All language subtitles for The Long Walk 2025 Lat_Subtítulos02.ENG

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

MAN ON RADIO:
...spirit of our country.

Fellow citizens,

still today,
on the 19th anniversary

of the war that tore
this great nation apart,

we continue our nationwide
recovery effort.

Right now,

as this country watches
50 of our finest young men

prepare
for the ultimate challenge,

let us join together
in reflection and hope.

We give thanks for the state

and the opportunity
it provides...

(RAYMOND SIGHS)

MAN: ...for the order
it has instituted

for the good of society.

May it bring us
all back to prosperity.

We pray for the poor,
the hungry,

the unemployed,
and those without shelter.

Help us transform
hardship into hope,

scarcity into abundance,

- and division into solidarity.
- GINNIE: I just...

(VOICE BREAKS)
I still don't understand.

I think you could probably
still change your mind.

- I don't think it's...
- (SIGHS) The back-out date was yesterday.

(VOICE BREAKS)
But they would let you.

I know it.
The Major, he would...

The Major would what?

You know what
the Major would say.

This is my decision, okay?
Not yours.

This is the best way.
It's the only way.

- If your father was here...
- Okay, but he's not.

- (BRAKES SQUEALING)
- ID, please.

(RAYMOND EXHALES)

- (BIRDS CHIRP)
- (INSECTS TRILL)

You brought the baseball?

- Yeah, I just... I don't know.
- I made you these.

Oatmeal chocolate chip,
your favorite.

- Thanks, Mom.
- (GINNIE SNIFFLES)

All right, come here, baby.

- I love you.
- RAYMOND: I love you too.

- Be a good boy, okay?
- Okay, I will.

- Okay.
- Okay.

All right, I love you better.

No, you don't. That's a fact.

(CHUCKLES) Okay. All right,
I love you, Mom. Bye.

No, wait, wait!

RAYMOND: Mom, I can't. I can't.

No! (HYPERVENTILATING)

(SOBBING)

RAYMOND: I know.

It's gonna be okay.

- It's gonna be okay.
- GINNIE: I can't.

Mom, it's just a few days.

- I'll see you in a few days.
- (SOBBING)

- RAYMOND: I know. I know.
- GINNIE: I can't. I can't.

(SOBBING)

I gotta let you go, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay. All right, Mom.

Okay. Okay.

- Okay. I love you, Mom.
- (CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(SOBBING)

Hey, uh, I'm Ray Garraty.

Pete. Peter McVries.

Nice to meet you.

You ready for this?

- A little jumpy...
- (CHUCKLES) Yeah.

...but maybe that's good?

Hey, what do you weigh?

178.

I'm 177.

They say heavier guys
get tired quicker.

- Shit.
- (BOTH CHUCKLING)

RAYMOND: Look at Superman.

PETER: Yeah, he built.

RAYMOND: No body fat
on that guy. Jesus.

He's gonna be tough to beat.

Hey, what's your name?

Stebbins.

HANK: Jesus, Stebbins.

You some kinda fitness nut?

Well, I don't think
he wants to talk.

HANK: Yeah, all right.
Fine by me.

I don't give a shit.

Hank Olson's the name.
Walking's my game.

Uh, I'm Ray Garraty.
You can call me Ray.

Peter McVries.
You can call me McVries.

I'm Art Baker.

Pleasure to meet y'all.

It's fucking terrifying,
ain't it?

Yeah. I ain't trying
to think about it too much.

Just want to walk and maybe
make some friends.

Hey. Hey, are you okay?

Me?

Yeah. You're pacing.
Are you okay?

I'm just getting warmed up.

You have a few hundred miles
to get warmed up

when we start. What's your name?

Curly.

Okay, Curly. How old are you?

Eighteen.

HANK: Yeah.
That kid lied to qualify.

Kid, if you're a day over 16,
I eat my fucking shoes.

Look at him.

Poor fucker doesn't know
what the fuck he's doing here.

Now, me?

I know exactly
what the fuck I'm doing here.

Gotta be aggressive.

I... I did my research
on the Major.

He says
you wanna win this thing,

you gotta be raring to rip.

Fuck, boys, I am raring to rip.

(MIMICS HANK) "Fuck, boys,
I am raring to rip."

(ALL CHUCKLING)

- Hey, fuck you.
- PETER: Just sound like

- what you said, asshole.
- Raring to rip.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

You sound like my...

(CHUCKLING) my meemaw
on the bowl in morning, man.

Right, guys?

The fuck is a "meemaw"?

Fuck you. (CHUCKLING)
I was just fucking around.

Hey, here he comes.

(DISTANT ENGINE WHIRRING)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(STUTTERING) Shit on a stick.
It's the Major.

(ENGINE STOPS)

Sit down, boys.

- Keep hint 13 in mind.
- HANK: Hint number 13.

That's conserve energy
whenever possible.

PETER: Yeah, shut up, Olson.

- We all read the rulebook.
- MAJOR: Now,

as I call your name,
step forward and take your tags.

Put 'em around your neck,

and then go back to your place
until I instruct otherwise.

Ewing, James. Number one.

Smith, Patrick. Number four.

Barkovitch, Gary. Number five.

Baker, Arthur. Number six.

White, "Curly" Adam.
Number seven.

Sanders, Rank. Number 19.

McVries, Peter. Number 23.

Stebbins, Billy. Number 38.

Good luck, son.

Olson, Hank. Number 46.

Garraty, Raymond. 47.

Parker, Collie. Number 48.

Harkness, Richard. Number 49.

Fellas, line up by fives,

in no particular order.

Boys,

it takes heavy, heavy sac
to sign up for this contest,

and you've all got it.

You're men now.

As you all know,

our country has been

in a period
of financial struggle

since the war,

and we did the first Long Walk

all those years ago
to inspire and reintegrate

the value of work ethic.

Each year after the event,
there's a spike in production.

We have the means
to return to our former glory.

Our problem now,

is an epidemic of laziness.

You boys are the answer.

The Long Walk is the answer.

When this is broadcast
for all the states,

your inspiration

will continue to elevate
our gross national product.

We will be number one
in the world again!

ALL: Yeah!

MAJOR: Now, uh...

I'm not going to go through
the whole rulebook,

but it boils down to this.

Walk until there's
only one of you left.

Maintain a speed
of three miles per hour.

If you fall below the speed,
you get a warning.

If you can't make speed
in ten seconds,

you get an additional warning.

Three warnings,
you get your ticket.

Walk one hour at speed,

one warning is erased and so on.

If you step off the pavement,

you will get your ticket
without warning.

The goal is to last the longest.

There's one winner
and no finish line.

Any of you can win.

Any of you can do it

if you walk long
and steady enough.

If you refuse to give up.

I look at each
and every one of you,

and I see hope.

Now, boys,

who's set to fucking win?

- (ALL CHEERING)
- I said...

- who's ready to fucking win?
- (ALL CHEERING)

(UPLIFTING MUSIC PLAYING)

MAJOR: Luck to all,
and remember,

anyone can win.

(WIND WHOOSHING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(THRILLING MUSIC PLAYING)

(RADIO STATIC COOING)

(FLIES BUZZING)

- (BLADES WHIRRING)
- (DOG BARKING)

RAYMOND: Hey, Pete.

Pretty fucking desolate.

No shit.

Thought there'd be
more people, I guess.

- (PETER CHUCKLING)
- GARY: Major,

he doesn't allow spectators
until the final stretch.

Except for the fucking locals.

HANK: Hey.

Smile, boys.

You're on candid camera.

PETER: Those aren't very candid.

If I spit at it,
will it go away?

It's fucking creepy.

PETER: What is that?

Is that a wheat field?

Best in the world.

Are you from here?

Yeah, I'm from downstate.

Ooh, so you the one.

- What do you mean?
- The one what?

Mr. Garraty here is the walker
from the home state.

MAN ON SPEAKER:
Warning. Warning, number 38.

HANK: Smart.

What's smart?

Taking a warning
while he's still fresh.

He gets an idea
of what our limit is.

Yeah, it seems
pretty fucking dumb to me.

Well,

big boy's gonna have
no problem walking an hour

without getting another warning.

Then he'll have
this one taken off

to have a clean slate.

That's a good strategy.

Hey, you think it's smart
stuffing your face

with all those
jelly sandwiches this early?

Fuck off.

All right.

- Olson. That's gross.
- What the fuck?

- What?
- What'd he do?

- Gum in...
- Put it in his pocket.

It's fucking gum.

It's not fucking biodegradable.

- (PETER CHUCKLES)
- Don't wanna litter

all over the fucking place.
Jesus Christ.

All right, Hank,
you do realize that

this whole road is
one big piece of litter,

- don't you?
- Yeah, he right.

(HANK SCOFFS)

(HUFFING)

MAN ON SPEAKERS: Warning.
Warning, number five.

I got a rock in my fucking shoe.

PETER AND HANK: Whoa!

HANK: What the fuck is he doing?

Holy shit!

PETER: What the fuck?

MAN ON SPEAKER: Warning,
number five. Second warning.

HANK: Fuck, he's still
fucking down there!

PETER: What's he doing, man?

Holy shit!

- PETER: Go on, get up!
- RAYMOND: Get up, Barkovitch.

HANK: Jesus Christ!

That dumbfuck's actually gonna
get his fucking ticket.

Hey, come on, get up, man.
Stop playing.

MAN ON SPEAKER: Warning,
number five. Third warning.

- Get the fuck up, Barkovitch!
- PETER: Come on, man.

HANK: Dumbfuck.

Idiot.

Dumbass.

Better not trip, fucko.

(PANTING) Y'all don't even know.

Just bought myself a rest.

All I see is that
for your lousy 30-second rest,

now you gotta walk
three goddamn hours

without getting a warning.

The hell you need
a rest for, anyway?

We just fucking started.

We'll see who gets
his ticket first, fuckwad.

It's all part
of my fucking plan.

HANK: Yeah, well...

his plan and the stuff
that comes out of my asshole,

bear a suspicious resemblance.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

What you boys think
about the wish,

and the big prize?

Personally, I can't
stop thinkin' about all that money.

Rich men don't enter
the kingdom of heaven.

Oh, wow.

All right, Hallelujah,
Brother Garraty!

There'll be refreshments
after the meeting.

Are you
a religious fella, Garraty?

