Holy geez, mister. What happened to your eye?
- _ - This painting.
Tell me about it.
Just the most vivid dream I ever had.
Are we having the same dream?
My name is Abagail Freemantle.
God wants you to be my voice.
You come see me at Hemingford Home, Colorado.
- This is Fran. - You didn't say
- she was pregnant. - Well, she wasn't pregnant.
Least, I couldn't tell she was.
Either you stay with the guy
who's helped you stay alive these last couple weeks,
saved your life in Ogunquit...
Jesus.
... or...
you can throw in with this happy asshole and his fucking dimples.
Whoa! Whoa!
Just saved my fucking life, man.
Nadine, I need you to kill the witch
and the five puppets
- she put in charge there. - Kill them?
How?
I've already found the weapon.
- Just need you to pull his trigger. - Jesus Christ.
Someone crucified this man, Larry.
I couldn't be forgiven until I deliver a message.
- What message? - He's coming.
If you're reading this, that means you're alive.
I wish I could reach out to you,
ask if you care how you got there,
what kind of lines had to be crossed.
Doing our best to rebuild.
Start humanity again, like rebooting a computer.
That's the plan, anyway.
- Come here. - Mm.
- How you feeling? - Uh, I've felt better.
Are you sure you don't want to do this for me?
All right, Kojak.
I'll see you a little later, okay?
Michelle, honey, they're starting soon. Grab a seat.
Uh, welcome. So,
for those of you who don't know me...
- Speak up! - Yeah.
- You got to speak up. - Speak up!
Sorry. Uh...
For anyone who doesn't know me, uh...
- I... - How about you start
by telling us about that poor fella
you brought into the infirmary yesterday.
Who was that guy?
Supposed to have had wounds on him
like we might've learned about in Sunday school.
I still don't think I should be the one doing the talking.
Yes, you should.
Yeah, I mean, you have the most charisma, so...
Yeah. You guys just don't want to do it. It should be Glen.
He's way smarter than I'll ever be.
- No. - Anything I say
is just gonna be a warmed-over version
- of what he told me. - Hey, hey, hey.
I appreciate the vote of confidence,
East Texas, but no, no, no.
These people want to know things are gonna be okay.
- The messenger... - Thank you.
The messenger, way more important
than what comes out of his mouth.
People are really scared, baby.
They need to be reassured.
What's so reassuring about me?
Plus, people love an accent.
Hmm?
- It's true. - I don't have an accent.
Just a little bit.
I understand that... I-I understand.
They can't even tell us
when the goddamn electricity's gonna be back on!
Remind me, who has more experience working a crowd?
Come on!
- We're-we're look... We're gonna address... - Wow. Wow.
Oh, Mr. Impening. Mr. Impening.
Everybody, please!
Mr. Impening,
that is some incredible passion you have there.
But, as you know, there's a bunch of folks in here
who have been working in that power station
all day, every day.
And I imagine they could always use another set of hands.
You know, put that passion to work. Right?
Matter of fact, let's have all those people stand up.
Come on, really. Everybody who's been on the power station crew.
- Right, yeah. - Yeah!
Please, yes.
And while we're showing our gratitude,
where are the guys from the body crew?
Body crew guys, stand up, please.
Yes!
And our teachers, Miss Nadine Cross and Sofia Jacobs.
Please, ladies,
- take a bow. - Yes!
Now, as far as Mr. Impening's last question about the power,
our hardworking power station crew has invited
all of us to join them
right back here this Friday night.
The power is coming back on!
All right.
Yes!
Which brings us...
Which brings us back to Mr. Impening's first question.
And for that, I'm going to hand things back over to my friend Stu.
And I hope that you show him the respect he deserves.
"What exactly do we tell them?"
Well, you know where I stand. We tell them the truth.
"What's the truth?"
Oh, it's too early in the day
for me to get all metaphysical. I don't really know.
But, Glen, actually, we don't know what happened to this guy.
All we know is what he told us.
Well, we know he didn't put spikes
through his own goddamn hands and feet.
I'm not saying he's lying.
I mean, we actually can't rule that out, for one.
All we've got is the deluded ravings
of a brutalized and dying man.
