Original subtitles

(birds chirping)

FRANNIE: ♪ Amazing grace ♪

(Frannie sniffles)

♪ How sweet the sound ♪

♪ That saved a wretch ♪

(sniffles)

♪ Like me ♪

♪ I once was lost ♪

♪ But now I'm found ♪

♪ Was blind ♪

♪ But now I see ♪

( dark dramatic theme playing)

(humming)

I love you, Daddy.

Frannie loves you.

(crying, humming)

(honking)

Fran.

HAROLD: Mr. Goldsmith.

Hello?

I'm here, Harold.

Come in.

Oh, here.

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.

I'm so hot.

And tired.

Could you please help me?

Uh, of course.

Unh.

( somber theme playing)

Here you go.

It's a little warm, but it's not too bad.

That's okay. I like warm lemonade.

(sighs deeply)

Harold, it's so strange.

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

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 'em back.

Heh. Nuts.

For two people, from the same town,

two people who know each other,

to both be immune to something this big...

i-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.

(sighs)

Roads are jammed.

Can you ride a motorcycle?

Yeah.

Jess taught me.

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

Well, not anymore.

(sighs)

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...

Uh, canvas.

Runs on batteries.

I thought maybe it would cheer me up.

Cheer us both up.

Okay. What do you wanna hear?

Crowded House.

( Crowded House's "Don't Dream It's Over" playing)

♪ There is freedom within ♪

♪ There is freedom without ♪

♪ Try to catch the deluge In a paper cup ♪

♪ There's a battle ahead ♪

♪ Many battles are lost ♪

♪ But you'll never see The end of the road ♪

♪ While you're traveling With me ♪

♪ Hey, now Hey, now ♪

♪ Don't dream it's over ♪

♪ Hey, now Hey, now ♪

♪ When the world comes in ♪

♪ They come, they come ♪

♪ To build a wall between us ♪

♪ We know they won't win ♪

♪ Now I'm towing my car ♪

♪ There's a hole in the roof ♪

♪ My possessions Are causing me suspicion ♪

♪ But there's no proof ♪

♪ In the paper today Tales of war and of waste ♪

♪ But you turn right over To the TV page ♪

♪ Hey, now Hey, now ♪

♪ Don't dream it's over ♪

♪ Hey, now Hey, now ♪

♪ When the world comes in ♪

♪ They come, they come ♪

♪ To build a wall between us ♪

♪ We know they won't win... ♪

(flies buzzing)

Hello!

Is anybody here?

(quietly) Is anybody here?

Giddyup, boy.

(birds chirping)

LARRY: Hello!

(Larry laughs)

LARRY: Is anybody there?!

Is anybody anywhere?

NADINE: Over here.

Where?

Keep shouting.

I don't believe I need to.

You're not gonna shoot me, are you?

You dangerous?

I don't know.

No. No, I'm not dangerous.

(sighs)

Oh, man.

(sniffs)

(sighs)

(laughs)

I can smell your perfume.

(laughs)

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.

'Cause 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.

(laughs)

You know something?

Ha!

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.

( melancholy theme playing)

(sighs)

LARRY: How rare did you want it?

Um, just run it through a warm room.

You know... (gasps)

I was hoping you'd say that.

Oh, wow. Ta-da.

Thank you, thank you.

Mmm.

LARRY: It's barely breathing.

(gunshot)

(gasps)

Oh.

I think I lost my appetite.

We gotta get outta 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.

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?

(gunshot)

LARRY: Well...

I'd say the sooner, the better.

(laughs)

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 Abigail.

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

You... 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.

Oh! Whoa.

( romantic theme playing)

Um, we should...

We should get out of this graveyard.

MAN: How I love to love Nadine.

MAN: Hey!

Hey, can anybody hear me?

(metal clanking)

Hey, let me out!

(metal clanking)

Let me out of here!

(clanking)

You have to.

I'm gonna starve if you don't.

(rod clatters)

I'm gonna starve to death.

Starve.

(panting)

Just in case.

Just in case.

(panting)

Emergency supplies.

Whoo.

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? ♪

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

♪ Baby, can you dig your man? ♪

( tense rock theme playing)

Bumpty-bumpty-bump.

Thumpty-thumpty-thump.

Bumpty-bumpty-bump.

Bumpty-bumpty-bump.

Thumpty-thumpty-thump.

(grunts)

(panting)

(grunts)

Bombs away!

