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Containment breach.

We've had
a major containment breach.

God. Oh, my God.

The security system appears
to be malfunctioning.

Seal the base, Campion.
If the main gate's still open, shut it.

Yes, sir.

We're dying like flies down here.

Use the manual gate override,
Campion.

Do it now. Do it now!

Sally, Baby Lavon.

Campion. This is a code red.

We've lost one of the bugs.
Repeat, we've lost one of the bugs!

You have to close the gate!

Sally! Sally!

- Sally!
- Charlie?

We gotta get out of here.

- What's going on?
- You know what.

Get the baby's stuff. Let's go.

- Oh, my God.
- Come on, let's go.

- I'm coming!
- Let's go, come on.

Let's go.

We'll be okay.

- Give me the baby.
- Here.

All right. I'll get it.

All right, let's go.

Come on, baby.

Charlie.

Slow down, Charlie.

Charlie, slow down.

Charlie, you're gonna get us all killed!

Sorry, baby.

Brought to you right
here on Blackout.

And now here is the host
of Blackout, Tom Leary.

Hey.

All right, coming up next,

we got Kathy Camen Goldmore,
America's new country sweetheart.

Sure wish she was my sweetheart.

Why don't you listen to me,
you old man?

Been listening to you
more than 20 years now, ain't I?

All that wisdom and I ain't rich yet.
Ha-ha-ha!

Yeah. Well, if you learn
some simple economics.

Oh. Old man Vic thinks
"simple economics" is

some new breed of Irishman.

Hey. Ain't you ignorant?

I think licking the glue off the back
of all them food stamps

has finally done something
to your brain.

Well, I gotta feed your
daughter, don't I? Ha-ha-ha.

Hap.

Hap, shut off the pumps.

Hey.

Hey, you all right?

Damn, Stu.

You don't think he did that to his face
falling out of the car, did you?

I doubt it.

Hey.

- Hey. Just take it easy now.
- Jesus...

Calm down.

Hap.

Phone rescue services
in Braintree now. Hurry up.

Go on.

Just take it easy, friend.
It's gonna be all right.

- Just lie still now.
- It's all right.

Ohh....

You'll be all right.

It's gonna be all right.

Ambulance will be here
in 10 minutes.

My wife and my baby are sick.
They need help.

Help my wife and baby.
They're sick, they need help.

They're okay. They're fine.

You just wanna sit right there.

The ambulance is on its way.

We didn't get out in time after all.

Just try to rest yourself, okay?

- Just take it easy now.
- Gate malfunctioned.

Otherwise, we'd have died
in the compound.

Project Blue.

Take him aside, Stu.
He's gonna toss it.

Put your head down.

Come on.

And I told you I ain't got time
to throw a line on that dog tag.

You mind me now.

What's he got? You got any idea?

Maybe it's food poisoning.
You know, he's got California plates.

He may have got some bad chow
at a roadside stand or something.

I hope you're right.

We've seen cholera back in '58
down near Nogales.

This is what it looks like.

Sally and the baby,
they were sick since Salt Lake City.

But I felt fine till this morning...

Boy. Are you sure
Sally and my baby are okay?

Yeah.

There was a man with us
some of the time.

He was a dark man. He--

I was looking through
the rear-view mirror

and I'd see him just sitting there
grinning at me.

I thought I could outrun him. Ha-ha-ha.

You can't outrun the dark man.

Not now. Millie.

Put this on the board.

Come.

- General Starkey, sir.
- Close the door and drop the bull, Len.

Yes, sir.

They killed them in a hurry down there.

Telemetry suggests even the ones that
managed to get their respirators on

died within 12 minutes.

The rest of them were gone in five.
You believe that?

- Do I have a choice?
- No.

Apparently, none of us do.

It's nothing but a souped-up version
of the flu.

Herbert Denninger of the National
Disease Control Center,

the Pentagon's bright boy of the week,
says once we find Campion,

we'll know if it's actually gonna jump
to the outside.

He says it'll probably mutate.

But that's not gonna help
the people that catch it.

General,
I have what might be something--

It'll just take them longer to die,
that's all.

Most people are gonna think
they've got the plain old non-lethal flu

right up to the very end.

And that's the biggest break
we've had so far.