And, okay, let's say that we panic everybody.
We tell them that the-the "bogeyman" from their nightmares
is real, and he's on the other side
of those mountains, and then it turns out that this kid
just had schizophrenia,
or-or he was driven to hallucinations.
I'm sorry, a-am I the only person here
that saw this guy's goddamn eyes turn black?
- I saw it. Yeah. - Yeah?
But this is what I'm talking about. We don't...
We don't actually know what we saw.
No, no, she's right.
We risk a lot by inferring more than we know.
All right. So, what do you want me to do? You want me to lie?
That's not fair.
What? What'd he say?
Frannie.
He's asking if you care more
about your personal sense of honor
than protecting this place.
Okay, that's... No.
What? No. That... Nick.
That is not true at all.
Protecting this place is all that I care about.
But I do think there's some room in there for the truth.
- Stu. - Yeah.
You wouldn't have to lie.
Just-just... You just don't say more than you know.
Never pegged you for a politician.
Desperate times.
Uh, yeah. I guess most of you know by now
that, uh, we found a fella out on the road yesterday
who's in pretty bad shape.
Simplest explanation is,
well, he ran into the wrong guy out there.
And as awful as that is, it highlights what we've got here.
Why Mother A brought us all together.
Keep us safe in these uncertain times.
That's why we're asking for volunteers
to start a city watch to patrol our streets.
Seeing as the body crew's just about finished
with their work, yeah,
we, uh, we hope we can count on those selfless souls
who took on that task to now take on this one.
Officer Teddy Weizak.
Which brings us to our...
This really is the end of the world.
... last order of business.
Mother Abagail asked these five people up here on this stage
to help us take the lead
in getting this place running, up on its feet.
Well, as I look around this room,
seems to me we're on our feet now.
Yes!
What happened?
And that means it's time for you all to take a vote
on who you want in charge.
Mr. Chairman?
- Yes, Harold? - Hi.
I think since you're all doing such a fantastic job,
I'd like to put a motion on the floor to accept the slate
of ad hoc committee members in toto
as the permanent committee.
If they'll serve, that is.
Aye!
- Aye! Let's do it! - Aye!
Good idea!
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Hello, Harold.
Oh, fuck.
I didn't mean to scare.
I'm Nadine.
I-I know.
I've seen you.
I mean, u-um...
I was... I was at your school last week.
- I was on the body crew. - I know who you are...
Harold.
Are you gonna shoot me?
Oh.
Uh...
No. No, of course not.
Good.
Because we have a lot to talk about.
We do?
Can I get you a drink?
I didn't come here to drink, Harold.
The man who gave me this?
He sent me here to find you.
He believes we can do great things together.
What man?
We don't have time for this.
You know him.
He certainly knows you.
What do you want from me?
I want to make your dreams come true.
You're a virgin, aren't you?
That's okay.
So am I.
And I'm gonna stay that way.
For him.
But other than that one little thing...
... between now and when we leave this place,
we can do whatever you want.
Wait.
We're leaving Boulder?
Well, eventually.
But first,
we need to complete our task.
What's our task?
You want to kill Stu Redman.
What?
Don't you?
Yes.
- What about the others? - The others?
The old witch and her five little chosen.
And then we go to him.
I... am his queen, Harold.
And you... you can be his prince.
All of your dreams...
I'm sorry.
Hey.
Don't be.
Just figure out how we're gonna kill them.
I guess that's why he chose you.
_
Another nightmare?
Yeah.
You slept at all?
Can't. Hmm.
Why?
Too much to think about.
I'm thinking about you, Frannie.
It's all I ever think about.
- Oh, no, no. No, no, no. - Yes. Yes.
- Please. Please. - Stop. Stop it. Stop.
- Stop, Harold. Stop. - Please, Frannie.
- No. - Frannie, I love you.
- You don't. You don't. - I l... I do.
- No, you don't. Stop it. - I love you, Frannie.
- I've loved you since the day we met. - Stop it.
And now look at... look at what's happened to the world.
Everything that's happened, it's...
This is how it's supposed to be.
- No, it's not! - For us.
No, it's not! I don't... I don't feel these things for you.
