Original subtitles

Are you all right, Stu?

Yeah.

It's not me.

I think it's Harold.

Something happened to him.

Nadine.

Help me.

Help me.

You said it yourself, Harold.

We're damned.

You can't just leave me.

You can't leave me.

Nadine.

You can't leave me.

My ribs are broken. My leg.

Come back.

Come back.

Come back.

Nadine.

Nadine.

Nadine!

You go out on me, Bobby Terry...

- Gin. - Ooh!

Post 9, Post 9,

if you can hear me, come on back.

- That's Henreid. - I know it is.

I'm right here, Mr. Henreid,

but we haven't seen anything yet. Not a single vehicle.

Well, keep your eyes open.

And remember what I told you. Don't mark him.

Right. I mean, copy.

Just remember it.

We want all the people over there to know exactly who they're looking at.

So stay alert.

Roger that.

Oh, man.

If black powder were brains, that guy couldn't blow his nose.

Lloyd, are you coming back?

Oh, yeah.

Hey.

- Thought you were going to sleep. - Mm.

I might need a sleeping pill.

Call me the doctor.

You're the one that threw them.

You should have to pick them up.

You're just a sausage brain, you know that?

You're just a sore loser.

That was him. Come on, he's getting away.

Remember, in the guts.

He wants his head.

Oh, man. When I hit him with this, won't be nothing left but the head.

Stay right there. Get that lettuce cutter out of sight.

Okay. Here we go.

Doesn't mark his head.

You wouldn't shoot an unarmed man, would you, old-timer?

Were you back at Copperfield?

Yep, we seen you go by. Dave Roberts.

Oh, God. You bastard.

Got him dead on, Dave!

I killed his ass, Dave.

Dave?

Dave?

You in a heap of trouble, son.

I told you not to mark him.

I told you not to mark him.

All right, all right. Shut the hell up.

This is Lloyd, come on back.

The judge is a wash.

What?

A wash. A wash.

A total washout!

Do you copy, you idiot?

Yeah, I copy.

It's time to take their number two.

You know who it is?

I've known all along, actually.

Listen to me, Lloyd.

Listen to me very carefully, soldier.

Wake up.

Come here.

Get dressed, you lying, spying bitch.

Uh-uh. Forget about the bathroom. Do it here.

Yeah. Do it here.

Lloyd, you have seen me naked for the last time

in your short, miserable life.

I'm going in there, and if you even try and stop me,

I will do my very best to give you a sex-change operation.

Excuse me.

Let her go. Let her go.

If she tries to lock the door, break it down.

You do know that I faked it every time, don't you, Lloyd?

What the hell are you laughing at?

I wasn't over here risking my life

and sleeping with you, Lloyd, for fun.

Do you people know what your tin god is up to?

What is it that you think that they're doing out there at Indian Springs?

Hey.

If you're not out of there in 30 seconds,

you can give your sermon to Flagg in your panties.

Yes.

He says "frog," you jump.

Isn't that the way it goes?

He's the biggest and the strongest, ma'am.

You're wrong.

And you're a fool.

Come on.

I've got her, R.F.

R.F. How perfect.

Send her in, please.

Dayna.

Hi. Come in.

Tsk-tsk-tsk.

You expected Charles Manson at the very least, didn't you? Ha-ha-ha.

I don't know what I expected.

- Lloyd-- - Lloyd?

Poor Lloyd had a very bitter experience in Phoenix not long ago.

It marked him.

Sit down, Dayna.

What happened to the chairs?

Oh, I had them taken out.

Liars sit in chairs, you know?

Truth tellers just sort of hunker down.

Your friends in Boulder sent you to spy out the land. True?

I suppose.

You, the judge and someone else.

I can't quite see this third person.

Sometimes-- Usually, in fact.

--I can figure these things out for myself.

I'm one of those lucky people with a little psychic twinkle.

But every time I try to see this third spy,

all I can see is the moon.

M-O-O-N. That spells moon.

Does that mean anything to you, Dayna?

Not a thing.

What about the judge?

Oh, never mind the judge.

Now, pay attention, dear.

I'm disposed to give you your things

and send you back to your friends in Boulder.

And when you get back, I'd simply like you to tell them for me

that we are just trying to get on our feet again,

as they are.

That we mean them no harm.

