joe-man.
-Bye.
-Mwah. You be good.
-Okay.
Steve.
Lords, yes.
Lords, yes.
Okay, now, remember, secondary
roads, or even tertiary.
Unless you want to be
winching cars out of your way
-every 15 minutes.
-Hey, I grew up backroading
and Frannie's got
just about a thousand road maps
and this baby's a tank.
She is.
We'll be just fine.
-We'll be all right.
-Yeah. She-she's just a tank.
Tom.
-I'll miss you.
-All right.
I'll miss you, too, pal.
-Love you, buddy.
-I love you.
Be good.
It's the craziest thing
I've ever heard.
- You guys could die.
- Hey, man,
all of us still here,
still alive,
after the super flu
and after Flagg...
I mean, that's
the real long shot.
It's a piece of cake.
Love you guys.
Love you.
Love you.
All right, we're off.
See you guys!
-Bye!
-Bye!
- Don't have too much fun without us.
- Love you!
-Bye, you guys.
-Bye!
All right, take it up!
Say when.
Yep, there you go.
-Is it working?
-Yep.
All right. Pull.
All right, little more,
little more.
All right, hold.
What do we got tonight?
We got... dealer's choice.
Thanks, honey.
What do you say we,
um, stop there for the night?
- Someone needs a change.
- Yep. Sounds like a plan.
Made 400 miles today.
Believe that?
My back believes it.
Keep on like this,
we'll be looking
at that Atlantic Ocean
by the end of the week.
Sitting on your folks' porch
and sipping lemonade.
I think I can
settle for this tonight.
Would you mind if the kiddo
and I stayed out here
-while you...
-You got it.
-I know the drill.
-Good man.
All right, little one.
Time to get you out.
Come on, boy.
Hi.
Place is clean.
Bunch of canned goods
in the pantry,
but they're all swole up.
It's no good.
There was a supermarket
that we passed in the last town.
Didn't look looted.
Yeah, that's
ten miles back, though.
We got plenty of supplies,
don't we?
Yeah, well,
we got to conserve them.
Add to them, if we can.
And there was a drugstore.
We can get some Numzit
for this little one.
Yeah, yeah, but she's sleeping
now, isn't she?
That won't last.
-You hear that?
-What's that?
The quiet.
Yeah.
Look at that moon.
You want that moon, Frannie?
Well,
I'll throw a lasso
around that moon for you.
What's that from?
I will fear no evil.
-I'm gonna take her inside. It's
getting awfully cold. -Yeah.
Kojak, let's go!
Hey.
Baby teething.
You sure you two don't
want to keep me company?
I don't want to wake her.
That tooth kept her up
half the night.
Oh, right.
-So, more baby Tylenol?
-Yeah, or Motrin.
-Motrin. -And can you
get some water, too?
There's nothing here that works.
Yes, ma'am.
Here.
I'm gonna need you...
to keep an eye out.
All right?
Frannie Oakley.
-Be careful.
-Yep.
Oh.
Watch the new teeth,
little hero.
All right.
The mother lode.
Think that old pump still works?
Want to find out?
Shit.
Terrific.
I'll be careful, don't worry.
Hey, Fran, I ran into
a little trouble over here.
Nothing serious,
just a flat tire.
You hear me?
Oh, Frannie?
Frannie, you there?
Come back.
Can you hear me? Fran?
I told you to keep the walkie
next to you, goddamn it.
All right.
All right.
Here we go.
It's good.
And cold.
Okay.
Hello, Fran.
Hello, bitch.
Hold, baby.
Hold.
Frannie.
Thought you might drop by.
You're dead.
Yet here I am.
I'm dreaming this.
Well, maybe you're dead.
- An afterlife with you in it?
I don't think so. -
Well, let's table the issue
for now, shall we?
I want to show you something.
One of the last tribes on Earth
never polluted by contact
with modern man.
Once upon a time,
entire tribes like this
were wiped out by missionaries
who gave them blankets
with smallpox.
These fine folks...
they weren't even touched
by the superflu.
It's ironic, don't you think?
Anyway... to business.
You're not dead, honeybunch.
But you will be soon.
I don't know if your skull
is fractured,
or if it's only a concussion.
I'm not a doctor,
but I play one on TV.
I do know that you suffered
multiple fractures
on your right leg.
Your knee is blown out,
your hip shattered.
Three broken ribs.
And do you see that blood
coming out of your mouth?
One of those ribs has
punctured your lung. Nasty.
I don't believe you.
You lie.
Yes. One of my many talents.
