Release date: December 24, 2020
Larry Underwood is a musician who was on the verge of success when Captain Trips hits, killing his mother and his former writing partner. In a now largely abandoned New York City, he meets Rita Blakemoor and starts a relationship with her. They decide to leave and are attacked by stalkers and escape into the sewers before eventually reaching the outskirts of the city. Whilst traveling, Rita commits suicide by overdosing on pills. Criminal Lloyd Henreid is arrested after a botched robbery and ends up trapped in prison when Captain Trips takes over. Growing weaker and becoming delusional, he is visited by Flagg who promises to release him on the condition that he become his “right-hand man”. Months later, Larry arrives in Boulder alongside Nadine Cross and a child named Joe. Larry discovers that Mother Abagail, the leader of the commune, has been looking for people to lead and wants him to be one of the leaders alongside Stu and Ray Brentner. Nadine begins to have visions of Flagg beckoning to her.
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♪ ♪
(grunts softly)
(flames whoosh)
(indistinct chatter)
(chatter continues)
(zipper whirs)
Oh, good. You’re up.
I made breakfast.
Uh, smells great.
Thank you.
(quietly): Sure, no problem.
Well.
Look who decided to join the land of the living.
Joe.
Joe, I’d like you to look at me, please.
When someone’s speaking to us, we look them in the eye.
You know, why don’t you guys start eating?
I’ll start packing us up.
Sure.
What do you say? Want to go get our grub on?
(Nadine sighs)
He still hasn’t put it down.
That’s good.
Get the feel. You want to be an axe man, you got to make the guitar an extension of your hands, right?
Right. (laughs) Come on.
We need to get on the road if we’re gonna get to Boulder before dark, so… Come on.
Come on, brother. Let’s do it.
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Here is a church and here is a steeple ♪
♪ Open the doors, there are the people ♪
♪ And all their little hearts at ease ♪
♪ For another week’s disease… ♪
Welcome to the Boulder Free Zone!
♪ Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh… ♪
All right.
Now… which of one you is Larry Underwood?
♪ Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh. ♪
♪ ♪
(rock music playing in distance)
(inhales sharply)
(knocking)
STACIE: Come on, Larry.
Showtime.
Oh, f*ck.
Don’t make me come in there.
Stacie!
I said I’m not f*cking playing!
Larry, you’re not f*cking doing this to me again.
I booked you this gig, we agreed to do it.
Now get your ass…
I agreed to play with my band!
Your band is sick because they’re a bunch of pussies, and that’s not my fault!
(phone ringing)
Hello?
Larry, you get your ass…
Dude, please tell me you’re on your way.
(banging on door)
Stacie! Give me a f*cking second!
I’ll give you a second.
F*ck!
Mick, shut the f*ck up and listen.
Darrell and Tommy came down with this f*cking bug.
I don’t… What?
(banging on door)
You know what? F*ck you, too, then!
F*ck. (groans)
STACIE: God…
I can’t think with you beating on this door. F*ck!
I wouldn’t beat on the door if you would come to the door.
The show must go on, Larry.
There’s no band, so how the f*ck are we gonna have a show, Stacie?
I’ve got it all figured out. They’ve got backing tracks all set up, ready to go.
Are you out of your mind?
I’m not singing karaoke to my own song.
Get off.
Hey, Ma.
Sorry, I, uh…
I had a drink in the back.
You had a drink?
Enjoy the show, Ma.
(coughing)
EMCEE: And the man you’ve all come to see tonight…
(cheering, applause)
Larry Underwood.
WAYNE: Yeah!
Give it up.
(coughing)
(microphone feedback rings)
LARRY: Oh, man.
Wow.
Shit, this looks like my first show. (chuckles)
Uh… (clears throat)
I want to thank all of you who, uh, who made it out tonight.
The real New Yorkers, the ones who wouldn’t let a couple of sniffles stop you from coming to a friend’s album launch.
So, thank you, everybody.
(cheering, applause)
Uh, ac– Excuse me, miss?
Can– You mind if I get a drink?
What can I get for you?
Actually, I’ll take that drink, right there.
Perfect. Sorry, whoever’s drink that was.
Yeah.
(whistling)
So, everyone who has a drink in their hand, please, join me in a toast.
Here’s to, uh, to Pocket Savior.