(squeals)

Come here.

Bumpty-bumpty-bump.

And I didn't even come here.

Thumpty-thumpty-thump.

And I didn't come here.

Thumpty-thumpty-thump.

BOY 1: Hey, Trash.

What did old lady Semple say

when you torched her pension check?

Who's there?

BOY 2: People who play with fire wet the bed, Trash.

BOY 1: Gonna stick you in the nuthouse up in Terre Haute, Trash.

Stick you in the nuthouse

and give you a few thousand shock treatments.

Shut up!

GIRL: Ah! Keep him away from me.

Shut up.

BOY 3: Hey, Trash, why didn't you burn up the school?

(all laughing)

FLAGG: 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.

(panting)

(ticking)

There.

Bumpty-bump.

FLAGG: Go, Trashy. Run, now!

My life for you!

(screams)

(panting and muttering)

(laughs)

(squeals)

(grunting)

( rock theme playing)

(ticking)

(ringing)

(banging)

(banging)

(laughing)

(screams)

Bumpty-bump!

FLAGG: Trashcan Man.

Trashcan Man.

What? Where are you?

Everywhere.

I will place you high in my counsels, Trash.

And I will set you... to burn.

My life for you.

My life for you.

(squawking)

(groans)

You were right, Lord.

Whew.

Those prunes did the trick.

But my, don't they taste nasty.

(chuckles)

Oh.

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, Lo...

Rats in the corn, Lord.

And the rats are his, ain't they?

Welladay.

Feel 'em.

Coming in my direction.

Some of them'll be... going on to him,

won't they?

(squeaking)

I hear you, Lord,

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

but I don't much like it.

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

to be leading the children of Israel outta Egypt.

Or the children of America into Colorado.

(grunts)

Doctor said, "Cut out the coffee."

(laughs)

Mmm.

But I just had 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.

(laughs)

Mm.

♪ What a friend We have in Jesus ♪

(gasps)

(laughs)

(squeaking)

I got the Lord to protect me.

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

I think you lie, old woman.

Get thee hence, low spirit.

Turn 'em away if they come, Mother.

Take my advice.

Turn 'em 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 ♪

(gurgling)

♪ Everything to God in prayer ♪

(gasps)

(groans)

(laughs)

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.

( mysterious theme playing)

(door bangs) (gasps)

Yoo-hoo!

Anybody home?

Help me!

(clanging)

I'm down here!

Please! Please, help me.

(buzzes)

(in funny voice) You sound pwetty hungwy, wabbit.

Could you let me out of here, mister?

I'll do anything you want.

You poor guy.

You look like caca.

(laughs)

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?

(pants)

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 guess my name.

Huh?

Oh, ha, ha. 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, uh, 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... Um... I just...

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

"Kind of got left here ."

Yeah. (chuckles)

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

(laughs)

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, uh...

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.

(bangs)

You're free, Lloyd. Come on out.

(pants)

(laughing)

(bangs)

Is that mine?

(grunts)

(bangs) (grunts)

(panting)

Mine?

Should we bite some chow, Lloyd?

Bite some chow. Yes, you bet.

Now, 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!

(flies buzzing)

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... I can't do it.

Dark, confined places.

I... I can't do it. I'll go crazy.

That's great.

I'm sorry.

(sighs)

That's just great, Nadine.

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

I'm sorry.

From the George Washington Bridge is beyond me, but...

Because I thought I could do it.

(sighs)

Why me, huh? Why me?

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

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.

Pfft.

LARRY: 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.

(mutters)

LARRY: 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.

(gunshots)

Hm, yeah.

The hell with you.

I'm going in now!

( ominous theme playing)

(panting and grunting)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(whispers): Look away.

Okay, come on. Don't look at them, stupid.

(knocking)

(panting)

(knocking)

Larry! (gasps)

(whimpers)

(knocking)

(knocking)

(clatters)

(knocking)

(metal clatters)

Who's there?

Identify yourself!

Come on, identify yourself!

You better start talking

before I start shooting, you hear?

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

(screams)

NADINE: Larry!

Please stop shooting!

Nadine?

You stay where you are, do you hear me?

Larry, Larry, Larry, Larry, Larry.

Are you hurt? Did... Did I shoot you?

No, but I felt the wind.

I mean, one came so close, I felt the wind of it.

And, um, the chips...

Um, tile chips. Um, 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 all right? (giggling)

Oh, Nadine.

