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( suspenseful theme playing)

Yeah.

Ah, there's so much blood here.

Damn it. Still not enough light.

I turned 'em all up as high as they'll go.

Never mind.

Frannie, wipe my forehead off.

I'm sweating like a pig.

You okay?

(grunts)

Oh...

Wait a minute.

Give me the scissors.

Can you see it, East Texas?

STU: Yeah...

that's his appendix right there.

DAYNA: Stu?

STU: No, the small one.

Stu?

Stu?

What, Dayna, what?!

You... You don't need to.

What do you mean? We're almost there.

He's dead, Stu.

(weeping): Please.

Cover him up.

( somber theme playing)

(Dayna sobs)

I am the resurrection and the light.

Whosoever believeth in me shall not perish.

There's more, I suppose, but I don't remember it.

It worked for me, judge. Amen.

Amen.

Hey.

Good morning, Mr. Lauder.

Where the hell is everybody?

Well, Dayna's still asleep. I don't know where Fran is.

I think Stu went fishing.

Off catching lunch in the big two-hearted river.

It figures.

I beg pardon?

Oh, nothing.

The judge and I thought

we'd take a little ride into town

and go CB shopping.

Want to come?

I'll pass.

Just as you like.

(reel clicking)

Hi.

Hi.

Still thinking about Mark?

(sighs)

It's not just that.

I had a dream with the scary one last night.

It was by far the worst one yet.

There were all these crosses on Highway 15.

Oh, yeah.

Made out of barn beams and telephone poles, right?

With people hanging off of them.

You too?

Yeah.

And Dayna and Glen, Judge Farris.

Okay if I sit down?

Yeah. Of course.

I dreamed about him the night Mark died.

Last night, I drew the old lady.

Oh, that one's much better.

Yeah, a whole lot better.

She was on a porch,

but it's not the same one as before.

I think she and the first bunch

have, uh, finally made it to Boulder.

Oh, I know they have.

She said:

"You got to move 'em along faster still, Stuart.

"One day off's all you get.

Mind you, keep picking up strays along the way."

(laughs)

It's so weird.

How can we all be having the same dream like this?

Ah, I don't know.

( tender theme playing)

Uh, you know, Glen's got some...

Some sleeping pills

in his little traveling pharmacy.

You want me to ask him to give you one?

Thank you, but no.

You sure? You'll get a good night's rest

before we have to hit the road again.

I can't.

Why not?

I'm afraid it'll hurt the baby.

Have you told Harold?

When are you due?

January.

(Frannie and Stu panting)

Harold?

We have something to tell you.

Um...

I don't know really how to say it.

I think I have a pretty good idea.

Congratulations.

Well...

Fran thought you might be a little...

Jealous? Angry?

Something like that, yeah.

Well, jealous, yeah.

Angry... That's life.

I've got something to tell you.

Couldn't say it up until now.

I love you, Frannie.

Thank you, Harold.

And I believe I owe you an apology.

Hey, that's... That's all right.

Still friends, right, guys?

Of course.

STU: Yeah.

Good deal.

You, uh, need any help with that?

No, everything's under control.

You sure, now?

(sighs)

Perfectly under control.

( rock theme playing)

(indistinct chatter)

My life for you!

(breathing heavily)

Cibola.

Seven-in-One.

My life for you.

How are you feeling, man?

I'm okay.

Who are you?

This here is Lloyd Henreid.

He ain't bad for a slice of Wonder Bread.

I'm the Rat-Man.

Bold, black, beautiful.

Pleased to meet you, Trash.

How'd you know people back home used to call me that?

Gotta do something about that talking-in-your-sleep thing.

Listen.

I didn't know your exact sizes, uh, but these ought to be okay.

Am I going somewhere?

Yeah. Flagg wants to see you.

My life for him. Yes.

My life for him.

Dude's crazy.

Like we're not?

Get dressed.

( mysterious theme playing)

FLAGG: The Trashcan Man.

How good it is to see you.

(whimpers)

My life for you.

Oh, I don't think it'll come to that.

(chuckles)

There's work for you in the desert, Trash.

Great work if you want it.

Anything. Anything.

My life for you.

I... I love you.

I know. I know you do.

And I'm gonna fulfil all your dreams, Trash.

Come.