I will never feel these things for you.
This is about Stu Redman, isn't it?
No.
Okay.
- Are we good, Harold? - We're fine, Frannie.
Go back to sleep.
- Glen. - Hmm?
- Well, look at that. - Okay.
I was getting kind of worried.
Worried that Harold was gonna give up
on that whole sign business.
In case you decided to follow him.
Eh, we keep going like we're going,
surprised we won't catch 'em before sundown tomorrow.
Unless they get off the 81.
And they won't.
Because?
Well, because Harold will be taking the optimal path.
Let's just say we, uh...
He made an impression.
I'd say they both did.
This'll be fun to get around.
Nice of the guy,
just leave his trailer exactly in the center of the road.
Screw us up from beyond the grave.
"He died as he lived,
a fucking douchebag."
Hey!
Man, we're glad to see you.
We were starting to worry we were the last two people left on Earth.
Wh-What do you think, we're some kind of threat?
Not to me.
Put those on.
Oh, rise and shine!
Something I want to show you.
Kind of a... demonstration.
¡Vamos!
Come on!
Way I figure...
Oh, my God!
... things all started to go south
soon as people decided
we all had to be equal.
Made a whole bunch of rules
so beta male snowflakes like this one here
wouldn't have to compete on an even field.
We're back to nature now.
Alphas on top.
I'm gonna give you a chance, kid.
Shot at the title.
You win,
you get to take over the pride.
Please don't hurt him.
You hear that, snowflake?
That's all the faith she has in you.
Might as well go around with your balls in her pocket.
Please. Please.
No, come on.
Don't tell me that's all you got.
Come on.
Come on. Here.
Oh, I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry. - Well, that's a start. Huh?
Come on. Come here.
It's okay.
Come here.
N-No.
I bet there's more where that came from, huh?
What you looking at her for, huh?
She can't help you.
This here's your situation.
Yeah. Daddy's not coming.
Mommy's not coming.
The cavalry's not fucking coming.
You got two choices, Romeo.
You can man up and do something...
Or lay there...
and watch.
Come on.
Oh, my God.
Whoa. Easy.
You're all right.
So that's why we... came after y'all.
Want to see if you want to join our little caravan to Boulder.
What do you think about that?
See if there's any meaning behind all this.
That's, um...
That's a lot to take in.
I understand.
How come we never figured out we were having the same dreams?
Well, I suppose we had one or two other things to think about.
Look, Mr. Redman,
all this stuff you're asking us to believe...
I ain't asking you to do anything, Harold.
I'm just... I'm telling you what I know.
And what do you know?
A bunch of people having similar dreams?
Doesn't mean we should all go looking
for the magic lady in the cornfield.
She's not in the cornfield, Harold. She's in Colorado.
Didn't she tell you that?
Y-Yes. Yes.
No, I...
Okay. I was making a point.
I bet we've all dreamt about falling, too.
Didn't mean we actually were.
I think I know what Harold's problem is.
Glen.
No, no, no.
You are a man of science.
Am I right? Harold?
I thought I recognized a fellow traveler.
See, because I can see the mistake you're making, Harold,
'cause I made the same one myself.
The mistake I'm making?
The reason we have spent our entire lifetimes
not believing in what so many of our species were so...
determined to believe in...
God and magic and...
Not because it wasn't true, Harold.
It's because there was no proof that it was true.
See?
Think about the first man to look into the microscope.
What's it all mean?
Could be that psychic is nothing more than just a germ.
Or maybe it'll turn out that every word of the Bible
was true.
Right?
The point is, as a man of science,
don't you kind of want to know?
Come with us.
Let's see how far down the rabbit hole goes.
Can't sleep either, huh?
Yeah, I'm surprised anyone can.
Yeah.
Are you having other dreams?
One with a man in them?
Yeah.
Calls himself the Dark Man.
Mostly, I just see his wolf.
You didn't mention that earlier.
Well, you didn't mention it either.
I know.
It's a little easier to admit
that you're seeing a nice old lady
instead of a leering psycho with a coat hanger.
I'm pregnant.
Well, I guess that figures.
Glen's painting?