WOMAN: Pocket Savior.
(cheering)
Cheers.
(whooping)
MAN: Yeah! (coughing)
Shit. (exhales)
(man coughs)
All right. So, you guys ready?
This is how “Baby, Can You Dig Your Man” sounded before it was used to sell f*cking cologne.
(soft laughter)
WAYNE: Bet you made a nice chunk of change off that, didn’t you, Lar?
Put you right on the map, huh?
Hey, Mrs. Underwood.
Remember me?
Of course, Wayne.
I used to hide my purse whenever you visited.
LARRY: Wayne Stuckey, ladies and gents, apparently high on his own supply, which I’m pretty sure is against the code of the candy man, right, Wayne?
Believe this f*cking clown used to be my roommate?
We used to do blow all night…
Stop, Wayne, you’re making me blush.
(retches)
MAN: Dude!
(crowd groaning)
…listening to my records.
Stole some, too, when he moved.
And that’s not all he stole. Ain’t that right, Lar?
Stacie, we don’t have any f*cking security?
You stole my hook and chorus, too, didn’t you, you piece of shit?
Wayne. Wayne. Wayne, stop!
I’m gonna f*ck you up…
(people cheering)
GUARD: Break it up, now.
Let’s go. Come on.
Another martini.
(cheering, whistling)
(guard coughing)
(laughs)
GUARD: You enjoying this, inmate?
Bunch of half-wit convicts treat you like a rock and roll star?
Boys in max do love a cop killer.
Hard to blame them.
Keep that up, you’re liable to end up swallowing teeth.
LLOYD: Oh, I guess you must have forgot about all those TV cameras that saw me get walked in here.
(tongue clicking) Any marks on me that weren’t there before and, Lucy, you gonna have some explaining to do, baby.
Thinking I might volunteer as a witness when they give you the juice.
♪ A-jumpin’ up, fallin’ down ♪
♪ Don’t misunderstand me… ♪
(coughing)
(cheering)
Hey. (chuckles)
Crazy.
I never been the “notorious outlaw” before.
Hmm.
Yeah, you are that.
Even put this goddamn flu outbreak onto page two.
(coughs)
I’m in the newspaper?
Yeah, you are.
(whoops)
George Trask.
You can call me “Gorgeous.”
Third degree burglary, criminal trespass, possession of burglar tools.
Lloyd Henreid.
I was framed.
Y’all hold still, nobody gets hurt!
Here.
(woman gasps)
Get some money out of the cash register.
Get us some bills, baby. Some big bills.
Congratulations. You have the honor of being held up by two genuine desperados.
Genuine.
My name is Poke Freeman.
This is my protégé Lloyd Henreid.
We got lawmen from at least three states, two federal agencies on our t…
Yeah.
F*ck.
LLOYD: You okay?
Oh, f*ck.
(gasping)
(panting)
Gesundheit.
Pokerized her, old buddy.
Oh, shit.
LLOYD: You f*cking shot her.
No. Let’s get the f*ck out of here.
No. No, no, no.
He’s seen our faces. He knows our names.
No, no, no.
We got to Pokerize him, too.
Poke, we don’t have to…
No, no, no.
F*cking do it. Poke him.
Let’s get the f*ck out of here.
No. No.
Lloyd, yes. We got to Pokerize him.
Well, then, you kill him. I’m not gonna f*cking kill him.
You shot her! You should be the one that shoots him!
Please don’t.
I don’t have to f*cking do it!
Shut the f*ck up!
I’m not gonna do it.
No! No, no.
Pokerize him right now or I’m gonna f*cking Pokerize
the both of you.
(panting)
Okay. Okay.
That’s it.
I got, I got kids, man. Please, please…
Oh, yeah?
F*ck it. Just, you know…
I-I never shot nobody before.
POKE: Well, it’s time to break your cherry, Lloyd.
You think I’m bullshitting?
F*cking do it.
♪ Having fun ♪
♪ And it makes me feel so… ♪
(shouts)
Oh, f*ck. Shit.
Look out!
(gunfire)
♪ We’ll run away together ♪
♪ We’ll spend some time forever ♪
♪ We’ll never feel bad anymore ♪
♪ Hip, hip ♪
♪ Hip, hip ♪
♪ We’ll never feel bad anymore ♪
♪ Hip, hip… ♪
(indistinct shouting)
Don’t move! Stand down.