Let's talk about your future.

( mellow theme playing)

FRANNIE: Mother Abagail.

I dreamed about you.

I know you did.

Come on up here.

Uh... Uh, just you and your man

to start with.

Come on.

You're with child, little girl.

How did you know that?

How do, Stuart?

Welcome to Boulder.

Nice to meet you, Ralph.

Pleased to meet you. That there's, uh, Susan Stern.

FRANNIE: Good to meet you, Susan.

RALPH: Nick Andros. SUSAN: Hi.

How'd you know my name?

(chuckles)

You're all welcome here.

Uh, come on in. Let's us visit a spell.

Seems there were more here before.

Harold's gone.

Well, come on in now. I... I made some lemonade.

FARRIS: Very pleased to see you.

I'm here.

I came to you.

FLAGG: The bride cometh to the bridegroom

as a flame to the wick of a lamp.

Is that the Bible?

Mm, Danielle Steel, I think.

Look here.

Nadine.

Nadine.

My love.

(gasps)

You okay, ma'am?

Um... of course I am.

Why?

Well, you were having a bad dream.

Must have been a real wowzer by the sound.

Was it about him?

The Walkin Dude.

Uh... Uh, I don't remember.

We're making real good time.

They must have cleared the road all the way from Julesburg.

How long till we get there?

Two hours. Three at the most.

Look, you can see the mountains.

STU: Summer's almost gone.

Can't believe it.

GLEN: Well, how the time flies

when you're having fun, right, East Texas?

RALPH: Big day today.

How so?

Oh, the power station. Oh, yeah.

I can't believe you forgot that.

I didn't forget it. I blocked it out.

The plague took the people,

but it couldn't take the gadgets, could it?

No, they're all still out there.

Everything from electric can openers to cobalt bombs,

just waiting for someone to come along and pick 'em up.

And the scavenger hunt starts today.

Now, hell, professor.

What's so bad about putting the rocks

back in people's Scotch?

GLEN: It's the old way.

And the old way was a death trip.

That's a little heavy, don't you think?

Do you?

There's an old woman down there

who might tell you different, East Texas.

If she'd talk about this end of it at all, that is.

What's the problem?

GLEN: I don't know if there is one.

But I know I'm very concerned about the way things are going.

She wants a mass meeting.

Except she says it's really God who wants the meeting.

We say, "Fine. You're fine, Mother. God's fine too."

And then we go right back

to tinkering with the power station,

trying to recreate the world

that damn near choked the human race to death.

What's wrong with this picture?

(buzzing)

(Abagail laughing)

Well, take a look at that. Heh.

(laughing)

Wait.

( dramatic theme playing)

(truck horn honking)

You're all welcome here.

Come on, now. Come on up and say howdy.

(indistinct chatter)

FLAGG: Go to her.

You're real. You're really real.

No, get up. I ain't no God.

And I ain't gonna be no golden calf either.

MAN: Dave Zellman. Rouse's Point, New York.

I dreamed of you, Mother Abagail.

ABAGAIL: Oh, I'm so glad to have you come.

WOMAN: I'm Marcy Halloran, Mother Abagail, from Cleveland.

I dreamed of you too.

( ominous theme playing)

MAN: Mother Abagail, I'm... Larry.

LARRY: She's so gray, Stu.

STU: Who?

LARRY: I know her.

Hey, hold it.

ABAGAIL: All right, dear.

Come on. Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Who's this woman who comes?

FLAGG: Go to her.

My name is Nadine Cross.

Mayhap it is and mayhap it ain't.

I'm from New York.

Mayhap you are.

And mayhap I ain't.

I won't keep you long.

You look so tired.

Of course,

anyone your age is bound to tire easily,

isn't that so?

Mother Abagail.

Oh! Hello, Joe. What do you know?

(chuckles)

What the hell? Leave me alone, thanks.

Hello, Nadine.

(sighs)

You gonna leave again without saying goodbye?

I said I had my reasons.

I said I didn't wanna answer any questions and I still don't,

so just leave me alone.

( folk theme playing)

I'm ready, Brad.

All battery power is up and running.

Listen up, folks.

We're about ready to go for it here.

It might not be such a bad idea

to keep the nearest exit in mind.

Okay, sweetheart. Let's light 'em up.

