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Amazing grace

How sweet the sound

That saved

A wretch like me

I once was lost

But now I'm found

Was blind

But now I see

I love you, Daddy.

Frannie loves you.

Fran?

Mr. Goldsmith? Hello?

I'm here, Harold.

Come in.

Here.

Careful.

It's my father.

I'm gonna bury him in his garden.

That's his favorite place.
I think he'll be able to rest there.

I really do.

But I'm so hot and tired.

Could you please help me?

Of course.

Here you go.
It's a little warm but it's not too bad.

That's okay. I like warm lemonade.

Harold, it's so strange.

It doesn't even seem like
the place I grew up in.

It seems like a different planet.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

I've always hated it here.

All I ever wanted was to escape.

All those guys who used
to give me wedgies in gym class,

all the girls who used to laugh
at the way I walked,

they're all gone.

And I want them back.

Nuts.

For two people

from the same town,
two people who know each other,

to both be immune

to something this big,

it's like winning
the Megabucks lottery.

It has to mean something.

Well, there's gotta be other people.

And we just gotta figure out
how to find them, don't you think?

We have to go to Stovington.

Where?

Stovington, Vermont.

There's a government
communicable disease center there.

If anyone's still alive
and trying to find a cure for the flu,

that's where they'd be.

Immune cases as well.

Harold, you're a genius.

That's a great idea.

Of course,
Stovington might be deserted too.

Roads are jammed.

Can you ride a motorcycle?

Yeah. Jess taught me.

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, that's your boyfriend.

Well, not anymore.

Do you think that maybe...?

You know, maybe I could be--

Harold,
we're always gonna be friends.

- Oh, I forgot.
- What?

It's a surprise. Wait right here.

I found it in the garage
when I was looking for the canvas.

It runs on batteries.
I thought maybe it would cheer me up.

Cheer us both up.

Okay, what do you wanna hear?

Crowded House.

Hello!

Is anybody here?

Is anybody here?

Giddyup, boy.

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Is anybody anywhere?

Over here.

Where?

Keep shouting.

I don't believe I need to.

You're not gonna shoot me, are you?

- Are you dangerous?
- I don't know.

No. No, I'm not dangerous.

Oh, man.

I can smell your perfume.

I'm glad to see you too.

Except for the birds, we may be the
only living creatures in this entire city.

Don't you believe it.

Because there are a lot
of dangerous people out there.

Some of them
are every bit as healthy as we are.

So my gun
might not be such a bad idea?

No.

No.

You know something?

I've seen this guy before.

In Times Square,
just before everything went to hell.

Screaming about monsters.

Now, he said they were coming.

He was right.

How rare did you want it?

Just run it through a warm room.

You know,
I was hoping you'd say that.

Ohh. Wow, ta-da.

Thank you. Thank you.

- Mmm.
- It's barely breathing.

Oh, I think I lost my appetite.

We gotta get out of here.

I beg your pardon?

I mean, we gotta get out of the city.

I mean, it's not just the odds
of getting shot.

Do you have any idea what it's
gonna smell like in two weeks?

Five million people
rotting in the July sun.

Okay. I need a...

What is that?

Vitamin C.

Yeah, I'm sorry.
It's none of my business.

Apology accepted.

Mostly because I think you're right.
The Big Apple is baked.

Do you really want me to go with you,
Larry?

Well, yeah. You betcha.

Good.

When?

Well...

...I'd say the sooner, the better.

Where?

We go west.

Towards Nebraska.

There's a town
called Hemingford Home.

Nebraska? Why Nebraska?

I've been having
these dreams about it.

An old black woman,
calls herself Mother Abagail.

Town's real enough.
I checked the road atlas.

You mean you're having visions
of an old black woman?

Yeah.

You haven't had dreams like that?

No, I don't dream. I never dream.

Wait. Nadine.

We should...

We should get out of this graveyard.

How I love to love Nadine.

Hey!

Hey, can anybody hear me?

Hey, let me out.

Let me out of here.

You have to.