Stand down.
Don’t shoot. I surrender. (chuckles)
Hands behind your back!
I–
No…
♪ Feel bad anymore ♪
♪ Hip, hip… ♪
Ooh, ah.
LARRY: How do you know who I am?
How do you think?
Mother Abagail?
Shit.
I feel crazy saying her name out loud.
Well, then, we’re all crazy, ’cause we all dreamt of her.
Every single person here, as far as I know.
And she told you I’d be coming? Me, specifically?
Before everyone started arriving, she made a list of five names, people she wanted running the place.
It was you and four others.
You one of the others?
That’s right.
I’m about the last person she ought to trust to run anything.
Why is that?
What were you up to before all this?
Mostly f*cking things up for everyone, disappointing the people I love.
Not sure how that qualifies me, but I guess I’ll have to ask.
(laughs softly)
What?
Well, I asked the exact same question the first time I met her.
She said, “All God’s seen fit to show me is the who.
Up to you to sort out the how.”
It’s just hard to believe that this is all real, you know?
Well, you traveled 2,000 miles to meet her.
You must have believed a little.
To be honest, at the beginning, I think I was mostly just following Harold.
Harold?
Harold Lauder.
I mean, that’s who I figured you were when we first saw you.
Ah, okay, okay.
Well, sorry to disappoint you.
But he’s here, though, right? Harold. He made it?
Yep, he made it. He’s here.
I ought to see him.
What about that girl he was with?
Uh, Frances Goldsmith?
Frannie. That’s right.
Yeah, she’s here, too.
I knew it.
I knew he’d… he would get her here.
FRANNIE: And you’ll get used to it, it’s just gonna take some time.
Anyway, most of the people are staying up in the college ’cause they feel less alone, and it’s also where we put all the generators.
But some of us have moved into the houses.
We just have to use candles until we can get the power back on.
Passed a couple of towns along the way where the power never went off.
(laughs): Yeah.
It’s a shame Mother Abagail couldn’t dreamsummon us to one of those places.
Yeah. Right?
Y-You are having the dreams, right?
I’m supposed to ask.
Yeah, I’m having them.
What about you, Joe?
NADINE: Joe?
Joe, Ms. Goldsmith asked you a question.
FRANNIE: Does he sign?
Sometimes they teach sign to kids on the spectrum.
My brother was deaf. Is he verbal at all?
Uh…
He talks in his sleep sometimes.
Hard to say about what.
Trauma will do strange things to people.
Especially kids.
Where did you find him?
Pennsylvania.
Just sitting by the side of the road.
Wasn’t a house around for miles.
Called him Joe because it’s what I used to call the kids in class when I’d blank on their names.
You’re a teacher?
Was.
That’s great.
We’re gonna need teachers. The sooner the better.
There are other children?
Yeah, a few.
And more on the way. (chuckles)
So, Nadine, I have a-a question.
I was wondering if you would be willing to take responsibility for him.
You mean, would I be his mother?
Yeah. At least temporarily.
Yeah. Of course.
I mean, we’ve been through so much together.
When I found him, he was…
He’s come a long way.
♪ ♪
(lights humming)
ANNOUNCER: And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for!
(cheering, applause)
(rats squeaking)
(squeaking grows louder)
(horn blaring)
(horns honking, siren wailing in distance)
(phone ringing)
(sniffles)
(inhales sharply)
(coughs)
(sniffles)
(helicopter whirring)
(grunts softly)
(groans)
(woman sniffles)
Can you get me a tissue? (sniffles)
(exhales)
Hey, you know, I think
I’m just gonna…
Are you f*cking kidding me?
Look, I get it.
(coughing)
My mom wasn’t feeling well last night, so…
(chuckles) You got to call your mommy?
I thought you were a rock star.
Well, uh… that was fun.
Thanks.
(exhales) You’re not gonna ask for my number?
(exhales)
I thought you were a nice guy.
Sorry, I, I got to go.
No, you’re not a nice guy.
You’re not a nice guy!
(coughing) F*ck you!
(glass breaking)
Your mom can suck my f*cking dick!
(phone ringing)
Great.
Yeah?
WOMAN: Is this Larry Underwood?