Uh, no, not particularly,
but I'm no money freak either.

Okay.

Look, I'm a religious fella.

I ain't ashamed to admit it.
I'm here for the money.

Know it's easy
to bad-mouth money

when you ain't grown up
dirt poor in Baton Rouge.

Believe me.

Growin' up dirt poor
in Baton Rouge,

it ain't no picnic.

It's one big, sweaty hog-fest.

Listen, I wouldn't mind
havin' some money, but...

there's more important things.

This Walk doesn't matter,
and the prize, it certainly doesn't matter.

- (PETER SCOFFS)
- What?

That's some bullshit, Garraty.

Okay.

All right, well,
look at it like this.

When the system backs people
into a corner,

points to an escape hatch,
and says,

"That's the only way out."

Of course, we're all gonna
try to go through it.

We've been set up to believe
it's the only way,

the honorable way.

I mean, even though
only 50 of us get picked in the lottery,

all of the boys
in this country put in for it.

I'm not exaggerating.

Everybody puts in for it,

even though it's not required,

'cause we're all
so fucking desperate.

What does that tell you?

What?

Nobody signs up for this.
Not really.

It's not smart to talk bad
about the Long Walk.

That's dissent,

- and it's punishable by...
- RAYMOND: Arrest me.

You gonna arrest him?

(CHUCKLES) Didn't think so.

No, no, no,
you got a point, Garraty.

They say we have a choice
to sign up for the lottery,

but do any of you know
anyone ever who hasn't?

Exactly.

But I don't agree
with you about money.

Baker's right.

It may not be
the most important thing,

but it's pretty fuckin'
high up there.

The right person could do
a hell of a lot of good

with the right amount of money.

Yeah, but how many people
do you know with a hella lotta money

who are doin'
a hella lotta good?

In my opinion, it's a myth.

Won't be a myth when I win.

That's exactly
what I want that money for.

(CHUCKLING)

Smoke?

No, I'm okay.

Yeah, I don't smoke neither.

- Figured I'd learn.
- RAYMOND: Hmm.

Hey.

Hey, hint 10?

"Save your wind.

"If you smoke ordinarily,

"try not to do so

- "on the Long Walk."
- (COUGHING) Who cares?

Will you shut
the fuck up, Olson?

It is crap, though. It is crap.

It is pretty shitty.
Anyone else want this?

- I don't smoke.
- Bring it here, man.

BOTH: Oh!

A religious fella smokes,
does he?

Hey. Hey, ain't nothin'
in the Bible about no tobacco, now.

- Really?
- Okay. (CHUCKLES)

- Let me give you a light.
- Watch where the fuck

you're going,
you fucking dipshit.

What's his problem, right, boys?

Hey, I'm Harkness.

Hey, Harkness.

You're Ray Garraty,
hometown boy. Number 47.

- Yeah.
- McVries, strong, 23.

I... I suppose you're wonderin'

why I'm writin' down
everybody's names and numbers.

Mm-mmm. No, actually,
I wasn't wonderin'.

Maybe 'cause you
with the squads.

- (RAYMOND CHUCKLING)
- Me? No, no, no.

I'm writin' a book, you see?

A book about the Long Walk.

- I see that.
- Yeah.

Book about the Long Walk
from the insider's point of view?

- Make me rich.
- (PETER CHUCKLES)

Yo, if you win, you won't need
a book to make you rich.

Yeah, I mean,
I suppose not, but...

- (PETER CHUCKLES)
- ...still make one heck

of an interesting book, I think.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(CURLY GRUNTING)

MAN ON SPEAKER: Warning.
Warning, number seven.

I've got
a fucking charley horse!

(GROANING)

WALKER: Shit. Come on, man.
Come on.

- MAN: Warning, number seven...
- All right, Curly.

- Come on.
- MAN: Second warning.

(CURLY GROANING)

- All right, just keep it slow.
- Okay. Okay.

Just fast enough,
and steady, okay?

- (CURLY SOBBING)
- All right?

Come on, put your weight on me.

- Put your weight on me.
- You got this, boy.

No fuckin' around,
keep it movin'.

- Okay. Okay. Okay.
- Okay? You're gonna keep walkin'.

Listen to Pete, okay?

Try to keep walking.
You're with us.

- You're with us.
- Come on, keep walkin'.

Keep walkin'. That's right.

That's right. We out here
in the sunshine just havin' fun.

- Gonna be all right, okay?
- CURLY: She's loosening now.

- Okay, good. Okay, good.
- Yeah. Yeah.

All right. See this?
You gotta promise me

- that you're gonna
keep walking. - Yeah, I promise.

- You promise?
- I promise.

- I promise. Okay. Okay.
- All right.

- All right, you're okay, right?
- HARKNESS: Come on, kid.

- All right, yeah. Yeah.
- You're all right?

Come on. Come on, stick with me.

- Stick with me.
- HARKNESS: Yeah, that's it!

- RAYMOND: Stick with me.
- HARKNESS: That's it, kid!

- RAYMOND: Stick with me.
- ARTHUR: Come on, boy.

- RAYMOND: We're right on pace.
- PETER: Come on.

We're right on pace.
Stick with me, okay?

- Just keep walking.
- Come on, Curly. That's right.

- Just keep walking, Curly.
- One, two, three, four.

- That's it, you got it.
- Just keep walking.

- PETER: Come on, youngin.
- RAYMOND: Just keep walking.

- PETER: You got it.
- RAYMOND: We just gotta stay at this pace.

- PETER: We good. Come on, now.
- RAYMOND: We just gotta stay at this pace.

ARTHUR: Come on, little boy,
you got this, man.

RAYMOND: Come on, Curly.
Come on, Curly.

- (CURLY SCREAMING)
- It's just you and me. Come on.

- Come on, Curly.
- Eyes up! Eyes up!

- Come on, Curly.
- Come on, youngin!

- RAYMOND: Come on, Curly.
- ARTHUR: That's it, boy.

- ARTHUR: Come on.
- RAYMOND: Come on, Curly, come on!

ARTHUR: You got this!
You got this!

- MAN: Warning, number seven.
- WALKER 1: Come on!

- Keep walking! Get up!
- MAN: Third warning.

- WALKER 1: Get up, kid!
- Get up, youngin! Get up!

(CURLY SOBBING)

Oh, it ain't fair!

(CRYING) It ain't fair!

It ain't fucking fair!

PETER: Fuck!

- MAN: Warning, number 47...
- PETER: Garraty!

- MAN: ...number six...
- Come on!

- ...number 23.
- Can't stop.

Let's go, keep movin'.

Keep movin'.

(FOOTSTEPS THUDDING)

MAJOR: One of our comrades
has fallen.

Let's remember him fondly
and celebrate his bravery.

There will be many more,

but none quite as glory-filled
as the very first,

and the very last.

Today, we walk for Curly.

Let's hear it, boys!

WALKERS: For Curly!

MAJOR: Goddamn right!

Hey, what is it?

You and the Major.

Canteen, 47 callin' for canteen.

Hey, why'd you touch
that carbine?

Like knockin' on wood, I guess.

You a dear boy, Ray.

I gotta take a leak.

Watch out, boys!

Incoming!

- Oh, what the hell?
- Oh, man.

- It got on my shoes!
- WALKER 1: Whoa,

watch where you point
that thing, man!

Jesus fucking Christ, McVries!

Now, that is a relief.

Hey.

You gettin' tired?

No.

Been tired
for quite a while now.

What, you mean you're not?

Listen, Ray.

It's like the Major said...

ain't no finish line.

That's the biggest
mind-fuck in this race.

- Would you agree?
- I wouldn't disagree.

It's just, you know,
I'm already feelin' it.

I'm not sure
how much longer I can...

No, no, no, Ray, Ray.
Come on, now.

That's how everybody thinks.

But you see, we,
we gotta think different.

We don't think about
makin' it to the end,

we think about moments.

Just makin' it
to the next moment.

Yeah. What do we think
about now?

Well, that one's easy.

We just gotta make it through
this goddamn heat, boy.

- (ALL CHUCKLING)
- Oh, my God.

- RAYMOND: It's a scorcher.
- You got that right.

(PETER CHUCKLES)

Hey, Ray.

What you said back there
about the Long Walk,

and how no one ever
really volunteers...

RAYMOND: Yeah?

Where'd it come from?

M... my dad said it.

Your dad's
one smart motherfucker.

Yeah, I think so, too.

Hey, just go on dancing with me
like this forever, compadre...

and I'll never tire.

Hey, we'll scrape
our shoes on the stars,

and hang upside down
from the moon.

You a poet, Pete?

In days past, I would've liked
to have been a...

a songwriter.

But it ain't those days,

so I guess I'm stuck here
riffing for you.

Hope it's not too bad.

- PETER: Ain't too bad.
- Hey, bud.

You're, uh,
Raymond Garraty, right?

I'm Pearson.

I think you got
a secret admirer over there.

Ray, Ray, I love you!

Come on, man.
She must be like 14.

I love you, Ray!

Maybe she just wants
your autograph, that's all.

HANK: Hey, I thought
spectators weren't

fuckin' allowed,
'cause we're on television and shit.

Get out of here, man.

Come on.
Don't be a sourpuss, Olson.

The boy's got a fan.
Let him have his fun.

- Thanks, Pete.
- Hey, don't thank me too much.

I like you,

but if you fall over,
I won't pick you up.

We're all in this
together, right?

No harm in keeping
each other amused.

(PETER CHUCKLES)

Do you know what?
I take it back.

They say you shouldn't
make friends on the Long Walk,

but fuck it.
I sorta like you three.

Even you, Olson.

- Fuck off.
- No, I'm serious.

Hey, hey, hey,
a short friendship

is better than
no friendship, right?

That's what
I've been sayin', man.

That's what I'm be sayin'.
(CHUCKLING)

Come on, man.
Let's be Musketeers.

How the fuck are
we gonna be Musketeers?

- There's four of us.
- PETER: Come on, now.

We stick together
till we're all that's left.

How about that?

- All for one!
- And one for all.

Nah. And again.
I need to hear it louder.

- All for one!
- And one for all!

- Hell, yeah!
- Yeah, baby, you know...

- Yeah, not you, not you.
- You need...

You know y'all sound like
a bunch of fucking queers, right?

Oh, you trying to...
You trying to suck this dick, Barkovitch?