I'm gonna starve if you don't.

I'm gonna starve to death.

Starve.

Just in case.

Just in case.

Emergency supplies.

Hey! Hey!

Anybody!

Can you dig your man?

He's a righteous man
He's a righteous man

Baby, can you dig your man?

He's a righteous man
He's a righteous man

Baby, can you dig your man?

Bombs away!

And I didn't come here

Bumpty-bumpty-bump

And I didn't come here
Thumpty-thumpty-thump

And I didn't come here
Thumpty-thumpty-thump

Hey, Trash.

What did old lady Semple say when
you torched her pension check?

Who's there?

People who play with
fire wet the bed, Trash.

Gonna stick you in the nuthatch
up in Terre Haute, Trash.

Stick you in the nuthatch

and give you a few thousand
shock treatments.

Shut up!

Aah! Keep him away from me.

Hey, Trash,
why did you burn up the school?

No one's there, Trash.

They're all dead.
They can't hurt you anymore.

Can't hurt me.

Can't tease you anymore.

Can't tease me. Not anymore.

Bumpty-bump.

My life for you.

There. Bumpty-bump.

Go, Trashy. Run, now.

My life for you!

Bumpty-bump!

Trashcan Man.

Trashcan Man.

What? Where are you?

Everywhere.

I will place you high in my councils,
Trash.

And I will set you to burn.

My life for you.

My life for you.

All right, Lord. Whoo.

Those prunes did the trick.

But my, don't they taste nasty.

Once in every generation,

the plague shall fall among men.

That's what it says in the Book.

Seems like you maybe went
a little too far this time, though.

Rats in the corn, Lord.

And the rats are his, ain't they?

Welladay.

I feel them
coming in my direction.

Some of them will be going on to him,
won't they?

I hear you, Lord,
and I'm in the way of doing your will,

but I don't much like it.

A hundred six years old
seems a might long in the tooth

to be leading the children of Israel
out of Egypt.

Or the children of America
into Colorado.

Doctor said cut out the coffee.

But I just have only one cup a day.

He had two cups a day.

Besides, he's dead and I'm alive.

Oh, I'll do what you say, Lord.

Don't I always?

But even your own son prayed
that the cup be taken from his lips.

And I'm praying the same thing.

Probably get
about the same answer too.

What a friend we have in Jesus

I got the Lord to protect me.

I'm ain't scared of the likes of you.

I think you lie, old woman.

Get thee hence, low spirit.

Turn them away if they come, Mother.

Take my advice. Turn them away.

What a friend we have in Jesus

All our sins and griefs to bear

Your blood is in my fists, Mother.

What a privilege to carry

Everything to God in prayer

Dear Lord,
take this evil vision from my sight.

If it's your will
to bring them on, God,

better do it before I lose my guts.

Amen.

Yoo-hoo.

Anybody home?

Help me!

I'm down here.

Please. Please, help me.

You sound pretty hungry, rabbit.

Could you let me out of here, mister?
I'll do anything you want.

You poor guy.

You look like ca-ca.

Tell me something, Lloyd.

How do you know my name?

Lucky guess.

How'd you stay alive so long?

I saw it coming down
and I saved up some food, that's how.

Br'er Rat. How'd he taste?

Poke should be here, not me.
Everything was Poke's idea.

And you got stuck
with nothing to eat but rat tartare.

Bad luck.
Worst damn luck I ever heard of.

But it could just be that your luck's
on the change, Lloyd.

Look here.

My God.

Wait a minute, son. Wait a minute.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

Not bad, huh?

Oh.

I never even introduced myself, did I?

Pleased to meet you, Lloyd.
Hope you guessed my name.

- Huh?
- Oh.

Nothing.
Just a little classical reference.

Actually, my name's Flagg.
Randall Flagg.

And before I open up this cell door
and take you out

for a couple of cheeseburgers
and fries,

I think we ought to have ourselves
a little understanding.

I'm gonna make you my foreman,
Lloyd.

I'm gonna slip the keys to the kingdom
into your hand.