Uh, speaking.
This is Bellevue Hospital calling about Alice Underwood.
(patients coughing)
Excuse me. I’m looking for Alice Underwood?
Good luck with that.
Wh-What?
Alice Underwood? Alice Underwood?
♪ ♪
Ma! Ma!
Ma! Ma.
Hey.
(labored breathing)
Mommy. Mommy.
(quietly): Larry…
Yeah.
Thank God.
Go get your father.
He’s in the bar… with that photographer.
You go tell him…
I said come out of there.
(whispering): Okay. Just…
Jesus Christ, Ma, you’re burning up.
(labored breathing)
Okay, I’m gonna get you out of here.
Huh?
(tires screeching)
(horn blaring)
(thunder rumbles)
(Larry grunts)
(car door closes)
F*cking thief!
I’ll kill you, bitch!
Wayne…
My mom’s in real bad shape. I’m gonna take her upstairs, and I’m gonna come back down, and we’ll sort all this shit out, man.
End you…
Over a f*cking song?
My song!
(thunder rumbling)
Jesus Christ, man.
(over loudspeaker outside): Violation of this order may be met with force.
(siren whoops)
Remain in your homes.
(wheezing)
Curfew is in effect.
Violation of this order may be met with force.
(labored breathing)
I’m sorry I’m such a f*ck-up, Ma.
(labored breathing)
(breathing stops)
(sniffles)
(sniffles)
(thunder rumbling)
Hey, buddy?
Let me get you a sniff.
It’ll take the edge off.
That’s the least I can do.
You just need to tell me where it is.
Hey. Wayne.
Where’s the stash, man? I know you’re holding.
You’ll never be famous now.
Why would you be hiding it?
There’s nobody to hide it from. F*ck you.
(keys jangle)
Oh… (chuckles)
Oh, you piece of shit.
Oh…
(birds singing)
We’ll hoof it from here.
STU: Hey. How are you?
LARRY: Good morning.
All right, so you see the Xs on the houses here?
Yeah.
They’re the houses that have been cleared of the dead.
Are all these people waiting to see Mother Abagail?
Some of them.
Hey, Stu.
Good to see you.
Some of them already seen her, just want to stay close.
She’s out on her porch for two hours every day, greeting new arrivals.
You Underwood?
Hm. Took your sweet time, didn’t you?
Excuse me?
(chuckling)
She’s f*cking with you.
At ease, Ray.
Ray Brentner.
Dangerous being a prophet.
Especially during times of upheaval.
That’s what she is? A prophet?
Guess that’s not for me to say.
I’m gonna leave y’all to it. You’re in good hands.
You’re not staying?
I got to make sure we’ve got enough deer meat for dinner, and the spotter’s got two more caravans coming in, so…
It seems like you got a lot of responsibility here.
Yeah, we all do.
I’ll see you.
See you.
Come on inside.
Please, sit down.
Larry Underwood, Nick Andros.
Pleased to meet you.
MOTHER ABAGAIL: Larry Underwood… you better come in here and sing me a song.
(rats squeaking)
(panting)
(rats squealing)
(gasps)
(thunder rumbles in distance)
(gunfire in distance)
MAN (faintly): Monsters! Monsters are coming!
Monsters are coming! There’s monsters coming!
Monsters on the way!
They’re in the suburbs! Monsters!
They’re coming! Monsters!
(exhales)
(sniffs)
(crunching)
Another living soul.
Still a few of us wandering around.
Where the hell did you break out of, Bellevue?
Certainly not.
I was in Mount Sinai getting a stent put in.
Come on, man, maybe you want to put some f*cking clothes on. There’s plenty for everyone.
Where I’m going, I don’t need clothes.
Yeah, where’s that?
Yankee Stadium.
Fulfill a lifelong ambition.
You’re finally gonna throw out the first pitch?
No, son. I’m gonna run around that field stark naked to my heart’s content.
And then I’m gonna jerk off all over home plate.
Best of luck to you.
What’s that tone? Young man… we can do whatever we want now.
Go anywhere. We’ve been freed from society’s constraints.
I’m not judging you, boss.
(gunfire)
(thunder rumbling)
(rain falling)
I’m not dangerous, I swear.
You don’t look dangerous.
You don’t look sick, either.
You passed by me earlier.