Then what's Carl Hough and that weirdo Trashcan Man

doing out at Indian Springs?

Are you planning to turn the missiles stockpiled there

into New Age water fountains or something?

Never mind the Trashcan Man.

Let it go, dear. There's no reason to hang on to this spy business.

Your old black witch is dead. Your people are in confusion.

If there was ever any reason for your being here, it's gone.

Mother Abagail is not dead.

Ohh.

I'm afraid she is.

I don't believe it.

She died in a coma without saying a word.

Well, that's it, dear.

You mean I can just go?

Oh, there is one more thing.

What's that?

The moon man, dear. Who is he?

I don't know.

I think you do.

No, really. I don't know.

I didn't even know about the judge until I heard Lloyd talking about him

with some guy in Idaho.

That makes perfect sense.

But all the same, you do know.

You know and you will tell me. Do you understand?

Why don't you know? Why don't you know already?

I don't know.

Tell me, you bitch! Tell me!

Eat this!

Oh, my dear.

You will tell me what I wanna know.

Before I'm through with you, you'll beg to tell me.

No!

Bitch.

Come back when the moon is full.

When the moon is full.

M-O-O-N. That spells moon.

Watch out, would you?

Hmm. The feeb.

What is it, Stu?

It's Harold.

He's dead.

I don't know how I know or why, but he's dead.

He blew his own head off.

Gun oil.

My mouth's full of the taste.

May God have mercy on his poor excuse for a soul.

Hey, Trash, what did old lady Semple say

when you torched her pension check?

People who play with fire wet the bed, Trash. Ha-ha-ha!

Leave me alone.

Shut up about old lady Semple.

And leave me alone.

Ew! Keep him away from me.

They're gonna stick you in the nuthatch up in Terre Haute, Trash.

Stick you in the nuthatch and give you a few thousand shock treatments.

No!

Trash. Hey, Trash.

I've been looking for you everywhere.

Damn firebug. I don't trust him.

Wait a minute.

Wait just one damn minute.

Oh, my God. No.

Leave me alone!

I couldn't help it!

I couldn't help it. I'm so sorry!

I'm so sorry!

Nadine needs a ride.

Nadine needs a ride.

Nadine.

Over here.

Over here, my love.

That's right. This way.

Randall.

Is that you?

I waited so long.

The waiting's over.

No.

No.

No.

No. No.

Oh, it's too late to say no, dear.

Much too late.

No. No.

No!

Oh, God! No!

Didn't come to make a fuss

Or pick a fight

Just want you to tell me If you think you can

Baby, can you dig your man?

He's a righteous man

I'll bet you haven't been in this good a shape since you was a kid.

About a hundred years ago, right?

Come on.

There's a perfectly good reason for this little stroll, you know.

And Mother Abagail knew it when she sent us out the way she did,

with just the clothes on our backs.

Our bellies are empty.

And more importantly, our heads are empty.

Hell, mine was pretty empty to begin with.

Yeah, well, I'm serious.

We're out here in the middle of the great American nowhere,

minus all the baggage we used to carry everyplace we went.

She wanted us cleaned out, empty,

ready to be filled up again by some new thing.

Maybe a great thing.

And almost certainly the last thing.

Come on, Kojak. Fetch, boy.

Go on, go get it. Go.

Welcome to Las Vegas, ma'am.

So if the feeb's important,

you make sure that he knows it was me who told you, okay?

- Yeah, I got it. Don't worry. All right. - Me, me, me.

- Lloyd? - R.F.

- Good to see you. - Thought we might see you last night.

Oh, well. You know how it is with newlyweds.

Listen, we haven't managed to pick Trash up.

We're concentrating west of Indian Springs,

but it's a big country. It might take a while.

He'll come back in on his own eventually.

When he does, I want him put away, but mercifully.

I doubt you can understand,

but I felt a certain kinship for that boy.

I don't want him to suffer.

Fine.

- I just thought-- - Tell him.

Ooh.

Such a rude child.

Come, dear.

This might be important. This girl thinks she saw something.

Later, later, later. Come up this afternoon.

One o'clock should be fine.

In the meantime...

She's crazy about me, Lloyd.

She can't get enough.

Wave bye-bye.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

We are dead,

and this is hell.

Unh! You promised me you were gonna tell him.

Shut up. Shut the hell up.

Baby, can you dig your man?

