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...spirit of our country.

Fellow citizens, still today on the 19th
anniversary of the war that tore this

great nation apart, we continue our
nationwide recovery effort.

Right now, as this country watches 50 of
our finest young men prepare for the

ultimate challenge, let us join together
in reflection and hope.

We give thanks for the state and the
opportunity it provides.

For the order it has
instituted for the good of

society, may it bring
us all back to prosperity.

We pray for the poor, the hungry,
the unemployed, and those without shelter.

Help us transform
hardship into hope, scarcity

into abundance, and
division into solidarity.

I just... I still don't understand.

I think you could probably still change
your mind.

- I don't think it's...
- The back-up date was yesterday.

I don't think he would let you.

I know it.

- The Major, he would...
- The Major would what?

You know what the Major would say.

This is my decision, okay?

Not yours.

This is the best way.

It's the only way.

Your father was here.

Okay, but he's not!

ID, please.

You brought the baseball?

I just... I don't know.

I made you these oatmeal chocolate chip,
your favorite.

Thanks, Mom.

Come here, baby.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Be a good boy, okay?

Okay, I will.

Okay.

Okay.

All right.

I love you better.

No, you don't.

That's a fact.

Okay.

All right.

I love you, Mom.

Bye.

Billy!

Wait!

Mom, I can't.

I can't.

I know.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Mom, it's just a few days.

I'll see you in a few days.

I know.

I can't.

I can't.

I gotta let you go, okay?

All right, Mom.

Okay.

Okay.

Bye.

I love you, Mom.

Hey, I'm Ray Garraty.

Pete. Peter McVries.

Nice to meet you.

You ready for this?

A little jumpy.

Maybe that's good.

Hey, what do you weigh?

178.

I'm 177.

They say heavier guys get tired quicker.

Shit.

Look at Superman.

Yeah, he built.

No body fat on that guy, Jesus.

It's gonna be tough to beat.

Hey, what's your name?

Stebbins.

Jesus, Stebbins?

You some kind of fitness nut?

Well, I don't think he wants to talk.

Yeah, all right, fine by me.

I don't give a shit.

Hey, Olson's the name.

Walking's my game.

I'm Ray Garraty.

You can call me Ray.

Peter McVries.

You can call him McVries.

I'm Art Baker.

Pleasure to meet y'all.

It's fucking terrifying, ain't it?

Yeah.

I ain't trying to think about it too much.

Just wanna walk and maybe make some
friends.

Hey. Hey, are you okay?

Me?

Yeah, you're pacing. Are you okay?

I'm just getting warmed up.

Yeah, a few hundred miles to get warmed up
when we start.

What's your name?

Curly.

Okay, Curly.

How old are you?

18.

Yeah, that kid lied to qualify.

Kid, if you're a day over 16, I'll eat my
fucking shoes.

Look at him.

Poor fucker doesn't know what the fuck
he's doing here.

Now, me?

I know exactly what the fuck I'm doing
here.

Gotta be aggressive.

I did my research on a major.

He says you wanna win this thing.

You gotta be raring to rip.

Fuck boys, I am raring to rip.

"Fuck boys, I am raring to rip."

Fuck you.

You sound like what you said.

Raring to rip.

A meemaw in the bowl in the morning,
man.

Right, guys?

The fuck is a meemaw?

Fuck you.

I was just fucking around.

Here he comes.

Shit on stick.

It's for the major.

Sit down, boys.

Keep him 13 in mind.

Hit number 13.

It's conservative energy whenever
possible.

Shut up, Olsen.

I read the rule book.

Now, as I call your name, step forward and
take your tags.

Put them around your neck.

And then go back to your place until I
instruct otherwise.

Ewing, James.

Number one.

Smith, Patrick.

Number four.

Barkovich, Gary.

Number five.

Baker, Arthur.

Number six.

White, Curly, Adam.

Number seven.

Sanders, Rank.

Number 19.

McFreeze, Peter.

Number 23.

Stebbins, Billy.

Number 38.

Good luck, son.

Olsen, Hank.

Number 46.

Garraty, Raymond.

Number 47.

Parker, Colley.

Number 48.

Harkness, Richard.

Number 49.

Now, fellas, line up by fives.

In no particular order.

Boys, it takes heavy, heavy sack to sign
up for this contest.

You've all got it.

You're men now.

As you all know, our country has been in a
period of financial struggle since the war.

And we did the first long
walk all those years to go

to inspire and reintegrate
the value of work ethic.

Each year after the event, there's a spike
in production.

We have the means to return to our former
glory.

Our problem now is an epidemic of
laziness.

You boys are the answer.

The long walk is the answer.

When this is broadcast for
all the states, your inspiration

will continue to elevate
our gross national product.

We will be number one in the world again!

Yeah!

Now, I'm not going to go through the whole
rule book, but it boils down to this.

Walk until there's only one of you left.

Maintain a speed of three miles per hour.

If you fall below the speed, you get a
warning.

If you can't make speed in ten seconds,
you get an additional warning.

Three warnings, you get your ticket.

Walk one hour at speed, one warning is
erased, and so on.

If you step off the pavement, you will get
your ticket without warning.

The goal is to last the longest.

There's one winner, and no finish line.

Any of you can win.

Any of you can do it if you walk long and
steady enough.

If you refuse to give up.

I look at each and every one of you,
and I see hope.

Now, boys, who's set to fucking win?

Yeah!

I said, who's ready to fucking win?

Yeah!

Luck to all, and remember, anyone can win.

Hey, Pete.

Pretty fucking desolate.

Oh, shit.

Thought there'd be more people,
I guess.

Major, he doesn't allow spectators until
the final stretch.

Except for the fucking locals.

Hey!

Smile, boys!

You're on candid camera.

Those aren't very candid.

If I spit at it, will it go away?

It's fucking creepy.

What is that?

Is that a wheat field?

Best in the world.

Hey, you from here?

Yeah, I'm from downstate.

So you the one.

The one what?

Mr. Garraty here is a walker from the home
state.

Warning.

Warning.

Number 38.

Smart.

What's smart?

Taking a warning while he's still fresh.

He gets an idea of where the limit is.

Yeah, but he's pretty fucking dumb to me.

Well, big boy's gonna
have no problem walking

an hour without
getting another warning.

And then he'll have this one taken off,
or have a clean slate.

That's a good strategy.

Hey, you think it's
smart stuffing your face

with all those jelly
sandwiches this early?

Fuck off.

Alright.

Olsen, that's gross.

What the fuck?

What?

What do you do?

It's fucking gum.

It's not fucking biodegradable.

Don't want to litter all over the fucking
place.

Jesus Christ.

Hank, you do realize that this whole road
is one big piece of litter, don't you?

Yeah, you're right.

Shit.

Jesus Christ.

I got a rock in my fucking shoe.

Whoa.

What the fuck is he doing?

Holy shit.

What the fuck?

Warning number five.

Second warning.

He's still fucking down there.

What's he doing, man?

Holy shit.

Get up.

Jesus Christ.

Get up, man.

Stop.

Warning number five.

Third warning.

Get the fuck up.

Fuck you, man.

Dumb fuck.

Idiot.

Dumbass.