Well, that’s–
I mean, you’re hard to miss.
(chuckles)
Sit down.
Share my umbrella.
I’m Rita Blakemoor.
Larry Underwood.
I almost hid when I heard you coming.
I thought you were the man that’s been carrying on all morning. (chuckles)
Oh… the monster-shouter.
(laughs)
That’s very apt.
This was my husband’s.
He was terrified of being robbed.
Maybe I’ll try it.
Can you hold this?
Uh…
Do you think I can hit this birdhouse right there?
I really don’t think that’s a, uh,
such a good idea…
Ooh.
Bull’s-eye.
I’m quite sure I couldn’t shoot a person, I don’t think.
Pretty soon there won’t be anyone left to shoot.
Don’t be so sure. I heard shots earlier.
That’s probably just someone spraying bullets at the sky.
Hm.
After all, who is there to stop them?
Guy I ran into this morning told me he was… headed to Yankee Stadium to jerk, uh…. masturbate… on home plate.
That’s an awful walk.
Did you tell him to go someplace closer?
(both chuckle)
You’re very pleasant to be around.
It’s wonderful that you’re not crazy.
What did you do before all this?
Let me show you?
Okay. (laughs)
Yeah?
Yeah.
(jail door slams shut)
(man shouting indistinctly)
(men coughing, retching)
C.O. Savino…
I know you and me got off on the wrong foot.
I was hoping that we can make a fresh start.
If I say yes, will you shut the f*ck up?
Okay,
I know you’re not gonna be relocating guys that are already sick…
(whispers): …like this motherf*cker behind me.
He’s got the neck blowing up, and he’s, like, coughing and shit,
(Trask coughing)
and I was hoping maybe ’cause I’m feeling fine, maybe you could move me…
Even if I gave a shit,
I got no place to relocate you to.
Okay, but…
(groans) …you got to keep feeding us, right?
‘Cause we haven’t had food in over a day.
We don’t have any water, the tap’s off, and I’m gonna get f*cking sick because this guy…
You got water.
You want me to drink toilet water, you motherf…?
Welcome to the party, cop killer.
(shouts)
(screams)
(chaotic shouting)
♪ ♪
LARRY: I wish my ma could have seen it, you know?
I was gonna stand her right here and show her I was somebody.
She would have been so impressed.
I doubt it. She wasn’t impressed with much.
Well, I am.
No one’s gonna take it down.
You’re gonna be up there a long time, maybe forever.
You conquered New York City.
Guess I never thought of it like that.
(bottle breaks)
(crow cawing)
(crow cawing)
You hungry, Larry?
Uh… uh…
Hell yeah, I’m hungry.
(both chuckle)
Let’s go to my apartment.
Please. Lead the way.
‘Cause you’re a rock star!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(singer vocalizing)
(singing in Icelandic)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Oh, the smell, it’s awful.
Only gonna get worse.
We can’t stay here.
You know that, right?
Eight million corpses in the naked city.
They’re just rotting in… furnished ovens.
Plus the rats.
They’ll spread diseases we’re not immune to.
Well, where will we go?
I’ve been thinking about that.
All day, actually.
It’s like what that guy at the park said.
The Yankee Yanker?
(laughs)
That’s not bad.
He said we can do whatever we want, and we can go anywhere.
MONSTER-SHOUTER (outside): Monsters are here!
They’re here!
Oh, God.
Our friend is back.
I wish our friend would shut the f*ck up.
MONSTER-SHOUTER: They’re in the streets, in the sewers!
Monsters are everywhere!
(machine gun fire)
I’m scared.
Yeah. Me, too.
You’d have to be batshit crazy not to be.
But we got pills for that. Huh?
(car alarm wailing in distance)
(machine gun fire)
♪ ♪
(birds singing)
Hey. This way.
(flies buzzing)
LARRY: You okay?
Yeah. It’s just…
Hey, you. Hey, you!
LARRY: What do you want?
I want to give you a million dollars.
Thanks, man, we’re good.
I’m serious. Look.
I got it right here.
You can have every cent of it…
…if I can borrow her for 15 minutes.
Get out of here.
Now.
That’s a mistake.
Oh, my God.
It’s okay.
You should have taken the deal.
Let’s go!
Come on. Come on.
