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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

solidarity.

I still don't understand.

I think you could probably still change your mind. I don't think... Is it back

how it was yesterday?

I think like you.

You know what, 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.

The fuck is here? Okay, but he's not!

ID, please.

You brought the baseball?

Yeah, I just... I don't know. I need 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. All right, I love you better.

No, you don't.

That's a fact.

Okay. I love you, my boy.

Billy! Mom, I can't. I can't.

I know.

It's going to be okay.

It's going to be okay.

Mom, it's just a few days.

I'll see you in a few days.

I gotta let you go, okay?

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Okay, bye.

I love you.

Hey, I'm Ray Garrity.

Pete. Peter McBreeze. 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.

Like a superman.

Yeah, he built.

No body fat on that guy. Jesus.

It's going to be tough to beat.

Hey, what's your name?

Stevens.

Jesus, Stevens?

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.

Hank Olsen's the name. Walking's my game.

I'm Ray Garrity. You can call me Ray.

Peter McVries.

You can call him McVries.

I'm Mark 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 want to walk in 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?

Eighteen.

Yeah, that kid likes to qualify.

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

Look at him.

Poor fuck, I don'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 want to 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.

You sound like mine.

My Meemaw in a bowl in the morning.

Right, guys?

The fuck is a Meemaw?

Fuck you. I was just fucking around.

Here he comes.

Shit on stick. It's the nature.

Sit down, boys.

Keep hint 13 in mind.

Hint 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.

McBreeze, Peter, number 23.

Stebbins, Billy, number 38.

Good luck, son.

Olsen, Hank, number 46.

Garrity, Raymond, 47.

Parker, Collie, number 48.

Harkness, Richard.

Number 49.

The 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

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

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 10 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?

I said, who's ready to fucking win?

Luck to all, and remember, anyone can win.

Hey, Pete.

Pretty fucking desolate.

Oh, shit.

Thought there'd be more people, I guess.

Major, you don'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... Is that a wheat field?

Best in the world.

Are you from here?

Yeah, I'm from downstate.

Ooh, so you're the one.

The one what?

Mr. Garrity 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 what a limit is. Yeah,

well, he seems pretty fucking dumb to me.

Uh -oh.

Big boy's going to have no problem walking an hour without getting another

warning.

And then he'll have this one taken off to 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.

All right.

Olsen, that's gross. So what the fuck?

What? What did he do?

It's in his pocket.

It's fucking gum. It's not fucking biodegradable.

I don't want to litter all over the fucking place. Jesus Christ. Hank, you

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

right.

40. 40. Number 5. I got a rock in my fucking shoe.

Whoa. What the fuck is he doing?

Number five second warning still fucking down there.

What's he doing man? Holy shit?

Get up get up barkevich. Jesus Christ that dumb fuck's actually gonna get his

fucking ticket.

Get up man stop playing.

Number five third warning.

Get the fuck up barkevich. Come on 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 that 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 to take it first.

Fuckwad.

It's all part of my fucking plan.

Yeah, well, this plan and the stuff that comes out of an asshole bears

suspicious resemblance.

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

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

Rich men don't enter the kingdom of heaven.

Oh, wow.

All right, hallelujah, Brother Garrity. There'll be refreshments after the

meeting.

Are you a religious fellow, Garrity?

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 buy a mouthful of money when you ain't growing 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.

I mean, 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, Gary.

Okay.

All right, well, look at it like this.

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

that's the only way out.

Of course we're all going to 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?

Boy, 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, Garrity.

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 a 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?

In my opinion, it's a myth.

Won't be a myth when I win.

That's exactly what I want that money for.

Smoke?

No, I'm okay.

Yeah, I don't smoke neither.

Figured I'd learn.

Hey.

Hey, hint 10.

Save your wind. 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 here, man.

Oh.

religious fella smokes, does he? Hey, ain't nothing in the Bible about no

tobacco now. Really?

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

What is wrong with my voice? Hey, I'm Harkness.

Hey, Harkness.

You're Ray Garrity, hometown boy, number 47.

Yeah. Make very strong 23.

Uh, I suppose you're wondering why I write down everybody's names and

Mm -mm, 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.

Yeah.

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

Make me rich.

Oh, 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.

Jolly horse Keep

it slow just fast enough

and steady. Okay.

All right.

Come on put your weight on put your weight Fucking around keep it moving.

You're gonna keep walking. Listen, okay Keep walking you with us you with us.

Come on. Keep walking.

