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I got out of New York with a woman, and she killed herself.

Maybe I'm meant to be alone.

The man who gave me this, he sent me here to find you.

You want to kill Stu Redman. What about the others?

-Mister Chairman? -Yes, Harold?

I'd like to put a motion on the floor,

to accept the slate of ad hoc committee members in toto.

Ms. Cross?

Hawk... Run!

Seems to me we need to send somebody, or bodies, out to Vegas.

-How many people will we send? -Well, that's gonna be dangerous.

Which is why I insist that we take no action.

Just too many unknowns out there.

-I nominate Judge Farris. -Of course I accept.

-Tom Cullen. -Tom will surprise you.

How about I try something a little louder?

How many people? How many guns? Did I see the bad man from your dreams?

Name's Flagg. I'm gonna make you my right-hand man, Lloyd.

I'd like that.

Yeah, I have a name for nomination. Dayna Jurgens.

You want me to talk my way through

whatever trigger-happy sadists that this Dark Man has installed

as his border guards, on the remains of Las Vegas.

Then haul my ass back here, and then tell you what I saw?

I'm in.

Look, this substation is a mess.

We're barely making our quotas as it is.

So tell me, how am I supposed to keep on schedule when you pull my best guy?

Now, I did mark down that that request came direct from Mr. Henreid, didn't I?

Hey, Flashdance! Hey, Flashdance! Dayna! Come over here.

Ms. Lawry here would like a word with you.

Why don't you just come with me?

So, you like it down here in the mole rat squad?

I mean, it's not that bad. You know, help keep things running.

Oh, shit! Not enough money in the world would put me down in this hole.

Not enough anything.

Word is, you've been asking questions.

-Is that not okay? -Depends on the question.

You been asking about Mr. Flagg.

What's got you so hot and bothered to see The Man anyway?

Honestly, I have these dreams with him.

Oh, we all dream of him. That don't make you special.

I know that.

Well, the way it works is...

If you wanna get to see The Man you gotta see...

my man.

Well! Look at who we gotta here!

Dayna with a "Y", am I right?

-How do you pronounce that, Dayna? -Dayna.

Appreciate you fetching her, sugar.

And may I say... Wow, you are so fetching!

Holy shit! You're Lloyd Henreid. You're his right-hand man.

That's me, sweet buns.

I'm the one that rides the elevator all the way up, to the top.

You been gathering around town asking everybody that you need to see Flagg.

Look, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to just...

No, need to apologize. But you got Flagg intrigued.

Which has got me intrigued.

Where you been, girl?

Captain Trips' been around for months and months.

Now you kinda show up outta the blue sayin' "I need to see Flagg."

-What? You been hidin' out? -No.

I saw what was out there and it wasn't for me.

All right, well, boss man wants me to pick you up, show you a good time.

Bring you to this fine establishment.

We got an amazing society out here, and we owe it all to Mr. Flagg.

I owe my life to Mr. Flagg, because he saved me.

I was at the bottom of the barrel and he plucked me out.

And, shit, girl, look at me now!

I see it.

This place, you can be anything you wanna be here.

All it is, is a question of motivation.

Name, age, pre-Plague occupation, special skills.

-Name, age, pre... -My name is Tom Cullen.

I'm 42 years old and developmentally disabled.

Please do not be alarmed by my behavior for I have difficulty...

Shut the fuck up!

What the fuck, fellas?

Apparently, that's about all he's said since he walked up to the roadblock.

Just toss him in the slave cages.

-What's wrong? -You know Mr. Flagg's rule.

Anyone who comes here voluntarily is a citizen, no matter what.

I suggest you find him something.

Well, how am I supposed to place him if I got no idea what he can do?

My name is Tom Cullen. I'm 42 years old and I'm developmentally disabled.

Jesus fucking Christ!

Report to the front desk, Gladiator's Hall. Show him that.

Next.

Thought I thought you said you were on the top floor?

This is the top floor, as far as you're concerned.

Hey, what's up, Victor?