(machinery whirring)

I'm scared.

I'm a little scared myself.

SUSAN: Green board. I've got green across.

All right.

(all cheering)

Yeah!

Ladies and gentlemen, we are back!

Yeah! Whoo-hoo!

( tranquil theme playing)

ABAGAIL: There was something in that woman this morning.

Was it him?

I don't know, Lord, she passed on by so quick.

No. That ain't it.

And I'm too old to be making excuses

to the God of my understanding.

I have sinned in complacency and sinned in pride.

Sitting back in my rocker, like a queen,

and letting 'em come to me.

Letting 'em do everything but bow down before me.

Oh, my Lord.

Oh, what am I to do?

Show me how to go, Lord.

I'm listening.

(indistinct chatter)

(audience applauding)

This ain't on the... ( microphone feedback)

(chuckles)

Guess we're all gonna have to get used to this again, huh?

Uh, what I started to say was,

I wonder if maybe we couldn't start

by singing the national anthem.

♪ Oh, say can you see ♪

ALL: ♪ By the dawn's early light ♪

♪ What so proudly we hailed ♪

♪ At the twilight's Last gleaming? ♪

♪ Whose broad stripes And bright stars ♪

♪ Through the perilous fight ♪

♪ O'er the ramparts We watched ♪

♪ Were so gallantly streaming? ♪

♪ And the rockets' red glare ♪

♪ The bombs bursting in air ♪

♪ Gave proof Through the night ♪

♪ That our flag Was still there ♪

♪ O say, does that ♪

♪ Star-spangled banner ♪

♪ Yet wave ♪

♪ O'er the land of the free ♪

♪ And the home ♪

♪ Of the brave? ♪

(all cheering)

( mystical theme playing)

ABAGAIL: Thy will be done, Lord.

Well, I'm pretty nervous up here,

so I hope you all bear with me.

MAN: We will, Stu.

(all laugh)

Hey, I'm on this. STU: Uh,

I'll make this as painless as possible

so we can all get out of here and have a beer.

(all cheering)

STU: First off, I...

I'd like you to meet the man who got the juice on again.

Brad Kitchner, stand up, take a bow.

(all applaud)

STU: Okay, uh, next thing's

this so-called Free Zone committee.

Uh, the names came from Mother Abagail.

Where is Mother Abagail?

I haven't seen her all day. STU: But this is still America...

Mm, I'm sure she's around someplace.

And I guess whatever starts with her still...

has to end with us.

That means a vote.

First, though, I'd like you to meet the folks

you'll be voting on.

I'm one of 'em. Heh.

Stu Redman from Arnette, Texas.

(crowd applauding)

Next is, uh, Nick Andros,

originally from Ridley, Pennsylvania.

And Ralph Brentner from Okie City.

(crowd applauding)

Miss Frances Goldsmith from Ogunquit, Maine.

Stand up, Frannie.

Let 'em see how pretty you look with a dress on.

(crowd applauding)

Uh, Brad Kitchner's good friend, Susan Stern,

from Tacoma, Washington.

(crowd applauding)

Mr. Glen Bateman from Woodsville, New Hampshire.

And Larry Underwood from New York City.

(crowd applauding)

You see where Lucy and Joe went? STU: Those are the names

Mother Abagail told us to put on the list.

Maybe she took him to the bathroom.

If, uh, any of you other folks have any other ideas...

HAROLD: Mr. Chairman.

Mr. Chairman?

Chair recognizes Harold Lauder.

I move that...

we accept Mother Abagail's Free Zone committee...

in toto.

If they'll all serve, that is.

(crowd applauding)

Brilliant, utterly brilliant.

Uh, judge, can we do that?

You're damn right you can.

And I, for one, think it's a damn good idea.

Uh, folks, it's been moved

and seconded that we accept

the entire committee as listed on the agenda.

I guess I ought to ask

if there's anybody on the list who wants to step down.

A voice vote will do just fine.

Well, those in favor

of accepting the committee as it stands?

ALL: Aye.

Opposed?

The committee is so adopted. Heh.

(all cheering)

( mysterious theme playing)

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

She can't.

(Joe whimpering)

Joe?

There ought to be a turning-off committee.