Keep walking. That's right

That's right. Be out here in the sunshine. Just have fun.

You're going to be all right, okay?

She's loosening now.

Okay, good. Okay, good.

All right. See this? You got to promise me that you're going to keep walking.

You promise?

All right? Okay.

All right, you're okay, right? All right, yeah. You're all right.

Come on.

Come on. Stick with me.

Stick with me. Yeah, that's it. Stick with me. Stick with me.

We're right on pace.

We're right on pace. Stick with me, okay? Just keep walking. That's right.

keep walking. One, two, three, four. That's it. You got it.

Come on, keep walking. You got it. We just got to stay at this pace. We just

to stay at this pace.

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.

Come on, Curly. Come on. You got it. You got it. Number seven.

Get up, kid.

Get up, young 'un. Get up.

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 went amazing.

Canteen, 47 calling for Canteen.

Hey, why'd you touch that cop out?

Like knocking on wood, I guess.

You a dead boy, Ray.

I gotta take a leak.

Watch out, boys.

Incoming.

Oh, what the hell did you do?

Now that is a relief.

Hey. Getting tired?

No.

Been tired for quite a while now.

What do you mean, you're not?

This one, right.

It's like the Major said.

Ain't no finish line.

That's the biggest mouth fuck in this race.

Would 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. Right, right. Come on now.

I saw everybody back.

At least we, we got to think different.

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

Just making it to the next moment.

Yeah. What do we think about now?

Well, that was easy.

We just got to make it through this goddamn heat, boy. Oh, my God.

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.

Your dad's been a 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 from the stars and hang upside down from the

You okay?

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

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

Hope it's not too bad.

Maybe too bad. Hey, bud.

You're Raymond Geraghty, right?

I'm Pearson.

I think you got a secret admirer over there.

Ray, Ray, I love you!

Come over, man. She must be like 14.

I love you, Ray!

Maybe she just wants your autograph, that's all. 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, Austin.

The boy's got a fan. Let him have his fun.

Thanks, Pete.

Don't thank me too much.

I like you.

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

We'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 be

man. That's what I be saying.

Come on, man.

Let's be musketeers.

How the fuck are we going to be musketeers? There's four of us. Come on,

We stick together to where all that's left. How about that?

All for one.

One for all. And again, I need to hear it out.

All for one! And one for all!

Hell yeah, man!

Yeah, not you. You know, y 'all sound like a bunch of fucking queers. 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, Vekko Pogovic. Hey.

Pogovic. 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?

I keep hoping that park gets easier.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Hell yeah, nice place to live.

God, spare 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.

I'm not gonna give me a fucking... I can't get my ticket, my man. Oh, my God,

that smells so blue.

Yo, Long Gone Silver, that's me.

How the fuck am I across the 70th Street? Hmm.

Ah, simpat.

What? You're thinking of Simba, you know, Simba the sailor, that's the seven

seas guy. 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. Hey, hey.

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

Man, 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. Well, if you go all over the place. Hey,

in France, they call it steak tart sauce. There you can see. Mmm.

Ooh.

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

Yeah, Renoir and Camus were idiots.

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

eat the fucking legs of frogs over there.

That shit is fucking disgusting. It tastes like chicken.

You got that right.

Keep up. Keep up. Keep up. Keep walking. Come on.

I'm all right. It's a fucking jelly light thing.

I thought it went away for a while, but it's coming back now. I just don't know

what the hell I got to adjust.

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

What's your speed, Olsen?

It's 3 .4.

Yeah, me too. I'm assuming you guys. Let's shave 0 .3 off.

Oh, shit.

Holy fuck.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, that's good. I really feel the fucking

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?

I think it's right. Maybe we just, um, keep quiet.

Okay.

Come on, don't be a fucking litterbug, Gary. It's time for the motherfucking

ozone layer.

Shit! Shit!

God damn it.

Hey, hey, hey. It's all right. You're going to get more rations. You're fine.

Yeah, but... That was it for me today, because... I'm allergic to the spam. I

gave all that shit away.

Fuck.

Fucking hungry.

Here you go, Hank.

I don't like it anyway.

Thanks, Ray.

Let's get to it.

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

Rank, is this short for, like, Ranklin? Like, Ranklin Delano Roosevelt or

something? 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. 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 grave?

I'll do it all day. 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 you.

Okay.

Okay.

All right, one more thing.

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

She's thinking of taking her up on it. What do you think about that?

Number 19.

Get up, Brian. Get up, Brian. Get up, Brian. Oh, God.

Get up.