Boom! Everything above is reserved.

For Mr. Flagg?

Plenty of action down here, anyway.

Somebody's gotta take care of this place. Ain't that right, sweet buns?

Oh, you are always right, Daddy.

Welcome to heaven!

Hey, Weizak, if you can hear me, this is Stu.

You just sit tight buddy, okay? We're gonna come get you.

Stay warm... Try to, at least.

If you can let us know your position in any way.

Honk a horn, or a flashlight beam or anything, do it.

-Come on! -What?

Your clothes.

We're going to find you, Weizak.

Hawk. Run!

-What if they don't buy it? -What?

-What if they don't believe us? -Harold, we've been over this.

We could leave. Tonight. Now.

We're not leaving.

-'Cause of Joe? -Because of him.

Listen, Harold. We can't fuck this up.

Do you understand? We cannot let him down.

Hey, listen up! All off-duty watchmen to the amphitheater, now.

-On my way. -Copy that. Heading over.

You ever heard of a guy shooting himself in the chest?

Norris said it happens more than you think.

Said he saw it a bunch when he was as an EMT.

More common in women, but it does happen.

I didn't know the guy well, but Weizak didn't strike me as the suicide type.

Everything we been through, I'm surprised we don't see more of these.

Yeah, I guess.

You sound like you wanna say something.

It's just that, that poor guy that we found on the road

told us the devil was coming and then one of our watchmen turns up dead.

You think that's a coincidence?

I think it can be tempting to believe it's all connected,

but wouldn't necessarily make it so.

Hey, Stu, Norris here. Go to three.

Yeah, go for Stu.

You said you wanted to know as soon as Lauder got here.

Is it true?

Weizak?

Yeah, it's true, Harold. I'm sorry, I know he was your friend.

There's no possibility it was, you know, an accident?

He was just fooling around with the gun, went off by mistake?

Yeah. That is a possibility, yeah.

Takes the fucking coward's way out.

Look, Harold. It's normal to be upset...

He was thinking about opening a drive-in. Up here.

Showing the old movies that we found cleaning houses.

You think maybe I should, I should take that on?

I mean, it would give everybody a reason to come together as a community.

Yeah. I think that's a great idea, Harold.

Yeah.

I told you not to do anything having to do with the Dark Man

until we got the okay from above.

And what do y'all do?

You go and you send spies. Are you trying to start a war?

Why did you do this?

What did you think was going to happen?

After everything you've seen, after everything you've gone through!

You know he can see you.

He can see what you've done!

My God!

Oh, Nick! You were supposed to be my voice.

The Lord said it was you!

And now, you're talking about y'all sent spies!

The Israelites sent spies into Canaan.

Bought and it bought 'em 40 years in the desert.

Guess I guess we'll find out what you all have wrought.

-Oh, daddy! Are you ready for this? -Yes... You're so sexy!

Dayna-with-a-Y!

Don't be shy. Come and get some, sweet buns.

Come on, where's my bitch?

-I got a surprise for you. -Shut up!

Honey, I left something for you on the couch. You pick what you like.

-A toy? -I've got a surprise for you.

-Oh, you got a new toy for me, baby? -I got a new toy for you, Daddy.

-Oh, fuck yeah! -Yeah. Just wait till you see it.

Oh, stop it! Oh, fuck you're so hot.

-Oh God! -Look at that!

-Aren't you just a tasty little treat? -You guys gonna kiss?

Okay. Fucking shit!

Can I get in there?

Oh, yeah. I gotta get you all nice and relaxed for Mr. Flagg later.

Wait, what?

Oh, you know that Mr. Flagg tolerates you

so much better when you are relaxed.

Sidebar, really quick. Can we maybe not, please?

You know it's gonna be a big time at the fights.

And you need to get yourself correct, before you see The Man.

I've told you, like over five times.

I don't like it when you bring up Flagg. Especially when we're about...

I forgot. I'm not supposed to say "Mr. Flagg."

Okay, please stop saying his name.

-Let's just go. -No?