Having the power back on is great, but, uh,

you gotta realize that people didn't get out of their sickbeds

and turn off all their appliances before they died.

LUCY: She's gone!

She's gone!

(sobbing): Mother Abagail, she's gone.

Lucy, what is it? What happened?

"I must be gone a bit now.

"I've sinned and presumed to know the mind of God.

I must try to find my place in his work again."

She scribbled a reference at the bottom.

Proverbs 11, Verse 3.

When pride cometh, then cometh shame.

But with the lowly is wisdom.

All right, what now?

"This doesn't change much, if anything.

"We dreamed of Mother Abagail and she was real.

"That makes it a pretty sure bet that the other guy is real too.

"We have to find out all we can about him.

That probably means sending spies west."

Spies?

RALPH: "It's a nasty thing to think about,

"but we will do what we have to do.

"Flagg is our business right now.

And we'll have to trust Mother Abagail to her God."

GLEN: Our friend in the cowboy boots and jean jacket

isn't gonna just sit over there on his side of the Rockies

playing mumblety-peg, you know.

If he's planning to come east and attack us...

RALPH: Or nuke us.

We ought to know about it.

All right.

Let's talk about Flagg.

How do we look into his part of the world?

Damn kid.

Messin' my guitar.

(Larry playing guitar)

Larry?

LUCY: Honey?

Yeah, go inside, baby.

LUCY: Who's...? I have to talk to you, Larry.

LARRY: Yeah.

Come on inside.

No.

Out here.

Please?

Is she the woman that came out of New York with you?

Yeah. Go inside, baby.

I'll handle this.

What are you doing here, Nadine?

Messing up your happy home.

Maybe I came to say I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry...

for the way I left you.

And then... for the way I said hello.

I was just, mm, so surprised to see you.

Yeah. Fine.

Okay. Apology accepted.

That was easy, wasn't it?

Is she nice?

Lucy.

She's the best.

Good.

I'm glad for you.

Nadine.

Nadine.

( ominous theme playing)

I made a mistake when I left you.

I know that now.

The way it was tonight at the meeting.

All the love.

And the lights.

I wanna stay here, Larry.

Make love to me and I can stay here.

I don't know what you're talking about.

NADINE: Shh.

It doesn't matter.

Make love to me, Larry.

Make love to me and everything will be all right.

And we'll take care of each other.

(grunts)

You come here and you look right through my wife!

(scoffing): Your wife?

Yeah, that's right. My wife.

Don't you understand?

It's too late.

Do you understand that?

Yes. I suppose I do.

You work it out, Nadine.

(laughing)

Nadine?

(Nadine laughing)

( dramatic theme playing)

Did you come back for your things?

No, don't.

She's gone.

I don't know what she wanted, but she's gone now.

I love you, Lucy.

Just... work it out.

Oh, you are... so wise, Larry.

Very, very wise.

(chuckling)

So very, very wise.

(laughing)

( ominous theme playing)

(Nadine gasps)

(gasps)

FLAGG: Now, go to Harold.

But remember who you really belong to.

(screams)

(caws)

RALPH: Hey, chow. Bring it on.

(Stu sighs)

Consider it brung.

(chuckles)

You're the perfect American male, Stu.

We get the power back and you decide to barbecue.

Yeah, well, as soon as they bring back

pork rinds and Monday Night Football,

I'm gonna be in redneck heaven.

Nick's proposal is that we send

at least three people west to Las Vegas,

which we all seem to feel is this Flagg's base of operations.

The purpose is to try and find out

what Flagg's plans are for us.

Anybody wanna kick it around a little bit?

Well, we haven't been elected one whole day yet

and already we've managed to, uh, reinvent the CIA.

Who needs Monday Night Football?

RALPH: Well, what the hell else we gonna do?

All he needs is one guy

to target some Scud missile with an A-bomb on it.

LARRY: And if he's got one, what then?

STU: Somebody'll have to try and stop him from using it.

I wanna be one of the three.

That's commendable, but I'm afraid

it's out of the question.

Why?

GLEN: Because we don't know

if any of our scouts will make it back.

Meanwhile, we seven have the not inconsiderable job

of getting the Free Zone on a paying basis.

That's the job you took last night, Susan.

You may not like it, but that doesn't change it.

LARRY: Oh, my God, I'm a politician.