Better not trip, fucko.

Y'all don't even know.

I just bought myself a rest.

All I see is for your lousy 30-second
rest.

Now you gotta walk three goddamn hours
without getting a warning.

What the hell you need a rest for,
anyway?

We just fucking started.

We'll see who gets his ticket first,
fuckwad.

It's all part of my fucking plan.

Yeah, well, this plan
and the stuff that comes

out of an asshole bear a
suspicious resemblance.

What you boys think about the wish and the
big prize?

First, yeah, I can't stop thinking about
all that money.

Rich men don't enter the kingdom of
heaven.

Oh, wow.

All right, hallelujah, Brother Garraty.

There'll be refreshments after the
meeting.

Hey, you a religious fellow, Garraty?

Uh, no, not particularly, but I'm no money
freak, either.

Okay.

Look, I'm a religious fellow.

I ain't ashamed to admit it.

I'm here for the money.

You know, it's easy to
bow your mouth to money

when you ain't grown up
dirt poor in Baton Rouge.

Believe me.

Growing up dirt poor in Baton Rouge,
it ain't no picnic.

It's one big sweaty hog fest.

Listen, I wouldn't mind having some money,
but there's more important things.

This walk doesn't matter, and the prize,
it certainly doesn't matter.

What?

That's some bullshit, Garraty.

Okay.

All right, well, look at it like this.

When the system backs people into a
corner, points to an escape hatch,

and says, that's the only way out, of
course we're all gonna try to go through it.

We've been set up to believe it's the only
way, the honorable way.

I mean, even though only
50 of us get picked in the

lottery, all the boys in
this country put in for it.

I'm not exaggerating.

Everybody puts in for it.

Even though it's not required.

Because we're all so fucking desperate.

What does that tell you?

What?

Nobody signs up for this.

Not really.

It's not smart to talk bad about the long
walk.

That's dissent, and it's
punishable by... Arrest me.

You gonna arrest him?

Didn't think so.

No, no, no.

You got a point, Garraty.

They say we have a choice, to sign up for
the lottery.

But do any of you know anyone ever who
hasn't?

Exactly.

I don't agree with you about money.

Baker's right.

It may not be the most important thing,
but it's pretty fucking high up there.

The right person can do a hell of a lot of
good with the right amount of money.

Yeah, but how many people
do you know with a hell of

a lot of money who are
doing a hell of a lot of good?

Won't be a miss when I win.

That's exactly what I want that money for.

Smoke?

No, I'm okay.

Yeah, I don't smoke neither.

Pick it up and learn.

Hey.

Hey, hint ten.

Save your win.

If you smoke ordinarily, try not to do so
on a long walk.

Will you shut the fuck up?

It is crap, though.

It is crap.

It is pretty shit.

Anyone else want this?

I don't smoke.

Bring it in, man.

Oh, a religious fella smokes, does he?

Hey, ain't nothing in the Bible about no
tobacco now.

Watch where the fuck you're going,
you fucking dipshit.

What's his problem, right, boys?

Hey, I'm Harkness.

Hey, Harkness.

You're Ray Garraty, home-time boy,
number 47.

Make very strong 23.

I suppose you're wondering why I'm writing
down everybody's names and numbers.

No, actually, I wasn't wondering.

Maybe because you were the squads.

Me?

No, no, no, no, no.

I'm writing a book, you see?

A book about the long walk.

I see that.

A book about the long walk from the
insider's point of view?

Make me rich.

No, if you win, you won't need a book to
make you rich.

Yeah, I mean, I suppose not, but I'd still
make one.

Heck of an interesting book, I think.

Ah!

Ah!

I'm a fucking jolly horse!

I'm a fucking jolly horse!

Ah!

Ah!

All right, Carly.

All right, just keep it slow, but just
fast enough.

Okay.

Okay?

Come on, put your weight under me.

That is what I think, man.

You're gonna keep walking.

Listen to Kate.

Don't keep walking.

You're with us.

She's with us.

That's right.

We out here in the sunshine just having
fun.

Don't be all right, okay?

She's loosening now.

Yeah, I promised you that you were gonna
keep walking from this.

You promised?

All right?

You're okay, right?

You all right?

Come on.

Come on.

Stick with me.

Stick with me.

Yeah, that's it.

Stick with me.

That's it, kid.

Stick with me.

We're right on pace.

We're right on pace.

Stick with me.

Okay?

Just keep walking.

That's right.

Just keep walking.

One, two, three, four.

That's it.

You got it.

Come on, young'un.

Keep walking.

You got it.

We just got to stay at this pace.

We just got to stay at this pace.

Come on, little boy.

You got this, man.

Come on, Curly.

Come on, Curly.

It's just you and me.

Come on.

Come on, Curly.

Come on, Curly.

Come on, Curly.

Come on, Curly.

Get up!

Oh, it ain't fair!

Oh, it ain't fair!

It ain't fucking fair!

Stop!

Warning, number 47.

Coyote?

Number 7.

Number 6.

Number 23.

We can't stop him.

This guy's getting over it.

Kick his ass.

One of our comrades has fallen.

Let's remember him fondly and celebrate
his bravery.

There will be many more, but none quite as
glory-filled as the very first.

And the very last.

Today, we walk for Carly.

Let's hear it, boys!

For Carly!

Goddamn right!

Hey, what is it?

You and Major.

Canteen, 47 calling for Canteen.

Hey, why'd you touch that carbine?

Like knocking on wood, I guess.

You a dead boy, Ray.

Hey.

Getting tired?

No.

Been tired for quite a while now.

What do you mean, you're not?

This one, Ray.

It's like Major said.

Ain't no finish line.

That's the biggest mindfuck in this race.

Wouldn't you agree?

I wouldn't disagree.

It's just, you know, I'm already feeling
it.

I'm not sure how much
longer I can... No, no, no.

Ray, Ray.

Come on, now.

That's how everybody banks.

But you see, we...
We gotta think different.

We don't think about making it to the end.

We think about moments.

Just...

Just making it to the next moment.

Yeah.

What do we think about now?

Well, that was easy.

We just gotta make it to this goddamn
heat, boy!

Oh, my God!

It's gorgeous.

Goddamn right.

Hey, Ray.

What you said back there about the long
wall?

And how no one ever really volunteers?

Yeah.

Where'd it come from?

My dad said it.

Dad's one smart motherfucker.

Yeah, I think so, too.

Hey, just go on dancing with me like this
forever, compadre, and I'll never tire.

Hey, we'll scrape our shoes on the stars
and hang upside down from the moon.

You okay?

Oh, Pete.

In days past, I would like to have been a
songwriter.

But it ain't those days, so I guess I'm
stuck here riffing for you.

Oh, it's not too bad.

Ain't too bad.

But you're Rayman Dirty, right?

I'm Pearson.

I think you got a secret admirer over
there.

I love you!

Come on, man.

She must be like 14.

I love you, Ray!

Maybe she just wants your autograph.

I thought spectators went fucking loud,
because we're on television and shit.

Get out of here, man.

Come on, don't be a sourpuss, Olsen.

The boy's got a fan.

Let him have his fun.

Thanks, Pete.