I pick you.

Do you understand that?

I pick you.

Anyone ever done that for you
in your whole miserable life?

No.

Not even Poke. We just,
you know, sort of fell together.

And then, I just...

After that, I just kind of, you know,
got left here.

Kind of got left here.

Yeah.

Well, that's one way of putting it,
I suppose.

Would you like to get back
at the kind of people

who'd leave a man to die
in a jail cell like a-- Well, like him?

Yeah. Yeah, you bet I would.

Of course you would.

But I got a feeling
you're somebody special, Lloyd.

A real find.

Not exactly a quiz kid,
but you are the first.

I'm even gonna put you ahead
of Trashcan Man.

Who?

Never mind.

All I need is your word
that we're gonna stick together.

No backstabbing,
no falling asleep on the watch.

Just you and me, Lloyd.
Win or lose, stand or fall.

You give me your promise,

I give you the key.

I promise.

You're free, Lloyd. Come on out.

Is that mine?

Mine?

Shall we bite some chow now?

Bite some chow? Yes, you bet.

There's a lot to do.
And we have to work fast.

- But we can do it, can't we, Lloyd?
- Yes, you bet.

You and me, soldier. You and me.

Larry, I can't do it.

I can't do it.

Sure you can. I'll be with you.

No, no, no, you don't understand.
I can't do it.

Dark, confined places.
I can't do it, I'll go crazy.

That's great.

I'm sorry.

That's just great, Nadine.

Why you didn't tell me this
before we got 60 or so blocks

from the George Washington Bridge
is beyond me, but--

Because I thought I could do it.

Why me, huh? Why me?

And you've had plenty of those,
thank you very much.

- Give that back.
- No, ma'am.

I'm not gonna stand here
in the middle of 5 million dead people

and watch you commit suicide.

No!

Damn you.

Okay. Where are you going?

Going to the George Washington
Bridge by myself.

I don't need this prima donna
act, missy.

I really don't.

You have fun
getting raped and murdered

back on 7th Avenue, sweetheart.

Terrific.

Nadine. Come on back.

This is crazy.

I'm sorry, okay?

If it has to be the bridge, that's fine.

Just don't do it alone.

Yeah.

The hell with you.

I'm going in now.

Come on, don't look at them, stupid.

Larry?

Who's there?

Identify yourself.

Come on, identify yourself.

You better start talking
before I start shooting here.

Come on! Come on.

Come on.

Larry. Please stop shooting.

Nadine?

You stay where you are,
do you hear me?

Larry, Larry, Larry.

- Larry
- Are you hurt? Did I shoot you?

No, but I felt the wind.

I-- One came so close,
I felt the wind of it.

And the chips, tile chips,
they got on my face.

I think I cut my face.

Oh, God. I'm so sorry.

- It's okay.
- I'm sorry.

- It's okay.
- I'm sorry.

- It's okay.
- You okay?

Oh, Nadine.

Are you still mad at me
about the pills?

No, no, no.

- Because I won't take the pills, Larry.
- It's okay.

It's okay, Nadine. It's okay.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Oh, dear God.

I tell you,
Jersey never smelled so good.

Baby, can you dig your man?

He's got a righteous gland

Baby, can you dig your man?

I don't think you're
singing that just right.

Take it easy.

It's okay. I'm a friend.

Well, I certainly hope so. Uh...

Oh. Well, just think of it
as home defense while on the road.

All right.

All right, I certainly will.

Glen Bateman at your service.

Stu Redman,
originally from East Texas.

Well.

Kojak, say hello to Stu Redman.

Such a miserable dog. Ha-ha-ha.

Well, don't be too hard on him. Hey.

He's the first dog I've seen in...

Well, since the third week of June.

Yeah. The superflu
took most of the dogs.

Right along with their idiot masters.
Most unfair.

Say, uh...

Might not be a bad idea
to paint with your glasses on.

Not when you paint like I do.

Mm. I... I can't do this.

- Sorry, I'm just...
- Sure, you can.