All because a gate malfunctioned

and some glorified TV repairman
got his family and ran for the hills.

I'd like to get that guy,
string him up by--

We found him.
We located Campion.

Crash-landed at a gas station

on the outskirts of a one-stoplight town
in East Texas.

He made it
halfway across the country?

- How'd he do that?
- I don't know.

But the important thing is, right now
we got a shot at containing this.

- Is he dead or alive?
- He's dead.

Oh, God. Denninger says

this stuff has a communicability level
of over 99 percent.

You understand what that means?

Any chance we had of containing it
went by the boards

when Campion bought
his first takeout hamburger.

We can't think that way, Billy.

Yeah, you're right.
Of course you are.

- What about the rest of his family?
- They're dead, sir.

Contact with townspeople
was minimal.

That doesn't matter.

We gotta shut that town down,
lock it up, dig a moat around it.

That operation's already
on the launching pad, sir.

What kind of coverage
you come up with?

Anthrax.

New strain.

Ha-ha. Hey, that's a new one, all right.
It's real new.

It's very good at its job too. Too good.

Well, it's bad, general,
but it could be worse.

Ha. How's that?

What's the name of this town?

Arnette. Arnette, Texas.

All right, men, it's up.
Here you go.

Cold got you down? Chills, fever?

Sounds like you need a buddy.
Flu Buddy.

Fast-acting Flu Buddy.

Available at pharmacies everywhere.
Flu Buddy.

And now, let's get back to
the Lone Star Matinee Movie.

State patrol, Hap.
Looks like your cousin Joe-Bob.

Hey, Joe-Bob.
Want me to fill her up for you?

No, sir. I come by on other business.

Was that old geezer here last night
when that guy took out your pumps?

Vic? He's here
just about every night.

Well, maybe he ought to
hear this too.

Hear what?

There's strangers
crawling all over Braintree.

Supposed to be
U.S. Health Service guys

but they came
in a C-58 transport plane

and they look like
regular Army to me.

And then there's been three more
big transport planes

land over at Starland in Arkansas
since noon.

It was cholera. I knew it was.

Well, I don't know
nothing about that.

I'll tell you one thing, though.

If the feds are thinking
about a quarantine,

then you might have a little bit more
to worry about than cholera.

I just thought you ought to know
what's stirring in the weeds, Hap.

If any of them other old boys
here last night come by,

pass the word along to them.

Just don't mention my name.

You ought to take care of that,
old-timer.

Them summer colds are the worst.

What if it ain't a cold?

What if I got whatever he had,
that guy last night?

Oh, it's probably just the sniffles,
that's all.

Maybe I ought to close up the station
for the rest of the day.

Call the other fellows,
see how they're feeling.

Might not be a bad idea.

Dang.

Uh, this is Unit 16 to base.

I'm seeing a lot of Army traffic

on, uh, State 17,
westbound in the direction of Arnette.

You heard anything about that? Bye.

Please advise if you've been
anywhere near Arnette today, bye.

Uh, negative, base.

I've been over
by the Arkansas state line all day.

Well, that's fine, then.

Suggest you let the Army
mind their business

and you mind yours, Unit 16.

Bye.

Well, you don't have to be
so grouchy about it, Cynthia.

Unit 16 over and out.

All right. Let's move it out.

Get up there, get up.

Come on, boy, force it.

Rebound.

- Take a shot.
- Right here.

- He's outside.
- Shoot it!

- Damn.
- We're sucking, you guys.

Hold it right there, now.

Unload.

Arms in front, we'll pull in from the left.

What do you think you're doing here?

Oh, don't hurt me.

I can't leave my store.

Hey, what right have you
got to push me around?

Stuart Richard Redman, sir.

He was at the station.

People, let's go. Come on, now.

Easy, there, easy.

Sounds like
you're having a busy day.

Dr. Herbert Denninger,
Mr. Redman. Will you come with us?

Hey.

Wanna get your hand off my arm,
hoss?

He had direct contact with Campion.

Put him in the back of the truck.
If he resists--

I ain't gonna resist.

Country don't mean dumb.

I ain't going. I ain't, I ain't.

Get you hands off of her.

Stay where you are,
Mr. Redman. That's not your affair.

Stu! What's happening?

They want us to go--
They wanna take us to Vermont.