This isn't Colorado, it's hell.

Okay.

If that's the way we play,

I nominate Judge Farris.

That old man? You must be nuts.

Now, wait a minute.

He is old, but he's sharp.

He's not in bad health either.

You know, I don't think Flagg'd suspect

we'd send a old fellow like the judge.

SUSAN: If I can't go, what about asking Dayna?

STU: That's a good idea. LARRY: Wait, wait, wait.

I'm not being serious here.

Well, you better get serious.

(Larry laughs)

I can't believe we're doing this.

STU: If you didn't wanna get your hands dirty,

you should've stayed off the committee in the first place.

We're probably sending people off to get killed.

Yeah? Yeah, that's right.

Making decisions like that is what being in charge

is all about.

Either grow up and do it or get out.

You're awful cute when you get angry, Stu.

(all laugh)

Okay. Fine.

So who's the third goat?

Uh... Scout.

You got any ideas?

( dramatic theme playing)

Well, Nick here has got an idea,

and it's a dilly.

GLEN: Ten. Nine. Eight.

You're getting drowsy, Tom.

TOM: Drowsy. That's right.

Laws, yes.

GLEN: Seven, drowsier still.

Soon you'll be fast asleep.

Six, five, four, three, two, one.

TOM: One.

Are you asleep, Tom?

Yes, Tom's asleep.

♪ Rock-a-bye baby ♪

Can you hear me, Tom?

Yeah, I hear you, Stu.

Nick's here with me.

Fran, Larry, Ralph, Sue, Glenn.

They're all here with me.

All my friends, laws, yes.

We need you to do something, Tom.

For the Free Zone.

It's dangerous.

It's him, isn't it?

Yeah, Tommy, it is.

TOM: The hard case.

The Walkin Dude. He can call the rats.

He can see all across the long miles.

But he's afraid of us.

FRANNIE: Are you the same Tom that Nick met in Oklahoma?

TOM: Yes. No.

I'm God's Tom.

We want you to go west, Tommy.

Can you do that?

West.

Yes, Tom knows west.

It's where the sun goes down.

STU: We need you to...

To keep your eyes open.

Wide open.

We want you to look at the airfields

and see if people are getting planes ready to fly.

Or maybe missiles.

You know what missiles are, Tom?

Rockets.

Yes, that's right.

We want you to see if people are being trained.

Like soldiers? Yeah.

But most important...

we want you to listen.

Listen to what people say about Flagg.

And about the Free Zone here in Boulder.

We need to know what Flagg means to do about the Free Zone.

TOM: If he means to:

(makes soaring sound)

LARRY: That's right, Tom.

You got it.

STU: Can you do all that, Tommy?

TOM: Look... listen.

Yes.

I'll be afraid, but I can do that.

Look.

And then you come back here to Boulder

when the moon is full, do you understand?

Yes.

M-O-O-N spells moon.

Come back and tell.

Unless they catch me.

If anyone asks questions why you came,

this is what you'll say:

They drove you out of the Free Zone.

Drove me out.

Because you were feeble-minded.

Feeble-minded, laws, yes.

And you might have a woman

and that woman might have idiot children.

Idiot children like Tom.

FRANNIE: Go ahead, finish.

Don't leave him out there.

Tell it back to me, Tommy.

What will you say if they ask you questions?

TOM: You drove me out

because you were afraid I might...

have a woman and fill her belly up

with a retard like me.

STU: When you come back here,

you'll walk at night and sleep in the day.

TOM: Walk at night. Sleep in the day.

But someone might see you anyway.

If it's one person that sees you, kill him.

(gasps)

Tommy?

TOM: Kill him?

If it's more than one, you run.

Come back when the moon is full,

not the half moon, not the fingernail moon.

Walk at night. Sleep in the day.

Don't let anybody see me.

LARRY: Go ahead, Stu, wake him up.

Please, wake him up.

Tom?

Would you like to see an elephant?

TOM: Did I do all right?

I stand on my head like before?

No, Tom.

You did some even better tricks this time.

( dramatic theme playing)

History teaches us that, uh, when the Great Plague hits,

those who don't die alone usually die in church.

So we may find nothing in this one,

but if we do,

try to think of the bodies as cordwood.

It'll make it easier.