Hey, don't thank me too much.

I like you.

But if you fall over, I won't pick you up.

You're all in this together, right?

There's no harm in keeping each other
amused.

But you know what?

I take it back.

They say you shouldn't make friends in the
long walk, but fuck it.

I sort of like you three.

Even you, Olsen.

Fuck off.

No, I'm serious.

Hey, hey, hey.

A short friendship is better than no
friendship, right?

That's what I've been saying, right?

That's what I've been saying.

Come on, man.

Let's be musketeers.

How the fuck are we gonna be musketeers?

There's four of us.

Come on, now.

We stick together to where all that's
left.

How about that?

All for one!

One for all.

No, and again.

I need to hear it out loud.

All for one!

And one for all.

Hell yeah, man.

Yeah, not you.

You know, y'all sound like a bunch of
fucking queers, right?

Oh, you trying to suck this dick,
Buckovich?

Sounds like you want to eat my fucking
meat, you sick fuck.

Fuck!

My legs feel funny.

It's like the muscles are all turning
baggy.

Hey, relax.

Happened to me a few miles back.

It passes.

Warning.

Number one.

Shit.

Hey, man, that's Ewan.

It's like he's shaking and shit.

Warning.

Number one.

Second warning.

He must have some medical shit he didn't
report.

Hey, Vicko Buckovich!

Hey, Buckovich.

Go pay to your papers, little man.

Go.

Warning.

Third warning.

Number one.

Why won't they just fucking end it?

Hey, y'all should be fucking smiling.

The odds just went up for us.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I keep hoping that park gets easier.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Probably a nice place to live.

Yeah.

Spend me nice places to live.

You know, if I ever get out of this, I'm
gonna fornicate till my cock turns blue.

Okay.

Well, I never been so horny in my life as
I am right this minute.

Ain't that strange?

It is fucking strange.

Yeah.

Just a little bit, right?

Uh-huh.

Hey, I can even get horny for you,
right?

Oh.

Hey.

Nigga, give me a fucking shot.

Nigga, give me a fucking shot.

Can't get my dick in my mouth.

Oh, my God.

That smells so good.

Yo, Long John Silver.

That's me.

How the fuck am I gonna cross the seven
seas?

Hmm.

Nah, Sinbad.

What?

You're thinking of Sinbad.

You know, Sinbad and Shayla.

That's the seven seas guy.

Did you not hear that?

I don't give a fuck.

I'm trying to fuck.

Long John Silver lives on fucking Treasure
Island.

Just a fucking nerdy thing to say,
you know?

What?

I'm nerdy because I read fucking books?

I guess so.

Shit.

Hey, hey.

You think that shit ass has walked off his
warnings yet?

I mean, he must have.

In what?

Three hours, maybe?

Yes.

I'm fucking clean on mornings.

Fuck faces.

Okay.

Go to here.

Hey, what is that?

This is raw ground venison.

It's good energy.

Oh, God.

You off your Charlie musketeer?

Sure.

Won't puke all over the place.

Hey.

In France, they call it steak tartare.

It's a delicacy.

Mmm.

Oh.

Yeah, well, in France, they ain't so
smart.

Yeah.

In Roumour and Camus, it ain't so smart.

I don't know about any of
that fucking Camus shit, but I

do know that they eat the
fucking legs of frogs over there.

That shit is fucking disgusting.

Hey.

Disgusting.

Tastes like chicken when you're down
there.

You got that right.

Oh, hey.

Keep up.

Keep up.

Keep up.

Keep walking.

Come on.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm all right.

It's the fucking jelly leg thing.

Okay.

This water went away for a while,
but it's coming back now.

I just don't know what the hell I got to
add.

Just.

Why don't you stop talking so much,
buddy?

What's your speed, Olsen?

Okay.

Sure.

Because that's what we need to do.

It's 3.4.

Yeah, me too.

I'm assuming you guys.

Let's shave 0.3 off.

All right.

Oh, shit.

Oh, holy fuck.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

That's good.

I really feel the fucking difference.

Hey, so do I.

Me too.

I'm better, too.

Let's not stay here for too long.

You know, in the meantime, Pete...

Want to tell us about that scar?

Bacon's right.

Maybe we just keep quiet.

And...

I don't like it anyway.

Thanks, Rank.

Well, that's good to see you.

Hey, man, I've been meaning to ask you.

Rank, is it short for, like, Ranklin?

Like, Ranklin Delano Roosevelt or
something?

No, it's Rank.

Yeah, but what's it short for?

I mean, like... Just Rank.

You're saying your mama names you fucking
Rank?

Yeah.

No fucking way.

You're fucking with me.

Your goddamn name is Rank.

Oh, my fucking God, no way!

Oh, your mom must have failed
with the old coat hanger thing,

and she must have just had to
take it out on you some other way.

Warning, number five.

Come on, fuckface, you want me to dance on
your grape?

I'll do it, I'll do it.

Oh, shit.

Break it up.

Come on, Rank, don't let him fucking kill
you.

Asshole, leave the kid
alone before I pull your

fucking nose off and
make you fucking eat it.

Okay, meathead.

Come on, sissy boy.

Can't take a fucking joke?

Fuck.

Okay, okay.

All right, one more thing.

Don't take the bait, Rank.

I think your mama was giving out coupons
for blowjobs on 42nd Street.

I was thinking of taking her up on it.

What do you think about that?

Second warning, number 19.

Get up, Rank.

Get up, Rank.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Get up, Rank.

Get up.

Get up.

Get the fuck up.

Get the fuck up.

Hey!

Fuck.

Barkovich, you fucking asshole.

Hey, Barkovich.

Hey, Barkovich!

You're not just a pest no more.

Now you're a murderer!

You can't fucking say that shit,
man.

No, no, no, no, no.

Number five, you murdered that man!

I didn't do that shit.

I didn't fucking touch him.

He came after me, man!

Shut the fuck up.

Hey, look.

You murdered that man!

Kyle, you saw that shit, right?

What did the fucking say, man?

I know.

You like to talk, I'll let you talk.

Nothing like you, you motherfucker.

... Fuck off, okay?

Fuck you.

All of you.

Why don't you go back and dance on him,
huh?

Boogie on his back a little.

Entertain us.

I know you got that gas-sucking cock
yourself, Scarface.

Don't fuck with me.

I can't wait to see your brains all over
the fucking concrete, Balkovich.

You know I cheer when it happens.

You fucking piece of shit.

Hi, Mark.

Look at that crow over there.

Fuck.

Spooky bullshit.

Hey, hey, hey.

Have y'all had to poop yet?

Rationing.

Trying to avoid it.

Smart.

Warning.

Number 45.

Is something real bad happening up ahead?

It is so gross.

I don't even think I can write about it on
the internet.

It might kill the commerciality of it.

Commerciality?

Yes.

The overall sales potential.

You know, the people.

Yeah, we know what it is, man.

Oh, okay.

Well, listen.

Word's been coming down the line that's
got Ronald 45.

He's got the shits.

Real bad.

Warning.

Number 45.

Second warning.

Oh, shit.

Come on, man.

No, man.

Get it out.

Warning.

Number 45.

Third warning.

Hey, idiot.