Mr. Redman, I insist you get
into the truck right now or...

What?

Or you'll shoot me?

That don't scare me much, hoss.

If we got what that guy Campion had,
we're dead already.

Right?

Well, our flying time today
will be three hours and 40 minutes

and Uncle Sam is buying all the drinks.

What the hell's wrong with us?
Is it cholera?

Absolutely not.
You'll be getting all the details.

When?

Shortly after you land.

I ain't been this scared
since the Mekong Delta in '69.

Well, that ain't true.
I've never been this scared.

It's just the ones that was there
when Campion croaked, ain't it?

Us, our families,
people we've been around since.

Right now, yeah.

What do you mean, right now?

Okay, people, saddle up.
Let's go, let's go.

You're on Uncle Sam's time now.
Move it.

Move them out.

Arnette's been canceled.

You serious?

What do you think?

I don't know.

I think we're in big trouble.

And now, by request from Bay Ridge,

Larry Underwood and
"Baby, Can You Dig Your Man?"

Well, baby, can you?

Ma?

Ma.

Ma.

You look beautiful.

Aren't you glad to see me?

Should I be, Larry?

Well, I can be happy
for the both of us.

If I have to be.

Come on inside, Larry,
before the neighbors get an eyeful.

So you know the record
cracked the top 50?

You heard it, right?

Of course I have. You sound black.

Well, that brown sound
sure do get around.

Right.

So I'm in L.A.

And all of a sudden,
everyone is my friend.

I mean,
everyone's got a can't-miss deal.

So I had to get out of there
for a little while, you know?

Take a little time off.

How's your back, Ma?

Pains me some, but I got my pills.

What kind of trouble
are you in, Larry?

Hm?

Ding.

Well, maybe I overspent my advance
a little.

I didn't know the record company
was gonna be so cheap.

It's no big deal.

Except I, uh...

I borrowed a little money.

Not from any bank
or you wouldn't be here, right?

The leg breakers any different
out there on the West Coast

than they are here?

Do they give you a Perrier and Valium
before they start hurting you?

You're just like your father.

I am not just like Pop.

- You sound pissed off.
- Well, I am pissed off, Ma.

Good.

It's good to know that there's still
a real person in there someplace.

How deep a hole are you in?

And don't lie.

I've seen your car.

About 40,000.

Jesus wept.

But the record's number 21 this week,
Ma, with a bullet. Bam.

The album hasn't hit
the Hot 100 yet, but it will.

Forty thousand's nothing.

Nothing.

And I'm not gonna let them
make me a one-hit wonder either.

Your son's here to stick around.

I'm gonna be famous, Ma.

Even better, I'm gonna be rich.

Rich.

The bed's still in your old room.

I'll make it up.

And I have to go to work.
I'm gonna be late as it is.

All right. Thanks.

Thanks, Mom.

Welcome home, Larry.

Ah. This is interesting.
Now, watch this.

Huh.

It's so damn quick.

Uh, the only two left
from the gas station

are Bruett and Redman, correct?

Yes.
Bruett's critical and sinking fast,

which leaves only Redman,
who's not even sick.

Now, how in God's name
is that possible?

I don't know. We're going to find out.

We have to find out.

And soon.

We will.

In other news,

U.S. government health officials
claim there's nothing strange

in their decision to quarantine
a small East Texas town,

where a new strain
of what's believed to be swine flu

has got half the population in bed

and the other half
down with the sniffles.

At the Vermont
Center for Disease Control...

- Hello, Mr. Goldsmith.
- Hello, Harold.

Is Fran around?

Uh, she's in the kitchen, I think.

- Hi, Fran.
- Hi, Harold.

Thanks, Daddy.

Don't mention it, sweetheart.

- I brought you something.
- Oh, you did?

Ohh.

Oh, is that you?

Of course, Everleaf
is just a small literary magazine.

Small but prestigious.

And they only pay
in contributors' copies.

Look, Daddy,
we know a published writer.

How about that?

Oh. My poem is called
"The Crushed Rose."

- Uh-huh.
- I marked it for you.

I actually sent in three.

But, of course,
their space is very limited.

Well, Harold, I'm gonna read this
just as soon as I get a chance.

Thanks.
In the meantime, congratulations.

Thank you.

