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You want to kill
Stu Redman, don't you?

- Yes.
- What about the others?

- The others?
- The old witch,

and her five little chosen.

-We're the future.
-Yes. Us.

You want me

to break into Harold's house?

Yeah. A-And search it.

I think he might be planning
something bad.

Seems to me we need to send

somebody or bodies out to Vegas.

Spies.

- I'm in.
- I nominate Judge Farris.

Of course I
understand the risks,

and of course I accept.

Hey, I really think

we ought to consider Tom Cullen.

Tom. Hi.

Tom, how do you know
when it's time to come back?

I'll see the full moon.

"M-O-O..."

I told you not to do anything

having to do with the Dark Man

until we got the okay
from above.

We're almost there.

Then we go to Him.

We all have choice,
until we don't.

She's gone.

She left us.

Mother A!

Thank you! Thank you!

Purification,
that's what it's called!

Superior in some ways,
but inferior to many others.

God is real!

You are the man I want...

...the one who will bring me
the great fire.

Look at what I will give you.

Donald Merwin Elbert,

what's this I hear about you

burning old lady Semple's
pension check?

Hey, Trash, you burned
your cock off yet?

Don't you know playing with fire
makes you wet the bed?

Where do I find you?

West, beyond the mountains.

My life, for you...

- Mother A!
- Mother Abagail!

Mother A! Mother
A, can you hear my voice?

Mother A, where are you?!

Mother Abagail!

Mother A! Mother
Abagail, can you hear me?!

Mother Abagail's gone.

What? You mean, like, dead?

Gone like gone.

Missing.

You think it was Him?

Actually,
I came here to ask you that.

Well, how would I know?

Well, it seems like you have
some way of communicating

with our friend
that I'm not privy to.

So, what has He been

telling you that He's not
been telling me?

-Harold... -Does He have
other people in Boulder?

No.

You know, it is possible that...

there are things
He's not telling you, either.

No. He tells me everything.

He needs me.

-He needs us.
-Is that so?

So tell me, how badly
does this fuck us?

Completely.

Sideways, in fact.

Did you know that the Chinese
character for "crisis"

includes the Chinese character
for "opportunity"?

There's gonna be
a vigil tonight.

At Mother A's house.

And I'm betting
just about every soul in Boulder

is gonna be there,
all crowded together.

Why kill just the committee...

When we can take out everyone?

There's a smart girl, Nadine.

How do you like it?

Not bad.

Slim it down a little.

I might know the perfect place
to put it.

You like this?

You like this?

I love this.

You like the girls?

Thank you.

Maybe try not to
freak out the guests.

You smell like gasoline
and bird shit.

You're gonna die.

I'm sorry.

I've been fiddling
with this forever.

You wouldn't happen to know
anything about fire, would you?

Okay.

Um, you got to let air in.

Oh. Air.

Do you ever think how strange
that is?

How fire needs oxygen
to survive?

Just burning. Always burning.

And they don't know it,
but I know.

The legendary Trashcan Man.

Lloyd, I do believe
we've found our man.

I don't know about that.

My life for you.
My life for you.

What's the biggest fire

-in history?
-S-Siberia.

Sorry, I should have been
more specific there.

What's the biggest
man-made fire?

And I'm not talking
about a bunch of hikers

getting careless
with a Sterno can.

I'm talking about someone
actually riding the animal.

Bending it to their will.

1961.

Tsar Bomba.

1961. Soviet nuclear test.

A chance to spit fire
in the face of God.

They managed to
produce the most powerful fire

mankind's created since we first
started rubbing sticks

together in the desert.

Well, speaking of deserts,

there's a military facility
out there.

Several, actually, but I have
a particular one in mind.

Now, I want you to go there...

...and bring me back the fire.

-Grab him. I ain't touching him.
-My life for you.

My life for you.

My life... my life for you!

My life for you!

Oh, you build a hell of a blaze,
Trashy, my boy.

-My life for you. -I believe you're
gonna be very special to me.

My life for you!

Lloyd, hang back a sec.

Can I assume the airfield will
be ready by the time he returns?

Yeah.

-Yeah?
-Yeah. It's right on track.

Can I ask you something?

Do we really need
this frickin' joker?

Okay? Because anything
that he can do,

I can do better.
I'm telling you.

And I don't even think
we need to set a fire.

Lloyd, my precious flower.

Jealousy doesn't become you.

I ain't jealous.

The fire's for the holdouts.

Another of the witch's spies
is on the way.