Sounds like you wanna eat
my fuckin' meat, you sick fuck.

Fuck! Ah!

My legs feel funny.

It's like the muscles are
all turning baggy.

Hey, relax.

Happened to me a few miles back.

It passes.

MAN ON SPEAKERS:
Warning. Number one.

Shit.

Hey, man, that's Ewing.

- (EWING GAGGING)
- Like, he's shaking and shit.

MAN: Warning. Number one.
Second warning.

(GARY CHUCKLING)

Must have some medical shit
he didn't report.

- Hey, back off, Barkovitch!
- Hey!

Barkovitch, go peddle
your papers, little man. Go.

MAN: Warning. Third warning.
Number one.

Why won't they just
fucking end it?

(GUNSHOT)

Hey, y'all should be
fuckin' smilin'.

The odds just went up
for us. Yeah?

I keep hoping
that part gets easier.

That's what I'm afraid of.

(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(CAMERA WHIRRS, CLICKS)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(MEOWS SOFTLY)

(CAN CLANKING)

Probably a nice place to live.

God, spare me
nice places to live.

You know,
if I ever get out of this,

I'm gonna fornicate
till my cock turns blue.

Okay.

I've never been
so horny in my life as I am right this minute.

- Ain't that strange?
- It is fuckin' strange.

- Yeah.
- (RAYMOND LAUGHING)

- Just a little bit, right?
- RAYMOND: Uh-huh.

Hey, I could even get horny
for you, Ray...

if you didn't smell
like my mom's asshole.

Hey, hey... You're gonna
get me a fuckin'...

- Oh, my God...
- -...gonna get my ticket...

- ...that smells so...
- ...my man.

Yo, Long Dong Silver, that's me.

I'll fuck my way
across the seven seas.

- RAYMOND: Hmm.
- HANK: Nah. Sinbad.

What?

You're thinking of Sinbad.
You know, Sinbad the Sailor?

That's the seven seas guy.

Did you not hear
that I don't give a fuck?

- Long John Silver lives...
- I'm trying to fuck.

...on fucking Treasure Island.

- (CHUCKLES) What the fuck?
- Just a fucking nerdy thing

- to say, you know?
- What, I'm a nerd

'cause I read fuckin' books
and shit?

- I guess so.
- Hey, hey...

think that shit-ass
has walked off his warnings yet?

I mean, he must've.

Been what? Three hours, maybe.

GARY: Yes, I'm fucking clean
on warnings, fuckfaces.

- Okay.
- Good ear.

Hey, what is that?

This is raw ground venison.

It's good energy.

Oh, God.

You off your trolley, Musketeer.

Gonna puke all over the place.

Hey, in France,
they call it steak tartare.

- It's a delicacy.
- Uh-huh. Mmm.

Ooh, yeah, well, in France,
they ain't so smart.

Yeah, Renoir
and Camus were idiots.

Look, I don't know
about any of that

fucking Camus shit,

but I do know that they eat

the fucking legs
of frogs over there.

That shit is fuckin' disgusting.

- That ain't disgusting.
- Tastes like chicken wings, apparently.

- God. (GROANS SOFTLY)
- You got that right.

- Ow! Sh...
- Hey. Keep up, keep up,

keep up. Keep walking. Come on.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- I'll keep you up.

I'm all right. It's the...
fucking jelly-leg thing.

- Okay.
- Kinda went away for a while,

but it's coming back now.

I just don't know
what the hell I gotta adjust.

Maybe stop talking
so much, buddy.

- What's your speed, Olson?
- Relax, okay?

Sure.

It's 3.4.

Yeah, me, too.
I'm assuming you guys?

Let's shave .3 off.

- All right.
- Oh, shit.

- Holy fuck.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, that's good.

I really feel
the fuckin' difference.

- Hey, so do I.
- Yeah.

- Me, too.
- I'm feeling better, too.

Let's not stay here
for too long, though.

You know,
in the meantime, Pete...

wanna tell us about that scar?

Baker's right.
Maybe we just, um,

we keep quiet.

Okay.

Oh.

Come on, don't be
a fuckin' litterbug, Garraty.

- Go fuck yourself, Olson.
- It's bad for the motherfuckin' ozone layer.

Shit! Shit!

- Goddamn it. Hey, hey, hey.
- Oh, God.

RAYMOND: It's all right.
You're gonna get more rations. You're fine.

Yeah, but...

that was it for me today,
'cause...

well, I'm allergic to the SPAM.
I gave all that shit away.

Fuck.

Fuckin' hungry.

Here you go, Hank.

I don't like it anyway.

Thanks, Ray.

Musketeer.

GARY: Hey, man, I've been
meanin' to ask you,

"Rank," is it short for,
like, "Ranklin"?

Like, "Ranklin Delano
Roosevelt" or something?

It's "Rank."

Yeah, but what's it short for?
I mean, like...

Just "Rank."

GARY: You're saying
your mama named you fucking "Rank"?

- Yeah.
- (GARY CHUCKLES)

No fuckin' way.
You're fuckin' with me.

Your goddamn name is "Rank"?

Oh, my fuckin' God, no way!

Oh, your mom must've failed
with the old coat hanger thing,

and she must have just
had to take it out on you in some other way.

- Ooh. Buddy!
- MAN: Warning. Number five.

Come on, fuckface.

You want me to dance
on your grave?

- MAN: Warning. Number 19.
- I'll do it all day.

Oh, shit. Okay.

- Break it up.
- Come on, Rank... don't let him fucking kill you.

Asshole, leave the kid alone
before I pull your fuckin' nose off

- and make you fuckin' eat it.
- Okay, meathead.

Come on, sissy boy.

Can't take a fucking joke?

- Fuck you!
- (GARY CHUCKLES)

Okay. Okay.

- Well, Rank, one more thing...
- RAYMOND: Let it go.

PETER: Don't take
the bait, Rank!

I think your mama was
givin' out coupons

for blowjobs on 42nd Street.

I was thinkin'
of taking her up on it.

What do you think about that?

MAN: Second warning. Number 19.

- (RANK GRUNTS)
- PETER: Get up, Rank.

- Get up, Rank.
- RAYMOND: Get up, Rank.

- Oh, God. Oh, God!
- Get up. Get up.

- Get up!
- PETER: Rank ain't up.

- Get up!
- GARY: Get up!

- MAN: Warning. 19.
- Rank, get up, get up.

- MAN: Third warning.
- Get up, Rank!

Get the fuck up! Hey!

Fuck! Barkovitch,
you fuckin' asshole!

(DOGS BARKING DISTANTLY)

ARTHUR: Hey, Barkovitch.

Hey, Barkovitch!

You're not just a pest no more,

- now you a murderer!
- You can't fucking say...

- MAN: Second warning.
- that shit, man. No, no, no.

- MAN: Number five.
- I didn't do that shit.

- I didn't fuckin' touch him.
- You murdered that man!

He came after me, man.

Shut the fuck up. Hey, look...

- He murdered that man.
- Collie, you saw that shit, right?

We're the fuckin' same, man.
I know, you like to talk,

- I like to talk.
- I'm nothing like you...

- We like to have a...
- ...you motherfucker.

Say it again,
you'll be chewing concrete.

Fucking killed that kid,
for Christ sakes.

Fuck off! Okay? Fuck you.

All of you.

Why don't you go back
and dance on him, huh?

Boogie on his back a little.
Entertain us.

I know you got that gash
sucking cock yourself, Scarface.

Don't fuck with me.

(GARY SPITS)

I can't wait to see your brains
all over the fuckin' concrete, Barkovitch.

You know, I'll cheer
when it happens.

You fuckin' piece of shit.

(GARY GRUNTS)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Hey, man.
Look at that crow over there.

HANK: Fuck.

Spooky bullshit.

Hey, hey, hey,
have y'all had to poop yet?

I'm rationing.
Trying to avoid it.

- That's smart. Listen...
- MAN: Warning, number 45.

...there's something real bad
happenin' up ahead.

It... It's so gross.

I don't even think I can write
about it in the book.

It might kill
the commerciality of it.

RAYMOND: Commerciality?

Yeah, the overall
sales potential, you know, the people...

Yeah, we know what it is, man.

Oh, okay.

Well, listen,

word's been
coming down the line,

this guy Ronald, 45,

he's got the shits real bad.

(RONALD GRUNTING)

MAN ON SPEAKERS: Warning,
number 45.

Second warning.

(RONALD GRUNTING)

WALKER 1: Disgusting!

WALKER 2: Come on, 45.

WALKER 3: Let's go!
Keep walking!

- WALKER 4: Come on, man.
- (GRUNTING)

WALKER 5: Let's go, man.
Get it out. Keep it coming.

MAN: Warning, 45.
Third warning.

- RONALD: Damn.
- COLLIE: Hey, idiot!

- Pull up your fucking pants
and walk. - WALKER 5: Come on, man, get up.

COLLIE: It's better to be
dirty than fucking dead.

WALKER 6: Hurry up
and fucking walk. Let's go.

COLLIE: Just let it roll down
your fucking legs!

(PANTING)

- COLLIE: Come on, man.
- (GRUNTING)

COLLIE: Let's go.

HARKNESS: Oh, my God.

(PETER CLEARS THROAT)

- Damn.
- You won't avoid it, boys...

unless you wash out quick.

The last 20 always have to shit.

Shut the fuck up, Stebbins!

What does it matter?

Let's just hope
it happens quick.

MAJOR: I'm proud of you, boys.
You got sac.

Swing it heavy
as you cover these miles...

heavy and long.

Where else in the world

would you have
an opportunity like this?

Nowhere is the answer.

Win that prize.

Your first night
is almost upon you.

For some of you,
it will be the last.

But remember...

with determination, pride,
and ambition,

you will see the dawn.

You okay, compadre?

Yeah, I'm all right.

I wanna tell you. It's just...
gotta wait till morning,

all right? It'll be
our next, um...

Moment.

Moment. Exactly.

Okay.

Okay, sold.

GINNIE:
* In Dublin's fair city *

* Where the girls
are so pretty *

* I first set my eyes on *

* Sweet Molly Malone *

MAN: Warning. Warning, 47.

Oh! Wakey, wakey, my boy.

That's you.
Rise and shine. (CHUCKLING)

What time is it?

Uh, it's 3:45.

But I... I've been... I...

You've been dozing
for hours, yep.