Get up. Get up.

Get the fuck up.

Get the fuck up.

Hey.

Fuck. Barkovich, you fucking asshole.

Hey, Balkovich.

Hey, Balkovich.

You're not just a pest no more. Now you're a martyr. You can't fucking say

shit, man. No, no, no, no, no, no. I didn't do that shit. I didn't fucking

him. He came after me, man.

Shut the fuck up. Hey, go.

Kyle, you saw that shit, right?

We're the fucking same, man. I know. You like to talk, I like to talk. Nothing

like you, you motherfucker.

Say it again, you'll be chewing concrete.

Fucking kill that kid, for Christ's sake. 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 cocked 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.

Hey, man.

Look at that crow over there.

Hey,

hey, hey.

Have you all had to forget?

Rationing. Trying to avoid it.

That's smart.

Is something real bad happening up ahead?

It is so gross. I don't even think I can write about it in the book. It might

kill the commerciality of it.

Commerciality? Yeah, it's 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. This guy Ronald, 45.

He's got the shits.

Real bad.

Warning, number 45.

Second warning.

Come on, man.

Hey,

idiot. Pull up your fucking pants and walk.

You better be dirty or you're fucking dead.

Better roll down your fucking legs.

Oh,

my

God.

Damn. We won't avoid it, boys.

You should wash out quick.

The last 20 always have to shit. Shut the fuck up, Stevens.

What does it matter?

Let's just hope it happens quick.

I'm proud of you, boys.

You got sacks.

Swing it 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 will be the last. But remember, with determination, pride,

and ambition, you will see the dawn.

You okay, compadre?

Yeah.

I'm all right.

I want to tell you, it's just... Can't wait till morning, all right? It'll be

our next, um... Moment.

Moment. Exactly.

Okay.

Okay, so...

Where the girls are so pretty.

I first set my eyes on sleep.

Oh,

wakey, wakey, my boy.

How's you?

Rise and shine.

What time is it?

It's 3 .45.

But I've been... You've been dozing for hours, yeah?

That's mine.

You should go to skatepacks.

As much as we 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?

I was dreaming about my mom.

Yeah.

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

Hmm. Yeah.

That's good, right?

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

Yeah. Come on.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Tell me about your mom.

What's her name?

Uh, mom.

Fuck off. You know what?

Uh, um, Ginny.

Gin?

Ginny. Gin?

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

Oh. Yeah.

I bet she a real looker, too. I'm gonna punch you in your face.

Get the fuck out of here.

Break off, man. Fuck yeah, she's a looker. Oh, my God.

Sorry, I had a fucking shot in there. He's so fucking annoying.

He's a beautiful lady. I hope you get one, two, three warnings. Holy shit.

talking about people's mom. Thank you, Hardness.

You know, 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 I'll see her in Freeport, because we live there.

You know?

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

Yeah.

You got a girl, right?

Um... Yeah.

Yeah, um... 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 way.

No, I don't.

Warning. 47.

Second warning.

Uh -oh.

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

Huh? You see something green, Barkovich?

Just you're scared of your fucking ass. That's all.

Fuck. I hate that fucking guy. Yeah, me too.

Oh, fuck.

Just three hours.

Just three hours and you stay here. Come on, just keep up. Shut up. Shut up.

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

like the rest of them, man. Stop pretending like you don't want to see me

fucking bullet in the back of my head.

I was just trying to help.

Come on, step into it, brothers.

You want to raise me to fucking die. Shut the fuck up, you fucking freak.

me. Fuck.

Water, you were going to die on this hill.

Maybe more than half.

That happened once six years ago.

There we go.

Come on, four eyes.

You're dying tonight. You're dying tonight.

Come on.

You ain't gonna fucking make it, Garrity!

I'm okay! I'm okay!

You're gonna fucking die tonight, Garrity. I can fucking see it. I'm gonna

fucking die!

I can feel it.

You're gonna fucking give in, aren't you?

You're gonna fucking give in.

How you holding up?

Not good. I feel faint.

I'm about ready.

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.

Can't see him. 47, can't see him.

You paid to shoot me. Now look at me, motherfucker.

Top of the hill.

You made it.

No, no, no, no.

Don't slow down.

Do not slow down.

Keep moving.

Don't catch your breath.

Yeah, I didn't mean what I said back there, okay? Forget it. Oh, I owe you a

of spaghetti.

Oh, gee, I owe you.

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 down.

Keep the pace.

Keep the brush.

What about the rest of them?

Let's get to yours.