He's a righteous man

Tell me, baby Can you dig your man?

Can you get that, sweetie pie?

Ooh. Guess not.

Lloyd. Come in.

Come in, come in, come in.

I don't believe I've introduced my wife to you by name.

No.

Nadine.

I'd like you to meet Lloyd Henreid, my number-one soldier.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

Oh, no, no, no. Shake hands, kids.

Shake it, Nadine.

That's nice.

You can put it down now, my love.

My wife is indisposed.

She also has a bun in the old oven.

Perhaps the two are related.

Care to gargle a little firewater, Lloyd?

A libation to little Randy Jr.

Yeah. I'll have a gin and tonic.

The drink of champions. Make it two.

You can sit down now, my love.

I'm sorry, my dear.

The surgeon general says that pregnant women shouldn't drink.

Or did before he died of the flu, right, Lloyd?

There are four men on their way here from Boulder.

Strolling right up Route 73 for some mad reason

known only to themselves and their dead witch.

I want them bagged and I want them brought here.

Send out Barry Dorgan.

A dozen good men.

You want me to have some crosses made?

I think something slightly more inventive may be in order here.

Natives seem restless, you know.

What about that skinny little bat-faced girl downstairs?

What's her itch?

Well, she thinks she spotted their third spy night before last.

Says she saw him in Kansas

in the company of a young deaf-mute male.

I don't know, but this deaf-mute sure sounds like the one on their--

What?

- Come here. - What?

- Come here. - What?

What did I do?

And you let me go upstairs without telling me?

I could pop your neck like a tick. Maybe I should.

I tried to tell you. You cut me off.

I hate this.

What in the...?

How's that drink, Lloyd?

Oh, it's great. It's all over the wall.

I gotta tell you something, Lloyd.

For a guy who almost turned his cellmate into canapés,

you got a yard of guts, you know that?

Thank you.

Doesn't he, Nadine?

She says yes.

This guy the girl with the big hair thinks she saw...

What's his name?

Tom Cullen.

Probably doesn't matter much. Still...

Send out a hundred men.

Put Russ Dorr in charge.

Maybe they'll get lucky and stumble across him.

What about Trash? What do you want me to do about him?

Just remember,

when he comes in, it's to be quick and painless.

Listen, R.F., is everything all right?

Fine as fiddlesticks. Why do you ask?

Well, I just...

Some of the folks are a little bit worried.

I'm a little bit worried myself, tell you the truth.

That's all.

Everything's fine, Lloyd.

Everything will continue to be fine

as long as you remember who's the boss

and who's got the power.

Right?

Right.

They're coming for you, you know.

The old woman sent them before she died.

Get your ass back in here.

Everything you've made here is falling apart.

They're saying a simple retarded boy outwitted Randall Flagg.

They're saying Judge Farris got away from your man in Idaho.

He's as dead as Judas Iscariot.

They're asking questions about Dayna too.

It's all slipping through your fingers.

And they're whispering, Randy.

I can see them leaving their posts in the dead of night

and your eye can't see that.

And when they come here,

Stu

and Ralph

and Glen

and La--

When they get here, your time will end.

And I'll be watching.

I'll be watching from hell with your baby in my arms.

Come back in, Nadine.

I'll give you everything you could ever want.

Can you give me Larry again?

Your seed is cold.

You liar.

No!

It doesn't matter.

No backing out now.

I'm staying right here.

Do you hear me?

Right here.

The fire.

The big fire.

Whoo.

Bumpty, bumpty, bump.

If you love me, you'll give me a bump

A great big, big bumpty bump

Call me a Christian Or call me a Jew

My life for you! My life for you!

So why'd you get me out here, Whit?

Uh...

Walls have ears, huh?

So?

Me and some of the others are cutting loose.

Man, I must be crazy telling you this.

It's all right.

Cut loose where?

South America. Near Rio.

Jenny's been there and she says it's nice.

Fresh water, fresh fruit, ocean air.

And just plain folks.

Ones who wanna forget they ever hooked up with His Infernal Majesty.

So, what do you say?

Me? I'm sticking.

Why?

It's going bad here. Can't you feel it?

Maybe. But he saved me from starving to death.

And that's not even the main thing. I mean...

He changed me, you know?

And he trusted me.

So, yeah, I'm sticking.

Man, you're nuts.