Been hiding
on the edge of the desert,

biding her time.

Oh, that's probably because they
want to scatter their arrivals,

less that we don't
associate them with each other.

I figured that out on my own.

I need her alive.

Yeah, here's the thing, though:
like, my Bordermen,

they aren't exactly "surgical."

They're a little more like
big, mean shit kickers, man.

-They get a little trigger-happy...
-Alive!

She's gonna tell me
who the third spy is.

You still can't see him?

I wouldn't worry about it.

I'm sure they're staggering
their arrival, too.

That's probably
why you can't see it,

-'cause they ain't even here yet.
-No.

Even before I could see
the old hag at the motel,

I... I could feel her.

But this, this last one,
every time I try,

it's exactly the same.

All I see is...

...the moon.

"M-O-O..."

Hey!

Big Man. You got your walkie?

They need you upstairs. Somebody
puked in the fountain again.

U-Excuse me, miss?

C-Could you,

could you tell me
what this word is?

-What do you need, boy? -Could
you tell me what word this is?

"Run"?

-You can't read "run"?
-"Run"?

- You mean like...
- Like run.

Yeah, run.
Run your big ass upstairs,

and get the puke
out of the fountain. Okay?

Run. Run.

Run now. Run.

Run, Forrest, run!

-You think he's smarter than us? -STU: I know
this is hitting you harder than any of us.

Okay, you are closest
to Mother Abagail, you and Nick.

Oh, yeah, one of us
won't stop looking.

The other won't even start.

Only time he goes outside,

isn't to join the search,
it's to bring me in.

Yeah, I read the note...
I'm the one who found it.

I'm rested enough.

Restored all my faculties,
my powers of observation.

You know,
I think it'd be appropriate

for Mother Abagail's handpicked
representatives

to be just a little bit more
concerned that she's gone.

Ray, that's not fair... you know
we've all been here all night.

Yeah.

You've been working so hard,

you're almost fatigued.

Thank God you've been able
to recharge yourselves

with Professor Bateman's
mandated rest periods.

Ray, listen to me,
we're looking for her.

Okay, she doesn't even
want us to look for her.

We're just looking smart,
that's all.

She's a 108-year-old woman.

She'd be the first to tell you
this place's

got to be able
to run without her.

Fuck you, Glen, you...

condescending, ivory-tower,

wasi'chu motherfucker!

Oh.

Sorry.

Hey, big man.

We interrupting?

No, no, no,
just everybody's,

nerves are a little frayed
at the moment.

Come on in.

The kids all made,

Mother Abagail cards,
wishing her to come back to us.

So said I'd bring 'em by.

That's really nice,
Nadine, thanks.

Oh, well, it was the kids' idea.

-Yeah, thank you.
-They made me promise

to put them out, you know,
in each room, the cards,

just so that everyone
would see them tonight

when everyone's in here
stacked on one another.

Hey, you, need some help?

Well, no.

I'm cool, thank you.

How about I-I at least
look after the kid

for a little while
this afternoon?

I mean, I know it was
a long day for you, too.

You got a pretty big role
to play tonight, so...

maybe just save your energy.

Nah, come on.
I mean, we'll have

a mini jam session and...

get rid of my pre-show jitters.

You can pick him up when you
come back for the vigil.

Um...

you-you aren't talking about...

having Joe there tonight,
are you?

Tell me you've thought this
through more than that.

The vigils,
you remember the vigils

at the very beginning when
everyone started getting sick?

Well, the children sure do,
and mostly what they remember

is going to those vigils
and then coming back home

and everyone they knew and loved
getting sick and dying.

How do you think
that's left them feeling

about vigils generally?

No. Wow...

that hadn't even occurred to me.

Empathy's not really
your strong suit.

I mean, it
didn't, it didn't occur

to any of us, I don't think.

Guess 'cause we're not...
parents.

Nadine, I've said this before,
but the kids are

really lucky to have you.

What do you say, bud?
Want to head over to my place,

I'll show you the new amp?
Let's go.

Have fun.

Stu?

-Yep?
-You said the next search shift

-starts at 3:30?
-Yep.

As a matter of fact,
Harold, I was just...

making my way back out there.

You coming?

No, I'm on Gremlin detail.

Give Mommy Nadine some rest.

Sorry to hear you're
feeling run-down, Miss Cross.

Thank you, Harold.

You know, sleep is
actually more important

to your health than food and...

yet there are still things
worth losing it over.

When was the last time
you slept?

I don't know.

You're the one sleeping for two.