I had another reason
for stopping by as well.

Oh?

Yeah.

Uh, I was wondering if you would
care to accompany me

to the Railroad Cinema
this Friday in Boothbay.

- Oh--
- They're having a Bergman festival.

I've always found Cries and Whispers
to be especially moving.

Well, you see,
Amy and I already decided

to go to an R.E.M. concert in Portland.

So... Sorry.

Oh, well. Maybe some other time.

Yeah.

Harold, I'm sure you'll find
somebody to go with.

You know, maybe somebody
even your own age.

I mean, I didn't mean that...

- I really--
- Don't worry about it.

It's okay. I understand, really.

- I hope you enjoy the poem.
- I will.

And the rest of the magazine,
of course.

Why don't you stay
and have iced tea or something?

No, thanks.
I'm actually in sort of a hurry.

Well, I really handled that great,
didn't I?

Considering that Harold Lauder's
had a crush on you

since he was 9 years old,

yeah, I think you did okay.

Oh, let me see that.

"I have stridden the fuming way
Of sun-hammered tracks

And savage hobo jungles"

Stop. Stop.

Frannie, are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm the object of a young poet's
unrequited love.

What else could a girl want?

You and Jess haven't had a fight?

I haven't seen much of him
this summer.

Well, actually, Jess and I have decided
to spend some time apart.

Oh.

It's like that, is it?

Yeah, just like that.

Come here.

Give your old man a hug.

What about you?
How are you doing?

Why, I'm fine. Fine.

I woke up this morning
missing your mother,

so I came out here.

After seven years,

there's a lot of places
in the house where she ain't.

But this ain't one of them.

Sometimes when I'm out here
yanking weeds,

I can almost see her.

I love you, Daddy.

I love you too.

Although I've resigned myself

to losing you
to Harold Lauder someday.

No.

You okay?

And how are you today,
Mr. Redman?

Well, we're just gonna do
a few routine tests.

- If I could have your arm.
- No, I won't be doing any more tests.

Please, just your blood pressure.
Doctor's orders.

No, I wanna talk to a doctor.
I wanna talk to a doctor in person.

Well, I'm sure that you will be
talking to a doctor very soon.

Yeah, I'm sure I will too.
No more tests!

- I'm sick of it.
- Mr. Redman, if--

Hey!

I think you better get in there.
Don't you?

Well, say.

If it isn't the man
with the little clipboard

and the armed escort.

No, no, no, we don't
shake hands here. Just a precaution.

A precaution? Uh-huh.

Patty Greer says you've given her
quite a bit of trouble.

She's quite upset.

Well, that makes two of us.

Being hijacked by some
government sons of bitches

in space suits
does that to me every time.

If you don't wanna see
how quick I can rip a hole in that

before you can get out of here,
you better give me a little information.

You tell me why I'm not sick.

- Mr. Redman, I hardly think--
- Talk to me, damn it!

I'm sorry, but you--

Mr. Redman, be reasonable.

Just get out of here,
you little weasel.

You send me someone
who can give me some answers.

I don't think you quite appreciate
your position, Mr. Redman.

You're wrong about that.

I do.

Go on, get out.

Here he comes.

We're not really gonna
hurt him, are we, Ray?

Quiet down, Rick.

Get him!

What the hell are you waiting for?

Next time I yell, friend,
you're gonna pay attention,

I guarantee it. Unh!

- Hold him, hold him. Hold the sucker.
- Ohh!

Ooh!

Hold him. I'm gonna mess him up.

How come he don't
say nothing, Ray?

By the time I finish with him,

he's gonna sing
"The Battle Hymn of the Republic."

Sucker almost ruined my favorite shirt.

I'm gonna mess him up.

Stop it, Ray. You're killing him.

Ray, car.

- No! Ray!
- Heads up, sucker.

I...

I can hear.

I can talk.

And he walks with me

And he talks with me

And he tells me I am his own

I can hear.

I can talk.

I know, Nick.

Praise God.

How did you know my name?

Come to me in a dream, I reckon.

Is this a dream?

Well, mayhap it is, and mayhap it ain't.
Heh-heh-heh.

Who are you, ma'am?

Abagail Freemantle.

But folks around these parts
just call me Mother Abagail.

I'm 106 years old
and I still make my own bread.