Cordwood?

( ominous theme playing)

(all gasp)

(coughing)

(retching)

(sniffs)

(coughs)

(sighs)

( ominous theme playing)

NADINE: Come on in.

It is your house, after all. Isn't it?

Who the hell are you?

Well...

I'm Nadine Cross.

I saw you at the meeting the other night,

and I believe you saw me too.

What are you doing in my house? And how did you get in here?

And what's that smell?

Supper.

And the rest of the Q&A

will have to wait until it's on the table.

I put two jugs of wash water on the back stoop,

and frankly, you could use it.

What have you been doing?

Stuff I'd rather not talk about if it's all the same to you.

Okay.

Don't even think about leaving.

Absolutely not.

( somber theme playing)

Tin beef I'm afraid.

Hardly the choice of French chefs, but...

It was wonderful.

Thank you.

The supermarket is full of deer, did you know that?

Now that the produce is gone,

they're sticking mainly to the cereal section.

Mmm.

To friendship.

Are we going to be friends, Nadine?

Mm.

Very good friends.

You're planning on going west, aren't you?

To him?

What would put a crazy idea like that in your head?

Oh, I got lots of crazy ideas.

Just wait and see.

You're a virgin, aren't you?

It's all right. I am too.

You?

Me.

And I'm gonna stay that way

because it's for someone else to change it.

Who?

Don't be dense, Harold.

But we can still do things.

Things you wouldn't believe.

Everything but that one thing,

and it's such a little thing really.

How would you know?

Pull Tab A, Harold. And shut up.

( ominous theme playing)

To new acquaintances.

And absent friends.

FARRIS: The disappearance of the old woman

might just be for the best.

People should be free to judge for themselves

what the lights in the sky are.

Or if God sometimes does speak in the thunder.

You think she's dead.

No.

She should be.

But I don't think she's done yet,

or done with us.

Look, uh, judge...

I wanted to talk to you.

There's no need to twist yourself into knots, Larry.

I know why I'm here.

And I accept.

How do you know that?

If someone on the committee's been leaking information...

Nobody's been leaking anything.

At least not to me.

I merely asked myself what my first priority would be

if I were in your shoes.

The answer, of course, is information.

That means spies.

Well, we like to call 'em scouts.

Okay.

Scouts, by all means.

And each of we scouts...

is to be ignorant of the others.

In case of capture... or torture.

If you don't think you can make it,

you just say so.

'Cause you're not gonna be much good to anyone

lying dead of a heart attack

beside some ranch road in New Mexico.

(chuckles)

I'll leave tomorrow,

in that, uh, four-wheel drive of mine.

North to Wyoming, then due west.

I'll be cold.

I'll be lonely.

My bowels will not work properly,

but also, I will be clever.

Yeah, I suppose you will.

( ominous theme playing)

Did you enjoy that, Harold?

(sighs)

Yes.

(laughs)

But it couldn't have done much for you.

Au contraire.

You know, it looks like blood.

Guess it's why they use it in Communion services.

Drink up, Harold.

How did you get into my house?

He told me there would be a key under the stoop...

and there was.

Aren't you gonna drink your wine, Harold?

Flagg told you how to get into my house.

Yes.

He also said...

you have reason to hate them.

All of them.

It's the woman, isn't it?

You loved her.

But that didn't stop Redman, did it, Harold?

Well, she was mine!

And the committee!

That old woman left me off

and she let that hick Brentner on!

I'm surprised she didn't let his feeb friend on as well.

There's someone in the west

who will never take what's yours, Harold,

and he's waiting for us.

I know. I know he is.

Then drink your wine.

( somber theme playing)

I guess this is it, Tommy.

Tom?

You all right?

Time to go and see the elephant.

That's right.

Travel at night. Sleep in the day.

Come back when the moon is full.

Tell what I saw.

That's right, Tommy.

Hey.

Nice of Ralph to loan you his hat, huh?

He said, uh, to take good care of it

and give it back to him when I come home.

It's just what I wanna do.

Wish you were going with me, old pal.

I wouldn't be so scared. Heh.

Thanks, Nick.

I always forget stuff like that.

I hate being retarded.

Bye.

See you later, alligator!

After a while, crocodile!

(sighs)

Relax, Miss Goldsmith.