I'm not lying about this
and you know it.
Baby Abagail's getting hungry.
So helpless. So fragile.
Now, will your redneck knight
make it back in time
to save her?
Let's see.
That truck looks mighty
unsteady, don't you think?
I don't believe that either.
But I'm in a forgiving mood.
A healing mood.
Stu might change that tire
without getting squashed.
And you might have suffered
nothing worse than
a little bump on the noggin.
Would you like that?
Free?
Well, of course it's free.
What kind of a philistine
do you take me for?
There's just one little thing.
I would like a kiss.
And I might want to take
a little peek
through your eyes
from time to time,
just to see
how things are going.
You want to possess me?
Is that it?
Like you did Harold and Nadine?
That is what my old friend
Dr. Freud would call
"an hysterical exaggeration."
No, no, no, no.
Do you really want to die
in that well?
Wouldn't you rather live
with your handsome hubby and
raise your bouncing baby girl?
Of course I want that.
Then kiss me.
Not if you were God Himself.
I don't believe any of this.
This is all a lie.
Perhaps it is.
But you know
that your little baby
is out on that porch...
...and she is all alone.
She is crying.
She's hungry.
She wants her mama,
but her mama is dying!
One kiss... and you will live
to see her grow up
to be a strong and kind woman.
We'll discuss the rest later.
Not for my husband!
Not for my baby!
Not for the world itself!
Get thee behind me,
you fucking bastard!
Frannie?
-Mother?
-Frannie Goldsmith,
what are you doing here?
I'm not here.
I'm not here. I'm in a well.
And I think I'm dying and my...
-my baby...
-Frannie.
He simply showed you
what he thought would scare you
into doing his will.
He's his father's son,
and he tempted you.
But you resisted
that temptation,
and God will bless you.
Come on. Come here.
Come on here, girl. Come here.
I can die.
I can die, but not my baby.
No, Frannie, not your baby.
Frannie, baby, come on, pick up.
Aw, damn it.
What you doing out here
in the road, boy?
Go on!
You know,
all seems well...
and then here comes God
and says, "No,
"there's more to do,
more pain to bear."
God is cruel, then.
Job said the same.
And God spoke to him out
of the whirlwind, and He said,
"Were you here
when I made the world?"
God said,
"The wheel keeps turning,
"the struggle continues,
"but the command...
"is always the same.
"Be true.
Stand."
Frannie?
Fran?
Oh, Jesus.
Frannie!
Fran!
Frannie!
I'm in the
way of knowing things,
Frannie Goldsmith.
I know that you'll be
the mother of five.
These five will bring forth 20
and the 20 will bring forth 70,
and some of those 70
you will live to see.
Behold,
your children will
replenish the Earth.
H-Hang tight, all right?
I'm gonna get you out of there.
I can get the line down to her,
but she's not gonna be able
-to hang on.
-I'll pay out the cable.
You ride it down
and bring her up.
What? What?
Dog. Baby.
All right, let it out.
Hang on, baby.
Hope you know what you're doing.
I do. You just get her.
All right, go. Go, go, go.
More!
All right, whoa!
I know, I know.
I know it hurts.
Pay out!
I got you, I got you, honey.
All right, ready? On three.
One, two, three.
Okay, pull us up!
Come on, baby.
Easy, easy.
-She's barely breathing.
-Give me some space, Stuart.
What?
How do you know my name?
Oh, my God.
Looks good.
Sit up, Frannie.
I don't think I can.
Come on.
Now stand.
You okay?
Like, really okay?
Nothing hurts.
Nothing hurts, Stu.
Abby.
I know. I was scared, too.
Yes, cute thing.
Never seen the Atlantic,
have you, East Texas?
I mean, I've seen it in pictures
and movies, but not like this.
That's... That is
something else, isn't it?
Now you understand
why I wanted to come?
Yes, I do.
You like the look of that,
don't you?
Hey, tell me something, Stu.
How would you feel about having
four more of these
little rascals?
Well, I was thinking
more like two.
We'll see.
I'm easily persuaded.
Hey, back in Nebraska...
what... what happened?
What happened is that I...
I found out that there
are two sides to the world.
There's this...
...and then there's...
...a deep well of darkness.
A pit.
And when I was dying in
that well, I saw both of them.
And I was tempted.
"The wheel turns..."
"...the struggle continues..."
"...and the command
is always the same."
And what command is that?
Be true.
Stand.
Hey!
How's it hanging?
Come on.
My name is Russell Faraday.
Worship me!
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