_
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? - Mr. 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 would 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.
I have a name for a nomination: Dayna Jurgens.
You want me to talk my way through
whatever trigger-happy sadists
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, the 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 keep pulling my best people?
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.
Fine, just come with me.
So, you like it down here with the mole rat squad?
I mean, it's not that bad.
You know? Help keep things running.
Huh. Shit.
Not enough money in the world to put me down in this hole.
Not enough anything.
Word is, you've been asking questions.
Is that not okay?
Depends on the questions.
You've been asking about Mr. Flagg.
What's got you so hot and bothered to see the Man, anyway?
Honestly, I just, I had these dreams with him.
Oh, we all dream of him.
- That don't make you special. - I know that.
Well, way it works is,
if you want to get to see the Man,
you got to see...
... my man.
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.
Well!
Look who we got here.
Dayna with a "Y." Am I right?
- Mm-hmm. - How you pronounce that? Dayna?
- Dayna. - Appreciate you fetching her, sugar.
And may I say...
wow, you is fetchin'.
Holy shit. I mean, you're-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.
Now, apparently, you've been gabbin' around town asking everybody
that you need to see Flagg.
Look, I'm really sorry. I-I didn't mean to just...
No, no, no need to apologize.
But you got Flagg intrigued,
which has got me intrigued.
Where you been, girl?
Captain Trips has been around for months and months.
Now you kind of show up out of the blue,
saying, "I need to see Flagg."
What? You've been hiding out?
No. I just...
I saw what was out there, and it wasn't for me.
All right, well, the 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.
Shit, girl, look at me now.
I see it.
This place, you can be anything you want to be here.
All it is, is a question of motivation.
? Old black magic has me in its spell ?
? Old black magic that you weave so well ?
? Those icy fingers up and down my spine ?
? The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine ?
? Same old tingle that I feel inside ?
? And then that elevator starts its rise ?
? Down and down I go ?
? Round and around I go ?
? Like a leaf caught in a tide ?
? I should stay away ?
? But what can I do? ?
? I hear your name ?
? And I'm aflame... ?
Name, age, pre-plague occupation,
special skills.
? But only your kiss ?
? Can put out the fire... ?
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.
? And every time... ?
What's wrong?
You know Mr. Flagg's rule.
Anyone 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 developmentally disabled. - Jesus fucking Christ.
- Please do not be alarmed... - Re-Report to the front desk,
Gladiators Hall, show 'em that.
Next.
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! - Hey!
Everything above is reserved.
For Mr. Flagg?
? But when I see you hanging about with anyone... ?
Plenty action down here, anyway.
Somebody's got to take care of this place.
Ain't that right, sweet buns?
Oh, you are always right, Daddy.
? You find it happens all the time ?
? Love will never do ?
? What you want it to... ?
Welcome... to...
heaven... !
? It's not unusual to be sad with anyone ?
? But if I ever find that you've changed at any time ?
? It's not unusual ?
? To find that I'm in love with you ?
? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... ?
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Hey, Weizak, if you can hear me, this is Stu.
You just sit tight, buddy, okay?
We're gonna come get you.
Stay warm, or try to, at least.
If you can let us know your position any way,
honk a horn or a flashlight beam or anything...
- Come on. - What?
Your clothes.
We're gonna find you, Weizak.
We will, we'll find you.
Hawk.
Run.
What if they don't buy it?
What?
What if they don't believe us?
Harold, we've been over this.
W-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. - Copy that.
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 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.
Well, I'll be honest with you, after what we've been through,
I'm surprised we don't see more of these.
Yeah, I guess.
You sound like you want to say something.
It's just that... that poor guy we found on the road,
he 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, I don't know, that doesn't necessarily make it so.
- Hey, Stu. Norris here. Go to three. - Yeah.
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... there's no possibility
it was, you know, an accident, he was just...
fooling around with the gun, went off by mistake?