I've been living right here

in Hemingford Home, Nebraska
all my life.

You come see me, Nick.

You and all your friends.

You got to hurry, though.

There's a storm coming.

His storm.

Some people have even taken

to wearing protection on the streets.

Why are you wearing this mask, sir?

I don't know. Just to feel safer.

Okay. Thank you.

Katie, the folks at the Atlanta
Disease Control Center told me

that these masks wouldn't stop
a flu germ with a hangover.

Gin.

I guess we can thank
our lucky stars

that this outbreak of superflu
is just another of those...

I don't know about all
those people down in Texas,

but you sure sound like you got
a dose of the flu, Johnny.

- You better let me take a listen.
- Forget that.

Oh, come on.

You know how hot it makes me
when you take your shirt off.

Shoot.

When I was a boy,

we caught ourselves a mountain lion
back up in the hills.

We shot it
and dragged it back to town.

What was left of that critter
when we got home

was the sorriest-looking sight
I've ever seen.

You're the second sorriest, boy.

I'm gonna get somebody
to take his shirt off

before I go home tonight.

It's okay, son. I'm a doctor.

I'm also the guy
that damn near ran you over.

You got a name, Babalugah?

What the hell?

It means that he's deaf and dumb.

Yeah? That hurt?

Okay.

If you're deaf and dumb,

how the hell am I gonna find out
what happened to you tonight?

Can you read lips, Babalugah?

Well, thank God for small favors.

Now you tell me this:

Would you know the three boys that
jobbed you if you seen them again?

What?

One of them had a ring like that?

- Uh-oh.
- Oh, man.

That's a fraternity ring, my silent friend.

And the only two people around here
who have them

are our esteemed sheriff
and Ray Booth, our town bad boy.

The sheriff here
married Ray's baby sister.

Janey's gonna just love this.

Welcome to Shoyo, Mr. Andros.

It's a veritable hotbed
of Southern hospitality.

Get away from me.

I don't know how many different ways
I can say this.

This so-called superflu does not exist.

Then what is it?
Why is everybody talking about it?

I don't know why
everybody's talking about it.

I don't know where
the rumors are coming from.

It must be a figment
of the press' imagination.

I don't know why I'm up here
answering these questions.

I don't have the answers.
Because there's no such thing--

Good afternoon, Mr. Redman.
My name is Dietz.

I'd like you to meet a friend of mine.

Meet Geraldo.

- Geraldo, huh?
- Mm-hm.

Now, the virus
your fellow townspeople contracted

passes easily from human
to guinea pig

and vice versa, presumably.

But Geraldo has been breathing
your air via convector

for the last three days.

And Geraldo is fine and frisky,

as you see.

I'd call that rather comforting,
wouldn't you?

I see you're not taking any chances.

That's not in my contract.

However, it does appear

that there is absolutely nothing wrong
with you, Mr. Redman.

Or may I call you Stu?

Just don't call me Geraldo.

I like that.

Now look here, Stu,

let's try to get through this
as painlessly as possible.

What do you say?

Okay.

Here's number one.

The testing schedule
we began earlier this week

is going to resume,
with your cooperation or without it.

We got a hell of a mess
on our hands here

thanks to that imbecile, Campion.

So I don't want you
to get the idea you're a volunteer.

You've been drafted.

What about the folks I came in with?

From Arnette? All dead.

Which is why we can't afford--

What did you do?
What did you people do?

Stu, please...

No! Stand clear!

All right, now you listen up.

I'm not responsible for you being here

or for the dead people
in your home town.

Neither is Denninger or the nurses

who come in
to take your blood pressure.

- Then who is?
- No one, everyone, God.

Who knows?

All you have to do is resign yourself
to a few more pokes and pricks.

Well, what if I--?

- Evacuate!
- Dietz, calm down.

I was just faking.

Why?

Why would you do a thing like that?

You talk about this thing in here
like you were outside of it.

I just wanted you to get a little taste
of what it's like on the inside.

How did you like it?

You stupid son of a bitch.

Get the hell out of here.

Don't forget your damn guinea pig.

Reports of
the supposedly lethal flu epidemic

continue to spread.

Many downtown shopping areas
in Southern Florida

are virtually empty this morning
and the flu rumor

actually seems to be
gaining credence

despite statements from health
officials in Atlanta and Vermont.