Fuck! Now I'm as soft as a pool floatie!

What's the matter, Daddy?

She does this every time. It's infuriating! Fuck!

Oh, man! He's just adorable. Yeah, come to mama!

You just have to say the word "Flagg"

and he starts quaking like a shittin' poodle.

Hey, Daddy, is this thing gonna happen or what?

I'll be out in a second. It's gonna happen.

Well, I was just thinking that if this isn't gonna happen right now,

then we got a little bit of time, maybe we can go shopping?

Yeah, this shit's a lost cause. Let's fucking shop.

Man!

Oh, honey.

Oh, folks. Let's hear it for those prelims.

And this is just a friendly reminder.

We only have a few minutes left to make your main event bets.

Why, I think just last night, we had a fellow win a brand new pleasure girl.

And I think it was a thousand rounds of .50-cal ammo.

Next time, folks, that could be you.

Hey, see that big fella down there, that one with the beard?

Yeah, I guess so. Why?

On my way here I ran into these two fellas.

Well, I call them the two dummies.

One of them was dumb as in, like, he can't talk. He can't hear neither.

The other one was dumb as in, like, a feeb.

They made quite the pair, like a goddamn Richard Pryor movie.

I'm pretty sure that big fella's the feeb.

I think this is a good opportunity

to acknowledge some VIPs we have in the audience tonight.

I heard a rumor Lloyd Henreid

has taken time out of his busy schedule to be with us tonight.

Lloyd, why don't you take a step forward

and give us a chance to show our appreciation

for you and everything you've given us?

Yeah!

Yeah! They're talking about me!

You know what that is. It's time for our main event.

Yes! But first, a word from our sponsor, our benefactor,

the one who makes all of this possible.

The greatest man the world has ever known.

The father of the future, Mr. Randall Flagg. Yes!

Let him hear you in the penthouse.

In the world that was, they told you it was wrong to love violence.

They told you it was wrong to love sex.

They told you it was wrong to want more.

Well, I say their time is at an end.

Our time has begun!

Citizens of New Vegas,

welcome to freedom!

So... when do we get to meet the man upstairs?

Nadine!

The old witch's powers are fading.

I can see you there now.

Even without your toy.

Why would you care? You gave me to Harold.

Is that what I did?

No, Nadine.

I gave you purpose.

We're in this together. Always.

Since the moment I found you...

Twelve years old.

Living in that state home.

Not a friend in the world.

Except me. I was your friend, wasn't I?

I didn't give you to anyone. You know who you belong to.

You belong to me. Only me.

-So, what do they think? -Exactly what I made them think.

Weizak couldn't cope. Shot himself.

What's so urgent? You could've told me that later.

Right. It's gotta be urgent for you to risk being seen with someone like me.

-Oh, God, Harold! -You didn't have to kill him.

What?

You didn't have to kill him.

I could've...

-Could've what? -I could've talked to him.

I could've... said something. He would've listened to me.

I was his friend. And he would've listened to me.

I'm your friend, Harold.

Oh, no, Harold.

Harold!

Not when we're so close.

We're almost there.

And then we go to him.

Now you remember...

-Hey! -Hi! Oh, Frannie!

-Fancy meeting you here! -I was looking for you, actually.

-I heard you were headed this way. -Who said that?

I don't know. Just someone at the Hub.

I'm so, so sorry about Weizak.

Thanks. Sure he had his reasons.

You wanna come for dinner?

Soon, I would love to have you for dinner.

-Yes. Yeah, sure. Let's find a time. -Great.

How about tomorrow? I mean, I know you're not busy.

I live with the guy who keeps the watch schedules so...

Oh, I remember. I do remember.

-Tomorrow's great. -Great!

-Tomorrow. -So tomorrow?

Okay. Don't bring anything but your appetite.

-All right. -Oh, sorry.

-Bye! -See you later.

-Hey! -Hey!

You might wanna hang back. My grip isn't too good on this thing.

-I gotta favor to ask. -What's up?

I've invited Harold over for dinner.