Yeah, that's...
that's a possibility, yeah.
Takes the fucking coward's way out.
Look, Harold, it's normal to be upset...
Hey, you know, um, he was thinking about opening
a-a drive-in up here, showing the old movies that we...
that we found in houses.
Hey, maybe I should... I should take that on.
You know, give everybody a reason to come together
as a community.
Yeah, I think that's a great idea.
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!
Aw, 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,
and it bought 'em 40 years in the desert.
I guess we'll find out what you've wrought.
Oh! Oh!
Oh, Daddy, are you ready?
You're so sexy.
Yes. So much, I want to take you home
to meet my parents.
But I love this booty so much,
I want to take you out to a nice little...
? Let's take a shower... ?
Dayna with a "Y"? Ha.
Don't be shy.
Come and get some, sweet buns.
Come on. Where's my bitch?
I got a surprise for you.
- Shut up. - Hey, honey.
I left something for you on the couch.
Why don't you pick what you like?
Ooh. A toy?
- I've got a surprise for you. - Oh, you got a new toy for baby?
Yeah, I got a new toy for you, Daddy.
- Oh, fuck yeah! - Oh, yeah.
- You like what you see? - Oh, fuck.
Oh, stop it.
I want to fuck you so hard.
Oh, you're so fucking hot.
- Mmm. - You're so fucking hot.
Oh, God! Oh!
Look at that. Oh.
Aren't you just a tasty little treat?
You guys gonna kiss?
- Oh. - Oh, yeah.
Okay.
Fucking shit.
- Oh, baby. - Oh.
Can I get in there?
Mmm. Mmm.
Oh, yeah, I got to get you all nice
and relaxed for Mr. Flagg later.
? See, you're the only one in the world that I need... ?
Wait. What?
Oh, you know that Mr. Flagg tolerates you so much better
- when you are relaxed. - 'Kay, 'kay, 'kay, 'kay, 'kay.
Sidebar really quick.
- Can we maybe not, please? - What? Well, 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-I-I've told you, like, over... five times,
I don't like it when you bring up Flagg,
- especially when we're about to fuck, okay? - Oh, that's right.
You see, I-I forgot.
I'm not supposed to say
- "Mr. Flagg," right? - Shh. Okay.
Please stop saying his name.
- Okay, okay. - You got to stop saying his name,
- or this is gonna... - All right. All right.
- Okay. Okay. - Let's just go.
- Mm.
- It's... - No?
Oh! Ah, fuck!
Now I'm as soft as a pool floatie.
- Ugh! - What's the matter, Daddy?
She-she does this every time. It's infuriating.
Oh, no. Oh.
Oh, man. He is just adorable.
Yeah, come to Mama!
You just have to say the word "Flagg,"
and he starts quaking like a shitting poodle.
Hey, Daddy, is this thing gonna happen or what?
Yeah, just... I'll be out in a second. It's gonna happen.
Mmm.
Well, I was just thinking that
if this isn't gonna happen right now,
and we got a little bit of time, maybe we can go shopping.
Yeah, this shit's a lost cause.
Let's fucking shop.
Oh.
? Don't want to wait till you know me better ?
? There ain't a reason on earth to waste it ?
? It ain't a crime to be good to yourself ?
? Lick it up, lick it up... ?
Oh, man!
Oh! Oh, honey.
Oh.
Oh, folks, let's hear it for those prelims, huh?
Oh, 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 fella win a brand-new pleasure girl.
Huh?
And I think it was a thousand rounds of 50-cal ammo.
- A thousand. - Oh. Thank you.
Next time, folks, that could be you.
Why not me?
Why not me? Why not me?
You see that big fella down there?
- Hmm? - That one with the beard?
? There's something sweet you can't buy with money... ?
Uh, yeah, I guess so. Why?
On my way here, I ran into these two fellas.
Well, I call 'em "The Two Dummies."
One of 'em was dumb as in, like, he can't talk.