The one we told you about,
the reason we came after you?
You're pregnant in it.
Like, more pregnant.
Hmm.
You didn't mention that before, either.
Well, we didn't want to say anything in front of the group,
'cause we didn't...
we didn't know if you wanted to keep that a secret.
No, I'm not keeping it a secret.
Just...
... haven't told anybody.
Just my dad.
And now me?
Yeah.
Now you.
I'm so fucking scared.
It's okay.
You're okay.
Telling us you couldn't get cop uniforms?
We didn't look.
- Because? - 'Cause we ain't cops.
Look, I told you all this before.
It bears repeating.
We got no laws to enforce.
Most of you were on the body crew.
That was about maintaining public safety, same as this.
- Do we at least get guns? - Oh, boy.
Look, you want to carry a gun,
God knows there's plenty of 'em laying around,
but, Teddy, you want to shoot your dick off, that's on you.
I ain't taking you to the doctor.
You shoot somebody else,
better be because you had no choice.
Is everybody clear about the, uh, duty schedule
and radio channels and all that stuff?
- Yup. - Sweet.
Oh, and when they do turn the juice back on,
all right, remember to keep your eyes peeled.
You see any light, we need it turned off.
No undue stress on the grid, right?
Everybody got that? All right.
We thank you all again.
Appreciate your efforts.
Means a lot. Don't forget your walkies
and your headlamps, flashlights over here.
- Come on up. - All right.
Headlamps.
- Thank you. - Check it out, Hawk.
Boulder Baywatch.
If you say so.
Oh, hey, Greizman came across a bunch of Blu-rays
last night at the Gas 'n Sip.
She's giving me first crack. Be right back.
- That's for you. - Thank you.
Pardon me. Excuse me. Greizman, hey!
- Hey, looks good on you. - Thanks, Stu.
_
All right, we're all set.
- Looking good. - Oh, what's wrong?
Nothing.
You think he's still alive?
- Who? - The Rock.
I mean, he could be, right?
Yeah, he could be.
No way to know for sure.
Wouldn't that be great, Hawk?
I mean, you think it's possible?
These days... anything's possible.
Trouble is, we still don't know what we're up against
with regard to this "Darkest Man"
or whatever the hell we're gonna call him.
Nick says Mother Abagail only see bits and pieces.
Right? Seems to me we need to send somebody, or bodies,
out to Vegas and just see what the hell's going on.
Spies.
Well, I'm just gonna call 'em "scouts."
Okay, well, whatever you call 'em,
they're not gonna learn anything just by watching.
They're gonna have to get in there,
inside, secretly.
Fair enough. Spies it is.
Well, that's gonna be dangerous.
Yeah.
How many people will we send?
Seems right. Just got to make sure
the three of 'em don't know about each other.
We couldn't ask for volunteers?
I'll do it.
- No. - Why?
- It's out of the question. - Why? Why not?
- It can't be any of the five of us. - Oh, thank God.
Why? 'Cause we're all so irreplaceable?
Well, now that you bring it up, yeah.
Five of us are kind of crucial to the running of this place.
But even if we weren't,
I mean, given the visibility of the committee,
it's bound to be noticed, anybody disappears.
Word's liable to get to Vegas before we did.
I don't like it. I don't like the idea of hanging back in the weeds
and sending some other poor souls
to maybe get crucified on a telephone pole.
I'm not a politician,
but don't you feel, Stu, like we should do something?
Now, look, if we're gonna go down this road,
I think it's important to acknowledge
this is a direct violation
of Mother Abagail's instructions.
I think we can all agree
there's no point in asking her permission
to send a bunch of spies out to Vegas, 'cause,
- she's not gonna give it. - No.
So the question is... we gonna do it anyway?
He says, "If we're not prepared to lead, then why are we here?"
If we're ready to start choosing,
I have a name I'd like to put in for nomination.
Dayna Jurgens.
So you want me to drive myself
across the Rocky fucking Mountains
with no ability to call for help,
so pretty much any significant car trouble
is probably a death sentence?
And then 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,
and then slip back past the border guards,
haul my ass through the desert
and the mountains again
to show up here and then tell you what I saw?