And you want me to make the casserole.

-I want you to search his house. -Excuse me?

We're gonna keep him busy.

You want me to break into Harold's house?

Yeah. And search it.

Looking for what exactly?

I'm not sure exactly.

Larry, I'm worried about him.

I think he might be planning something bad.

I know it sounds crazy.

It doesn't sound crazy.

Something's off about him. I felt it when I first met him.

Even Joe, he was...

It doesn't sound crazy. But what did Stu say?

Because you didn't tell him, Frannie. Of course, you didn't.

It's a conflict of interest if he knows. He's the Night Watch captain.

When Harold gets to our house, I'm gonna call you on Stu's walkie.

And I know that Harold has a Night Watch walkie of his own,

which is why we're gonna use the private channels.

And then when dinner's wrapping up, I'll call you again. Right?

Yeah.

Bring your top hand down to meet the bottom one when you swing.

It won't sting as much on your hands. It's like baseball.

-Thanks, Larry. -Thanks.

Joe!

Joe! Come on! Lunch is ready.

I'm gonna eat it if you don't hurry up!

Joe?

Joe?

Joe!

Have you seen my... The little boy?

Thank God!

Joe, you can't do that. You cannot run off like that.

I mean, not even to Mother Abagail's house, okay?

-I was worried sick! -I'm sorry about that.

I think this is my fault.

But we were having such a good time talking,

time just got away from us, I think.

He talked to you?

Yeah, well, there's talking and then there's talking.

Anything I should know? His name, maybe?

No, we did not get that far.

You know his mind is muddled

and filled with things no child should have ever seen.

Do you play piano?

No. One of the foster homes I was at had one of these though.

I thought it was a sign that, you know, it was gonna be different

from all the other places,

but turns out music can't stop people from being people.

No, it doesn't.

Personally, I don't know anything about the piano.

It was here when I got here.

But I keep the top open so the little ones can see what's going

on when they press a key.

Seems to make them comfortable.

You know, I've noticed how well you and Joe get along.

You're not blood. You take really nice care of the boy.

-It's not like I had a choice. -Oh, no. You have a choice.

You had a choice, you chose to keep him safe.

You had a choice and you chose to keep him comfortable.

We all have choice until we don't.

Yeah, if that works for me... If it works for him, it's fine.

You take a six o'clock. Move it to tomorrow.

What about Tuesday? We have a little conflict there.

Well, yeah, can you swap it?

-Hi! Come on in. How are ya? -I'm so glad we're doing this.

-Flowers and wine. -Great. Thanks.

-Oh, this is beautiful! -Thank you!

Yeah, let me take these things. And can I take your coat?

-Yeah. -Oh, please.

Thank you, Harold.

-How are you? How was your day? -Fabulous. How was yours?

We got dinner. I gotta go. I think you can work it out.

Sorry, I apologize. I'm not gonna be on that all night.

Working out some of the kinks as far as the patrol assignments

but I don't gotta tell you about that, do I?

It must be even tougher now that we're suddenly down a man.

Yeah.

I brought this. I can't vouch for the vintage

but seems the man who used to own my house was a collector.

Oh, great.

What do you say we look through the house.

See if we can find something to open that up with.

If our dearly departed host left us a corkscrew or something.

Larry?

-This is Larry. -He's here. It's on.

Got it. Heading out. And one more time for the record,

I can't fucking believe you talked me into doing this. I feel like an idiot.

Noted.

-What's wrong? Is it Joe? -What?

No. Joe's fine. He's sleeping.

Look, I need to talk to you.

Is there any chance that we could maybe talk later, 'cause I got...

Do you remember that day on the road when we first met?

Do you remember that?

You decided you didn't wanna be alone anymore. And neither do I.

I need you to do something for me, Larry.

You might be the only person in this world I trust.

-Wait! -I don't wanna wait anymore.

-Larry, I can't! -I mean, why now?

You wouldn't understand. I can't explain. It won't make sense.

-Nadine... -I want you to fuck me, Larry.