You're probably right.

You know, I thought there'd be whores.

I haven't seen any whores.

The man don't even want you to have a drink.

And dope? Pfft. Forget about it.

I've been thinking,

I might not go back to Vegas at all.

Mexico ain't but 300 miles in that direction.

What was that?

Just a deer. They're all over.

Maybe we should go look.

Go ahead.

Why should I be out there wandering around in the dark,

maybe break my leg for that freak in cowboy boots?

You ought to watch it, Rich.

Man has a way of hearing things, seeing things.

Flagg don't scare me.

Billy, toss me another one.

I gotta sit out here and freeze my butt off.

M-O-O-N. That spells moon.

Oh, man.

Someone ought to call the Utah State Highway Department about this.

Must've been a flash flood. A damn mess.

Think you can make it, Glen?

I think so. Now, what do you think, Kojak?

Whoa! Hey, hey! Whoo!

Won't any of us do better than that, huh?

Well, here goes.

- Whoo! - Whoa!

- All right. - Yeah, go.

Go for it, professor.

Go for it.

Shoot that curl.

All right.

Come on, guys. Come on.

Whoo! Whoa!

Whoo!

Whoa!

Look out, boy.

Come on, Stu.

Piece of cake.

Yeah, maybe. Maybe we were just lucky.

It felt to me like if you put one foot wrong,

the whole embankment would go.

Yep. And this side's not any better.

Okay. So who's first now?

I'll go.

You guys wait till I'm all the way up.

Be careful.

Piece of cake.

- There he goes. - He's all right. He's all right.

You see?

I told you, piece of cake.

- Stu. - Oh, my God.

Oh! Aah. Aah!

Easy. Go easy. Easy.

Oh, it's not my head. It's my--

- Just don't move. Don't move. - My leg.

Don't move.

- Aah! - Just don't move.

I'm okay. Go ahead.

There. It's done.

Hey, hey, hey.

That's a good way to kill yourself, Bateman.

- Where'd you get the soda? - Tour bus.

About a quarter of a mile west of here.

- Thanks. - They had beer too.

But I didn't want you taking these with alcohol.

I brought them with me for my arthritis.

Down the hatch.

Ralph and I'll go next time, Glen.

Stay here with Stu and rest up.

Go where?

We gotta make you some kind of stretcher.

Get you out of here.

Hole up someplace. I think Green River would be best.

No, Larry.

I'm not going.

What are you talking about?

I'm saying no.

No trip to Green River. No stretcher.

It's against the rules of the game.

This is no game, Stu.

Stu's right, Larry.

Mother Abagail said one of us would fall by the way.

What does that mean, huh?

What are you saying?

You're a college professor, for God's sakes.

Not anymore.

In case you hadn't noticed, Larry, school is out.

Look, I thought he was your friend.

Of course he's my friend.

But that doesn't matter now.

- It's God's plan. - Shut up about God.

I'm sick of hearing about God.

This whole trip was based on the idea

that Mother Abagail knew what she was talking about.

- That's right. - It's not right.

It's not right.

This isn't God's will or God's plan.

It's a washout.

And you got a broken leg, Stu, and I'm not gonna leave you here.

Larry, Larry, listen.

- What? - Listen.

- I'm not gonna leave-- - Listen.

When we came on this trip,

we put our lives in the hands of Mother Abagail's God.

Now, that hasn't changed.

If he wants me to eat, he'll send food.

If he wants me to drink,

he'll send rain.

It's his business.

Yours is to go against Flagg.

Now, you got to do that. You got to go without me.

Man.

Man,

do you know how crazy that sounds?

Do you know how totally damn crazy that sounds?

Come on.

Thanks.

More than three or four would probably be fatal.

Do you know that?

Yeah, I suppose so.

Goodbye, Stu.

It's been good knowing you.

- If we ever get back this way-- - Yeah.

If you do.

In the meantime, let's just leave it at "So long," okay?

Kojak. Come on, boy.

Go on, boy.

Better come back and get him.

Mother also used to say, "All things serve the will of God."

Maybe that goes for big, dumb dogs too.

Take good care of him, East Texas.

Good dog, Kojak.

That's a good boy.

What, you want this?

I guess it's about that time, isn't it?

I'm getting worse, boy.

It looks like I'm gonna die of the flu after all, huh?