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.
Ah.
I am pretty sure that big fella's the feeb.
Huh.
I think this is a good opportunity
to acknowledge some VIPs we have in the audience tonight.
I heard a rumor Lloyd Henreid...
- Oh, baby! - ... 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!
Oh, yeah!
- Yes! - Yeah!
They're talking about me.
Oh, baby, you got a little something on your face right there.
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!
Yeah!
Yes!
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!
Yeah!
So, when do we get to meet the man upstairs?
Mmm.
You belong to me.
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.
Oh.
Is that what I did?
No... Nadine.
I gave you purpose.
We're in this together.
Always.
Since the moment I found you...
12 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 have told me that later.
Oh, right, it's got to 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 have...
Could have what?
I could have talked to him.
I could have... said something.
He would have listened to me.
I was his friend.
And he would have listened to me.
I'm your friend... Harold.
Oh, no, Harold.
Harold?
Not when we're so close. Hmm?
We're almost there.
Then we go to Him.
Now you remember?
- Hey! Hi! - Hi! Oh, Frannie.
Hi.
- Fancy meeting you here. - I was...
I was looking for you, actually.
- Yeah? - I heard you were headed this way.
Who said that?
I don't know, just someone at the hub.
- Oh. - Um...
I'm so, so sorry about Weizak.
Thanks. Uh...
Sure he had his reasons.
You want to come for dinner?
Stu and I would love to have you for dinner.
Yes. Yeah, sure.
- Uh, 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.
Oh, I remember.
I do, I do.
I do remember. Um, tomorrow's great.
- Great. - Yeah.
- So tomorrow. Okay. - Tomorrow.
Don't bring anything but your appetite.
- I won't. All right. - Great. Okay.
- Oh. Ha-ha! - Oh, sorry.
It's okay. Whew!
- Bye. - Whoa. Awkward.
Bye.
See you later.
Hey.
You might want to hang back.
My grip isn't too good on this thing.
Well, I got a favor to ask.
What's up?
I've invited Harold over for dinner.
And you want me to make the casserole.
Uh...
I want you to search his house.
Excuse me?
Just... we're gonna keep him busy.
You want me to-to... break into Harold's house?
Yeah. And search it.
Looking for what, exactly?
I'm not sure, exactly.
Um, but, Larry, I'm-I'm worried about him.
I think he might be planning something bad.
- I know it sounds crazy... - Well, I just...
It doesn't sound crazy.
It's... Something's off about him.
I mean, I-I felt it when I first met him.
Even Joe, he was...
It doesn't sound crazy.
What'd 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 nightwatch captain.
Look, when Harold gets to our house,
I'm gonna call you on Stu's walkie.
And I know that Harold has a nightwatch walkie of his own,
which is why we're gonna use the private channels.
And then when dinner's wrapping up,
we'll call you again.
All right?
Yeah.
Hey, um...
bring your top hand down to meet the bottom one when you swing,
and it, uh, won't sting as much on your hands.
Baseball.
- Thanks, Larry. - Thanks.
Joe?
Come on, lunch is ready.
I'm gonna eat it if you don't hurry up.
Joe?
Joe!
Have you seen my... the little boy?
Oh, 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? - Uh...
No.
One of the...
one of 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.
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.
? One, baby count one ?
? While you're having fun with someone else ?
? Don't come around ?
- ? Two... ? - Yeah, it works for me.
If it works for him, it's fine.
- Take the 6:00, move it till tomorrow. - Yeah, what about...
what about Tuesday... ?
Yeah, can you swap... ?
Hi!
- Hi! - Come on in. How are you?
- Good. How are you? - Welcome.
- So glad we're doing this. - Yes.
- I brought flowers and wine. - Great. Thanks.
- Oh, this is beautiful! Yeah. - Thank you. Yeah.
Let me... let me take these things.
- Yeah. - May I take your coat?
- Oh... - Here.