Pull up your fucking hats and walk.

You better be dirty than fucking dead.

You better roll down your fucking leg.

Damn.

We won't avoid it, boys.

Unless you wash out quick.

The last 20 always have to shit.

Shut the fuck up, Stebbins.

What does it matter?

Let's just hope it happens quick.

I'm proud of you, boys.

You got sack.

Swingin' heavy as you cover these miles.

Heavy and long.

Where else in the world would you have an
opportunity like this?

Nowhere!

Is the answer.

Win that prize.

Your first night is almost upon you.

For some of you, it won't be the last.

But for some of you, remember,
with determination, pride, and ambition,

you will see the dawn.

You okay, compadre?

Yeah.

I'm alright.

I wanna tell you, it's just...

gotta wait till morning, alright?

It'll be our next, um...

moment.

Exactly.

Okay.

Okay, so...

In Dublin's fair city,
where the girls are so

pretty, I've first set my
eyes on sweet... Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

Oh, wakey, wakey, my boy.

That's you, rising strong.

What time is it?

It's 3.45.

But I've been... You've been... You've
been... You've been dozing for hours, yup.

That's mine.

Used to go to skatepads.

Watched what your feet could.

You know, I was sleeping, too.

Ain't it strange we can do that?

Doesn't make any fucking sense,
does it?

I mean, you know, I was even dreaming.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah, what about?

Uh, I was dreaming about my mom.

Yeah.

And, uh, she used to sing me this lullaby
that was so sweet, you know?

Yeah.

Yeah.

See, that's the stuff that will get us
through.

Yeah.

Come on.

Tell me about your mom.

What's her name?

Uh, mom.

Fuck off, man, you know what I'm talking
about.

Uh, um, Ginny.

Gin.

Ginny.

Gin.

Ginny, like, uh, like gin, like, um, you
know, what they make the martinis with.

I bet she a real looker, too.

I'm gonna punch you in your face.

I had a fucking shot in there.

It's so fucking funny.

She's a beautiful lady.

I hope you get one, two, three warnings.

Holy shit.

Stop talking about people's mom.

Thank you, Harkness.

All right.

You know, um, she doesn't sing the lullaby
anymore, though.

Yeah.

Pete, I miss her.

I gotta tell you, I didn't realize how
much I could fucking miss her.

You know you have to wear the seal,
right?

I think that us here in Freeport,
because we live there, you know,

but, um, I just gotta make it till there,
I guess.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You got a girl, right?

Um, yeah.

Yeah, um, yeah, I did.

Uh, you know, I had to end it because of
this, so that was that.

That's too bad, but smart.

Yeah, I think so, too.

Yeah.

Yeah, what about you, Pete?

You got a lady?

No, Ray.

No, I don't.

Fuck.

Uh-oh.

You dreaming about your boyfriend's dick
in your mouth?

Huh?

You see something green, Bakovich?

Just your scared little fucking ass.

That's all.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Come on, man.

Just three hours.

Just three hours and your state is wiped
clean.

Come on, just keep going.

Shut up, Pete.

Shut up!

Shut up!

Come on, stop acting like you don't want
me to get my ticket.

I know you just like the rest of you,
man.

Stop pretending like
you don't want to see me

with a fucking bullet
in the back of my head!

I was just trying to help.

Come on, step into it, bros!

And you have to race me the fucking time!

Shut up, you fucking freak!

Fuck me.

Fuck me!

Marty, you were going to die on this hill.

Maybe more than half.

It happened once six years ago.

Twenty-eight in total.

There we go.

Come on, four eyes.

You're dying tonight.

You're dying tonight.

Final warning.

Number 41.

Number 30.

Come on, Olsen!

You're going

to die tonight, Garraty.

I can fucking feel it.

You're going to fucking die tonight,
man!

I can feel

it.

You're going to fucking give in,
aren't you?

Run to your fucking head, Garraty!

Not good.

I feel faint.

Come on, Dre.

You can do this.

Put your canteen over your head.

There you go.

There you go.

Now keep one foot in front of the other.

That's it.

Now, refill.

Canteen 47, canteen.

Top of the hill.

You made it.

No, no, no, no, no.

Don't slow down.

Do not slow down.

Keep moving.

You'll catch your breath.

Hey, I didn't mean what I said back there,
okay?

Forget it.

No, I owe you a pot of spaghetti.

Oh, Pete, I owe you a lot.

It's all right.

It's all right.

You know I didn't mean it, right?

It's all good.

It's all good.

Don't be fucking dumb.

Keep the pace.

Keep the pace.

Keep the pace.

What about the rest of them?

The musketeers.

The musketeers are all good.

Keep walking.

Keep walking.

You got it.

You got it.

All he needs is a pitchfork.

It's all right to me, Pete.

I'm failing.

You think you'll win, right?

Uh... I, uh...

I need to.

We all do.

Yeah, to survive.

I get it, but...

I need to for other reasons.

Okay.

But you think you will.

No, Pete.

No, I don't.

How about you?

I stopped thinking I had any real chances
around 11 last night.

You know, I had an idea that when the
first guy fell off, the soldiers were

pointing their guns and
when they pulled the triggers,

little pieces of paper with
the word bang will pop out.

The major will go April Fools and we'll
all go home.

Do you know what I'm saying?

Yeah, Pete, I do.

Yeah.

It took me a while to realize the real
good truth of this.

This is walk or die.

Simple as that.

Not survival of the physically fittest.

If it was, I'd have a good chance,
but...

There are mothers who left a fucking car
if their kid was pinned underneath.

The brain, Gary.

Not man or God.

There's something in the fucking brain.

I don't have that.

I don't want to beat people that badly.

And I thank God because I think when the
time comes, when I'm tired enough,

I think I'll just sit down.

I hope that's not true, Pete.

All that last balker fish, though.

That I can do, at least.

We can both do that.

How many people are left?

What came up?

We lost 14 last night.

Which means 18 left, I think.

It's in and out, Ray.

More than 5% chance now.

Did you walk off your mornings?

Yes, I did.

Ray, you know it's true morning now.

You gonna tell me?

What a dipshit state this is.

Fucking trees in one of those towns every
place.

Is there city in this whole fucking place?

You know, it's funny, Kali.

We like to breathe fresh air instead of
smog.

Ain't no smog in Sioux Falls, you fucking
hick.

All right, no smog.

Just a lot of, what is it, hot air?

Now, now, boys, come on.

This our gentleman.

First one to get his hair blown off has to
buy the other one a beer, huh?

How about that?

I don't like beer.

Fucking pumpkin.

He's buggy.

You know you seem buggy, too, Ray.

Fuck me, is everyone buggy this morning?

I bet Olsen's got the bugs, too.

Hey, Olsen!

Hey, hey!

Come on, come on, McGree.

Hey, leave him alone, man.

He ain't had a good night.

He ain't doing so well.

Hey, how'd you sleep today?

Huh?

Because I slept just fucking great.

Hey, Olsen!

You want to go for a walk?

Go to hell.

Come on, what?

What did you say?

Go to hell!

Just trying to keep me interested.

Mm-hmm.

Warning.

Warning, 49.

My ankle.

My ankle's all twisted up.