That's pretty funny when you think about it.

Here, boy.

You go on. I lost my appetite.

Go on.

I miss you, Frannie.

I miss you.

So here it is.

I will fear no evil.

I will fear no evil.

Yo, yo, let's go!

Hold your fire. Flagg wants them taken alive.

Halt, right where you are.

Halt, he said.

How you doing?

Where's Stuart Redman?

He met with a slight accident on the way here, Mr...?

He's Paul Burlson, my first deputy.

I'm Barry Dorgan, chief of Vegas security.

- What kind of an accident? - He stubbed his toe.

Look, Mr. Drogan, Chief Dragon, Captain Droogan,

whatever you wanna call yourself, why don't we just get on with this?

All right. By virtue of the power vested in me, smart-ass,

you're under arrest.

- In whose name? - You know who I speak for.

Then why don't you say it?

Well, I'll say it for you.

Calls himself Randall Flagg,

but who he really is, is an apostate of hell.

Now, you got that on your little clipboard there, Mr. Burlson?

I wonder if you men might give me your social-security numbers?

All right. I want them split up.

Take laughing boy and the old man and put them in the back of my car.

Take, uh, Farmer John, put him in the back of yours, Ace.

Yo.

Come on. Come on.

Relax.

You don't need those. That's why we came here.

We got a message for your little tin god.

Tin god?

Tin god.

Man, that's funny.

I spent 22 years on the Santa Monica P.D.,

and I know what happens when guys like you end up running the show.

We haven't got a single addict in Vegas.

Can your people say the same?

Mr. Dorgan, even a man of your apparently limited intelligence

should be able to see that your experiences

with a few battered babies and drug abusers

doesn't justify your embrace of a monster.

Oh, that's great. Very good.

You get the Rodney King Humanitarian Award for the day, pal-- Aah!

It's almost over for them now, Larry.

Can you feel it?

Yeah. I can feel it.

All right, never mind the cuffs. Just get them in the cars. Now.

Now. Move!

You're quite a piece of work, Mr. Cockroach.

We could take a lesson from you.

Especially in light of recent events.

I have an idea that I'll be gone come this time tomorrow,

but you'll still be trucking, won't you?

Running your little roach errands.

It's a wrap on the roach.

Randall Flagg.

And not half the bogeyman we expected.

I'd like you to meet my associate, Mr. Lloyd Henreid.

Lloyd, meet Mr. Glen Bateman.

Pleased to meet you.

How's that arthritis, Glen?

May I call you Glen?

It looks painful.

I could fix that. Would you like me to?

No more swollen, screaming joints for the rest of your life.

All you have to do is ask.

What a deal.

Just ask.

Ask me to relieve your pain.

It's not so bad, really.

And as for the rest of my life, how long might that be, anyway?

Six hours? Twelve?

Actually, uh, I've decided to let you go.

Really?

Marvelous.

Of course, I couldn't go without my friends.

Oh, of course not. No, you'll all go together.

Tomorrow morning. Tonight, if you prefer.

And once again, all you have to do is ask.

Only, for a favor of this magnitude,

I really think you ought to do it on your knees.

Stop it.

Stop laughing at me.

Sorry, it's just that-- It's just that we made such--

Such a business of you

and it turns out you're nothing more than another cockroach,

scurrying around,

running little roach errands.

Shoot him.

- What? - You heard me.

Shoot him, you idiot! Shoot him!

He's an old man.

Can't you do anything right? He's standing right in front of you.

If you really feel you must shoot somebody, Mr. Henreid,

I suggest Flagg.

His world is crumbling and we both know it.

I think we also both know he can do a lot of damage on his way down.

You could change that.

Well, shoot one of us, anyway.

I'm the one who got you out of jail when you were starving.

Guys like him put you in,

let the superflu loose in the first place, for that matter.

But you choose, Lloyd.

He lies, Mr. Henreid.

You know that, don't you?

Mister, he told me more truth

than anyone else in my whole lousy life.

It's all right, Mr. Henreid.

You don't know any better.

Shut up, you mouthy old bastard!

- Think they just...? - Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

Our father who art in heaven,

- hallowed be thy name. - Hallowed be thy name.

- Thy kingdom come, - Thy kingdom come,

- thy will be done, on Earth... - thy will be done, on Earth...

Behold a pale horse, and him who rode upon it was Death.