I'll put these... Beautiful. Thank you, Harold.
Here.
How are you? How was your day?
Fabulous. How was yours?
Oh, great. It was good.
We got dinner. I got to go. I think you can work it out.
Sorry. I apologize.
I'm not... I swear I'm not gonna be on that all night.
- Harold, how are you? - Good to see you.
Just, uh, working out some of the kinks far
as the patrol assignments, but I... I don't got to tell you
- about that, do I? - Hell, it must be even tougher
now that we're suddenly down a man.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Well, I brought... this.
I can't vouch for the vintage,
but, uh, seems the man who used to own my house was a collector.
- Oh, great. - Okay.
Uh, hey, Harold, what do you say we, uh, look through the house,
see if we can find something to open that up with?
- Yeah. - If our dearly departed host
left us a corkscrew or something.
Larry?
This is Larry.
He's here. Um, it's on.
Got it. Heading out.
And, uh, one more time for the record.
Can't fucking believe you talked me into doing this.
- I feel like an idiot. - Noted.
What's wrong? Is it Joe?
What?
Uh, no. Joe...
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 to... - I-I-I...
Do you remember that day on the road when we first met?
Do you remember that?
You decided you didn't want to 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.
Wait. Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- I don't want to wait anymore. - Well, well, I...
- Larry, I can't. - I-I... I mean,
why... why now?
You can't...
You wouldn't understand.
I can't explain.
- It won't... it won't make sense. - Nadine.
I want you to fuck me, Larry.
I... You don't...
You don't talk like that.
Nadine, what-what's wrong? This is...
This isn't like you.
You don't... ? You don't want me?
Oh, I-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... ? Who's him? Who are you... ?
It's the only way.
Please.
Nadine.
Nadine, listen.
Say we do this, and you wake up tomorrow feeling regretful
and-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.
Let's go home,
get some sleep.
You want me to walk with you?
I'll be fine.
Thank you very much.
- Cheers to good luck. - Cheers. Cheers to good...
Cheers.
Take off! Just... rocket ship!
Fuck.
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?
This amusement park about 30 miles north of Ogunquit.
- Right. - And, uh, I must be, like, nine or ten.
Mm-hmm.
And we're walking through the main 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. - Mm-hmm.
- In walks Frannie... ah, yeah, yeah. - Oh, no.
- In walks Frannie. - Mm-hmm.
- And his whole life changes. - Yeah.
- Oh, yeah, of course. - Just, I mean...
- Oh, God, no. - Yeah. I mean, look at that face.
... drooling. Yeah, right?
- And instantly just like... - Right?
"What can I do for you, miss?"
She got us three free ice cream cones.
- One with chocolate on top. - I think I...
- Do you remember that? - You got the face.
Yeah, exactly.
Exactly! Do you remember giving me
the one with the chocolate?
Sure.
Mm-hmm.
Yes?
I felt bad about getting 'em 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...
Mm, 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, yeah. - Yeah?
And everybody just loved Amy.
Especially my parents.
I miss her.
Yeah, I was just thinking the other day
it's a really good thing that neither of them turned out immune.
'Cause then they would have had to go on without her.
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry. - No, it's...
- No, no. - No, no, no, wine-wine's getting to me
- a bit harder than I thought. - Hey.
It's, uh, it's been a tough week with Weizak.
- Hey, understandably so. - You have, yeah,
nothing to apologize for whatsoever, and also we...
Is there, is there a restroom I could use
and splash some water on my face?
- Yeah. - Yeah, of course, it's just up,
up the stairs, all the way at the end of the hall.
Thanks.
I mean, poor kid's really going through it, isn't he?
Yeah.
How you doing with that report? Where you at? I'm back.
Whatever they want to do. I don't want anybody out there
that hasn't gotten the proper amount of sleep, right?
Hey, I agree. We don't want anybody doing anything foolish.
Let's keep everyone safe and accounted for.