All right.
- I'm in. - Who else? Larry, you got one?
Judge Farris.
True, she's on the older side,
but maybe that'll make the Dark Man less...
less primed to suspect her.
You know he's got to be looking for a move like this.
Also, I'm certain she'll say yes.
- Is everything okay? - At the risk of being blunt,
if we lose her, we won't have lost someone
with 50 good years in front of them.
Yeah. Objections?
Of course I understand the risks.
And... of course I accept.
Honored to, in fact.
Wouldn't I have to be an awful coward to say no?
So, does anyone have a third?
What?
I was hoping somebody else
would have a name on the tip of their tongue
so I wouldn't have to say this one out loud, but...
hey, I really think we ought to consider Tom Cullen.
- Oh, God. - I know what you're gonna say.
No, you don't.
I think you might be right.
He's the last person that Flagg would ever expect.
Yeah, but do you think he can pull it off?
I think he'd say yes. You know, he-he loves this place,
loves Mother Abagail, maybe more than the rest of us.
Is he capable of making the decision?
Look, he survived for a long time before he met any of us.
Even Nick told us that he was doing fine even after Captain Trips.
And...
... who are we to say what he's capable of?
"Tom will surprise you."
_
M-O-O-N, and that spells "Hemingford Home."
Shame we can't just ask Mother Abagail for directions, but...
guess it doesn't work that way.
You dangerous?
I guess you'd probably say no either way.
Did you follow me in here?
What?
You deaf?
No fooling?
Still, it's...
it's not like you're not hot, anyway.
What happened to your eye?
Never made it with a deaf guy before.
Oh, my God, I've been so lonely.
Hey, mister,
look what I found.
Oh.
Hey, hey.
Guns aren't toys.
Yeah, you bet your ass!
Who the hell are you?
My name is Tom Cullen.
I'm 42 years old
- and developmentally disabled. - What are you,
- some kind of feeb? - Ms. Sykes says,
"Labels are limitations."
What, is he some kind of feeb, too?
Is that why he don't talk?
No, ma'am, he can't talk.
Can't hear, either.
He can write, though.
Problem is, I can't read.
Did I tell you that already? Sometimes I forget.
It's a lot to remember.
Jesus H. Christ!
A deaf-o and a feeb.
Oh, these really are the end of times.
All we need now is a leper.
Read that.
Oh, shit. He really can't read, can he?
Ah.
You see, your friend here wants me to tell you his name.
It's "Amari Tard."
Come on now. Say it with me.
Am...
a... ri... Tard.
Wait. Are you sure that's what he wrote?
Oh, I'm sure.
His name's Nick Andros.
Nick.
Nick. My friend Nick.
Hmm.
The Nickster.
Well, her-her name is "Mother"?
No. Mother Abagail.
That's who we're gonna see.
Why don't you just head over to the plumbing section,
and chug a little drain cleaner, all right?
Hey.
Don't you think that it's time
for you to ditch that tard?
I mean, don't tell me you like dragging his sorry ass around.
Hmm?
What?
Tard?
Well, I'm just being honest.
It... It's what he is.
Handi-capable.
Even he knows it.
What, are you leaving?
You really choosing a tard over me?
All right, fine.
Just go then, you deaf faggot!
You're not even that hot anyway.
Probably got a tiny little dick.
Hey, wait.
Please don't leave me.
I'm-I'm sorry.
Oh, you can't hear me, can you?
You know what?
How about I try something a little louder?
Come on, come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Yeah, you better run, feeb motherfuckers!
Nick.
Oh, Nick.
I'm sorry she turned out to be a bad person.
I know it'd be nice for you to have a girl along with us.
- _ - I guess we'll have a girl along with us
once we find Mother Abagail,
but that's not really the same, is it, slugger?
_
What are we looking at?
_
I guess you're right, Gloria.
I don't think anyone's coming.
I don't think there's much water left.
And the pills...
I'll be lucky if I see tomorrow morning.
I'm just not sure I will.
Mother Abagail? Hello!
Is anybody here?
What if there's nobody here?
Oh.
Hello, Nick.
I'm Tom. From my head.
Tom Cullen.