That's your mind,
usin' the old escape hatch.

Don't you wish feet could?

You know, I was sleeping, too.

Ain't it strange we can do that?

Doesn't make
any fucking sense, does it?

I mean, you know,
I was even dreaming.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Yeah, what about?

Uh, I was dreaming about my mom.

- Yeah.
- (PETER CHUCKLES)

And she used
to sing me this lullaby

- that was so sweet, you know?
- PETER: Hmm.

- Yeah.
- That's good, Ray.

- Yeah.
- See, that's the stuff that will get us through.

- Yeah.
- Come on.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Tell me about your moms.

- What's her name?
- Uh, mom.

Fuck off, man. You know
what I'm talking about.

Uh, um, (TUTS) Ginnie.

Jenny?

- Ginn-ie.
- Jenny.

Ginnie. Like "gin."
Like, um, you know,

what they make
the martinis with?

- PETER: Oh.
- Yeah.

I bet she a real looker, too.

I'mma punch you in your face.

Get the fuck
outta here, Pearson.

- How'd that lullaby go?
- Break off, man,

- go chew on your foot.
- Fuck yeah, she's a looker.

- Oh, my God.
- I saw her at the fucking startin' area.

- It's so fucking annoying.
- Everyone woke up

- fucking funny, right?
- I swear to God.

- Yeah, literally.
- You're funny, Olson.

- You're funny, Olson.
- She's a beautiful lady.

I don't know what
you gettin' all PO'd for.

I hope you get one,
two, three warnings.

- Holy shit.
- HARKNESS: Olson, stop talking

about people's mamas.
(CHUCKLING)

Thank you, Harkness.

- (PETER LAUGHING)
- MAN: Warning, 46.

- First warning.
- (RAYMOND SIGHS)

- (SIGHING)
- You know, um...

she doesn't sing
the lullaby anymore, though.

- MAN: Warning, number 11.
- You know?

Pete, I miss her.

I gotta tell you,
I didn't realize how much

I could fucking
miss her. (SIGHS)

You know you have to win
to see her, Ray.

I think that I'll see her
in Freeport

'cause we live there.

- MAN: 25, second warning.
- You know? But, um...

I just gotta make it
till there, I guess.

Yeah.

- Yeah.
- You got a girl, Ray?

Um, yeah, yeah. Um...

Yeah, I did, uh...

You know, I... I had to end it
because of this.

- So, that was that.
- MAN: Number 33.

- That's too bad, but smart.
- MAN: Second warning.

Yeah, I think so, too.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. What about you, Pete?

You got a lady?

No, Ray.

No, I don't.

MAN: Warning, 47.

- Second warning.
- Fuck me. Fuck.

Uh-oh. You dreaming about
your boyfriend's dick in your mouth?

Huh?

You see something green,
Barkovitch?

MAN: Number 12.

Just your scaredy little
fuckin' ass. That's all.

- MAN: First warning.
- (PETER CLEARS THROAT)

Fuckin' hate that fucking guy.

Yeah, me too.

- Just keep walking.
- Oh, fuck.

- MAN: Warning, 47. Third and
final warning. - Come on, Ray, listen.

- Just three hours.
- Fuck.

Just three hours,
and your slate is wiped clean.

- Come on, just keep...
- MAN: Warning, 18.

Look, shut up, Pete.
Shut up! Shut up!

- MAN: Second warning.
- Come on, stop acting like

you don't want me
to get my ticket.

I know you're just like
the rest of them, man.

Stop pretending like
you don't wanna see me

with a fucking bullet
in the back of my head!

MAN: Second warning.

PETER: I was
just trying to help.

GARY: Come on,
step into it, brothers!

Hey, who wants to race me
to the fucking top?

COLLIE: Shut the fuck up,
you fucking freak!

- Fuck me! Fuck!
- GARY: Make me!

Lotta you are gonna die
on this hill.

Maybe more than half.

- Happened once six years ago.
- (GUNSHOT)

- Twenty-eight in total.
- Shit. Shit.

- Come on.
- GARY: Whoo!

There we go.

MAN: Number eight.

Number 43.

Come on, four-eyes.

You're dying tonight.

- (GUNSHOTS)
- You're dying tonight!

- Come on!
- MAN: Final warning.

- Number 41.
- (RAYMOND PANTING)

MAN: Number 30.

GARY: Come on, Olson!

(GUNSHOTS)

Final warning.

You ain't gonna
fuckin' make it, Garraty.

Please wait! I'm okay! I'm okay!

- (BONES CRACK)
- Argh!

You're gonna
fucking die tonight, Garraty.

I can fucking feel it.

You're gonna fucking
die tonight, man.

MAN: Final warning.

GARY: Take your time, baby.
Take your time!

Fuck! (PANTING)

GARY: Don't look behind,
Garraty!

Got a gun
to your fucking head, fucker!

I can feel it!

You're gonna fucking
give in, aren't you?

Gun to your fucking head,
Garraty!

Gonna be the last thing
you fuckin' hear, man!

How you holdin' up?

RAYMOND: Not good. I feel faint.

Compadre, you can do this.

Pour your canteen
over your head.

WALKER 1: No, please.

(WALKER 2 SHOUTING)

There you go. There you go.

Now keep putting one foot
in front of the other.

- That's it.
- Okay.

Now, refill.

Canteen, 47, canteen.

(GUNSHOTS)

You get paid to shoot me,
not look at me, motherfucker!

Ray.

Top of the hill.

We made it.

No, no, no! Don't slow down.

Do not slow down.

Keep moving.

You'll catch your breath.

Pete, I didn't mean
what I said back there, okay?

- Forget it, man.
- No, I owe you an apology.

- Forget it.
- Pete, I owe you...

I can't... (HYPERVENTILATING)

- It's all right.
- Okay. Okay.

It's all right.

Okay.

Hey, you know
I didn't mean it, right?

PETER: It's all good.

It's all good. Let it out.

RAYMOND: Okay.

- Don't be fucking dumb.
- Okay.

- Keep the pace.
- Okay.

- Keep the pace.
- Okay.

What about the rest of them?

The Musketeers?

Musketeers are all good.

Okay.

Keep moving.

Keep moving.

You got it.

You got it.

(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

PETER: All he needs

is a pitchfork.

(HARKNESS SNIFFLES)

Talk to me, Pete. I'm fading.

You think you'll win, Ray?

Uh, I, uh...

I need to.

We all do.

Yeah... Yeah, to survive.
I get it, but...

I need to for other reasons.

Okay. But you think you will?

No, Pete.

No, I don't.

How about you?

I stopped thinking
I had any real chance

around 11 last night.

You know, I had an idea

that when
the first guy fell off,

the soldiers were pointing
their guns,

and when they pulled
the triggers,

little pieces of paper
with the word "bang" will pop out.

The Major would go
"April Fools,"

and we'll all go home.

Do you know what I'm saying?
(CHUCKLES)

- Yeah, Pete, I do.
- (PETER CHUCKLES)

Yeah.

Yeah, it took me
a while to realize the real gut truth of this.

This is walk or die...

simple as that.

Not survival
of the physically fittest.

If it was, I'd have
a good chance, but...

There are mothers
who'd lift a fucking car

if their kid
was pinned underneath.

The brain, Garraty.

Not man or God,

it's something
in the fucking brain.

I don't have that.

I don't want
to beat people that badly.

And I think,
when the time comes,

when I'm tired enough,

I think I'll just sit down.

I hope that's not true, Pete.

I'll outlast Barkovitch, though.

- (CHUCKLES)
- Ah! That I can do at least.

- We can both do that.
- (BOTH CHUCKLING)

How many people are left?

Word came up,
we lost 14 last night.

Which means 18 left, I think.

It's thinnin' out, Ray.

More than 5% chance now.

(EMOTIONAL MUSIC PLAYING)

PETER: Did you walk off
your warnings?

Yes, I did.

Ray, you know
it's true morning now.

You gonna tell me?

What a dipshit state this is.

Fucking trees and one-horse
towns everyplace.

Is there a city
in this whole fucking place?

You know, it's funny, Collie,

we like to breathe
fresh air instead of smog.

(SCOFFS) Ain't no smog
in Sioux Falls, you fucking hick.

Ah! Right. No smog,
just a lot of,

- what is it, hot air?
- Now, now, boys.

Come on. Let's settle this
like gentlemen.

First one to get
his head blown off

has to buy
the other one a beer, huh?

- How about that?
- I... I don't like beer.

Fuckin' bumpkin.

He's buggy.

You know,
you seem buggy too, Ray.

- Hmm.
- Fuck me.

Is everyone buggy this morning?

I bet Olson's got bugs too.
Hey, Olson.

- Hey, Hank!
- ARTHUR: Hey, come on,

come on, McVries.
Leave him alone, man.

He ain't had a good night.

He ain't doing so well, either.

Hey, how'd you sleep today? Huh?

'Cause I slept
just fucking great.

Hey, Olson.

You wanna go for a walk?

Go to hell.

Come on. What?

- What'd you say?
- Go to hell. I said fucking...

Go to hell!

Just trying
to keep it interesting.

- RAYMOND: Hmm.
- MAN ON SPEAKER: Warning.

Warning, 49.

- (CRACKING, SQUELCHING)
- (HARKNESS GASPS)

(CRYING) My ankle.

My ankle is all twisted up.

MAN: Warning.
Second warning, 49.

Come on, Harkness!
Just keep it moving

one foot in front of the other.
You got this.

Hey, get out of here!

Yeah, you! Get out of here!
You don't wanna see this!

- Scat!
- (HARKNESS GRUNTS)

MAN: Warning.
Third warning, 49.

Final warning.

ARTHUR: Get out of here, man!

(HARKNESS SOBBING)

I... I'm gonna go... go...

It's so fucked.
This thing is so fucked!

It's all so fucked!

STEBBINS:
You're too emotional, Garraty.

That'll get you in the end.

You know, you hardly talk,
but when you do,

it's just fucking garbage!

I think a fucking
cold motherfucker

like that would just probably
win the whole thing.

Harkness, man.

Poor ol' Harkness.

Why don't you write him
a fucking poem, then?

Actually, you know what?

You should write him
a song, songwriter.

Why don't you kiss
my ass, killer?

Hey, don't fucking say
that shit, man.

You're fucking wrong
to say that, man.