Look, let's...
Why don't we just keep it easy?
Whatever they feel comfortable with, really.
Okay.
Oh, my God.
- Boo. - You scared me.
What's up?
I should be heading out.
Oh, no, you don't have to leave yet.
The-the night is young.
What?
Good night, Frannie.
Thanks for dinner.
Sure.
Bon nuit, Frannie.
All right, well, just make sure no one's out there that's...
Oh, Lord, I don't know what I've done to offend thee,
but I'm 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. Stu. - Right, so...
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry... - What the hell, Frannie?
- What are you doing? - I'll tell you in a second.
- Hey, what... ? - Hey, Larry, get out of there now.
He's on his way back. You got to get out.
Shit. Shit.
Fuck, come on, come on.
Shit. Fuck.
Please, God,
I am your willing recipient.
I'm telling you, ma'am, if you'd 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. It's fine.
- I just don't want to put anybody... - Yes, ma'am.
It's just that Mr. Henreid would prefer...
I'm sure Mr. Henreid would prefer hearing
that you did exactly what I asked, when I asked.
Don't you think?
Yeah, 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 gonna have any luck.
This guy is dumber than a sack of hammers.
Lady's got a question for you, stupid.
My name is Tom Cullen. I'm 42 years old...
Oh, knock that shit off.
Just give me a second with him.
- Miss, I'm not sure you... - Hey, Tom. Hey.
... to the situation,
- please tell me and I will endeavor... - Tom. Hi.
Hey, I'm Dayna. Dayna Jurgens. I, um...
- 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.
Miss Sykes says 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.
Um, I lost my bracelet. It-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? Yeah.
This is...
It's a waste of time.
Look, I, uh, I lost my bracelet. You know?
Uh, something like you wear on your wrist, y-yeah. Bracelet.
- Oh, M-Miss, you... - Now, where is my Dayna with a "Y"?
Over here, Mr. Henreid.
- Tom, I lost my bracelet. - Sweet buns!
Dayna, where you been, girl?
I know how you wanted to meet Flagg.
Well, Flagg,
- he wants to meet you, too. - That's right.
- So let's get the fuck out of here, huh? - Yeah.
He told me, he said, "I want to meet Dayna,"
and I said, "She actually really wants to meet you, too... "
_
M-O-O...
- Also with you, baby. - See ya.
Wouldn't want to be ya.
? We're caught in a trap ?
? I can't walk out ?
? Because I love you too much, baby ?
? Why can't you see ?
? What you're doing to me? ?
? When you don't believe... ?
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.
Huh.
Your loss.
So, Dayna, let's talk about what brought you to New Vegas.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
I've been watching you for days.
Almost since the moment you left Boulder.
I'm sorry, I-I have no idea what you're...
No idea what I'm talking about?
No, of course you do.
So now what?
You 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? - Oh.
"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 reestablish order.
Now, I know the charlatan you follow
claims there's a way to do that that's pure "Kum-Bah-Yah."
Mother Abagail is no charlatan.
Now, you still haven't said what you're gonna do to me.
Well, 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.
Ow.
You dig that?
I learned that trick from my old lover Konstantin Stanislavski.
Yeah, he once told me that acting is all about reacting.
I was simply using what you were giving me there.
That was good.
Ooh.
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?
Ah.
No.
Now, who is it, Dayna?
Who's the third that thinks they're smarter than I am?
You can still serve me.
Never.
Well, never's a long time.
Who's the third spy?!
You know, I admire your determination, but...
this is starting to feel delusional.
? We're caught in a trap ?
? I can't walk out ?
? Because I love you too much, baby... ?
Stu, how many people around here lock their doors,
let alone their basement?
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... I mean, 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... - Mm-hmm.
- ... that come with that kind of thing. - Yeah?
I don't want to talk about Harold anymore.
_
Mother Abagail?
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 want to elaborate on that?
Mother A!
Ray.
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