Warning.

Second warning, 49.

Come on, Harkness.

Just keep it moving.

One foot in front of the other.

You got this.

Hey, get out of here!

Yeah, you, get out of here!

You won't see this.

Get out!

Warning.

Third warning, 49.

Finally.

I'm gonna go.

Go home.

It's so fucked.

This thing is so fucked.

It's all so fucked.

You're too emotional, Garraty.

That'll get you in the end.

You know you hardly talk when what you do
is just fucking garbage.

Harkness, man.

Poor Harkness.

Why don't you write him a fucking poem,
then?

I actually... You know what?

You should write him a song, songwriter.

Why don't you kiss my ass, killer?

Hey, don't fucking say that shit.

You're fucking wrong to say that,
man.

I'm not fucking wrong.

You're fucking wrong, man.

Oh yeah?

What you gonna do?

I got plans for you, motherfucker.

Okay?

Hey.

You good?

I mean, I'm...

better than fucking Harkness, I guess.

That's good, boy.

Remember, you can't have it both ways.

Hey, Hank!

I'm sorry for busting your balls,
man.

I really am.

I'm sorry for busting your balls,
man.

Give yourselves due kudos, boys.

Let's hear it.

You made it 100 miles.

That's a goddamn accomplishment.

That's a goddamn accomplishment.

Keep on.

The prize awaits.

The prize awaits.

Hey, how the heck you always look so
fresh?

You even human?

It's not a trick.

The Major sleeps at night.

After supper.

He even showers.

That ain't fair.

It's not about fair.

Oh, you fucking fuckhead.

You goddamn bag.

You getting sick, Stebbins?

Oh, wouldn't you like that, Garraty?

Just allergies.

Oh, geez.

I got him every spring.

Oh, shit!

He's running for it!

Come on, now!

Fuck, man!

That just woke me up.

Boy, I'd kill for a foot massage right
now.

If I win this, if I win, I swear
to God, I might be tempted

to use my wish for a foot
massage right there on the road.

You serious, Baker?

No, man, of course not.

I'm asking to have one of them,
uh...

What you call them?

One of them space rockets.

Huh?

Yeah, those space rockets take me to the
moon.

Yeah.

Yeah, I always wanted to go to the moon.

Anywhere's better than here.

Hey, you know, that's not a bad wish,
Baker.

Remember that one kid that,
uh... What, he wished for, uh...

I think it was a pet elephant?

Yeah.

Yeah, and they gave it to him.

They brought it out with his head on
everything and he just rode it home.

Yeah.

It really will give you anything you want.

That's why I'm asking to go to the moon.

I'm on a wish for ten naked ladies.

Oh, shit.

There he is.

I thought we lost you.

I'm fine.

The fuck you gonna do with ten naked
ladies?

Yeah, you said you were gonna be nice,
McBreeze.

That's a stupid fucking wish, Olsen.

How is that a stupid fucking wish?

You fruity or something?

No, that's not the point, Olsen.

All I'm saying is that when you win,
you get like a gazillion dollars.

You can pay for ten naked ladies to come
over to your house whenever you'd like.

It's just...

You know, when you win, you should wish
for something that you can't pay for.

Oh, no.

I don't want to have to fucking pay for my
naked ladies.

That's gross.

Hey, you do realize if you get
your wish, someone's gonna

have to pay the ten ladies
to get naked for you, right?

Mm-hmm.

Okay, I never thought about that.

No, you didn't.

Oh, shit.

What'd you wish for, McGreece?

I had a wish for a long time.

For years, actually, but...

I've changed my wish in the last couple
days.

From now on, I'm gonna wish that Long Walk
has two wins.

Because then, in the years
to come, people can have

hope that maybe their
friends just might make it.

I'd never allow that shit.

Well, hell if I don't try.

That's beautiful, Pete.

Fuck off, man.

No, I'm not fucking with you.

I'm dead serious.

That's really fucking goddamn beautiful.

Well, I still think ten naked ladies is a
fucking no-brainer.

Aw, Jesus.

How about you, Garraty?

Ah, no, I'm not saying.

It's like a birthday wish, you know?

Aw, come on, man.

I'm not trying to jinx it.

Come on, Garraty, come on.

The chances are gonna be you, or any one
of us, for that matter, is slim to none.

What's the harm?

Chances are getting better and better.

And, you know, I'm feeling pretty good
today, so...

Look at you.

There you go.

But, uh, I don't know how many of us are
left.

One, two, three, four, five,
six... It's around 15, probably.

I don't know.

Those are no longer bad odds.

This ain't enjoyable at all anymore.

There's no fucking flavor.

You talking about the piece of gum?

I got this feeling in the depth of my gut.

As long as this gum lasts so long,
what do I do?

When she goes, I go.

We gotta make it through this thing
together, me and the gum.

That's as beautiful as it is disgusting,
Olsen.

No, no, no, no.

Don't change the subject now, Garraty.

Nah, I'm not.

You ain't here for the money, right?

Give us a nibble.

What you here for?

Listen, I'll tell you this.

I want my wish to change things.

You know, maybe stop this whole thing
altogether.

You can't wish for things that cause changes
in a state's policies and procedures.

Oh, my God, Olsen, no, that's not what I'm
talking about, my man.

I'm just saying, I'm not wishing for
something to change.

If I get it, it might enact change.

You know, indirectly.

The fuck are you hiding, Garraty?

Ain't these supposed to be your best
fucking friends?

Hey, shut the fuck up, killer.

Huh?

Go find your own circle, man.

Hey, gotta be careful saying that kind of
stuff out loud, man.

The Major have you shocked for talking
about ideas like that.

No, I know.

It's just, um...

I don't know.

I figure within the next two days,
I'm either gonna be dead or the winner.

Might as well speak while I can.

Hey, he's right.

No, you're right, Garraty.

Fuck the long walk.

There you go, Pete.

Hey, fuck the Major.

There you go.

Fuck the long walk.

Hell yeah, Carter.

Fuck the Major.

Come on, Baker, what you got?

Screw the walk, man.

Oh, come on, Olsen.

Don't be a fucking pussy, now.

The Major isn't a smart target.

Fuck the Major.

Oh, shit, Stebbins.

He gonna have to fucking shoot me.

Is that what you gonna do?

Fuck the long walk.

Fuck the Major.

Fuck those fucking soldiers.

Fuck the long walk.

Fuck the long walk.

Fuck the long walk.

Fuck the long walk.

Fuck the long walk.

Fuck the Major.

Fuck the Major.

Fuck the Longwall!

There it is.

Yeah, fuck the Longwall!

Fuck you!

Oh...

Hey.

What?

You want to get some sleep?

Come on, man.

Uh... That's what we need.

Thanks, Pete.

Thanks, Pete.

All right.

Stay right there, Pete.

All right, don't drop it, all right?

You playing ball?

You ready?

Hit me.

There you go.

Whoa, Art.

Whoa!

Jesus.

Don't take long now.

Come on.

You gotta go.

That's good.

Number six.

Come on, Art.

Fucking nasty.

Pinch it off, my man.

Ain't so easy with the...

What,

you need a gun to your head to get up from
a shit?