I'm not fucking wrong.
You're fucking wrong, man.

Oh, yeah? What you gonna do?

I got plans for you,
motherfucker.

Okay?

Ray...

you good?

I mean, I'm...

I'm better than
fucking Harkness, I guess.

That's good, Ray.

Remember, we can't
have it both ways.

Hey, Hank.

I'm sorry
for busting your balls, man.

I really am.

Give yourselves due kudos, boys.

Let's hear it.

You made it 100 miles.

That's a goddamn accomplishment!

Keep on. The prize awaits.

(HORSE WHINNIES IN DISTANCE)

I mean, how the heck
he always look so fresh?

He even human?

It's not a trick.

The Major sleeps at night,
after supper.

He even showers.

ARTHUR: That ain't fair.

STEBBINS: It's not about fair.

How are ya, fucking fuckhead?

You goddamn bag.

(SNEEZES, GRUNTS)

- (COUGHS)
- You gettin' sick, Stebbins?

Oh, wouldn't you
like that, Garraty?

Just allergies.

I get 'em every spring.

Oh, shit! He's running for it!

- MAN: Warning, 31.
- GARY: Oh, boy! Come on, now!

(GUNSHOTS)

(GARY WHOOPS)

Fuck, man, that just woke me up!

ARTHUR: Ooh!

Boy, I'd kill
for a foot massage right now.

If I win this,

if I win, I swear to God,

I might be tempted
to use my wish

for a foot massage
right there on the road.

You serious, Baker?

No, man. Of course not.

I'm asking
to have one of them, uh...

What you call 'em?

- One of them space rockets.
- RAYMOND: Huh.

Yeah, those space rockets
take me to the moon.

- RAYMOND: Yeah.
- Yeah, I always wanted

to go to the moon.

Anywhere's better than here.

Hey, you know,
that's not a bad wish, Baker.

Remember that one kid that,
uh, well, he wished for, uh...

I think it was a pet elephant?

Yeah.

Yeah, and they gave it to him.

RAYMOND: Uh-huh.

They brought it out
with a saddle and everything,

and he just rode it home.

RAYMOND: Yeah.

They really will give you
anything you want.

That's why
I'm asking to go to the moon.

I gonna wish
for 10 naked ladies.

Oh, shit. There he is.
I thought we lost you.

Well, I'm fine.

The fuck you gonna do
with 10 naked ladies?

HANK: Uh, you said you were
gonna be nice, McVries.

That's a stupid
fucking wish, Olson.

How is that
a stupid fucking wish?

You fruity or something?

No, that's not the point, Olson.

All I'm saying
is that when you win,

you get like
a gazillion dollars.

You can pay for 10 naked ladies

to come over to your house
whenever you'd like.

It's just, you know, (EXHALES)

when you win,
you should wish for something

that you can't pay for.

No. I don't wanna
have to fucking pay

for my naked ladies.
That's gross.

Hey, you do realize
if you get your wish,

someone's gonna
have to pay the 10 ladies

- to get naked for you, right?
- RAYMOND: Mm-hmm.

Okay, I never thought
about that. Wow.

- No, you didn't.
- Shit.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

What would you
wish for, McVries?

I had a wish for a long time,

for years, actually, but...

I've changed my wish
in the last couple days.

From now on, I'm gonna wish
that Long Walk has two winners.

'Cause then...
then in years to come,

people can have hope
that maybe their friends just might make it.

Ah, they'll
never allow that shit.

Well, hell if I don't try.

- That's beautiful, Pete.
- Oh, fuck off, man.

No, I'm not fucking with you.
I'm dead serious.

That's really
fucking goddamn beautiful.

HANK: I still think
10 naked ladies is a fucking no-brainer.

- Oh, Jesus.
- HANK: How about you, Garraty?

Uh, no, I'm not saying.

It's like a birthday wish,
you know?

- ARTHUR: Oh, come on, man.
- I'm not trying to jinx it.

Come on. Come on, Garraty.
Come on.

The chances it's gonna be you,

or any one of us
for that matter,

is slim to none.
What's the harm?

Chances are getting
better and better.

And, you know,

I'm feeling
pretty good today, so...

- Ooh!
- (RAYMOND CHUCKLES)

- Look at you.
- There you go.

But, uh, I don't know.
How many of us are left?

Well, one, two, three,
four, five, six.

There's around 15, probably.
I don't know.

Those are no longer bad odds.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTERING)

This ain't enjoyable
at all anymore.

There's no fucking flavor.

Talking about the piece of gum?

- Oh, God. Spit it out, man.
- That's so gross.

Oh, what can I say?

I'm a superstitious
motherfucker.

I got this feeling
in the depth of my gut.

As long as this gum lasts,
so do I.

When she goes, I go.

We gotta make it
through this thing together, me and the gum.

That's as beautiful
as it is disgusting, Olson.

ARTHUR: No, no, no. Don't change

- the subject now, Garraty.
- No, I'm not.

You ain't here
for the money, right?

Give us a nibble.
What you here for?

Listen, I'll tell you this.

I want my wish to change things.

You know? Maybe stop
this whole thing altogether.

"You can't wish for things

"that cause changes in a state's

- "policies and procedures."
- (SIGHS) Oh, my God, Olson.

- No, that's not what...
- That's rule number...

...I'm talking about, my man.
I'm just saying,

I'm not wishing
for something to change.

My wish, if I get it,
might enact change.

- You know, indirectly.
- Fuck are you hiding, Garraty?

Ain't these supposed to be
your best fucking friends?

Hey, shut the fuck up,
killer, huh?

Go find your own circle, man.

Hey, gotta be careful

saying that kinda stuff
out loud, man.

The Major have you shot

for talking
about ideas like that.

No, I know.

Just, um...

I don't know. I figure,
within the next two days,

I'm either gonna be
dead or the winner.

Might as well speak while I can.

Hey, he's right.

You know, you right, Garraty.

- Fuck the Long Walk.
- There you go, Pete.

- Hey, fuck the Major!
- There you go.

- PETER: Fuck the Long Walk!
- Fuck the Long Walk!

- PETER: Hell, yeah, Collie!
- Fuck the Major!

- Come on, Baker, what you got?
- Fuck the Long Walk!

What you got, boy?

- Screw the Walk, man.
- Fuck the Walk.

- Screw the Walk.
- Yeah, screw the Walk.

- Guys, guys, come on!
- There you go, baby!

Oh, come on.
Olson, don't be a fucking pussy now.

The Major isn't a smart target.

COLLIE: Fuck the Major!
Fuck the Long Walk!

Oh, shit, Stebbins.

Well, he gon' have
to fuckin' shoot me.

Is that what he gonna do?

- Fuck the Long Walk!
- RAYMOND: Yeah. Fuck the Walk.

Fuck the Major and fuck
those fucking soldiers!

There you go.

- PETER: Fuck you, man!
- Yeah! Fuck the Long Walk!

PETER: Fuck the Long Walk!

- Yes.
- HANK: Fuck the Long Walk!

- Fuck the Walk!
- Yeah! Fuck the Long Walk!

(MY EYES ARE GETTING HEAVY
BY PARISH HALL PLAYING ON RADIO)

Fuck the Long Walk!

- Fuck the Walk!
- Fuck the Walk!

- PETER: Fuck the Walk!
- WALKER: Fuck yeah! Yeah!

RAYMOND: Fuck the Major!

- Fuck the Long Walk!
- There he is!

- Fuck the Long Walk!
- Yeah, fuck the Long Walk!

Major, look! Fuck you!

- (THUNDER RUMBLING)
- (RAIN PATTERING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(IN GROGGY VOICE) Oh, Pete.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(IN NORMAL VOICE) You...
you wanna get some sleep?

You want me to...

Nah.

- That's all you.
- (CHUCKLES)

Thanks, Pete.

(COUGHING)

All right,
stay right there, Pete.

Ah, fuck me.

All right, don't drop it,
all right?

- We playing ball?
- RAYMOND: Ready?

- Hit me.
- RAYMOND: All right.

There you go.

- MAN: Warning, number six.
- Nice. There you go.

- PETER: Whoa.
- Whoa, Art. Whoa!

- PETER: Easy, Art. Damn.
- RAYMOND: Jesus.

Don't take long now.

- RAYMOND: Come on.
- PETER: You gotta go.

- Is he good?
- MAN: Second warning,

- No, he's not up yet.
- ...number six.

Get up, Art.

(CHUCKLES) Fucking nasty.

Pinch it off, my man.

Ain't so easy with a...
gun on my...

What, you need a gun
to your head

to get up from a shit? Jesus.

Goddamn!

Fastest crap I ever took.

You should have brought an issue
of The New Yorker with you.

Never could go long
without a crap.

(PANTS) See, most guys, they...

they crap once a week.

Me? I'm a once-a-day
type of guy, you know?

If I don't crap once a day, I...

I take a laxative.

There are three great truths
in the world.

A good meal,

a good screw,

and a good shit.

And that's all.

Olson's a smart man.

You keep saying "crap," though.

What's up with that?

It's always sounded
a little less vulgar to me

than the... than the S-word.

Well, I ain't never heard
of the Bible forbidding the word "shit."

How about you, Ray?

Not me.

Yeah, well, it's not...
it's not that it's a rule or anything.

It's just, you know...

- the idea is the Bible...
- (COUGHS)

- ...the Bible says...
- Can you... Can you...

Sorry, can you break off?

You stink. (CHUCKLES)

Listen, it's not your fault.
You didn't have time to wipe.

But we shouldn't all be
fucking paying for it.

You know what I mean?

- Sorry, Art.
- I love you. I love you.

- Yeah, we love you, Art.
- Thank you.

Just keep it...
you know, just, like...

Just run, like, two miles
up the road. Okay?

- Ugh.
- Well, Ray, we're alone.

How 'bout it?

It's just gotta stay
between us, Pete.

You have my word, compadre,
and that means something.

(SIGHS) Um...

My dad, uh, you know...

My dad was my hero.

And, um...

you know, he always
wanted to show me things

that honestly could have
gotten him jailed.

You know, he wanted
to show me books by,

you know,
Nietzsche and Kierkegaard,

Mark Twain and Camus,
and show me music,

real fucking uninhibited music.

- Yeah.
- And just...

you know,
that was the kinda guy he was.

He was uninhibited,

and just, uh...

you know, I don't know.
I wanted to know the old way,

so he showed it to me.