Let's get to yours. We're all good.

Get it on.

Get it on.

You got it.

You got it.

All he needs is a pitchfork.

Talk to me, P. I'm failing.

You think you'll win, Ray?

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.

When the first guy fell off, the soldiers were pointing their guns, and

they pulled the triggers, little pieces of paper with the word bang would pop

out. It made you go, April 4th, 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.

It's just walk or die.

Simple as that.

Not surviving the physically fit as 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.

Daddy, 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 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 left to Awkwafish, though.

That I can do, at least.

We can both do that.

How many people are left?

Word came up, we lost 14 left now.

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.

Right, 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 a city in this whole fucking place?

You know, it's funny, Collie. 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 is 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.

Fuck, he's pumped in.

He is 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. Leave him alone, man.

He 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?

Fucking... Go to hell!

Just trying to keep me interested.

Warning.

Warning, 49.

My ankle!

My ankle is all twisted up.

Warning. Second warning, 49.

Come on, Harkness. Just keep it moving. One foot in front of the other. You got

this.

I'm gonna go.

So fucked. This thing is so fucked. It's all so fucked.

You're too emotional, Garrity.

That'll get you in the end. You know you hardly talk when what you do is just

fucking garbage.

I think a fucking cold motherfucker like that would just probably win the whole

thing.

Harkness, man.

Oh, Harkness.

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

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, man. 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?

Ray.

You good?

I mean, I'm... better than fucking Harkness, I guess.

That's good, Ray.

Remember, you can't have it both ways.

Hey, Hank.

I'm sorry for busting your balls, man.

I really am.

Give yourselves due kudos, boys.

Let's hear it.

You made it 100 miles.

That's a goddamn accomplishment.

Keep on.

The prize awaits.

I mean, how the heck do you always look so fresh?

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, Garrity?

Just allergies.

I got them every spring.

Oh, shit!

He's running for it!

Oh, boy! Come on!

Woo!

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 witch 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, what you call them, one of them space rockets.

Yeah, those space rockets take me to the moon. Yeah.

And 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. Uh -huh.

They brought it out with a saddle and everything, and he just rode it home.

Yeah.

It really will give you anything you want.

That's why I'm asking you 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.

What the fuck are you going to do with ten naked ladies?

You said you were going to be nice, McBreeze. That's a stupid fucking wish,

Olsen. How is that a stupid fucking wish? Are 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.

I'm going to have to fucking pay for my naked ladies. That's gross.

Hey, you do realize if you get your wish, someone's going to have to pay the

ladies to get naked for you, right?

Mm -hmm.

Okay, I never thought about that. No, you didn't.

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 going to wish that Long Walk has two winners.

Because then, then in 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.

Oh, 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. Oh, Jesus.

How about you, Gary?

Ah, no, I'm not saying. It's like a birthday wish, you know? Oh, come on,

I'm not trying to jinx it. Come on, Gary, come on.

The chances are going to be you or any one of us. For that matter, it's slim to

none. What's the harm?

Chances are getting better and better.

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

Look at you.

There you go.

But I don't know how many of us are left. One, two, three, four.

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.

Talking about the piece of gum?

Oh, God, spit it out, man. That's so gross.

What can I say? I'm a superstitious motherfucker.

I got this feeling in the depth of my gut.

As long as this gum lasts, so do I.

When she goes, I go.

I got to 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, Gary. No, 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 stage policy.

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. My wish, if I get it, might

enact change, you know, indirectly.

What the fuck are you hiding, Gary?

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

Hey, shut the fuck up, killer.

Huh?

Go find your own circle, man.

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

The Major had 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

going to be dead or the winner.

Might as well speak while I can.

Hey, he's right.

No, you're right, Garrity.

Fuck along, Walt.

There you go, Pete.

Hey, fuck the Major. There you go.

Fuck the long walk. Hell yeah, Carter. Fuck the major.

Come on, Baker. Fuck the long walk. What you got, boy?

Screw the walk, man. Fuck the walk.

Not screw the walk. There you go, baby. Come on, Austin. Come on. Oh, come on,

Austin. Don't be a fucking pussy, not.

The major isn't a smart target. Fuck the major.

Fuck the long walk. Oh, shit, Severs. Well, he gonna have to fucking shoot me.

Is that what you gonna do?

Fuck the long walk. Fuck the walk. Oh, shit. There you go.

Fuck you, man. Fuck the long walk.

I'm going to get some sleep.

Come on, man.

That's what we need.

Thanks, Pete.