In Vermont,
Dr. Herbert Denninger said, quote,

"Let me put it in five simple words.
Captain Trips does not exist."

How's the sexiest bartender in L.A.?

Larry, is that you?

- Yeah, Arlene, listen--
- You better get this first.

Wayne Stukey called.

He said your album's going up
nine spots this week.

Your single's number three
on the Billboard Chart

and you're number one on VH1!

Sounds to me like you might just be
king of the world.

What's it sound like to you?

Victory! Ha-ha!

- Arlene, I love you.
- Oh, don't I wish!

Listen, I'm gonna try
and get the afternoon flight back.

So you put on your sexiest number
and I'm gonna take you out to dinner.

Then I'll take you out dancing.
Then maybe I'll just take you.

You might want to consider
delaying your trip back a few days.

- Why, what's the problem?
- Things are weird.

People are really scared
about this Captain Trips thing.

Yeah, the radio here says it's just bull.

Well, the radio out here says the
hospitals are filling up with sick people

and some of them are dying.

- What, people are dying of the flu?
- There's a lot of soldiers around.

Suddenly, L.A.'s
a really creepy place to be, Larry.

Maybe I'll stick around New York
a couple of days then.

Yeah. Well, just don't forget what
you promised when you get back.

Dinner, dancing
and all the paparazzi I can smile at.

Yeah, yeah, you got it.

- Bye!
- Bye.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, man.

The Rat Man forgive you, this time.

Bring out your dead!

Bring out your dead!

Bring out your dead!
Bring out your dead!

Bring out your--!
He's coming for you, Larry!

The man with no face.

Bring out your dead!

Bring out your dead!

Turn that up!

- Give me that!
- It's a dead soldier.

Dead company. Ha-ha-ha!

Whoa! Whoa!

- All-star bowling!
- Come on, Poke.

- Well, you know what time it is?
- What time is it?

- Time to make a cash withdrawal!
- I heard that.

And if anybody,

I mean anybody, says anything
or does anything to stop us...

- We gonna Pokerize them.
- That's right, damn straight!

Look around.

Look around.

If we're gonna do this, do it fast.

I know what you mean, jellybean.

All right!

Hold still and won't nobody get hurt!

Heh-heh-heh. That's all, folks.

Look out, Poke!

Did you see it, Lloyd?
That old bugger tried to shoot me.

Lloyd!

Hold it, hold it!

Hold it. Hands up.

Deputy Sheriff Owen
Kingsolving, officers, coming out.

Who's he? What's he doing there?

You got this coming out the door.

That's enough!

- That's enough, Owen!
- Bullcrap!

Pop Jones,

Betty Diamond, both dead.

It ain't never gonna be enough.

No, we will not do that.

We have a rather large
problem in Wyoming, sir.

What large problem is that, Len?

News team got out of Pine Bluff

with some
potentially damaging videotape, sir.

Flu victims? Body dumps?

A little of both.

- And our ops, I'm told.
- Oh, well, we can't have that.

No, sir. I know.

Showing footage like that
would not be in the national interest.

Absolutely not, sir.

Well, do we know
where these news people,

these rabble-rousers are now?

Yes, sir. We do.

Get that videotape, Len.

Any means necessary.
Make it a priority.

Yes, sir.

Any means necessary.

- Everybody, out of the van.
- Mike, are you getting all this?

I don't like how this looks. Be careful.

Come on! Out right now, let's go!

You're gonna have to surrender

the video camera
that gentleman's holding

and any videotape
you have already shot.

Can you tell us why, major?

You don't seem to understand
the situation here, ma'am.

Martial law has been declared.

We don't have to put up with you
and your pinko friends anymore.

Mike, are you getting all this?

- Get him, get him!
- Now, can we have a comment...?

Get the camera, get the driver!

Mike, no!

- Put her in the car, in the car!
- No!

- Cut the power.
- I said--

Come.

Thank you.

Looks like our problem in Wyoming
has been solved.

That doesn't change the basic fact
that our goose is pretty well cooked.

Things fall apart

The center does not hold

A man named Yeats said that.

I didn't understand
that poem in college, Len.

But I must be getting smarter
in my old age

because I understand it now.