Let’s go. Go, go, go!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
(panting)
(wind whistling)
Take this side.
That side.
Should have taken the deal, Midnight.
All we wanted was the girl.
(panting)
Is this water?
Uh…
Oh…
I know it sucks, but I bet it beats the shit out of whatever those assholes had planned.
GPS VOICE: Starting route to Haven Avenue.
In 400 feet, turn right on Columbus Avenue.
I don’t think I can do this.
Hey, listen, just pretend we’re Ninja Turtles.
Okay. Okay.
Right?
(exhales)
Oh, f*ck.
(Rita groaning)
What is this?
It’s what you think it is.
Oh. (weak chuckle)
Oh. Aw, f*ck.
Okay… (groans)
Oh, yeah.
(groaning)
GPS VOICE: Proceed west on East 95th Street.
(water dripping all around)
(chirping, squeaking)
Do you know where you’re going?
Oh, uh, north to GW.
Well, which way is north?
I don’t…
(Larry coughs)
I’m-a say… this way.
(chirping)
LARRY: Oh, f*ck.
Come on, we can just go out. Let’s go up.
I’m not f*cking going up there.
You know who’s up there.
(sighs, sniffs)
No.
Coming?
Okay. Yeah.
(chirping)
(loud squawk)
(yelling)
(rats squealing)
Rita. Rita. Relax. You’re okay.
(yelling)
They’re just rats.
They’re just rats, Rita, come on. Look at me.
(screaming)
You’re okay.
Rita, relax. You’re okay.
You’re okay. You’re okay.
You’re all right. You’re okay. We just got to keep going.
No, I can’t do this.
You can’t.
What if they see you?
I’m going up. I’m done.
I’m not coming with you, you understand that?
If you leave, that’s it.
Please come.
I didn’t survive this long to die. Come on.
I can’t do it.
(gasps)
Here.
Good luck.
That’s it? No goodbye?
I’m not f*cking dying with you, Rita!
Okay, great.
Well, have fun drowning in shit!
F*ck.
Should’ve took the million dollars.
MAN: Mother?
Mother?
(squeaking)
Mother?!
LLOYD: Come on. Here, come on.
Come to me. Come to me. Come on.
F*cking f*ck.
Come here.
MAN: Mother?!
Yeah. Yeah.
Ow! F*ck! Goddamn it!
(squeaking)
Goddamn it!
MAN: Mother?!
Shut the f*ck up, you cock-knocker!
I f*cked your mother.
MAN: Mother?!
Shit. F*ck.
(rat squeaks)
Come here.
(squawks, squeaks)
(loud squeaking)
(groans)
(sighs)
(birds singing)
I guess that’d make this your room.
So what do you think, bud?
It puts her right across the hall.
If you ever need her in the night, all you got to do is step out your door.
(birds singing)
(indistinct chatter)
(neon lights hum)
LARRY: Hey. Nadine.
You’re sure this is what you want?
(sighs)
As opposed to what?
I could stay on the couch, a few nights at least, just to help you get settled.
It wouldn’t have to mean anything.
What did she say to you–
the old woman?
I told you, I’m really not supposed to…
Yeah.
…tell people what she said.
You said that.
(Joe strums pretty melody on guitar)
Yeah, so, um, if… (clears throat)
If you’re all right, I guess I’ll, uh, gonna go find Harold.
I got his address, so…
Uh… you mind taking him with you?
Just give me a…
a second to start setting us up, you know?
Of course.
Hey, Joe?
(guitar playing stops)
Joe?
Come on, dude.
Thank you.
GPS VOICE (over phone): Continue north.
(rats squeaking)
F*ck!
(groans, sputters)
(Larry exhaling in short bursts)
F*ck!
(bag rattling)
F*ck. Ah, f*ck.
(clears throat)
(cawing)
(wind whistling)
(bird cawing, wings flapping)
F*ck!
Aw. F*ck!
Oh, f*ck.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, f*ck!
(panting)
F*ck.
F*ck!
(crow cawing)
(soft flapping of wings)
(crow caws)
Oh, f*ck! (panting)
Oh, fu…
(panting)
Larry?
Ma?
Why didn’t you come see me?
Ma.
Larry?
I need to go to the ho…
(squeaking)
(groans, guttural gasp)
(groans)
(gasps)
(skin creaking)
Oh. F*ck. F*ck.