And all that shit's illegal now.

Yeah, I think he thought
he had a system.

He thought he was being
careful, but...

GINNIE: * Dublin's fair city *

* Where the girls
are so pretty *

* I first set my eyes
on sweet *

* Molly Malone
As she... *

Dad, do you mind

grabbing the baseball?

It's right next
to the sewing machine.

It's right... Thank you.

Thanks.

(GINNIE SINGING INDISTINCTLY)

GINNIE: Mmm.

(DOOR SLAMS OPEN)

- Dad? Dad?
- William, what did you do?

What did you do?

- Dad?
- GINNIE: What's happening?

William?

(YELLS) William,
what's happening?

He says things he doesn't mean!

He says things he doesn't mean!

MAJOR: Mr. William Garraty,

you've been accused
and convicted,

for high crimes
of possession and teaching,

of banned materials and ideas.

Do you pledge allegiance
to the state,

- the system, and the squads...
- Please.

MAJOR: ...here and now
on the street

before your family,

or immediate deactivation?

There's still time
to be an example for your son.

Still time for you
to make the honorable choice.

It's your decision.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

No, sir.

Oh, my God.

I will pledge
no such allegiance.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

- Luck to you, Mr. Garraty.
- GINNIE: No!

- May God show mercy.
- GINNIE: No!

Never forget who you are, Ray.

(BIRD SQUAWKING)

God.

I'm so sorry.

It's all right. I'm all right.

No, Ray, it's not all right.

Yeah, you're right, it's not.

And that's why
I'm gonna kill him.

- (SCOFFS) No.
- Yep.

How? Ray, you can't
wish him dead.

- I have a wish.
- A wish that will give me

the ability to do it
once I'm the winner.

Once I'm close enough to him.

What?

(WHISPERING) I'm gonna wish
for the carbine.

PETER: The gun?

And they'd have
to give it to you.

Yeah, and that's how I'd do it.

Right fucking there.

But you gotta win first.

Yeah, but, Pete,
I'll tell you this,

nobody wants it more than me.

Nobody here wants it
more than I do.

Yeah, I'm not arguing
with that, compadre, but...

Listen, my dad was
the last true good person

on this planet.
I swear to fucking God.

And he was willing
to risk everything

in order to show me
the old ways.

This is my chance to do my part,

change things
the way he wanted to.

- Yeah, but, Ray...
- Pete, my chance...

to cut off the fuckin' head
of the dragon.

Ray...

he chose to leave you.

How's that good?

Garraty, do you have any idea

how hard it is
to fucking kill a man?

I've killed a deer,
and that's hard enough.

Like, killing a man is only easy

for a certain kind of person.

I'll become that kinda person.

That'd be fucking sad.

Those kinda people
can't see the beauty

- in this world.
- What fucking beauty?

The sky, the trees, the birds.

Fuck, man, everything.

Do you know
what else is beautiful?

Us.

'Cause we're real friends,
aren't we?

Pete, what does it matter?

Whether we have three hours,
three days, or three decades,

this moment,
this fucking moment,

it matters, man.

Say it.

This matters.
This moment matters.

Yeah. Goddamn right, Musketeer.

But it doesn't really matter,
does it, Pete?

Because when this moment's over,

I'm still gonna
fucking kill him.

Fair enough.

But realize,
even if you pull it off,

- they'll fucking kill you.
- You don't know that shit.

I'll be the winner.
That's uncharted territory.

What about your mom?

Don't fucking bring up
my mom, Pete.

What about your mom?

- Does she know?
- No, she doesn't.

This thing's bigger
than me and my mom.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Pete, look at that bunch
of fucking pigs.

They wanna see
our fucking brains

on the concrete, man.
They'd just as soon see yours.

All how you fucking see it.

Look harder.

You see that? That's a family,
and they love each other.

We can't get mad at them

for being conditioned
to think that this is okay

when... when we're
the fuckin' same.

You know what, Ray?

Your wish means nothing

if you don't believe
in that family over there.

If you don't believe
they're worth being saved,

you may as well
sit down right now,

and let them riddle you
with bullets, because...

vengeance, Ray...

vengeance is not enough.

See that?

That's something
to be grateful for.

You ever had a brother, Ray?

No.

Neither have I.

You wanna walk with me a while?

Yeah.

Yeah, I do, Pete.

- (RAYMOND CHUCKLING)
- MAN: Warning, number 47.

- (RAYMOND GRUNTS)
- Hey. You got me.

MAN: Warning.
First warning, four.

(STEBBINS COUGHING)

PATRICK: (GRUNTS) Help me.

Please, my feet. Help me.

My feet. Please, help.

Please.

- MAN: Warning, four.
- SOLDIER: Hey!

- Second warning.
- (PATRICK YELLING)

(SCREAMING)

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

MAN: Warning, four.

Third and final warning.

(PETER GRUNTING)

- (PATRICK SCREAMING)
- (GUNSHOT)

- (TRESSLER GRUNTS)
- PETER: The fuck?

Who the fuck is that?

It's Tressler. (SOFTLY)
He's the kid with the radio.

MAN: Warning.
Third warning, 24.

(PANTING)

(GUNSHOTS)

- WALKER: Fuck, man.
- ARTHUR: Lord, I wanna go home.

Jesus, I wanna go home.

- I wanna go home.
- Fuck.

- I wanna go home.
- Fuck.

I wanna go home.
I wanna go home.

I wanna go home.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

STEBBINS: Garraty.

You tired, Garraty?

Am I tired?

(CHUCKLES) Ye...
Yeah, I'm a little tired.

Exhausted?

I'm getting there.

No.

You're not exhausted.

Not yet. (COUGHS)

I don't know why I bother
talkin' to you, man.

It's like talking
to fucking smoke.

Olson's exhausted.

He's almost through now.

You got balls talkin'
about Olson,

looking the way you look.

Shit himself.

You smell that?

Even I can.

The fuck are you
driving at, man?

Why don't you ask
your hick friend, Art Baker?

The mule doesn't like to plow,

but it sure does like
the tasty carrots.

Watch Olson.

He doesn't quite know it yet,

but he's lost his appetite
for the carrot.

Olson?

Hank?

Olson?

Olson, talk to me, man.
What's goin' on?

Hey, hey.

Talk to me, Hank.

Stebbins is talking
about carrots and donkeys.

(CHUCKLES) I don't know
what's happening, but...

You okay?

You all right?

Talk to me.

(VOICE BREAKS) God's garden.

(PANTING)

It's full of weeds.

- Hank. Hank!
- MAN: Warning, 46.

- PETER: Hey.
- RAYMOND: Hey, keep walking,

- Hank!
- Hey, Hank!

RAYMOND: Olson, come on.
Just keep walking.

ARTHUR: Keep walking,
man, come on!

- Olson, get that fucker!
- Please!

(HANK YELLS)

Come on. No!

ARTHUR: No, no, no.

- MAN: Second warning, 46.
- HANK: Art!

Hank! Hank!

- MAN: Warning, number six.
- PETER: Motherfuckers!

- Art! Get back here, Art!
- Art, get fucking

- back here now!
- RAYMOND: Art, he's dead.

COLLIE: Why the hell
don't they just finish him?

- They gut-shot him.
- PETER: Art, get back here!

They're gonna let him bleed out.

It's deliberate
to discourage any of us

from doing the old
Charge-of-the-Light-Brigade number.

Hank. Hank. Hank, buddy.

- Buddy, buddy. No, no, no.
- MAN: Second warning, six.

ARTHUR: Why...

Hey, come on. Why'd you do this?

MAN: Warning, 47.

Ray! Ray!

- Art...
- ARTHUR: Why'd you do this?

- I did it wrong.
- RAYMOND: Art, get the fuck up!

I did it all wrong.

- Why?
- HANK: I did it all wrong.

ARTHUR: No, I'm here.
I'm here, buddy.

RAYMOND: He's dead.
Art, I need you...

I need you
to get the fuck up right now!

Shoot me! Hank, no, you can't!

Come on. He's dead. He's dead!

ARTHUR: No, no!

RAYMOND: I'm sorry, Olson.

I did it wrong!

- What?
- I'm sorry!

- He was dead! He's dead!
- I did it wrong!

What? I'm gonna lose you too?

HANK: I did it all wrong!

Garraty, I couldn't
save him, man.

I know, I know, I know.

- I couldn't save him, Garraty!
- I know.

- HANK: Art! I did it wrong!
- I know, I know.

I'm sorry.

- Couldn't save...
- I know.

- Couldn't save him!
- Stop.

Stop, it's okay.

You did a good thing.

- No, man.
- You did a good thing.

- ARTHUR: He called my name.
- RAYMOND: I know. Stop.

ARTHUR: He needed me.

RAYMOND: I know, I know.

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

I wish he would've shot
one of those fuckers.

Still can't get over
the pure fucking idiocy of Olson.

Why don't you keep his name
out your fucking mouth?

He didn't go out quietly,

and I respect
the hell out of him for that.

- I respect it, as well.
- So, what of it?

He was married.

Oh, that's...
that's a load of bullshit.

It's the truth.

Told a few of us
at the drop off.

Got a lot of
ball-busting for it.

He's the only one.

The only one
with a fucking wife.

Get this.

Her name's Clementine.

Like the song.

Okay, fellas,

let's make a promise right now,

whoever wins has to do
something for his wife.

How about that?

That's exactly
fucking right, Pete.

Do what? I'm not the fuckwad

who decided
to widow a, you know...

Listen, just money or something,

just to make sure
she's okay, all right?

Sounds like some bleeding-heart

- bullshit to me.
- Fucking, come on, Parker.

Come on.

I know you got
a heart in there somewhere.

Fucking say I never did
anything for you, McVries.

My man.

And what about you, Baker?

- MAN: Warning, number 23.
- Yeah?

ARTHUR: Yeah.

PETER: Come on. Yeah.

What about you, Stebbins?

Why not?

Go team.

- You feeling okay?
- (STEBBINS COUGHS)

No, I'm not feeling okay.

It's a hell of a thing.

I haven't been sick in 10 years,

and my body decides to do it

during this exact
stretch of days.

Like some cruel fucking joke.

It's called irony.

(COUGHS) Yeah,
I know what irony is.

Won't stop me, though.

Still fucking winning this shit.