And one other line from that poem:

What rough beast,
Its hour come around at last,

Slouches toward Bethlehem
To be born?

I think that beast
might be on his way, Len.

What do you think?

Is that Hungarian goulash?

It might be, sir.

Yeats was right. Things fall apart.

Hey! Who died and made you God?

You don't think we're gonna eat that,
do you, dummy?

You could have poisoned it.

You blue-eyed pretty boy. I'm gonna
mess up your hair, pretty boy!

I'm gonna ride you like a lame bronc.

You're mine, sucker!

Sorry, guy, I can't. I'm sick.

We're not gonna eat it, dummy.

None of us! We're on a hunger strike.

I'm awful hungry, Ray.

You son of a...

Hey, dummy! Wanna drink?

Hunger strike! I am on a hunger strike
until you let me out of here!

Now, you come on over here,
because I'm not done with you yet.

Has there been much
of that foolishness?

Sorry, John and his wife are dead.

A lot of people in Shoyo are dead.
And a lot more are gonna die.

In fact, you and I

may be the last two healthy people
in western Arkansas.

- What's he talking about, Ray?
- Shut up!

Our government
is still denying everything.

But the radio says
the hospitals are filling up

and the Army's burning bodies
in waste treatment facilities. Ha-ha.

It's the ultimate recycling program.

Doc.

Hey, doc, you gotta let me out of here!
They're both sick.

Keeping me in here with them
is cruel and unusual punishment.

I got a little cabin up in the hills.
And I'm gonna try to wait this out.

And so I was--

All right.
My responsibility as a doctor.

Hey, don't make me laugh.

I took an oath to treat my patients,
not die with them.

You could come with me
if you want, Nick.

Joe got sick
and made you responsible for them?

Yeah.

But that doesn't mean that you
can't let them out now that he's gone.

Hey, Ray, if he lets you out,
are you gonna mess with him?

No. I swear.

Me neither!

They'll leave you alone.

I got something for you, mutie.

Been saving it up, you might say.

Oohh....

Things have changed, Ray.
You might do well to remember that.

You might see me again, mutie.

So, what do you say?
Wanna come up country with me?

God, you're nuts.

He's as good as dead.

Water, please. Thirsty.

Although city and
government spokespersons

vehemently deny it, reliable sources
continue to report to News Radio

that troops opened fire earlier today
on unarmed pedestrians

attempting to flee New York
by way of the Lincoln Tunnel.

As many as 60 persons
may have been killed

with hundreds wounded.

Although travel to some
of the outer boroughs is still possible,

News Radio advises you
to stay off the streets.

Mom?

I'm so hot.

You're gonna be fine, Mom.
Let's just put you to bed.

Larry, go find your father.
He's in the bar.

He's in the bar
with that photographer.

Okay, Ma.

Take a little sip of this.

Come on. Pick your head up.

Just take a little bit,
you swallow it down.

Okay, there you go. There you go.

Larry, watch out for him. The dark man

coming for you.

What did you say, Ma?

Ma.

God--!
How can a hospital phone be busy?

Larry!

Ma, just get back here. Sit back.

Okay. Sit back.

You're gonna be fine, Ma.
Everything's gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be fine.

Bring out your dead!

Bring out your dead!

He's coming! Bring out your dead!

Oh!

Oh, God. No!

You're right, Billy.

The center doesn't hold.

Sure doesn't.

How's it going, mutie?

What's shaking?

You're gonna be in hell for 30 seconds
before you even know you're dead.

None of this happened
till you came along.

I'm gonna kill you, mutie!

You...

Bring out your dead!

The monster's coming!
He's coming!

Bring out your dead!
Bring out your dead!

The monster's coming!
Bring out your dead!

The monster...

Here you go, Dad.

Here's some toast
and some Jewish penicillin for you.

Chicken soup,
to the great unwashed.

Oh, that looks good, darling.

How you feeling?

Better. Quite a bit.

I think I might be beating it.

Well, that's good, because
I still can't reach Dr. Albertson.

And the Rent-A-Doc in Wells
is still not picking up the phone.

I just keep getting a recording.

You know, this flu is everywhere.
It's really scary.

- Oh, you look okay.
- Well, I feel okay.

- Great in fact.
- Yeah?

Well, hey, turn on the radio, will you?