- You know, I just...
- You can.

Sure, you can. You can do anything.

You can do anything.

No. No, I can't.

I want you.

I know, but--

Do you want me?

I know you do.

So, what's the problem?

I just...

...need more time.

It's the dreams, huh?

No. I told you, I don't dream.

Come on, Nadine.

Come on.

I have the same dreams.

Well, I don't know anything about that.

I just...

I just, um...

I just need more time.

Yeah, sure.

Time I got.

Thank you.

What a friend we have in Jesus

All our sins and griefs to bear

Folks around these parts
just call me Mother Abagail.

You'll be coming along to see me,
won't you, Larry?

Yeah.

Hemingford Home.

Or Boulder.

One place or the other.

So cold.

No. He's warm, not you.

But I'm the one you belong to, Nadine.

You are the promised one.

Why me? Who promised?

Shh.

It doesn't matter.

Nadine. My love.

As long as you hide your mind
from the old woman, you'll be fine.

But when you come to me, we'll be

- married.
- Married.

But I want you to leave
the one you're traveling with.

Tonight.

I can handle Larry. He's just a boy.

Leave him.

Leave him.

- Oh, God.
- You hear me?

- Oh, no!
- Leave him.

Nadine?

Larry, by the time you
read this, I'll be gone.

If I stay, we'll end up
sleeping together

and I can't have that.

I have my reasons.
Thanks for being there.

I'll see you again.
Much love, Nadine.

You were right about the dreams.

Hey, mister, watch out!

Holy gee, mister.

Oh, but you took a tumble,
didn't you just?

My laws.

I'm sorry if I scared you, mister,
but you scared me too.

You're the first person I've seen
in just about forever.

I made that, mister. You like it?

You bet!

I got them dummies
from the window of Lannens

on highway to Okie City.

Thought a few decorations
would cheer up Main Street.

It's been awful sad
with everyone gone.

Do you like them?

Thanks!

Decoration is my hobby.

M-O-O-N. That spells hobby.

Do you want to go on up the street
to the drugstore and get a Band-Aid?

We can just take it if we want.

Everyone's gone.
So it's not like stealing.

Sure don't talk much, do you?

I'm sorry, mister. I can't read.

Just a few little words is all.

I went to school.

I made it to the third grade,
but then I kind of pooped out.

Oh, I could read
some Curious George when I left,

but since then I kind of forgot.

I'm sorry, mister. I don't get you.

My daddy always said
I was a little slow on the upchuck.

That's a joke.

Oh, my daddy
was always joking around.

I got it, mister! I got it!

You're just like
old Albain Packlot's hired man.

Tom Cullen knows what that is.

M-O-O-O-N,
that spells deaf and dumb!

When are they all coming back,
mister?

Oh, I know where they went.
Laws, yes.

They up and went to Kansas City.

Everybody's, they're always
talking about what a dull town this is

since the roller rink went bust.

And there's just the drive-in theater
out on Route 61

and all they show
is them dilly-dally pictures

and they're all rated X.

M-O-O-N, that spells X.

So they all went
to Kansas City and...

Except my mama.
She caught a cold and died.

I put her in the cemetery my own self.

So she didn't go to Kansas City
with the rest of them.

She's up in heaven.

She's eating the bread of life
with Jesus.

Mister, if you're going to Kansas City,
can I go with you?

I ain't never been.
I don't wanna stay here anymore.

It's lonely and it's scary at night.

Drive a car?

Tom Cullen? Laws, no!

I guess you can't drive
a car either, huh?

I got just the thing for you, ma'am.

Hey, mister! Nice bike.

Who's it for?

You want me to go with you?
To Kansas City?

To see the old black lady?

That's right.
She lives in a little house in the corn.

She plays her guitar on the porch.

I don't mind going to see her,

but we won't go see the other one,
will we?

The one who turns into a crow
and flies away?

Oh, he wears boots and jeans
and a jacket with special buttons on it.

Face buttons.

He looks like a man,
but I don't think he's really a man.