Fuck! Mmm. (BREATHING HEAVILY)

Hey, um.

Why didn't your buddy ask me

if I wanted to help
Hank's girl out, you know?

I mean, um,

you know, I wanted to be asked.

You didn't hear me say

I didn't wanna
be asked, did you?

No, I... I didn't hear
you say that. No.

Shit, man.

I think I just got off
on the wrong foot with you boys, you know?

Like, I'm a good enough guy
if you get to know me.

I just...

I don't really have
a crowd, you know?

I never had a crowd in school,

I guess,
is what I'm trying to say.

You know, I was always
getting off on the wrong foot,

- but, um...
- Okay.

Fuck, man. I mean...

guy's gotta have
a couple buddies on... on a fucked-up thing

- like this, right?
- RAYMOND: Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. (SNIFFLES) Yeah.

Listen, man, um...

that Rank kid.

- Yeah.
- Man.

I... I didn't wanna
see him go, you know?

I... I... I would never,
you know...

Fuck, man, I just...

I can't stop fucking
hearing it and seeing it

in my mind
over and over again, man.

I can't fucking do it
anymore, man. I just gotta...

I'm just...
I'm fucking sorry, man,

- and I...
- Yeah.

I can't think
it's my fucking fault, right?

- Yeah.
- It's not my fault, right?

It's not. It's not.

- Okay.
- It's not. Okay?

So... so what...
what do you want, Gary?

You wanna be a... you wanna be

- a part of the deal?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah,

- that's what I was saying.
- Okay. Okay.

- Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
- Okay. Yeah.

I'll tell that,
I'll tell that bitch,

she can have enough bread
to stay on Fifth Avenue

- the rest of her fucking life.
- Okay, man.

And if you don't mind
telling your buddy,

just that I'm a part of it now.

- I can tell Pete, yeah.
- Thanks, man.

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

Oh, shit, man.

Guy's gotta have
a couple buddies, man.

That's what my daddy
always used to say.

Fuck! Fuck!

Oh, shit, man. I'm sorry, man.

- I just... I don't wanna go...
- It's okay. It's okay. Hey.

And I don't wanna die
hated, you know?

You gotta die.

And that's the fucked-up thing
about all this

is that we all gotta go,
you know?

It just doesn't have
to be like this

right now, you know?

Doesn't have to be
like this, but...

- Yeah.
- Fuck! Fuck, man.

- Hey.
- Can't fucking stop it, man.

Hey, you okay?

The fuck did you just say?

The fuck did you just say, man?

PETER: Asking if you're
fucking good.

I didn't fucking mean
to kill that kid, man!

I didn't fucking mean it, okay?

- PETER: Okay. Okay.
- I'm fucking sorry, man.

- PETER: Yeah.
- Fuck!

Hey, Gary. Come on, man.
It's all right.

We're all right.

We're all just friends
right now, man.

We're all just walking together

- as friends, okay?
- Yeah.

You got us. You got us.
You got your pack.

All right? Come on.

There you go. Just like that.

- Okay?
- Okay.

- So, we're gonna keep walkin'.
- GARY: Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna go tell Pete that...

I'm gonna go tell Pete
you wanna be part

- of the plan, all right?
- Thanks, man.

All right.

All right.

All right. Keep walking, please.

Okay.

Fuck, is he okay?

He said he wants
to be a part of it.

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

Oh, fuck, man. I gotta go, man.

- Gotta fucking go, man.
- Hey, Barkovitch. Barkovitch.

- Gary.
- Hey!

It's all right, Gary.
Just keep...

- (SIGHS) Fuck, man.
- PETER: Hey, Barkovitch.

Hey. Barkovitch.

Ah, Pete, just let him walk.
Come on.

- Keep walking, Gary.
- MAN: Warning.

- Warning, number five.
- RAYMOND: Please, keep walking.

PETER: Don't stop. Come on.

Gonna be with you whores
forever now, okay?

PETER: It's not what you...
What the fuck?

Fuck! No!

ARTHUR: Oh, God.

- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
- Why'd he do that?

Why the fuck
did he do that? Fuck!

- How the fuck did he do that?
- MAN: Warning. Second warning, five.

PETER: Everyone keep walking.

- (PETER EXHALES)
- (COUGHS)

(HORSES WHINNYING)

MAN: Third warning, five.
Final warning.

(GARY BREATHING RAGGEDLY)

No.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(STEBBINS COUGHING)

* In a cavern, in a canyon *

* Excavating for a mine *

* Dwelt a miner, forty-niner *

* And his daughter
Clementine *

- * Yes, I loved her *
- * Yes, I loved her *

* How I loved her *

* Though her shoes
were number nine *

* Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for *

(STEBBINS COUGHS)

- * Clementine *
- STEBBINS: * Clementine *

* Oh, my darling
Oh, my darling *

* Oh, my darling, Clementine *

* You are lost
and gone forever *

* Dreadful sorry, Clementine *

COLLIE: We're getting
fucking close, right?

- What?
- To your mom?

Oh, yeah, it shouldn't be...
it shouldn't be long now.

You're one lucky
son of a bitch, Garraty.

Get to see your mom.

Who the hell am I gonna see
between now and the end, huh?

No one but the fucking pigs
who come and stare.

I'm homesick,

and I'm fucking scared.

Hey, I'm scared, too, Collie.

If it makes you feel
any better I think we're all homesick.

You know?

Fucking easy for you to talk.

This is your home state.

You're the only one
who gets to see family.

I don't know.

I think maybe
it might make it worse.

The fuck are you butting in for?

I think he's got it harder
than either of us.

I think it might throw him off.

Oh, fuck off.

You're both crazy.

(STEBBINS COUGHING)

You really think
it's gonna be harder?

I just want you
to keep on walking.

- (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
- (THUNDER RUMBLING)

(STEBBINS COUGHING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

We made it to Freeport, Pete.

Mile 286.

We live to fight another day.

Fuck!

Damn bottom of my shoe fell off.

Gotta get rid
of them both, Garraty.

Or else some nails
will start poking through.

Plus, you work harder
when you're off balance.

MAN ON SPEAKER:
Warning, number 47.

Fuck me.

(SNIFFLES, EXHALES)

GINNIE: Your...

- Hi, Mom.
- GINNIE: Your feet.

Your...

Baby, your...

Don't slow down, Ray.

Can't stop.

- Ray, Ray. Ray!
- MAN: Warning, 47.

- Mom, I'm so sorry.
- MAN: Second warning.

- I'm so sorry. You...
- MAN: Warning, number 23.

- No, no, no!
- You don't know

- how sorry I am.
- It's okay.

Mom, please...
I just wanna hug. Please.

You're going to get
yourself killed. Ray, come on!

Mom, please. Just a hug.
I know I fucked up.

- No! No, go!
- MAN: Warning...

- Don't you fucking die!
- ...47.

- Ray! Move!
- MAN: Third warning.

- Go!
- MAN: Warning, number 23.

- GINNIE: Keep walking!
- I'm so sorry, Mom.

GINNIE: Keep walking!

It's okay!

It's okay!

PETER: Think about you father.

RAYMOND: I don't wanna
think about it.

I'm so sorry, Mom!

Just don't do this
in front of her.

Don't do this in front of her!

Fuck you!

You fucking
twisted piece of shit!

You were right.
I did what my dad did! I...

Pete, I have made
such a fucking massive mistake.

I should've just stayed
in the fucking car.

- I should've just gone home.
- Ray.

- I'm...
- Ray. Ray, you still wanna

know how I got
this fucking scar, huh?

- She's still there, Pete.
- Ray?

- Please.
- Yeah. Ray, you've been

walking for five days.

I've been walking
my whole fucking life.

(SNIFFLES) You know,

my parents both died,

in the big war when I was...

when I was little.

And, you know,
the damnedest thing...

I don't remember
a single thing about 'em.

A drunk uncle took me in.

He beat the shit outta me,

and died in a pool
of his own puke when I was 10.

After that...

- I met kids sorta like me.
- Uh-huh.

No parents.

Or parents
who didn't give a fuck.

- Yeah?
- I lived on...

couches and in basements.

I slept in fields and ditches.

It took years
before I was finally caught

by the state.

But nothing was as bad
as how I was living.

Picking fights,

stealing shit.

Picking more fights.

Until, one day, I picked a fight
with the wrong guy.

Yeah.

A guy who knew his way
around a hunting knife.

(SNIFFLES)

He cut me.

He cut me fucking good.
You see this, Ray?

Have a look at that.
You see that?

- Jesus, Pete.
- You see it, yeah?

- Yeah, I do.
- Yeah.

He left me for dead.

I woke up in the hospital,
and you know what?

You know what, Ray?

I wasn't even upset,

because it wasn't his fault.
It was mine.

You know,
so at that moment, I said

I'll always choose
to find sunlight

in all this fucking darkness.

'Cause what's the point
of a second chance if not?

You do find the light, Pete.
You do.

- I don't have that...
- Yeah.

...in me, though.
I would have been

fucking dead
if it wasn't for you.

Ray, you think
this shit is easy?

Huh? No, Ray, it's fucking hard!

I try fucking hard.

Yeah.

I don't have much to lose,

but I have everything to gain,
and that's why I'm here.

Yeah.

I want that prize
so I can do something good.

Maybe help some children who...

who are like me.

But you know what
I could've used, Ray?

What?

A brother.

Ray, listen to me.
If you make this,

if...

I suggest you choose love.

I suggest you take that prize,

and go home to your mom.

Because, Ray, Ray,

you're a good fucking kid...

- Thanks, Pete. Thanks, Pete.
- ...and you deserve it.

Yeah.

(STEBBINS COUGHING)

Hey, listen.

I've been thinking...

We all got to get together
on something.

What?

We all gotta make an agreement

that from here on out

no help for anyone.

You either do it on your own,
or you don't do it.

The fuck's that supposed
to mean, Stebbins, huh?

What the fuck's that
supposed to fucking mean, huh?

No, Pete, I think
he might be right.

You can't keep saving me.

But what about the Musketeers?

Fuck your Musketeers.

It's better for all of us,
and you know it. (COUGHS)

My nose.

I ain't had
a nosebleed in years.

Ain't nobody give a shit
about your nosebleed, Baker.

We've all got our issues,
if you couldn't tell.

What'd you say?

Oh, shut up. Parker?

Collie Parker, are you in?