Are... Are you still mad at me...

No. - -about the pills?

No, no, no.

'Cause I won't take the pills, Larry.

It's okay.

It's okay, Nadine. Thank you.

It's okay.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

( gentle theme playing)

(panting)

Oh, dear God.

(grunting)

(kiss smacks)

(laughs)

I tell you... Jersey never smelled so good.

(laughs)

♪ 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.

Uh, it's okay. I'm a friend.

Well, uh, 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.

(laughing)

Kojak, say hello to Stu Redman.

Such a miserable dog.

(both laughing)

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

(laughs)

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

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.

(laughs)

( sultry guitar theme playing)

(lips smacking)

(Larry moans)

(moaning)

Um, I... I don't...

I can't do this, Larry. Shh, you're okay.

I mean, just... You know, I just...

You can.

Sure you can. You can do anything.

(whispers): You can do anything.

No. No, I can't.

(sighs)

I want you.

I know, but... Do you want me?

I know you do.

So, what's the problem?

I... I just...

need more time.

(sighs)

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.

ABIGAIL: ♪ What a friend ♪

♪ We have in Jesus ♪

♪ All our sins ♪

♪ And griefs to bear ♪

Folks around these parts just call me Mother Abigail.

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.

(moans)

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

You are the promised one.

Why me? Who promised?

Shh. (moans)

It doesn't matter.

Nadine. My love.

As long as you hide your mind from the old woman,

you'll be fine.

And when you come to me, we'll be...

(in unison) married.

(laughs)

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

Tonight.

I can handle Larry.

(chuckles) He's just a boy.

Leave him.

Leave him.

Oh, God.

You hear me? Oh, no!

Leave him.

(gasps)

( dramatic theme playing)

Nadine?

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.

(grunts)

( gentle piano theme playing)

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 the highway to Okie City.

Thought a few decorations would cheer up Main Street.

It's been awful sad with everyone gone.

Do you like 'em?

Thanks!

Decoration is my hobby.

M-O-O-N.

That spells hobby.

Do you wanna go on up the street

to the drugstore and... And get a band-aid?

Uh, 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... 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 kinda pooped out.

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

but since then I kinda 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.

( slow piano theme playing)

I got it, mister! I got it!

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

Tom Cullen knows what that is.

M-O-O-O-N. That spells deaf and dumb!

(sighs)

When are you 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.

(sighs)

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 'em.

She's up in heaven.

She's eating the bread of life with Jesus.

(weeps)

Mister, if you're going to Kansas City,

can I go with you?

I ain't never been.

And I don't wanna stay here anymore.

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

Drive a car? Tom Cullen?

(laughs)

Laws, no!

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

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

(bell jingles)

Hey, mister! Nice bike.

Who's it for?

You want me to go with you?

To Kansas City?

To see the old black lady?

( blues theme playing)

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... And jeans and a...

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.

TOM: Woo-hoo!

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

(panting)

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.

(screams)

(panting and grunting)

(shouts)

Stay away from her, East Texas.

Stay away or you'll all die!

The plague!

(screams)

ABIGAIL: You come on along and see me. You and all your friends.

STU: 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.

(laughs)

Well, hey, 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's there.

"Folks around these parts call me Mother Abigail.

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

(chuckles)

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.

(wheels whooshing)

You hear that?

FRANNIE: Hi.

Hi.

How you doin'?

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

Hi. And that, uh...

That furry one over there, that...

That's Kojak.

Fran Goldsmith.

Well, 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?

(laughs)

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.

(giggles)

Where are you folks headed?

To Stovington. Nebraska.

Vermont.

What?

What's wrong?

Going to Stovington

would be a waste of your time.

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

BATEMAN: He was there.

And he knows. They tried to kill him.

Really?

Yeah.

Look, uh...

Glenn and I were about ready to head to Nebraska.

We've, uh, 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.

(chuckles)

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

Come on, come on.

(chuckles)

Uh...

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

Okay? Between you and me?

I do not wanna 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.

(chuckles)

Here you go.

Okay? No, thanks.

You sure?

Okay.

STU: Glen.

Not bad.

Cold.

Hey, 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.

STU: All right.

But there isn't anything there you're gonna wanna see.

( ominous theme playing)

(choking and coughing)

(pants)

Still from Missouri?

(panting)

You was right.

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

(sniggers)

Where are you going?

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

My legs feel all funny.

My God.