Okay. Please call me Fran, okay?

Fran.

(laughs nervously)

(exhales)

Oh.

Have you gained any weight?

Oh, just 5 pounds or so.

Is he gonna be all right?

He or she is going to be just fine, Fran.

Really?

I wanna see you as soon as you're dressed.

Okay. Thank you.

You are so lucky.

Brad and I are already trying.

How lucky I am remains to be seen, doesn't it?

The flu.

Who says it's gone?

And who knows if our babies are gonna be immune?

( ominous theme playing)

(crow caws)

Hey. You're a card, huh?

Yeah, a wild card.

(gasps)

FLAGG: Do it, Harold.

Go for it.

(gasps)

Harold, were you dreaming?

They'll be having regular meetings, won't they?

I mean, they'll have to.

In fact, they probably already started.

Who?

Their committee, Nadine!

Oh, I don't know, I guess.

And there's dynamite in the city storage shed.

Tons of it.

He told me. He showed me.

Harold, what are you talking about?

A surprise.

A big, loud one.

Probably not next week, but soon.

Nadine...

you look so tasty.

So juicy.

Do I?

Yes.

Come here.

MAN: All runways clear.

That's a good morning's work.

What I'd like is a nice nap.

Huh! Yeah. Yeah, right.

How come the big guy wanted the runway cleared anyway?

Do you wanna have a nice life in Vegas, Ritchie?

Good working conditions, retirement, benefits?

Sure.

Then don't ask why Flagg does things.

That's the best idea. Believe me.

Hey, Moose. Moose.

Hey, Moose!

Huh?

Stick this cooler in the back of the truck.

Oh, sure.

And get the toolkit

out of the cab and take it into the hangar office.

You bet.

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

(chuckling): Oh, God.

( rock theme playing)

CARL: Easy, easy. I'm on the wing.

Watch it, Trash. I am, Carl.

TRASH: It's okay.

Be careful, Trash. That's a bomb.

STU: We want you to look at the airfields

and see if people are getting planes ready to fly.

Or maybe missiles.

(gasps)

I told you to put the toolbox in the office.

Not be in here snooping around.

I just heard something...

I don't wanna hear your retarded excuses.

Now get the hell outta here.

Everything all right, Barry?

Yeah, fine.

(indistinct chatter)

(horn honks)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(disco music playing over stereo)

♪ Boogie people ♪

Harold?

♪ Got to boogie down ♪

♪ Boogie people ♪

Harold?

Harold?

(silences music)

Harold?

(sighs)

What the hell are you doing?

Don't screw with my disco, Nadine.

Is everything all right? No.

If I had dropped this, you would be washing

my guts out of your pretty white hair for the next two weeks.

I'm sorry.

Let me make a suggestion, my little disco queen.

Take a walk.

A walk?

Yes, a walk.

Because, you see, I have no idea how old this stuff is.

I do know that old dynamite sweats pure nitroglycerine.

So take a walk.

And if you hear a very loud bang,

that will probably be me

going to that great disco inferno in the sky.

All right. If you're sure.

Yes, buzz.

Make like a library and book.

♪ Boogie people ♪

♪ You've got to boogie down ♪

♪ Uh-huh, just get on down ♪

♪ Boogie people ♪

♪ Outbreak is goin' around ♪

♪ People ♪

♪ People ♪

( ominous theme playing)

(knocking)

Hello? Fran?

Anyone home?

(panting)

Nadine?

What?

We're damned.

Yes.

I know.

(piano playing)

(indistinct chatter)

(chuckling)

Larry, come on.

Okay, order.

(piano plays deeply)

Yeah, I'd like to call this meeting to order.

(indistinct chatter)

( ominous theme playing)

GIRL: Come play with me, come on.

Grammy Abagail?

Oh, my God, it's her.

GINA: Grammy Abagail!

She's come back.

(indistinct chatter)

GINA: Grammy Abagail, Grammy Abagail!

BOY: Come on, we better go on.

( menacing theme playing)

Harold... Nadine.

It's... Here.

Use this. It's perfectly accurate.

All right. But, uh, Harold...

Nadine, just tell me when it's 9:15.

Until then, keep your yap shut.

It's going to look beautiful from up here.