Larry!
(panting)
Larry!
Come back!
Help me!
FLAGG: Why don’t you come see me, Larry?
(groaning)
(cawing)
(cawing)
Hey.
(cawing)
(yelling)
Help me! Let me out!
(cawing)
Let me out! Let me out!
(cawing)
Let me out! Let me out! Let me out.
(gasping)
(groaning)
(yelling)
(panting)
(cries, pants loudly)
It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay.
(whimpering)
It’s okay.
(panting)
It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay.
(inhales through nose)
You’re okay. It’s me.
It’s me. It’s me. It’s me.
You’re okay. You’re okay.
(panting)
How the f*ck…? How the f*ck did you get out here?
I walked north like you said.
I lost… I lost my phone.
But not your drugs.
I almost lost my mind. (clears throat)
Well, look what you won.
What?
We made it.
(panting)
We made it.
(“Space Song” by Beach House begins)
♪ ♪
♪ What makes this ♪
♪ Fragile world go round ♪
♪ Were you ever lost? ♪
♪ Was she ever found? ♪
♪ Fall back ♪
♪ Into place… ♪
(thunder rumbles)
This is stupid.
LARRY: What is?
That it’s raining or… that you’re stuck here with me?
No.
Being alive.
When everyone else is dead.
It’s like being the last people to leave a party.
Meaning what? That-that…
You’re worried it’s tacky? (chuckles)
It’s stupid.
It’s not worth it.
LARRY: I don’t know about you, but I, uh… can’t keep my eyes open.
Ready for bed?
I’m gonna stay up for a little bit.
You sure?
Okay.
(tent unzips)
(tent zips)
(typewriter clacking)
(typewriter clacking)
(dings)
(typewriter continues clacking)
(doorbell rings)
(sniffles)
Hi, I’m looking for Harold Lauder.
How can I help you?
(chuckles) Um…
I’m Larry Underwood. Sorry.
This is my friend Joe.
We followed your signs all across the country.
You did?
No kidding. Really?
Yeah, really. We did.
Um… I brought you some presents as a thanks for helping us out on the road.
You know, whenever I was in a tough spot, I’d ask myself, “What would Harold do?” so…
(laughs)
Actually, is Fran here? I-I’d really love to meet her, too.
No, she doesn’t, she doesn’t live here.
Oh, I see.
Sorry to hear that.
Yeah, I was with someone on the road, too.
It didn’t work out.
I’ll come by one night, we’ll have a drink, talk about it.
And Joe, he– You know, uh…
Joe.
Sorry, he’s been through a lot.
We all have.
Yeah.
Nice to meet you, Larry.
Yeah.
Thank you.
Sure.
LARRY: Come on, crazy.
What was that about, man? That was rude.
(thunder rumbles)
♪ ♪
(sniffles)
(sniffles)
(pills rattling)
(crying softly)
(thunder rumbles)
♪ ♪
(insects chirping, creatures chittering)
(tapping)
(clatters)
(indistinct whispering)
♪ ♪
FLAGG: Hello?
♪ Olly olly oxen free ♪
♪ Come on, run along with me… ♪
(groans)
♪ Just remember and be quick ♪
♪ We’re gonna jump the candlestick ♪
♪ Kick the can and run with me ♪
♪ Olly olly oxen free. ♪
Boo.
(screaming)
Poor thing.
(crying)
How long you been shitcanned?
Uh, maybe…
a week, or a cou– uh, I– What day is it?
How come you’re not dead already?
(quietly): You don’t want to know that.
(exhales, chuckles)
I found this.
I ate him.
(splats)
Hmm.
You didn’t happen to have a little chomp on this fine fellow on the bottom bunk, by any chance?
That couldn’t have been me.
That must have been somebody else.
You see, one of his legs is looking a bit thinner than the other.
I don’t know about that. I don’t know nothing about that.
Hmm?
Yeah.
Eh, look about the same to me.
How’d he taste?
(crying)
It was all Poke’s f*cking idea.
Taking a bite out of Mr. Personality?
That was the only goddamn reason that I’m in this f*cking place, ’cause Poke said that we got to go big and I said no, we got to stay small.
And I’d never eat somebody’s f*cking leg.
Look at me.
No.