Are you real?

Yahoo!

If you're real, say something.

Are you a deaf-mute?

(laughs)

Oh, somebody finally shows up in this crappy town

and it turns out to be a deaf-mute.

(chuckles)

Well, hi.

My name's Julie Lawry.

(laughs): Oh, can't tell me yours, can you?

Poor you.

(sighs)

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..."

(laughs)

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.

(sighs)

Peekaboo.

What? What?

No.

Hold me.

You gotta hold me.

I've been lonely.

(groans)

No, no, no, no, no, no. That's it.

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.

(gasps): That's right.

You know what I know about that stuff?

That stuff's poison.

No, sir! (gasps)

Oh, 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!

(laughs)

His daddy said don't do it.

Don't make him do it.

(snickers)

Oh, I got Mighty Mouse here with pink lips

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

Dummy-brained bastard.

(howls)

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

Please.

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

It's... I... I... 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.

Ah, ha-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.

(wails)

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.

(gunshot) Oh!

She's shooting at us! Mister!

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

(laughs)

Go on! I wanna see you run!

(war-whoops)

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

(screams)

( tranquil theme playing)

(both breathing heavily)

Hot. Laws, yes.

TOM: 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...?

What if that one's like her?

He might be like us? Nice, like us?

(honks horn)

Ho...!

Holy crow! Am I glad to see you fellas.

Uh, you boys headed to Nebraska?

TOM: My friend can't talk.

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

Well... Well, I... 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.

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

(chuckles)

Nick Andros, how you doing?

Why don't you boys climb on in?

We... We got some miles to turn before dark.

(engine starts)

(strumming guitar)

♪ Yeah, don't you understand What I'm trying to say? ♪

♪ Yeah, don'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 ♪

(chuckles)

♪ 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 ♪

WOMAN: Oh, thank God!

Oh, I'm so happy.

We're... We're so happy to see someone else.

Right, Joe?

I'm so pleased to meet you.

Yeah, same here, believe me.

LARRY: How you doing, son?

Joe! Whoa!

Put that away.

LARRY: Nice kid.

Has he had his rabies shots yet?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

He's... 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, uh...?

LUCY: 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?

( dramatic theme playing)

(gasping)

Cibola.

(snickers)

My life for you.

FLAGG: And I will set you high

on my councils, and I will set you to burn.

TRASHCAN MAN (whispers): Cibola.

Cibola.

The city lies as promised.

(crow caws)

Thank you, Lord.

I didn't drop it on the floor.

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

Maybe some of those men you'll send me will help me out.

(car horn honks)

RALPH: Yee-haw!

Thank you, my Lord, for bringing them through.

Hello, Mother.

Ralph Brentner. I am so pleased to meet you.

Oh. (chuckles)

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... 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.

Oh.

That was a dilly of a meal, ma'am.

(chuckles)

Wasn't bad.

Yeah. Birds was a little tough.

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

my own pa 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?

Oh, we dreamed of you, Mother.

Of... Of you and the other fella.

The other fella.

SUSAN: Okay, come on you. Time for bed.

Yes.

GINA: I'm not even tired.

SUSAN: 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?

Uh, told by God.

I mean, I tried not 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.

Uh, well, ma'am,

what if this dark man we've been dreaming about

isn't real, or what if he's a...?

A what you call it? A... 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.

(strums)

Well?

Well, Nick says that...

He says he don't believe in God.

(laughs)

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

He believes in you.

(rooster crowing)

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... 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 railroad, Nick.

(chuckles)

Is that what God is?

Just a big old railroad, Nick?

Who'd like to whop you upside your head

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

(cries): Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Nick.

RALPH: You guys coming?

Daylight's wasting.

Come on, Nick.

Ralph's waiting.

All right.

Let's go. Let's go.

(engine starts)

RALPH: Yee-haw!

Boulder, here we come!

Yee-haw!

( melancholy theme playing)

( heavy rock theme playing)

Cibola!

My life for you.

(screams)

Cibola! Ah!

Wonderful city of gold!

Cibola! My life for you!

Hey.

Hey!

Anybody here?

BARRY: What are we gonna do with him?

Let him sleep. Flagg wants him.

Where is Flagg, anyway?

You that anxious to see him, Barry?

BARRY: I just, uh...

I just thought... Flagg'll be around.

He's been waiting for this guy.

This guy's something special.

(whispers): My life for you.

ABIGAIL: 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.