You know my whole name?
I know your whole name.
You're Mother Abagail.
I am.
We found you.
Yes, you did.
M-O-O-N.
- Spells "Mother Abagail." - That's right.
Tom, can you say that back to us?
"Go and watch.
Then come back and tell."
Tell what?
How many people, how many guns.
Did I see the bad man from your dreams?
That's really good, Tom.
You come across their people in Las Vegas
when you first arrive,
and they ask you how you got there, what do you tell them?
Rode my bike from my hometown, May, Oklahoma. Boomer, Sooner!
After everyone died.
And, Tom, how do you know when it's time to come back?
I'll see the... the full moon.
M-O-O-N, and that spells "full."
Then what?
Then I'll start walking back
in the direction the sun comes up.
When it comes up, I'll find a shady spot to rest
while I wait for it to go back down again.
Sleep in the light, walk in the night.
And if the Dark Man sends people after you?
Hide.
And if they find you?
If it's more than one person, run.
If it's one person, kill 'em.
Yeah.
They have no reason to doubt him.
There's no way to check out that story.
Can you remember any of the towns you passed through?
Hell, he can't even read the signs.
How the hell does he know where he's been?
No, I...
I vote "yes."
I'm with you.
I think he can do it.
Gonna need a lot to break for him, but yeah, "yes" for me.
I got to say this whole thing makes me feel like a pay toilet,
but... yes.
Well, vote's already three-oh,
so I could vote "no" and save my conscience,
and he'd still be sent into the lion's den
'cause we have a feeling that it might save us all.
But I think if we're gonna do this,
we should do it together.
Hmm?
So I vote "yes."
Sorry, folks.
That'll be all for today.
Come back bright and early tomorrow morning.
I know it must be very frustrating
to have to wait for His will to tell us what to do,
especially since I can't tell you what His will is,
which is why I insist that we take no action.
There are just too many unknowns out there.
Do you understand?
I know I haven't written to you for a couple of days.
Trying to keep a record of our debates,
part of the history of our new civilization.
Your history.
Thank you.
75,000 years ago,
the entire human population dropped
to a few thousand individuals,
not enough to fill the U Maine rink in Orono.
Few thousand people...
ancestors to every single human since,
however many billions there have been.
My loop-de-loop.
Oh, my ambulance.
Wouldn't have taken much time
to wipe them out once and for all, but they survived.
And here we are.
Do I care how they did it?
Do I judge them for it?
All right, Tommy,
you got to... you got to ride the rest of the way.
I wish my main man Nick could come.
I wish I didn't have to go all alone.
Watch the moon, and you'll be watching the moon?
Hey, Tommy, do you understand why Nick can't go with you?
Laws, yes. "Go and watch.
Come back and tell."
You have an earring.
- Bye, guys! - Yup.
Hope you'll forgive us for what we've done.
Soon as I could ditch Weizak,
I headed to the library and started reading up
on avalanche management.
Turns out the charges they use are thermobaric,
because those produce the biggest shockwave.
They also sometimes call 'em "fuel-air explosives"
because they pretty much set the air on fire.
We should keep our voices down.
What are you worried about?
I told you, the Watch is bullshit,
'cause Stu Redman is bullshit.
This is our situation, Nadine.
_
All right, here we go.
Headlamps off, flashlights off, please.
- How do I do this? Okay. - Yeah, you got it. Here.
- Yeah, you're good. - Uh, five, four,
three, two, one!
Oh...
Yeah!
- Yeah! - Yeah, Larry!
Come on, man!
Like you mean it!
Yeah!
Whoo! Shred it, Larry!
All right, Larry!
Ms. Cross?
It's Teddy Weizak.
From the body crew.
Of course.
Uh, hi.
Well, I... I guess you heard at the meeting,
we all transferred over to the Watch.
Yeah. Anyway...
You know, we're all out looking for extraneous lights
that might overtax the grid when the, uh...
What-what do you got there, school supplies?
Here, I'll help you out with them.
- Actually, you know what... - Holy shit. Hawk.
I thought that was your truck out there.
Yeah.
Well, you, uh, you remember Ms. Cross.
Hawk. Run.
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