That doesn't make any sense.

You said it yourself to Ray.

- You can't maintain...
- I'll be fine.

You should probably drop it.

-Just be careful.
-Always.

Yeah, don't worry about me,
I'll just be working

on your speech for tonight.

Much appreciated,
Professor Bateman.

We'll see you.

Well, nobody told me I was gonna
be here for the long haul,

so, um, I better go get
some more prenatals.

Last thing this kid needs is

a folic acid deficiency.

I guess there's something
You want me to see, Lord,

and I'm just not seeing it.

And that's why You think
I can't lead these people.

But I want to tell You

that You...

You can't take this out on them.

'Cause they...

they just need to...

I know what you fear,
old Mother.

It ain't you.

Oh, yes, it is.

God sent Moses
mountain climbing,

Noah boat building,

and let His Son
get nailed to a cross,

and said not a word,
not even when

He asked to have the cup
taken from His lips.

Said nothing.

You think my fear's
greater than His?

Well, having observed
a number of crucifixions,

I'd have to say no.

Get thee behind me, Satan.

That's not my name, you know.

Oh, I know.

You've got many names.

I do, indeed.

My name is Legion,
for we are many.

I know what you're afraid of.

Oh, do you now?

You're scared that
when them people see you

and look right through you

and realize there's
nothing there...

they gonna see you
for what you are.

Nothing.

Oh, He's gone quiet, hasn't He?

Is that why you're out here
in the middle of nowhere?

40 days and 40 nights?

If that's what it takes.

You're not looking for God,
Abagail Freemantle.

You know as well as I do, He
left this world a long time ago.

You're looking for Death.

I don't want to hear anything
else you have to say.

Every night, you close your eyes

hoping it'll be the last time.

Wake up in the morning
wishing you hadn't.

Every ancient fiber
of your body cries out for it.

Begs for it.

Oh, I know you fear Him.

I can send you somewhere
He'll never find you.

Give you an ocean
of endless peace.

Now that's where you're wrong.

You can't send me anywhere

that God can't find me.

And if it's my time to go,

I'll be gone.

Well, perhaps we can
speed Him along.

Fought like a bastard,
this fella?

Yesterday's entertainment...

today's meat Popsicle.

Well, I guess
you can handle loading

all the rest on your own.

Leave the keys
on the driver's seat

when you're done.

You understand?

Let's go, hurry up!

Smells like shit down here.

Are you actually gonna
pick a tard over me?

-Handicapable. -How about I try
something a little louder?!

Those bodies really
smell like dead bodies.

Oh, yes!

Damn bitch drew down on me.

I'm just supposed
to stand there,

and let that fucking cunt
shoot my fucking dick off?

Okay, you expect us to believe
that this lady just rolled down

her fucking window
and took a blast at you

like it was a drive-by?

She talked for a little bit,

said some shit about
being a federal judge,

or some shit like
I'm supposed to...

bow down and kiss
her old wrinkled ass.

Oh, Bobby-Terry, Bobby,
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby-Terry.

Fuck, man.

Maybe it ain't her.

I mean, she's from Boulder,

so she ought to be coming
from the east, right?

You think a spy
might take some precaution

far as disguising
where they're from?

She sure did
seem like one of those old

Portland hippies
you'd read about.

Well, used to.

Incredible.

Well, let's hope
that's all she was.

All right, no harm, no foul.

This will be fun.

It's not her?

Well, of course it's her.

Lloyd impress upon you
the importance

of taking her alive?

-I told 'em all in no
uncertain term... -Lloyd.

-I'm just saying that they all...
-No.

I'm sorry for interrupting,

Flagg.

Apology accepted.

You see how easy that was?

Lloyd took responsibility
for his misbehavior.

And he was forgiven.

I'm sorry, Mr. Flagg.

What for?

For...

you know.

No, I... don't know.

Lloyd says you told him
it was self-defense.

Should my men have to apologize
for defending themselves?

- No. absolutely not.
- No..

Absolutely not.

Bobby-Terry,

an attack on one of my men

is an attack on me.

And if I'm attacked,
I hit back harder.

I expect my men to do the same.

So...

what are you sorry for?

No way you could've
de-escalated?

The little lady was
that much of a threat.

Old bag of bones.

A hundred pounds soaking wet.

Only way it could've gone, you

or her.

Are you sorry, Bobby-Terry?

Yeah.

Bobby-Terry!

You screwed it up!

Boo.

Out of my way! Fuck...

My sincere apologies
to the housekeeper.