You must see what's coming, Stuart.

And take back such news as will never be forgotten.

Now wake up.

Wake up.

I can't. I can't, Mother.

I can't, Mother.

- Wake up! - I can't. I--

I got to get up there.

I got...

I got to get up there.

I got to get--

Stu.

Take my hand.

Take hold of my hand.

Tommy?

Aah! Ow. My leg.

Hi, Stu.

Tommy.

Why--?

How--?

I was way east of here

and Nick told me I had to double back.

He can talk in my dreams, Stu.

Isn't that the limit?

Yeah, Tommy.

Yeah, that's the limit.

Are you sick?

Boy, you sound sick. Laws, yes.

It's the flu, Tommy. Heh-heh.

Ain't that a bitch?

I gotta get you inside somewhere.

No, not yet.

Why not, Stu?

I don't know.

But I think we're gonna find out soon though.

Okay. We'll just wait.

We'll just wait here.

So why did you have to kill Glen?

He tried to escape.

You know, one of these days

you're gonna get shot trying to escape, Dorgan.

You too, Ratty.

Yep.

One less Rat-Man in the world.

Shut up that honky voodoo.

Don't be an ass!

- What's that? - You're gonna see.

Soon enough.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Get off.

Come on. Move out of the way.

- Come out. - Get down, gray meat.

Disco's dead.

Kill them. Kill them both.

Man, you better stop them.

Only Flagg can do that.

Unless he shows, they'll take them if they want.

Here you go, gray meat.

Play us a little traveling music. Because where you going,

you gonna be chattel, and I guarantee.

Keep back.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

- Keep back. - Get out of the way.

If they move in any closer, blow a few heads off.

Hey, ain't you famous?

Now I'm famous too.

- Hold on. - I'm trying.

- Hold on. - I'm trying. I'm trying.

Tie them up. See what they've got.

I'm trying.

If I could just think about my mother.

Put the cuffs on.

You think that scares me, Dorgan?

At this point, a shot in the head looks pretty good to me.

Don't make this harder than it has to be.

You think I could do that?

Tell me something, chief,

they teach you this one at Santa Monica P.D.?

Huh?

You propose nothing in the sight of God.

I will fear no evil.

Ooh...

Listen to me, all of you!

I don't expect you to stop this,

but you better remember what you see here tonight,

because the next time, it may be your turn to die this way.

Finished, Mr. Underwood?

You're the one who's finished.

I take that as a yes.

I, Randall Flagg, do hereby state that these men--

Why don't you tell them your real name?

Do hereby state that these men are the insurrectionists

responsible for the destruction

of our unarmed scout planes at Indian Springs

and for the murder of Carl Hough.

For these crimes, they are sentenced to death by dismemberment.

It is the duty of each of you to witness this punishment.

However, those of you with small children are excused.

Take it, Barry.

Wait!

Hey, you people.

This ain't how Americans act.

We gotta stop this.

We gotta stop this.

Whitney.

You should've kept still.

I would've let you go.

Why would I wanna keep a jellyfish like you around, anyway?

Sort of gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "my lips are sealed,"

doesn't it, Whitney?

Cibola

Cibola

Bumpty, bumpty, bump

The fire for you.

The big one for you.

The big one for you.

Bumpty, bumpty, bump

Oh, my God. It's a bomb.

He's got a bomb!

- Get him out of here, Lloyd. - I brought it for you.

For you.

Get him out of here.

My life for you.

Trash.

That you, Lloyd?

I can't see very well.

My eyes. They're all funny.

It's me, Trashy. What do you have there?

The big one.

Fire.

The A-bomb.

The fire for you.

Listen to me, Trash.

You have to get that away. It's dangerous.

Come back. Come back, you cowards.

Shoot him, Lloyd. Kill the crazy bastard.

The promise has been kept as God has willed it. Amen.

Larry.

Do you see it?

The hand of God.

- Get away. - The fire.

The fire for you.

Amazing grace.

You done good, boys.

Come on home.

Take us home.

I saw a pale horse.

A pale rider upon it.

The name of the horse was Pestilence.

The name of the rider was Death.

What was it, Stu?

It's the end of Las Vegas, Tommy.

And the end of Randall Flagg,

if God is good.

What about Glen and Larry?

What about Ralph?

Are you ready, Tom?

Okay.