Jesus.

God damn.

Fastest crap I ever took.

You should have brought an issue of the
New Yorker with you.

Never could go long without a crap.

Most guys, they...

They crap once a week.

Me, I'm a once a day type of guy,
you know?

I don't crap once a day.

I take a laxative.

There are three great truths in the world.

A good mill, a good screw, and a good
shit.

Yeah, that's all.

Olsen's a smart man.

He keeps saying crap, though.

What's up with that?

It's always sounded a little less vulgar
to me than the... than the S-words.

Well, I ain't never heard of the Bible
forbidding the word shit.

How about you, Ray?

Not me.

Yeah, well, it's not that it's a rule or
anything.

It's just, you know, the idea is the
Bible.

The Bible says...
Sorry, can you break off?

You stink.

Listen, it's not your fault.

You didn't have time to wipe.

But we should all be fucking paying for
it, you know what I mean?

Sorry, Ray.

I love you.

Yeah, we love you.

Thank you.

Just keep it, you know, just like...

Just run like two miles up the road,
okay?

Well, Ray, we're alone.

How about it?

It's just gotta stay between us,
Pete.

You have my word, Patrice.

And I mean something.

Um...

My dad, uh... You know...

My dad was my hero.

And, um...

You know, he always
wanted to show me things

that honestly could
have gotten him jailed.

You know, he wanted to show me books by,
you know, Nietzsche and Kierkegaard,

Mark Twain and Camus, and show me music,
real fucking uninhibited music.

Yeah.

And just, you know, that was the kind of
guy he was.

He was uninhibited.

And just, uh...

You know, I don't know.

I wanted to know the old ways.

So he showed it to me.

I know that shit's legal now.

Yeah, I think he thought he had a system.

He thought he was being careful,
but...

Dad,

do you mind grabbing the baseball?

It's right next to the sewing machine.

Thank you.

Hey.

Oh.

Dad?

William, what did you do?

Dad?

What's happening?

William!

He says things he doesn't mean!

He says things he doesn't mean!

Mr. William Garraty, you've been accused
and convicted for high crimes of

possession and teaching of bad materials
and ideas.

Do you pledge allegiance to the state,
the system, and the squads here and now,

on the street, before your family,
or immediate deactivation?

There's still time to be an example for
your son.

Still time for you to make the honorable
choice.

It's your decision.

No, sir.

Oh, my God.

I will pledge no such allegiance.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Good luck to you, Mr. Garraty.

No!

May God show mercy.

Never forget who you are, Ray.

God.

I'm so sorry.

It's all right.

I'm all right.

Oh, Ray, it's not all right.

Yeah, you're right.

It's not.

And that's why I'm gonna kill him.

No.

Yeah.

How?

Ray, you can't wish...
Yeah, I have a wish.

A wish that will give
me the ability to do it

once I'm the winner, once
I'm close enough to him.

What?

I'm gonna wish for the carbine.

The gun?

That they'd have to give it to you.

Yeah, and that's how I do it.

Right fucking there.

But you gotta win first.

Yeah, but, Pete, I'll tell you this.

Nobody wants it more than me.

Nobody here wants it more than I do.

I'm not arguing with that composure.

Listen, my dad was the last true good
person on this planet.

I swear to fucking God.

And he was willing to risk everything in
order to show me the old ways.

This is my chance to do my part.

Change things the way he wanted to.

It's my chance to cut off the fucking head
of the dragon.

Ray.

He chose to leave you.

How's that good?

Gary, do you have any idea how hard it is
to fucking kill a man?

I'll kill a deer and that's hard enough.

Like, killing a man is only easy for a
certain kind of person.

I'll become that kind of person.

Nah, I'll be fucking sad.

Those kind of people can't see the beauty
in this world.

What fucking beauty?

The sky, the trees, the birds,
fuck, man, everything.

You sure what else is beautiful?

Us.

Because we're real friends only.

Pete, what does it matter?

Whether we had three hours, three days,
or three decades.

This moment.

This fucking moment.

Say it.

This matters.

This moment matters.

Yeah.

Goddamn right, let's get to you.

But it doesn't really matter, does it,
Pete?

Because when this moment's over,
I'm still gonna go fucking kill him.

Fair enough.

But realize, even if you pull it off,
they'll fucking kill you.

You don't know that shit.

I'll be the winner.

That's uncharted territory.

What about your mom?

Don't fucking bring up my mom,
Pete.

What about your mom?

Does she know?

No, she doesn't.

This thing's bigger than me and my mom.

Pete, look at that bunch of fucking pigs.

They want to see our fucking brains on the
concrete, man.

They'd just as soon see yours.

Oh, how you fucking see it.

Look harder.

See that?

That's a family, and they love each other.

We can't get mad at them
for being conditioned to

think that this is okay when
we're the fucking same.

You know what, Ray?

A wish means nothing if you don't believe
in that family over there.

If you don't believe they're worth being
saved, you may as well sit down right now

and let them rid of you
with bullets, because

vengeance, Ray,
vengeance is not enough.

See that?

That's something to be grateful for.

You ever had a brother, Ray?

No.

Never.

You want to walk with me a while?

Yeah.

Yeah, I do, Pete.

Help me!

Please, my feet, help me!

My feet, please!

Wait!

Who the fuck is that?

It's Dressler, and this is the guy.

Kid with the radio.

Third warning, 24.

Fuck, man!

I wanna go home.

Jesus, I wanna go home.

Fuck.

I wanna go home.

You tired, Gary?

Am I tired?

Yeah, I'm a little tired.

I'm exhausted.

And getting a job?

No.

You're not exhausted.

Not yet.

I don't know why I bother talking to you,
man.

It's like talking to fucking smoke.

Olsen's exhausted.

He's almost through now.

You got balls talking about Olsen looking
the way you look.

He shit himself.

You smell that?

Even I can't.

The fuck are you driving at, man?

Why don't you ask your hick friend,
Art Baker?

The mule doesn't like the plow, but
it sure does like the taste of carrots.

Watch Olsen.

He doesn't quite know it yet, but he's
lost his appetite for the carrot.

Olsen.

Hank.

Olsen.

Olsen, talk to me, man.

What's going on?

Hey, hey.

Talk to me.

If that was just talking
about carrots and

donkeys, I don't know
what's happening, but...

You okay?

You alright?

Talk to me.

God's garden...

is full of weeds.

Hank.

Hank!

Hank, keep walking, Hank!

Hey, Hank!

Come on, just keep walking!

Keep walking, Mike!

Come on!

Olsen, get that fucker!

Fuck!

I

can't fucking back here now!

Mark, he's dead!

Why the hell don't they just finish him?

They gut shot him.

They're gonna let him bleed out.

It's deliberate to
discourage any of us from

doing the old charge of
the light brigade number.

Hank!

Hank!

Hey, buddy!

Buddy!

Buddy!

No, no, no, no, no!

Wait.

Come on.

Why'd you do this?

Ray!

Ray!

Why'd you do this?

I did it wrong.

Mark, get the fuck out!

I did it all wrong.

Why?

I did it all wrong.

I need you to get the fuck out right now.

He's dead.

He's dead.

Hey!

I did it wrong!