No problem, Mr. Flagg.

I will get that handled
for you right away, sir.

I mean, I didn't know
he was gonna do that.

Give me six of your
best guys right this moment.

Make sure one of 'em is
that big fella,

Mr. M-O-O-N.

That guy. The big guy.

- Yeah.
- A guy named Moon?

There's something with "moon"
I was supposed to...

- What, Lloyd?
- M-O-O-N.

- Yeah. Yes, Moon.
- Moon.

- Wait, Moon?
- Moon.

What? What?!

He's about the best goddamn
janitor I ever saw.

Where do I find Mr. Moon?

Mr. Moon?

Come out, come out, Mr. Moon.

Where the fuck are you?

Hey, anybody seen Mr. Moon?

Norris, can you read me?
Frannie?

- Mother A!
- Anyone?

All right, anyone can hear us,

we're in a little bit
of a dead spot out here,

so we're gonna have to
get back to you

when we get
a little more altitude.

Grid square 26 is complete.

- Moving on to 27. Over.
- Mother A!

I got a little idea.
Why don't we park it,

take a nap,
see if Mother Abagail

comes to us in a dream.

Maybe she'll let us know
where she's at.

You're too
used to getting lucky.

I don't know,
might be worth a shot.

At least we'll get
a little shut-eye.

You know, a few months ago,

if you told me there was gonna
be some magical old Black lady

who could crack
into your dreams,

I would have laughed
in your face.

Well,

I would have laughed
right with you, my friend.

You ever step back and...

just think about
how far we've come?

Well, to tell you the truth,
Harold,

mostly I think about how far
we still have to go.

Nah. That's a Sunday stroll

compared to what
we've been through.

This time last year, no one'd
even heard of Captain Trips.

You'd never heard of
Frannie Goldsmith.

She'd never heard of you.

I don't know
what to say, Harold.

I wish I knew why things
end up the way they do,

but I don't.

But I do know that must seem
unfair to you, so I'm sorry.

You know, I'm starting to
get used to not knowing.

Not knowing all the whys
and the hows of it all.

Why'd all those people
have to die?

And we lived?

Shit, that ain't fair.

It just...
Well, it just is.

You make it sound
like it's all random.

You think it's not random?

It's destiny.

Stu?

Yo!

Norris?

Yeah. Trying to
raise you on the walkie,

this piece of shit.

-Glen wants you back at the house.
-What?

Go over what you're gonna say
at the... at the vigil.

We got an another hour left
on our shift.

Yeah, I... I got more hands out
here than I got work for, Stu.

You know?

Everybody wants to be a part

of getting her back.

But... it's probably
a waste of time, though.

What do you mean by that?

I never say never.

Not these days.

And especially not about her.

But she's
a hundred-year-old woman

out here with
no cold-weather gear, right?

It'd be a miracle if she made it
through last night.

Come on.

Come on, let's go.
It's starting.

Okay.

If I'm right, doesn't matter.

Doesn't matter.

If I'm wrong...

"Remember that time
Frannie's pregnancy brain

made her, like, crazy paranoid?"

Yeah.

If I'm right, it doesn't matter.

Ooh!

N-No, Harold! Fuck!

What is this?
What the fuck is going on?

What are you doing?

You weren't supposed
to see this.

Why are you here, Frannie?
It's so wrong.

This is all wrong.

It wasn't supposed
to go like this.

Captain Trips was supposed
to be my great adventure.

Me.

Me!

Harold Emery Lauder.

The kid everybody
looked right by.

The kid whose own
fucking parents

pretended like
he didn't even exist.

And then one day,
they didn't exist.

Not just them; everybody.

And it was just you and me.

You were the only girl
that I'd ever wanted

or cared about.

The girl that
I wouldn't have a shot with

unless I were the last man
on earth.

And then I was.

And then came
Stu fuckin' Redman.

And I was still alone.

And you all threw me away.

Again!

So I'm gonna fix things.

I'm gonna fix
this whole world, Fran.

One... blast of violence.

One pointed stroke of cruelty
to set the world right.

So you're gonna pay.

And I'm gonna kill
every last one

of Mother Abagail's
little fuck-wit disciples.

Except you.

Harold, what happened?

This isn't you.
I know you.

You don't know me.

I do.

I might be the only person
left in the world

who knows you.

We might be the only people left
who know each other.

You're my only connection to...
to the world

before all
of this shit happened.

-I n... I need that.
-Don't start pretending

like you care about me!

You think I didn't see
how you treated me?

Like I was the plague itself.