We won't go near him,
will we, mister?

Well, okay then!

All right, I'm ready! Laws, yes!

M-O-O-N, that spells ready.

Whoo-hoo!

M-O-O-N, that spells Nebraska.

Time to get going, Stuart.
You come see me.

Who are you?

- Who are you, really?
- Your last hope.

If you miss me in Hemingford Home,
we'll be moving on to Colorado.

I think you know where.

Boulder, but...

The rats are his.

Stay away from her, East Texas.

Stay away or you'll all die!

- The plague!
- Aah!

You come on along and see me.

You and all your friends.

The damn dreams are
gonna drive me crazy

if I don't do something.

So I'm gonna go to Nebraska.
I gotta find out what this means.

- You wanna come with me?
- Why not?

Always assuming we can find
a motorcycle with a sidecar.

I'm not leaving Kojak.

Well, you don't sound
very enthusiastic.

Well, when I lose sleep, I get cranky.

Bad dreams?

The name of the guy in the desert
is Flagg.

And I think he's crucifying anyone
who gets in his way.

Let's say we go out there to Nebraska
and the old woman is there.

"Folks around these parts
call me Mother Abagail.

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

Yeah, that's her.

Let's say she's real. Then what?

Well, it's obvious
she's some sort of magnet.

So I suppose we start building
the whole sorry mess up again.

- Using her as magnetic north.
- Shh.

You hear that?

- Hi.
- Hi.

How you doing?

I'm Stu Redman.
This here's Glen Bateman.

Hi.

And that furry one over there,
that's Kojak.

Fran Goldsmith.

- We're glad to meet you.
- And we're glad to see you.

- Aren't we, Harold?
- Well, I don't know.

I mean, do we assume
that they're all right

just because they remember
how to shake hands?

No harm intended here, mister...?

- Lauder, Harold Lauder.
- Lauder.

Oh, Harold, I don't think I'm ever
gonna get these calluses off my fanny.

Where are you folks headed?

- To Stovington.
- Nebraska.

Vermont.

What?

What's wrong?

Going to Stovington
would be a waste of your time.

I hardly think
you're the best judge of that.

He was there.

And he knows. They tried to kill him.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Look, uh...

Glen and I were about ready
to head to Nebraska.

We've been having the same dream.

The dreams are an aberration.

Well, maybe.

But, uh, we're all headed
in the same direction.

- Why don't we go together?
- Okay.

- No.
- Harold.

I don't like the looks of them.

This one in particular.

Come here.
Can I talk to you for a second?

Come on, come on.

Okay, I'm gonna talk straight
to you now.

Okay? Between you and me?

I do not want to cut in on you here.

I mean, that's the last thing
in the world that I want.

Relax. The last thing in the world.

Here you go.

- Okay?
- No, thanks.

You sure?

Okay.

Glen.

Not bad. Cold.

Enjoy it.

I have a feeling there's gonna be
a shortage of cold beer this summer.

I still wanna check Stovington.

Oh, Harold, why?

Let's just say I'm from Missouri.

And I don't always take the word
of people I just met as gospel.

All right.

But there isn't anything there
you're gonna want to see.

Still from Missouri?

You was right.

I never should have eaten
all them apples. Laws, no.

Where are you going?

Don't worry. I ain't going nowhere.

My legs feel all funny.

My God.

Are you real?

Yow!

If you're real, say something.

Are you a deaf-mute?

Somebody finally shows up
in this crappy town

and it turns out to be a deaf-mute.

Well, hi. My name's Julie Lawry.

Oh, can't tell me yours, can you?

Poor you.

Does baby have a sad tummy?

Ain't he a moose?

"I'm Nick Andros.
My friend's Tom Cullen.

He's mildly retarded. We're go..."

Oh, a retard and a deaf-mute.
Just my luck.

What?

What?

Get over here.

Do all deaf-mutes
have such big guns?

They do?

Peekaboo.

What? What?

No.

Hold me. You gotta hold me.

I've been lonely.