You don't talk like that.

Nadine, what's wrong? This isn't like you.

-You don't want me? -No, I do. I mean...

-Just not this way. -This is the only way it is.

I don't have a choice. You don't understand.

It's the only way he'll let me go, Larry.

-Who's him? -It's the only way. Please!

Nadine...

Nadine, listen, say we do this and then you wake up tomorrow feeling regretful.

And like I took advantage of you.

And then we have a falling out.

I mean, we have Joe to think about, right?

And where does that leave him?

Of course.

-I don't know what I was thinking. -Just go home.

Get some sleep.

-Want me to walk with you? -I'll be fine.

Thank you very much.

Cheers to good luck wine.

Take off! Just...

If I were a key, where would I be?

If I were a key, where would I be?

Remember that time you and Amy took me to Palace Playland?

It's an amusement park about 30 miles north of Ogunquit.

And I must be like 9 nine or 10.

And rocking through the main thorough fair-thoroughfare of the park,

and I spot an ice cream parlor.

I go in by myself first and the guy behind the counter barely even sees me.

It's like I'm not even there.

And then Frannie walks in.

-In walks Frannie. -All right, yeah.

And his whole life changes.

God, no!

And instantly just, like, "What can I do for you, Miss?"

She got us three free ice cream cones, one with chocolate on top.

-Do you remember that? -You got the face.

Yeah. Exactly.

Do you remember giving me the one with the chocolate?

Sure.

Yes.

I even felt bad about getting them for free, I guess.

What?

-I actually wasn't there, Fran. -Wait, what?

What do you mean?

I wasn't there. I was at home.

-You were there. -No.

Well, I must be thinking of another time because...

No, you never took me along.

Not to Palace Playland, not to get ice cream. Never even invited me.

It was Amy that told me that story.

-Amy's your sister? -Yeah.

And everybody just loved Amy.

Especially my parents.

Yeah, I miss her.

I was just thinking the other day,

it's a really good thing that neither of them turned out immune,

'cause then they would've had to go on without her.

-I'm sorry. -No. It's...

No. Wine's getting to me a bit harder than I thought.

-It's been a tough week with Weizak. -Hey, understandably so.

You have nothing to apologize for whatsoever.

Is there a restroom I could use and splash some water on my face?

Yeah. It's just up the stairs all the way at the end of the hall.

Thanks.

Poor kid's really going through it, isn't he?

Hey there, lover boy. Where you at? I'm back.

Whatever they wanna do, I don't want anybody out there

that hasn't yet got the proper amount of sleep, all right?

Hey, I agree. We don't want anybody doing anything foolish.

Let's keep everyone safe and accounted for.

Why don't we just keep it easy? Whatever they feel comfortable with.

You scared me.

-What's up? -I should be heading out.

Oh, no. You don't have to leave yet. The night is young.

What?

Good night, Frannie. Thanks for dinner.

Bonne nuit, Frannie.

All right. Just make sure no one's out there that hasn't got any sleep...

Lord! I don't know what I've done to offend thee, but I am heartily sorry.

Show me my sin.

Show it to me so I know how to make it better.

Talk to me and take me back into the confidences of the saints.

Stu, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

-What the hell? What are you doing? -I will tell you in a second.

Larry, get out of there, now! He's on his way back. Get out of there!

Come on! Shit!

Shit!

Please, God, I am your willing recipient.

I'm telling you, ma'am. You just give us the description of the lost item.

We'll be happy to have our custodial staff go over every inch...

It's fine. I just don't wanna put anybody...

Yes, ma'am. It's just that Mr. Henreid would prefer...

I'm sure Mr. Henreid would prefer hearing

that you did what I asked, when I asked.

Don't you think?

That's him. He's the one that was cleaning up the section right before.

Hey, stupid. Yeah, that means you, fat ass.

I'm afraid you're not going to have any luck.

This guy is dumber than a sack of hammers.

The lady's got a question for you, stupid.

My name is Tom Cullen. I'm 42 years old and developmentally disabled.