You think nobody cared
about you,

but it's just not true.

We were there all along.

All the people who cared
about you were there all along,

and we still are.

The world didn't turn
its back on you.

I tried...

and I tried...

again and again,

and all I got was
86 fuckin' rejection letters

and a world that hates me.

It is our responsibility
to keep trying, Harold...

to keep going, to survive,

and that means more now than
it ever has, you understand?

We can't do it alone... the only
way to do it is together.

And you taught me that, Harold.

We're the future, remember?

I'm sorry, Frannie.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

-I'm sorry.
-No! No, Harold, no!

No, no, no!

Harold! No!

-Don't do this, Harold! -You might
want to save your screaming

for someone
who'll actually hear it!

They're probably

on their way
to the vigil by now, Fran!

Oh, my God, the vigil. Harold,
you don't have to do this!

I do. It's the only way.

I'm gonna show you all
what I'm fucking worth.

No, Harold!

Please don't do this!

Harold?!

Hey, buddy, I'm telling you,

you got to play it slow
until you play every note right.

Got to take your time, man.

Hey.

You didn't have to come
all the way up here. I mean,

I would have dropped him off
last...

before I went to the...

Um, can we actually talk
for a second?

We're talking right now.

You were right before.

Empathy is not my strong suit.

Never has been.

I, um, spent my whole life

focused on one thing,
and I guess I just never

really made time
for other people.

Not even my mom.

No, I'm sorry.

Seriously.

Look, I know you care
about Joe's feelings

more than anyone in the world.

-I just...
-Not just Joe.

Last night, I...

I, um...

I told Sofia that she could go
to the vigil tonight.

You want me to come with you?

I think we both know
you need to be there.

Yeah.

You're a good man,
Larry Underwood.

The jury's still out
on that one.

You knock 'em dead tonight,
okay?

-Come on.
-Go ahead, dude.

Go hang with your friends
and Mommy Nadine.

We'll have another jam session
tomorrow, all right?

Nadine and Mommy Nadine

are two different people.

Come on.

Psst.

We got anybody
on the north side?

Anybody north side?

Nadine?

Nadine?!

What the fuck?

No fucking way.

You sure you don't need me?

You're gonna miss the beginning.

Long as I don't miss any
of that Stu Redman.

Go on, Joe.

Find yourself a seat.
I'll be right there.

I just need to take care
of something first.

...so He can't be entirely.

Never talk
to me like that again.

No one created me!

I am evil.

Evil existed long before good.

Joe. Go.

Please.

I'll be right back.

I promise.

That's my good Joe.

Shit. Fuck. Fuck.

Help. Help!

There's a bomb!

There's a bomb. Help!

Shit!

Look how he spends his time.

43 species of parrots.

Nipples for men.

- Slugs.
- Slugs!

He created slugs!

They can't hear, can't speak.

You can't send me anywhere

that God can't find me.

Started to think
you weren't gonna show.

I got tied up.

With Joe?

Or with Larry?

He broke into my house
last night, by the way.

What? Why didn't you
tell me that this morning?

Because I needed you
to hold it together.

So he knows?

About us?

Maybe.

About this?

Dumb fuck never got
in my basement.

-Good evening, Glen.
-Hey. Hey, how you doing?

-Hey there.
-Hi there.

What's up, man? Hang in there.

Glen.

Hey, Glen?

-No luck?
-No.

Haven't heard
from either of them?

No, no,
Frannie's not at our place,

and Larry's not answering
his walkie.

Maybe they ran off together.

Stu? Stu, come in.

No, I'm just saying,
it's part...

Yeah, go for Stu.

I know.
Just get the heat packs on her.

-Belly and armpits.
-Wait, Norris, Norris.

Slow down. Say that again.
I didn't catch it.

-Holy shit, Stu! -What the
fuck is he talking about?

Turn it up.

You broke up, Norris.
One more time. Come on.

We got her, Stu.
We got Mother A.

Just drive. -They found her!

Ask-ask them where they are!

-Okay.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hang on. Norris, Norris,
listen, listen, listen, listen.

-Can you hear me? -We got her!
-Where are you?

North side, by the school.

All right, get her
to the infirmary.

We'll meet you there.
We'll meet you there.

They found her.

Mother A. Alive.

They sent her to the infirmary.

I guess I'll see you there?

This is Harold Emery Lauder
speaking.

I do this of my own free will.

Stu.

Frannie!

Frannie, what is it?
What is it?

Bomb.

Bomb.

Get back!

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