Mark Starr, I was dead!

He's dead, and one of you will go lose you
too!

I did it all wrong!

I couldn't save him.

I know, I know, I know.

I couldn't save him again!

I know.

I couldn't save him.

I know.

I wish you

would have shot one
of those fuckers still

can't get over the pure
fucking idiocy of Olsen.

Why don't you keep his name out your
fucking mouth?

He didn't go out quietly.

Can I respect the hell out of him for
that?

I respect it as well.

So what of it?

He was married.

That's a load of bullshit.

It's the truth.

Told a few of us at the drop-off.

Got a lot of ball-busting for it.

He's the only one.

The only one with a fucking wife.

Get this, her name's Clementine.

Like the song.

Okay fellas, let's make a promise right
now.

Whoever wins has to do something for his
wife.

How about that?

It's exactly fucking right, Pete.

Do what?

I'm not the fuckwater decided to widow
her, you know.

Listen, just money or something just to
make sure she's okay.

All right?

Sounds like some bleeding-heart bullshit
to me.

Oh fucking come on, punk.

Come on.

I know you got a heart in there somewhere.

Fucking say I never did anything for you,
Negrees.

My man.

What about you, Baker?

Order.

Number 23.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Come on.

Yeah.

What about you, Stebbins?

Why not?

Go team.

You feeling okay?

No, I'm not feeling okay.

It's It's a hell of a thing.

I haven't been sick in ten years.

And my body decides
to do it during this exact

stretch of days like
some cruel fucking joke.

It's called irony.

I know what irony is.

Don't stop me, though.

I'll still fucking win this shit.

Fuck!

Hey, um...

Why didn't your buddy ask me if I wanted
to help hang Skrull out, you know?

I mean, um...

You know, I wanted to BS.

You didn't hear me say I didn't want to
BS, did you?

No, I didn't hear you say that,
no.

Shit, man.

I think I just got off on the wrong foot
with you boys, you know?

Like, I'm a good enough guy, if you get to
know me.

I just... I don't really have a crowd,
you know?

I never had a crowd in school,
I guess is what I'm trying to say.

You know, I was always getting off on the
wrong foot.

But, um... Okay.

Fuck, man, I mean...

Guys... Guys gotta have a couple of buddies
on a fucked up thing like this, right?

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Shit.

Damn.

Listen, man, um...

That Ranked shit... Yeah.

Man...

I...

I didn't want to see him go.

You know, I...

I would never, you know...

Fuck, man.

I just...

I can't stop fucking hearing it and seeing
it in my mind over and over again, man.

I can't fucking do it anymore,
man.

I just gotta...

I'm just...

I'm fucking sorry, man.

And... And... And I...

I can't think it's my fucking fault,
right?

Yeah.

It's not my fault, right?

It's not.

Okay.

It's not.

Okay?

So... So what... What
do you want, kid?

You want to be a...

You want to be a part of the deal?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

That's what I was saying.

Okay.

Yeah.

Okay.

I'll tell that...

I'll tell that bitch she
can have enough bread to

stay on Fifth Ave the
rest of her fucking life.

Okay, man.

And if... If you don't mind telling your
buddies just that I'm a part of it, man.

I can tell Pete.

Yeah.

Thanks, man.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Oh, shit.

Man.

Guys gotta have a couple buddies,
man.

That's what my daddy always used to say.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Oh, shit, man.

I'm sorry, man.

I just... It's okay.

It's okay.

I don't want to die.

I hate it, you know?

You gotta die.

And that's the fucked up thing about all
this is that we all gotta go, you know?

It just doesn't...

Doesn't have to be like this right now,
you know?

Doesn't have to be
like this, but... Yeah.

Fuck!

Fuck, man.

Hey.

Can't fucking stop it, man.

Hey, you okay?

The fuck did you just say?

The fuck did you just say, man?

It's gonna be fucking good.

I didn't fucking mean to kill that kid,
man.

I didn't fucking mean it, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

I'm fucking sorry, man.

Yeah.

Fuck!

Hey, Gary.

Come on, man.

It's all right.

We're all right.

We're all just friends right now,
man.

We're all just walking together as
friends, okay?

Yeah.

You got us.

You got it.

You got your pack.

Alright?

Come on.

Okay?

So we're gonna keep walking.

I'm gonna go tell Pete that...

I'm gonna go tell Pete you wanna be part
of the plan, alright?

Thanks, man.

Alright.

Alright, keep walking, please.

Okay.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh, fuck, man.

I gotta go, man.

I gotta fucking go, man.

Hey, it's alright, Gary.

Just keep... ah, fuck, man.

Hey, Bokovic.

Hey, Bokovic.

Pete, just let him walk.

Come on.

Keep walking, Gary.

Warning, number five.

I'm gonna be with you whores forever now,
okay?

What the fuck?

Fuck, no!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

How the fuck did he do that?

Fuck.

How the fuck did he do that?

Everyone keep walking.

Huh.

Third warning five.

Final warning.

In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a
mine, dwelt a miner, forty-niner,

and his daughter, Clementine.

Yes, I loved her.

Though her shoes were number nine.

Hair in boxes without tops, sandals worked
for Clementine.

Oh, my darling.

Oh, my darling.

Oh, my darling Clementine.

You are lost and gone forever.

You

gave it fucking close, Ray.

What?

To your mom.

Oh, yeah.

It shouldn't be that.

It shouldn't be long now.

You unlucky son of a bitch, Gary.

Get to see your mom.

What the hell am I gonna see between now
and the end, huh?

No one but the fucking pigs who come to
stare.

I'm homesick.

And I'm fucking scared.

Yeah, I'm scared too, Carlo.

If it makes you feel any better,
I think we're all homesick.

You know, it's fucking easy for you to
talk.

This is your home state.

You're the only one who gets to see
family.

I don't know.

I think maybe it might make it worse.

There's a fucking U button in four.

I think he's got it harder than either of
us.

I think he might throw him off.

Oh, fuck off.

You're both crazy.

You really think it's gonna be harder?

I just want you to keep on walking.

Who made it to Freeport, Pete?

200 and 86.

We live to fight another day.

Fuck.

My shoe fell off.

You gotta get rid of them both,
Gary.

Or else some nails will start poking
through.

Plus you work harder when you're off
balance.

Warning.

Number 47.

Fuck me.

Your feet.

Hi, mama.

Your feet.

Baby.

Your feet.

Don't slow down, bro.

Can't stop.

Warning.

47.

I'm so sorry.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Please.

Please.

No.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I don't want to think about it.

I'm so sorry, mom.

Just don't do this in front of her.

Don't do this in front of her.

Fuck you.

You fucking piece of shit.

You were right.

I did what my dad did.

Pete, I have made such a fucking massive
mistake.

I should have just stayed in the fucking
car.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

She's still there, Pete.

Please.

You've been walking for five days.

I've been walking my whole fucking life.

You know, my parents both died in the big
war when I was when I was little.

And you know the damnedest thing?

I don't remember a single thing about
them.

A drunk uncle took me in.

He beat the shit out of me and died in the
pool of his own puke when I was ten.

After that, I made kids sort of like me.

No parents, or parents that didn't give a
fuck.