-I'll knock that shit up. -Just give me a second with him.

-Miss, I'm not sure you... -Hey, Tom. Hey!

Tom, hi. Hey, I'm Dayna. Dayna Jurgens.

-I lost something. -Okay. Do you know what it was?

Yeah, I...

Because sometimes we know we lost something, but we're not sure what.

The psych said that's a blessing

because if you're only looking for one special thing,

then anything else you find is a disappointment...

It's my bracelet. I lost my bracelet. It's silver.

My mother gave it to me. You know, it belonged to her mother.

Grandma.

It's a family heirloom.

Hair loom.

You know what? It's a waste of time.

I lost my bracelet. Something like you wear on your wrist.

Yeah, a bracelet.

Now, where is my Dayna-with-a-Y?

Tom, I lost my bracelet.

Dayna, where you been, girl?

I know how you wanted to meet Flagg. Flagg wants to meet you too.

-That's right. -Let's get the fuck outta here!

He told me. He said, "I wanna meet Dayna,"

and I said, "She actually really wants to meet you too," so...

M-O-O.

-Off with you, baby. -See ya. Wouldn't want to be ya.

Oh, the famous Dayna Jurgens.

What a pleasure!

-May I offer you a drink? -Yeah, I'll take a beer.

Well, the milk is fresh...

-And great for the bones. -Beer's just fine.

Well, your loss.

So, Dayna, let's talk about what brought you to New Vegas.

Thank you.

I've been watching you for days.

Almost since the moment you left Boulder.

-I'm sorry. I have no idea what... -No idea what I'm talking about?

No, of course you knew.

So, now what? You're just gonna kill me?

No.

No, the world's experienced too much death lately.

You mean like those poor bastards you have nailed to the power poles?

Poor bastards like Mr. Garvey?

Remind me.

What'd you do to that "poor bastard" soon as you got the chance?

The people who come here,

they come seeking my protection against the Garveys of the world,

and the only way to provide that is to re-establish order.

Now, I know the charlatan you follow claims there is a way to do that.

-That's pure Kumbaya... -Mother Abagail is no charlatan.

Now, you still haven't said what you're gonna do to me.

I'm gonna send you home.

-Why does it sound like there's a catch? -Dayna...

Who's the third spy?

Who says that there's three?

For all you know there could just be me or maybe a dozen others...

No, I know there are two other spies.

One of them's an old hag

that's been holed up on the edge of the desert for the past few days.

Stagger your arrival, huh? Very smart.

Who's the other one?

You can see so much, but you still can't see that.

That must be driving you fucking insane.

You dig that?

I learned that trick from my old lover, Konstantin Stanislavski.

He once told me that acting is all about reacting.

I was simply using what you were giving me there.

It was good.

So, you really thought you could just reach out and kill me, huh?

And then what?

Were you gonna bring this whole place down with your two friends?

No.

Now, who is it, Dayna? Who's the third that thinks they're smarter than I am?

-You can still serve me. -Never.

Never's a long time.

Who's the third spy?

Now, while I admire your determination, Dayna,

but this is starting to feel delusional.

Stu, how many people around here lock their doors, let alone their basement?

Well, probably more than you think. Hey, what are you so worried about?

I just have a really bad feeling about him.

Yeah, and I don't think you should ignore that.

But maybe, are we just...

Maybe we're just misreading this whole thing.

I tell you what I see. I see...

a kid who is in love with someone who is not in love with him,

and that can mess a person up in all sorts of ways.

Now, I know you may find this hard to believe,

but I am familiar with the complicated emotions,

is what I'm trying to say, that come with that kind of thing.

I don't want to talk about Harold anymore.

Mother Abigail?

Has anyone got eyes on Mother A?

Middle of the night. She's probably in bed.

-You check with Ray at the house? -This is Ray. I'm at the house.

-You hear that? -Yeah.

Hey, Ray. This is Stu. Go again with that.

She's gone. She left us.

What?

-You wanna elaborate on that? -Mother A!

Ray?

Ray?