Oh, please, God.

Just a little help.

Okay, let's give it a try.

- Okay, hop in. Come on. - Okay. Okay. Okay.

Okay. Here goes.

- All right. - Is--? Is it?

Is it gonna be okay, Stu? Is it gonna be okay?

Yeah.

I think maybe we just caught us a break.

This'll make you feel better, Stu. It's peanut butter and jelly.

M-O-O-N. That spells "peanut butter and jelly."

My mom always made it for me when I was feeling poorly.

Always perked me up.

Stu. Please eat, Stu.

You gotta eat.

Stu.

Stu, if you don't eat, you'll die.

I'll be alone, Stu.

You gotta eat for me, Stu.

Please.

Please, Stu, don't die.

Tom.

Is it really you?

Stu said you were dead.

Stu is very sick, you know.

I know. He's got the flu.

I tried to feed him like my mama used to,

but he wouldn't eat.

I'm scared, Nick.

It's all right. I know what to do.

Come on, Tom.

This'll make you better. Laws, yes.

How'd you know to get this stuff, Tommy?

Nick told me.

In my dreams, he can talk.

Did I ever tell you that?

Yeah.

I think you did.

Tom?

Hey.

Tommy, what's wrong?

Can't remember what Nick looked like anymore.

He was the best friend I ever had.

Gave me a bike,

was always good to me.

I can't remember him anymore.

I'm so stupid. Can't remember nothing.

Hey.

There's a lot of important stuff you didn't forget.

I'm still alive.

I wouldn't be if it wasn't for you.

Really going home, Stu?

Like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz?

You bet. We're going home.

This is nuts, you know it?

Won't be anybody else in here this winter.

It is winter.

It's early, but it is here.

Now, be careful.

- It could be Stu or it could be-- - Hell, it could be anybody.

Hey, who is it there?

You guys identify yourselves or we're gonna shoot.

It's them. It's them.

- Stu. - Hey, Teddy.

- Tom Cullen. - Hey, there, Bobby.

Man, I don't believe it. What happened to your leg, Stu?

I broke it. Never mind. Never mind.

We're frozen. Let's get in the truck.

Then I want you to take me home to see Frannie.

What? Come on.

- What's wrong? - Stu...

What is it?

I don't exactly know how to tell you this, Stu.

What? What is it?

Well, it's the baby.

It's come early and it's got the flu.

Fran?

Stuart?

Is this a dream?

No, darling. It's no dream.

Ohh.

I can't believe...

I can't...

So now I'm just waiting for it to be over.

Then maybe you and I can think about starting all over again.

But George says that there's no way of knowing

if any of the babies are gonna be immune.

Let's not think about that now, Frannie.

I can't help it.

I have this big black hole in the middle of me.

I can't help thinking, what did we all do this for?

Why?

You propose nothing in the sight of God.

Come on.

For now, there's us, at least, you know.

I know.

Stu, I can't tell you how glad I am to see you.

- How glad all of us are. - Hey, doc.

The baby's dead, isn't it?

No, quite the opposite.

I believe the crisis has passed.

You mean she's going to be all right?

Yes. I think the baby's gonna live.

Ohh...

It was a tough battle.

And a lot of the year-one babies may not do as well as this one.

But when both parents are immune,

you will see the last of Captain Trips.

It's a miracle.

Yes, indeed.

You got a beautiful daughter there, Fran. You take good care of her.

I will.

We will.

- Hi. - We can come back later.

Oh, no.

No.

- Hey. - You're limping.

And I hear you're pregnant.

Yeah.

Joey.

Hey, Joey.

Lucy.

- Larry-- - No. I know.

I know what happened.

I'm sure that when the end came,

they met it on their feet.

And that's what they were sent out there to do, wasn't it?

To stand.

I reckon it was.

He's gone,

but I'll have his baby.

Maybe it's not all I wanted or all I dreamed of having,

but it'll have to be enough.

Don't cry. She's gonna be just fine.

She's so beautiful.

No, I'm not crying for her.

It's all of the others.

All those empty cradles.

Pink baby.

Ooh. Ooh.

I know, honey. They're looking at the baby.

Ain't you beautiful?

Just as gorgeous as dawn in Eden.

Fran,

do you think people can change?

Do you think that's possible?

I don't know.

I really don't know.

Maybe she does.