I lived on couches in basements.

I slept in fields and ditches.

It took years before I was finally caught
by the state.

But nothing was as bad as how I was
living.

Picking fights.

Stealing shit.

Picking more fights.

Until one day I picked a fight with the
wrong guy.

Yeah.

The guy who knew his way around a hunting
knife.

He cut me.

He cut me fucking good.

You see this, right?

Look at that, you see that?

You see it, yeah?

He left me for dead.

I woke up in the hospital and you know
what?

You know what, Ray?

I wasn't even upset.

Because it wasn't his fault it was mine.

And so that moment I
said I'll always choose to

find some light in all
this fucking darkness.

Because what's the point of a second
chance if not?

You do find the light, Pete.

You do.

I don't have that in me though.

I would've been fucking dead if it wasn't
for you.

You think this shit is easy?

Huh?

No, it's fucking hard.

I try fucking hard.

Yeah.

I don't have much to lose.

I have everything in the game and that's
why I'm here.

I want that prize so I can do something
good.

Maybe help some children who are like me.

Sure I could've used, Ray.

What?

Your brother.

Ray, listen, if you
make this... If?

I suggest you choose love.

I suggest you take that
prize and go home to your

mom because Ray, Ray,
you don't fucking care.

And you deserve it.

Thanks, Pete.

Yeah.

Hey, listen.

I've been thinking.

We've all got to get together on
something.

What?

We've all got to make an agreement.

And from here on out, no help for anyone.

Either do it on your own or you don't do
it.

The fuck's that supposed to mean?

The fuck's that supposed to mean?

Pete, I think you might be right.

You can't keep saving me.

What about the Musketeers?

Oh, fuck your Musketeers.

It's better for all of us and you know it.

And my nose.

I ain't had a nosebleed in years.

Nobody give a shit about your nosebleed,
Baker.

We've all got our issues if you couldn't
tell.

What'd you say?

Oh, shut up.

Parker.

Collie Parker, you in?

Collie.

Fuck you.

Goddamn, move my car!

F**k that!

My nose... my nose... My nose!

Hey, my nose.

My nose won't stop bleeding.

It ain't that bad, is it?

No.

No it's not that bad.

It's an internal hemorrhaging,
pretty common.

Please, I can't play.

I'm sorry.

I'm going home.

Don't apologize.

Don't apologize, Art.

Keep your head up, buddy.

You gave this your all.

I did.

Yeah.

I did.

Like fuck you did.

I did.

Yeah.

And you know what?

We even made some friends.

That's goddamn right.

Hey, Art.

You've been a hell of a fucking friend.

Truly.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Thanks, both of y'all.

Of course.

Did y'all do something for me?

Absolutely.

You think in part, right?

You give this to my grandma?

You make it?

Of course.

Of course.

Promise me one thing.

Yeah?

Don't watch.

Don't watch.

I didn't know what you were doing.

I didn't promise you.

Promise me.

I promise.

Promise me.

I promise.

I promise.

Thanks.

I'm going home.

Just a little longer.

No.

Just a little longer.

Falling West.phinровny, 486.

Fucking cat, man.

You know what?

I want more than anything.

No.

Well, yeah.

Sir, that's fine and good.

And I choose.

You're in the home stretch.

For better or for worse, there's going to
be wheat and there's going to be chaff.

You choose, boys.

Remember?

You choose.

Shut the fuck up.

Holy shit.

Suck a dick, will you?

I mean, you fucking lotus eater.

You old sack of shit.

Shut up.

That's the spirit, my boy.

That's the killer fucking instinct.

Ain't no prisoners.

Flex that sack and go get that prize.

Warning.

Twenty-three.

Twenty-seven.

Second warning.

Thirty-eight.

What would happen if we slowed at the
exact same time, huh?

There's no way any three
humans can measure exactness like

these instruments that have
it down to a silent increment.

How the fuck do you know so much about the
long walk anyway?

It's all on record.

You never read a book.

It ain't too hard.

Come on, man.

It's almost over.

Say something real.

I'm the rabbit.

Huh?

I'm the fucking rabbit.

You've seen them.

Those little gray mechanical rabbits that
the greyhounds chase at the dog races.

God, no matter how fast the dogs run, they
never can quite catch up to the rabbit.

Because the rabbit isn't flesh and blood.

Maybe you're right, Garraty.

Maybe we should stop being rabbits and
pigs and goats and sheep and misty people.

Real people.

Who bleed.

You want to know how I know so much about
the long walk?

The Major's my father.

I'm his bastard.

I didn't think you knew I was his son.

That's where I made my mistake.

He's got dozens of us.

For my wish, I was gonna ask to be taken
into my father's home.

To be invited for tea.

But I guess this rabbit is flesh and
blood.

And this flesh and blood is failing me
now.

I can feel my liver going.

My lungs filling with fluid.

And I'd like to end this shit with my head
held high.

Instead of crawling on my belly like a
reptile choking on my own mucus.

Think it'll rain tonight, boys?

I don't know.

But it looks that way.

I always loved the rain.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

There's gonna be crowns.

They allow them when there's two.

The real diehards are the ones that will
walk with you.

The ones that want to see the Major do the
final kill.

Just keep walking, okay?

I'm glad it's you two.

Nice walking with you, Stebbins.

In honor.

Good luck.

Come on.

Do me.

Fifty percent chance now, Pete.

Fucking do me!

Pete, can I tell you something?

Sure.

When I was a kid, Ray, I never really
thought about death.

You know, I don't think most kids do.

And so you're confronted by it.

But once I was, I was scared shitless.

I was so afraid of it.

But there's something about being with
these boys.

I don't know.

It reminded me that the
only guarantee you have

as a human being is
that you are going to die.

And if you're lucky, you get to choose how
to spend those last moments.

And you're right, Pete.

This moment matters.

Every moment matters.

Especially at the end.

I don't know why that calms me.

But I'm not afraid anymore.

You're going to win this, compadre.

Get up.

No.

You're going to do this for your mom.

It's for your mom.

Get off me, Ray.

What the fuck are you doing?

Being a brother to my brother.

Come on.

Just walk in here a little more,
okay?

He convinced the motherfucker.

I can't.

I can't see it.

But you can.

That's why I love you.

Ray!

Ray!

I love you, Pete.

Ray!

Ray!

Get the fuck off!

Ray!

Good luck to you, Mr. Garraty.

May God reward your bravery.

Ray!

Ray!

I'm sorry, Mom.

Mr.

McBreeze.

The cash prize is yours.

So tell me, son.

What you wish?

The whole

nation is watching, son.

What you wish?

I want a carbine.

I want a carbine.

You'll have one.

You'll have one.

No.

I want that carbine.

To give to my kids one day.

Sir?

Give him his wish.

He won't shoot anyone, boys.

He's won too much.

And remember, this one wants to make the
world a better place.

Isn't that right, son?

Isn't that right, son?

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

That's all right, son.

No harm done.

Not yet.

Put the gun down.

The whole world is waiting for you.

There's more riches than you could
possibly imagine.

Put the gun down.

The prize is yours for the taking.

For the taking.

Don't throw it away.

This is for Ray.

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