- It's time for Rae Flowers.
- Oh, not that sarcastic little woman.

Well, I like her.

Okay.

Hello, there. This is
Rae Flowers on Speak Your Piece.

And I guess this morning
there's only one topic of conversation.

You can call it the superflu

or by its West Coast name,
Captain Trips,

but it means the same thing
either way.

There've been some horror stories

about the Army
clamping down on everything.

- The Army?
- Just be patient with me.

Remember I'm running this show
all by myself.

Everyone else called in sick.

The numbers are the same though,
555-TALK and 555-CHAT.

So let's go.

Hello, there. This is Rae Flowers
and it's time to speak your piece.

I'm calling from Portsmouth, Rae.

What's your name, Portsmouth?

Leonora...

Listen, Rae,
I just want everyone to know

that there are soldiers burning bodies
across the state line, in Kittery.

Also, my little girl died this morning.

I guess she's with Jesus now.

I'm sorry as hell, Leonora.

Rae, I think the soldiers did it.

I think they made a bug
that's, like, killing people.

That wouldn't be very American,
now, would it?

No. I guess not.

Of course, it's never stopped
the real patriots among us, has it?

- You try to hang in there, Leonora.
- I'm trying, Rae.

But have you ever smelled
bodies on fire?

- I can't say that I have.
- It's awful, Rae, it's just...

You just try to hang in there, hon.

This is Rae Flowers. You're on the air.
And it's time to speak your piece.

Rae, first of all

I just wanna tell you
that I love your show, Rae.

You say you saw these GIs
gunning down unarmed civilians?

Open in the name
of the United States government!

Tell you what, Portland,

the Marines have landed,
and they don't look happy.

This is a joke, right?
I mean, this has gotta be a joke.

I don't think so, Frannie.
I really don't think so.

Hi, there. You're on the air.

Rae, are you all right?

To tell you the truth,
doesn't look good for the kid right now.

Several soldiers
have just broken into the studio.

They're fully armed and dressed
in some kind of protective clothing.

They're wearing respirators
on their faces.

- Shut it down!
- Hey, Bluto!

You ever heard of a number
called freedom of speech?

Bill of Rights? Any of that ring a bell?

Folks, I've just been ordered by my
uninvited fascist guests to shut down.

- And I've refused, I think--
- All right, that's enough.

Oh, my God! What's happening?

Daddy, what's happening?

I don't know, honey.

I don't know.

He's closer now! The hardcase!

The dark man! He's coming!

He's closer now! The dark man!

Rub-a-dub-dub...

...thanks for the grub.

He's here! He's here!

The monster's here!
The dark man's here!

Hello there, East Texas.

- What kept you?
- I was lost in the corn.

Then I heard the guitar.

It sounds so sweet.

I ain't been able to make
a decent F chord in 20 years.

But thank you kindly.

Who are you?

Where is this?

I'm Abagail Freemantle.
And this is Hemingford Home.

Stuart, those folks who got you
won't leave you to live much longer.

You know that, don't you?

I reckon maybe I do.

The beast is loose
in the streets of Bethlehem.

The rats are in the corn.

I don't follow you, ma'am.

Ma'am?

Ma'am? Ma'am? Where are you?

Folks around these parts

just call me Mother Abagail,
East Texas.

Mother Abagail?

Well, how we feeling, Stu?

- Fine.
- Fine.

Always fine.

Now, just think.

All the tests we ran on you

and we never found
a single immunity factor, not one.

Now, I'm curious.
How would you explain it, Stu?

Have you been touched by God?

Hmm?

What you got behind your back?

Ah-ah!

I see.

- Do you?
- I think I do, yeah.

I wonder.

- Where's your buddy, Denninger?
- Huh?

He's dead.

They're all dead.

Everyone except for me and thee.

And you're here
to take care of me, is that it?

Hole in one.

Why?

Why?

Because I've decided
a piece of chicken-fried crap like you

doesn't deserve to live.

Not with so many good men dying.

- Those good men caused this mess.
- Ohh...

Come down
and eat chicken with me, beautiful.

It's so dark!

You come and see me, Stu.

You and all your friends.

We got to get started. Time's short.

Abagail Freemantle.

Hemingford Home.

You come see me.

You and all your friends.