Why not?
I don’t think you’re real.
Oh, I’m real, baby.
I’m real real.
Well, if you’re real, then
you must be the devil.
That’s not a very nice thing to say, Lloyd.
♪ Well, she brought me coffee ♪
♪ Well, she brought me tea ♪
♪ Hell, she brought me everything ♪
♪ But the workhouse key. ♪
(exhales) Shit.
FLAGG: You dig that?
I learned that trick from a massage parlor honey
in Secaucus, New Jersey.
Well, that’s a good trick.
Secaucus, home of the world’s greatest pig farms.
Mister?
I’m awful hungry.
Of course you are.
A little rat meat and a bite or two of raw human calf muscle ain’t enough to sustain a fella like you.
No, it’s not enough.
Hell, I’m a bit peckish myself and it’s barely an hour since I finished lunch.
Mmm. Rare roast beef sandwich on Vienna bread.
(moans)
Smothered in onions and Gulden’s spicy brown.
Home fries on the side.
Little chocolate milk to wash it down.
(exhales)
Oh, my, I’m…
I’m torturing you, ain’t I?
Tell you what.
How about I let you out of here and we go find something to eat?
(laughs): Yeah. That sounds good.
I don’t believe I introduced myself.
Name’s Flagg. Two Gs.
Pleased to meet you.
Likewise.
It occurs to me, before I open this door
and we go looking for dinner, that there’s a couple of things we ought to get straight between us.
Yeah. You’re a beautiful fella.
I’m gonna make you my right-hand man, Lloyd.
You’ll be Saint Peter at the pearly gates. Huh?
How about that? Would you like that?
(laughs softly)
I’d like that.
(chuckles)
Now, you’d like to get even with the people who left you in here, huh?
Yeah.
Yeah. And not just them, but anybody who would do a thing like that.
The kind of people who look at a man like you as-as garbage!
Yeah. I ain’t f*cking garbage.
You’re not garbage.
I ain’t f*cking garbage.
We’re gonna go far.
I ain’t garbage.
It’s a good time for people like us.
Yeah.
Everything’s starting up.
Now all I need is your word.
All– What is it? What-what are you talking–
What? All you need is what– y– what?
Your word?
That you’ll be loyal.
No questioning orders.
No denials.
No falling asleep on guard duty.
Now, you give me your promise, and I’ll give you the key.
I promise you.
Attaboy.
You’re a free man, Lloyd.
I believe this is yours.
It’s mine?
Mine.
Yes.
Oh, we can’t forget about dinner.
Dinner, that sounded real nice.
Mm-hmm. I won’t.
FLAGG: I’m very pleased to have found you, Lloyd.
I believe this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
(“Brand New Key” by Melanie begins)
♪ I rode my bicycle past your window last night ♪
♪ I roller-skated to your door at daylight ♪
♪ It almost seems like you’re avoiding me ♪
♪ I’m okay alone ♪
♪ But you’ve got something I need ♪
♪ Well, I’ve got a brand-new pair of roller skates ♪
♪ You’ve got a brand-new key ♪
♪ I think that we should get together ♪
♪ And try them on to see ♪
♪ I’ve been looking around a while ♪
♪ You’ve got something for me ♪
♪ Oh, I’ve got a brand-new pair of roller skates ♪
♪ You’ve got a brand-new key ♪
♪ I ride my bike, I roller-skate ♪
♪ Don’t drive no car ♪
♪ Don’t go too fast, but I go pretty far ♪
♪ For somebody who don’t drive ♪
♪ I’ve been all around the world ♪
♪ Some people say I’ve done all right for a girl ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ I asked your mother if you were at home ♪
♪ She said yes, but you weren’t alone ♪
♪ Oh, sometimes I think that you’re avoiding me ♪
♪ I’m okay alone, but you’ve got something I need ♪
♪ Well, I’ve got a brand-new pair of roller skates ♪
♪ You’ve got a brand-new key ♪
♪ I think that we should get together ♪
♪ And try them on to see ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ Oh, I’ve got a brand-new pair of roller skates ♪
♪ You’ve got a brand-new key ♪
♪ I think that we should get together ♪
♪ And try them on to see ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ Oh, I’ve got a brand-new pair of roller skates ♪
♪ You’ve got a brand-new key. ♪