MAN: The law committee held four meetings last week

and will hold two meetings this week

in order to finalize the regulations

and procedures to establish...

ABAGAIL: Fran.

The meetings are going very slowly.

ABAGAIL: Nick's house.

What the hell?

Listen, we have to get out of here. Right now.

Ralph, what is it? He's right, something's wrong.

It's in the closet.

ABAGAIL: The closet.

(Nick screaming)

Nick, Nick, don't... Out!

( suspenseful theme playing)

Out, my dear. We gotta go, we gotta get out.

Do it, Harold. Do it.

HAROLD: This is Harold Lauder.

(over radio): I do this of my own free will.

RALPH: Go, go!

Nick, Nick! No, don't.

(woman screams)

(static over radio)

Fran? Fran?

Help!

Help me!

(gasps)

( mysterious theme playing)

Am I dead?

No, child. Heh.

You ain't dead.

Then why am I here?

You're here to do God's will, child.

Just like everyone else.

God didn't bring you together to make a committee

or Free Zone.

He brought you together to send some of you further.

It's Stuart who must lead, now that Nick's gone.

Lead? Lead where?

Why, out west, little girl.

You're not to go.

Only these four:

Stuart, Ralph, Larry and Glen.

You'll buy...

No, Stuart's not going anywhere.

He's gonna stay with me when I have my baby.

Neither one of us is gonna have anymore to do

with your Killer God.

The Devil's Imp has called his bride

to put her with child.

Will he let your child live, little girl?

Oh... (sobbing)

Father, mother, wife, husband.

Sin against them,

the prince of high places.

I have sinned in pride, so have you all.

That's past now.

It's time now to give over your will

to the will of God.

It's time to make your stand.

FRANNIE: No. Shh, shh.

Frannie.

(sobbing)

Frannie, wake up, honey. Wake up.

Did I lose the baby? No, no.

The baby's okay. Oh, my back.

STU: Doc says it's whiplash.

DOCTOR: You won't be running

the hundred-yard dash for a few months,

but I think you'll be all right to move.

Try to sit up.

Here.

Oh...

Nick's dead.

Yeah.

How'd you know? She told me.

Who else died?

No, we can talk about that later...

No, who else?

Chad Norris.

Al Bundell.

Andrea Terminello.

Dick Ellis.

Susan Stern. Oh...

Twenty or so wounded. Who did it?

GLEN: It looks like Harold Lauder and that Cross woman.

Where are they? Are they gone?

Yeah.

ABAGAIL: Send them out.

All but those that are left

of your committee.

All right, ten minutes.

No more.

Come on, people.

If you're not part of the committee, out. Let's go.

ABAGAIL: Stay.

This concerns you and Fran

as much as these men

who have to go into the wilderness.

What do you mean, "into the wilderness"?

This is God's will, given me as I wandered

into my own wilderness.

Draw close around me.

Tell us, Mother. You... You four men

are to go west, to take no food or water,

but to go this very day

in the clothes you now wear.

You are to go on foot.

I'm in the way of knowing

one will fall by the way,

but I don't know which it will be.

I'm in the way of knowing

the others will be taken before this Flagg,

who isn't a man but a creature

from beyond the world.

I don't know if you will defeat him.

I only know God wants you to go,

and with God's help, you will stand

and be true.

FRANNIE: And what if we say no?

Frannie, come on. What?!

Your will is as free as that of Eve

in the Garden, child.

"Go where ye lists"

has always been God's way.

But... this is what God wants of you.

Be true.

Stand.

(exhales)

( dramatic theme playing)

GLEN: It is finished.

White magic, that's all that's left.

FRANNIE: Stuart, please say no.

Please.

Frannie, I think if even one of us says no,

then maybe we all die.

(sobbing)

Take care of yourself.

I love you, you know.

( somber theme playing)

Swear to me that you'll come back.

Fran... Come on, God can't run all of it.

Swear to me you'll come back.

I swear to try. That's not good enough!

Thanks.

Thanks.

We have to go. Tell me you love me.

You know I do.

But I need to hear you say it.

I love you.

Stuart.

I love you.

GLEN: All right, Kojak. Come on, boy.

Time to go.

Come on, Kojak, let's go.

Please, God, if you're there.

Please take care of them.

( folk theme playing)

(caws)