Collie?

Fuck it.

Goddamn motherfucker!

- PETER: No!
- COLLIE: McVries!

- Come on!
- RAYMOND: Oh, my God.

(GUNSHOT)

- (GROANING)
- RAYMOND: Fuck. Fuck. God.

(COLLIE CHANTING IN ALGONQUIN)

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

(GROANING)

No, no. No, don't turn.

Just keep walking. You okay?

You okay?

My nose... it's bleeding.

I know.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Hey. Hey, my nose.

My nose won't stop.

My nose won't stop bleeding.

It ain't that bad,
though, is it?

- No.
- ARTHUR: Huh?

- No, no. It's not that bad.
- No.

It's an internal hemorrhage.
Pretty common.

Stebbins, please. Come on.

My grandma,

- used to put ice on my nose...
- RAYMOND: Uh-huh.

every time I have a nosebleed.

I wish I had
some ice to put on it.

RAYMOND: Yeah.
Let's get you some ice.

Just keep walking.

I'm gonna die now, boys.

No. Just keep walking
a little longer, okay?

No, no. I can't. I can't.

Please.

I can't, buddy.

I'm sorry. I'm going home.

- Don't apologize.
- I'm going home.

- Don't apologize, Art.
- I'm going home.

Keep your head up, buddy.
You gave this your all.

- I did?
- Yeah.

- I did.
- Like fuck, you did.

- I did.
- Yeah.

- And you know what?
- (ARTHUR CHUCKLING)

Even made some friends.

That's goddamn right.

Hey, Art,

you've been
a hell of a fucking friend.

- Truly.
- Yeah.

Thanks.

- Thanks, both of y'all.
- Of course.

Could y'all do something for me?

- Absolutely.
- PETER: Anything, compadre.

Could you give this
to my grandma, if you make it?

Of course.

Of course.

Promise me one thing.

Yeah.

Don't watch 'em do it.

- Okay.
- Okay? Promise me. Promise me.

- I promise.
- Promise me!

I promise. I promise.

Thanks.

I'm going home.

I'm going home.

Just a little longer.

- I'm going home.
- Just a little longer.

I'm going home.

- I can't, man.
- MAN: Warning.

- Second warning, six.
- I just...

I fucking can't, man.

Do you know what I want
more than anything?

- What, Pete?
- MAN: Third and final warning.

An Orange Julius.

(COUGHS)

(GUNSHOT)

(PETER SNIFFLES)

MAJOR:
You're in the homestretch.

For better or for worse,

there's going to be wheat,

and there's going to be chaff.

You choose, boys.
Remember, you choose.

Shut the fuck up!

Holy shit!

Suck a dick, will you?
I mean, just...

You fucking lotus-eater.

- You old sack of shit. Shut up!
- (PETER CHUCKLING)

- That's the spirit, my boy.
- PETER: Oh, my God.

- (RAYMOND LAUGHING)
- MAJOR: That's a killer fuckin' instinct.

- Take no prisoners.
- (RAYMOND AND PETER LAUGHING)

Flex that sac
and go get that prize.

- MAN: Warning, 23 and 47.
- Fuck.

- Second warning, 38.
- I'm done.

What would happen

if we slowed
at the exact same time, huh?

There's no way any three humans

could measure exactness
like these instruments.

They have it down to a science.

Increments.

How the fuck do you know so much

about the Long Walk, anyway?

It's all on record.

You ever read a book?
It ain't too hard.

Come on. Come on. No, come on!

Come on, man.

It's almost over.

Say something real.

- I'm the rabbit.
- Huh?

I'm the fucking rabbit.

You've seen them.

Those little gray
mechanical rabbits

that the greyhounds chase
at the dog races.

'Cause no matter
how fast the dogs run,

they never can quite catch up
to the rabbit,

because the rabbit
isn't flesh and blood.

Maybe you're right, Garraty.

Maybe we should stop
being rabbits and pigs,

and goats and sheep and...

just be people.

Real people...

who bleed.

You wanna know
how I know so much

about the Long Walk?

The Major's my father.

I'm his bastard.

I didn't think
he knew I was his son.

That's where I made my mistake.

He's got dozens of us.

For my wish,
I was gonna ask to be taken

into my father's home.

To be invited for tea.

But I guess this rabbit
is flesh and blood.

And this flesh and blood
is failing me now.

I can feel my liver going,

my lungs filling with fluid.

And I'd like to end this shit

with my head held high,

instead of crawling on my belly,

like a reptile choking
on my own mucus.

Think it'll rain tonight, boys?

I don't know,
but it looks that way.

I always loved the rain.

PETER: Hey.

I'm sorry.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

There's gonna be crowds.

They allow them
when there's two.

The real diehards.

The ones who will walk with you.

The ones that wanna see
the Major do the final kill.

Just keep walkin', okay?

I'm glad it's you two.

Nice walking with you, Stebbins.

An honor.

Good luck.

MAN: Third warning, 38.
Final warning.

Come on.

Do me.

50% chance now, Pete.

STEBBINS: Fucking do me!

(GUNSHOT)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(TRAIN PASSING BY)

(RAIN POURING)

Pete, can I tell you something?

Sure.

When I was a kid, right,

I never really thought
about death.

You know, I don't think
most kids do

until you're confronted by it.

But once I was,
I was scared shitless.

I was so afraid of it.

But there's something
about being with these boys.

I don't know, it reminded me

that the only guarantee
you have as a human being

is that you are going to die.

And if you're lucky,
you get to choose

how to spend those last moments.

And, you're right, Pete,
this moment matters.

Every moment matters.

Especially at the end.

I don't know why that calms me.

But I'm not afraid anymore.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

OFFICER 1: Make way, make way.

OFFICER 2: Back it up, please.
Back it up.

Let's go. All the way
off the street.

- MAN: Second warning, 23.
- RAYMOND: Pete, Pete.

- MAN: Second warning, 47.
- RAYMOND: What are you doing?

You're gonna win this,
compadre.

- No, get up. Get up.
- No. You're gonna do this

- for your mom.
- Come on. Get up.

- MAN: Third warning, 23.
- This is for your mom.

- Get off me, Ray.
- MAN: Third warning, 47.

Come on, Ray.
What the fuck are you doing?

- Ray! Go win it.
- Being a brother to my brother.

Come on.

Just walk with me
a little more, okay?

Okay.

(SIGHS) You convincin'
motherfucker.

(PANTING)

- (GUNSHOTS)
- (CROWD CHEERING)

(RAYMOND GROANING)

Ray! Ray! Hey, what'd you do?

What'd you do?
What'd you do? Hey.

What'd you fucking do?
What'd you do?

What'd you do? Ray, Ray.

I can't. I can't see it,

but you can.

That's why I love you.

- Ray! Ray!
- I love you, Pete.

Ray. Ray! Get the fuck off!

Ray! Ray! No. Ray.

Luck to you, Mr. Garraty.

Ray. Ray.

May God reward your bravery.

- I'm sorry, Mom.
- (GUNSHOT)

No.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(FIRECRACKERS BURSTING)

Ray! (CRYING)

Oh, God. Ray.

- No!
- MAJOR: Ladies and gentlemen,

CROWD:
* For amber waves of grain *

MAJOR: ...our champion...

Peter McVries.

CROWD: * For purple
mountain majesties *

* Above the fruited plain *

(CRYING) Ray...

CROWD: * America *

* America *

* God shed His grace on thee *

Ray. Ray.

MAJOR: Congratulations,
Mr. McVries.

CROWD: * And crown
thy good with brotherhood *

MAJOR: The cash prize is yours.

CROWD: * From sea
to shining sea *

So, tell me, son...

what's your wish?

CROWD: * Oh, beautiful
for pilgrim feet *

* Whose stern
impassioned stress *

MAJOR: The whole nation
is watching, son.

CROWD: * A thoroughfare
of freedom beat *

MAJOR: What's your wish?

CROWD:
* Across the wilderness *

I want...

CROWD: * America, America *

* God mend thine every flaw *

I want a carbine.

CROWD: * Confirm thy soul *

You'll have one.

No.

I want that carbine.

To give to my kids one day.

- SOLDIER 1: Sir?
- Give him his wish.

He won't shoot anyone, boys.
He's won too much.

And remember,

this one wants to make the world
a better place.

Isn't that right, son?

Hold your fire.
I'll fucking shoot.

- MAJOR: Hold your fire, boys.
- I'll fucking shoot.

- SOLDIER 2: Hold the fire!
- SOLDIER 3: Hold your fire!

MAJOR: That's all right, son.

No harm done.

Not yet.

Put the gun down.

The whole world
is waiting for you.

There's more riches
than you could

- possibly imagine.
- (CRYING)

Put the gun down.

The prize is yours
for the takin'.

- (SOBBING)
- MAJOR: Don't throw it away.

This is for Ray.

(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

- (MUSIC STOPS)
- (THUNDER RUMBLING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC FADES OUT)

(TOOK A WALK BY SHABOOZEY
AND STEPHEN WILSON JR.)

* Took a walk *

* And I saw the land *

* Where Adam stepped foot
for the first time *

* And realized he was man *

* Saw the Dogwoods *

* Held some in my hand *

* 'Cause my old man *

* Well, he told me to stop *

* And count 'em
all while I can *

* The key to life
is enjoying the journey *

* When you don't know
the end *

* So let's stay out here *

* For a while, my friend *

* Let's stay
and walk the line *

* Till the end *

* I know you're tired *

* Hell, so am I *

* We can't take
the same road again *

* So let's stay out here *

* For a while *

* I took a look *

* And I saw the light *

* Where Eve stepped foot
for the last time *

* And took the first bite *

* Born in a battlefield *

* We stand tall as giants *

* Fight with the wind, yeah *

* Our story winds up
with footprints behind us *

* So let's stay out here *

* For a while, my friend *

* Let's stay
and walk the line *

* Till the end *

* So let's stay out here *

* For a while, my friend *

* Stay and walk the line *

* Till the end *

* I know you're tired *

* Hell, so am I *

* We can't take
this same road again *

* So let's stay out
here for a while *

* Stay out here *

* So let's stay out here *

* So let's stay out here *

* For a while, my friend *

* Let's stay
and walk the line *

* Till the end *

* I know you're tired *

* Hell, so am I *

* We can't take
the same road again *

* Let's stay out here
for a while *