No, no, no, what's that?

No. He's just a retard.

He doesn't feel things
the way that you and I do.

He can wait.

He can wait.

He can wait, he can wait,
he can wait.

No, no. What?

Get out.

Stupid dummy.

It was those apples. Laws, yes.

Oh, I don't want it. No, sir.

I-- Say, who's that?

How you doing, cutie-pie?

I heard you weren't feeling too good.

Your name's Tom, right?

Tom Cullen.

- M-O-O-N, that spells Tom Cullen.
- Yes. Mm-hm.

I don't want medicine, mister.

That's right. You know
what I know about that stuff?

That stuff's poison.

No, sir!
Tom Cullen doesn't drink poison.

Daddy said don't you ever.

Daddy said if it could kill
the rats in the barn,

it'd kill me too.

Please.
Don't make me drink it, mister.

- Please!
- No!

His daddy said don't do it.
Don't make him do it.

I got Mighty Mouse here
with pink lips

and a big old moose over there,
crying just like a baby.

Dummy-brained bastard.

Yeah, that's right. You wouldn't dare.

Please.

Please, don't fight. Don't fight.

It's-- I feel better now.

I can go on. See?

Oh, fine. I'll read your crappy note.

It was just a joke, dummy.

It was a joke. Aha-ha-ha.
Joke, stupid.

It was a joke.

I'm gonna get you.
You and your stupid freak friend.

I'm gonna get both of you guys.

I'm sorry, mister. I cried like a baby.

But she scared me. Laws, yes.

You too?

Laws, yes. Let's get out of here
before she comes back.

She's shooting at us! Mister!

Come on, mister.
We gotta get out of here.

Ha-ha! Go on! I wanna see you run!

Ai-yi-yi-yi-yi!

If I ever see any of you two
in my face again, I'll kill you!

Hot. Laws, yes!

What is it?

Oh, mister.

Mister, we gotta go. We gotta hide.

What if it--? That could be her.

Oh, she's back there. Oh, laws, yes.

Tom knows that,
but what if that one's like her?

He might be like us? Nice, like us?

Holy crow!
Am I glad to see you fellas.

You boys headed to Nebraska?

My friend can't talk.

He's deaf and dumb. But he's smart.

Well, I bet he is.
He got that look, don't he?

Name's Ralph Brentner.

I'm Tom Cullen.
M-O-O-N, that spells Tom Cullen.

I don't know his name
because I can't read it.

Sure wish I did though. Laws, yes.

Your friend's name here
is Nick Andros.

M-O-O-N, I guess that spells Nick.

Nick Andros, how you doing?

Why don't you boys climb on in?

We got some miles to turn before dark.

Yeah, don't you understand

What I'm trying to say?

Yeah, can't you feel the fear
That I'm feeling today?

If the button is pushed
There'll be no running away

Yeah, no one to save you
From the next grave

Take a look around you, boy
It's bound to scare you, boy

So don't tell me

Over and over
And over again, my friend

That you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction

Yeah, you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction

Oh, thank God! I'm so happy.

We're so happy to see someone else.
Right, Joe?

- I'm so pleased to meet you.
- Yeah, same here, believe me.

How you doing, son?

- Joe!
- Whoa!

- Put that away.
- Nice kid.

- Has he had his rabies shots yet?
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- He's been traumatized.
- Haven't we all?

I suppose so.

- I'm Lucy Swann.
- Yeah.

The boy, I found him
in a supermarket in Iowa City.

He was just wandering around
eating sweet stuff.

Back then he was almost feral.

Well, you took him with you anyway?

He would have died on his own.

So, what do you think
happened here?

I mean,
do you think it was lightning or...?

It started around dusk.

It was a whole series of explosions
on the west side of town

where the tank farms are.

And then later that night,
there was a wind

and by morning,
the rest of the city was gone.

I'd say it was set.

You think somebody deliberately
burned Des Moines to the ground?

Yes.

Who'd want to burn a whole city
to the ground, for God's sakes?

My life for you.

And I will set you high in my councils

and I will set you to burn.

Oh, thank you.

Cibola. The city that is promised.

Thank you, Lord.

I didn't drop it on the floor.

Now, Lord, I ain't picked the corn yet.

Maybe some of those men
you're sending me will help me out.

Yeehaw!

Thank you, my Lord,
for bringing them through.

Hello, Mother.

Ralph Brentner.
I'm so pleased to meet you.

We never made a single wrong turn.
Nick here knew just how to come.

Hello, Nick.

Glad to see you.

God bless!

You've done it, Nick.
You brought them through.

You're the first of many.

Y'all welcome here.

Our time is very short,
but we'll break bread together

and have some fellowship,
one with the other.

- Granny-lady?
- What, honey?

- Are you the oldest lady in the world?
- Shh. Gina, that's not polite.

Mayhap so, sweetheart.
Mayhap so.

- That was a dilly of a meal, ma'am.
- Wasn't bad.

- Yeah.
- Birds was a little tough.

But it's a hell of a lot tougher
where there's none,

my old mama used to say.

Now, I've made up a cot
for the little one in the back room.

The woman,
what's her name, Ralph?

Susan. Susan Stern.

A goodish name.

Well, she can bunk with the tot.

How did you know to come to me
in the first place?

We dreamed of you, Mother.

Of you and the other fella.

The other fella.

Okay. Come on, you, time for bed.

Yes.

- I'm not even tired.
- Too bad.

God bless the child.

God bless the child
that's got her own.

I was told that we're gonna be
like a snowball rolling downhill.

Picking up other people
as we head west.

Told? Told by who, Mother?

Told by God.

I tried not to hear
what God had to tell me

but you can see all the good it done.

You been drafted too, Nick.
God has his finger on your heart.

And he's got more fingers than one.

It's dark work ahead
for his chosen ones.

Dark and bloody.

Well, ma'am,

what if this dark man
we've been dreaming about isn't real,

or what if he's a whatcha-call-it,
a bogeyman?

You dreamed of me,
am I the bogeyman?

- No, ma'am.
- He's real, all right.

And it's our lot to deal with him.

God don't explain his will
to the likes of Abby Freemantle.

Well?

Nick says that--

He says he don't believe in God.

God bless you, Nick,
but it don't matter.

He believes in you.

Oh, I'm fine.

Just thinking some long thoughts.

My daddy owned all of this once.

As far as your eye can see.

And my brothers lost it
piece at a time after he was gone.

Finally, the only thing left
was the home place.

What I said to myself was,

"Don't worry, Ab,
they can have the rest.

I'll hang on to the home place.

Come what may."

Now look at this.

Look at my things, sitting up
on the back of that damn truck.

And look at me.

Getting moved on like a vagrant turned
out of a boxcar by a railroad dick.

Is that what God is?

Just a big old railroad dick?

Who'd like to whop you
upside your head

if you don't step as lively
as he wants you to step?

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, Nick.

You guys coming? Daylight's wasting.

Come on, Nick.

Ralph's waiting.

All right.

- Let's go.
- Let's go.

Yeehaw!

Boulder, here we come! Yeehaw!

Cibola!

My life for you.

Aah! Cibola! Aah!

Wonderful city of gold!

Bumpty-bump! My life for you.

Hey.

Hey!

Anybody here?

What are we gonna do with him?

- Let him sleep. Flagg wants him.
- Where is Flagg, anyway?

You that anxious to see him, Barry?

I just, uh... I just thought...

Flagg will be around.
He's been waiting for this guy.

This guy's something special.

My life for you.

Thank you, Lord,

for bringing us across the prairie.

Into this place
where the mountains begin.

Please take care of us
in the days and weeks to come.

And help us to love one another
and do your will,

however hard
it may sometimes seem to us.

Tom! Tommy, come look!

What is it, Gina?

A parade. Come on up and look.

Gosh, it is!

M-O-O-N, that spells parade.

Help us to be true, dear Lord.

Help us to stand.