Stay right there, Pete.

Ah, fuck me. All right, don't drop it, all right?

You playing ball? You ready?

Hit me. All right.

There you go.

Number six.

Whoa. Whoa, Art. Whoa. Easy, Art. Damn.

Don't take long now.

Come on. You got to go.

That's good.

Second is not up there. Number six.

Get up, Art.

This is fucking nasty.

Pinch it off, my man.

It ain't so easy with a gun.

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 along without a crap.

Most guys, 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 meal, 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 forward to me 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.

Sorry,

can you break off?

You stink.

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, Eric. I love you. Yeah, we love you, Eric. 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 got to stay between us, Pete.

You have my word, Patadre, and I mean something.

My dad, you know...

My dad was my hero.

And, 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 Nietzsche and Kierkegaard, Mark Twain

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

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

just, you know, I don't know. I wanted to know the old ways, so he showed it to

me. I know that's just legal now.

Yeah, I think he thought he had a system. He thought he was being careful,

but...

Dad, do you mind grabbing the baseballs right next to the sewing machine? That's

right. Thank you.

Dad?

William, what did you do?

Mr. William Garrity, 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.

Luck to you, Mr. Garrity. No!

May God show mercy.

Never forget who you are, Ray.

God.

We're 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 going to kill him.

No. Yeah.

How? Wait, 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?

You can wish for the car blind.

The gun?

Then 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

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. Pete, my chance to

cut off the fucking head of the dragon.

Right.

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. That'd be fucking sad.

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

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

You know what else is beautiful?

Us.

Because we're real friends, aren't we?

Pete, what does it matter?

Whether we had three hours, three days, or three decades, this moment, this

fucking moment, it matters, man.

Say it.

This matters. This moment matters. Yeah.

Goddamn, man. Let's continue.

But it doesn't really matter, does it, Pete? Because when this moment's over,

I'm still going to 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.

How do 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

we're the fucking same.

You know what, Ray?

The 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?

I ask something to be grateful.

You ever had a brother, Ray?

No.

He never had.

Come on, walk me a while.

Yeah.

Yeah, I do pee.

What the

fuck?

Who the fuck is that?

Stressor is a guy.

Kill the radio.

Morning 24.

Lord,

I want to go home.

Jesus, I want to go home.

You tired, Gary?

Am I tired?

Yeah, I'm a little tired.

Exhausted?

Getting there?

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.

Shit himself.

You smell that?

Even I can.

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 tasty 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, Hank.

Stevens is talking about carrots and donkeys. I don't know what's happening,

but... You okay?

You all right?

Talk to me.

God's garden... is

full of weeds.

Hank.

Hey, hey, keep walking. Hey, come on. Just keep walking.

No, no, no, no.

Why

the

hell don't they just finish him? They gut shot him.

They're going to let him bleed out. It's deliberate to discourage any of us from

doing the old charge of the light brigade number.

Hey, hey, hey, buddy.

Buddy, buddy.

No, no, no, no.

Buddy, come on.

Why'd you do this? Buddy, buddy.

Buddy! All right. Why'd you do this?

I did it wrong. I did it all wrong.

I couldn't save him. I know, I know, I know. I couldn't save him, Gary. I know.

I did it wrong.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't save him. I know.

I couldn't save him. Stop.

Stop. It's okay.

You did a good thing.

No. You did a good thing.

He called my name. I know.

Stop.

He needed me.

I know. I know.

I wish he would have shot one of those fuckers.

Still can't get over the pure fucking idiocy of Olsen. Why don't you keep your

name out your fucking mouth?

He didn't go out quietly, and I respect the hell out of him for that.

I respect it as well.

So what of it?

He was married.

Oh, 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?

That's exactly fucking right, Pete.

You know what? I'm not the fuck who decided to widow her, you know. Listen,

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

All right?

Sounds like some bleeding hard 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, McReese.

My man.

And what about you, Baker?

Warning, 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 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.

Yeah, I know what irony is.

Don't stop me, though.

Just to fucking win this shit. Fuck!

Hey, um...

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

I mean, 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 gotta have a couple of buddies on a

fucked up thing like this. Mm -hmm. Right?

Mm -hmm.

Yeah.

Listen, man, um... That Rank kid... 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 I

think it's my fucking fault, right?

It's not my fault, right?

It's not. It's not.

Okay.

So what do you want, kid? Do you want to be a... Do 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't have enough bread to stay on Fifth Avenue the

rest of her fucking life.

Okay, man.

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

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

to be like this, but... 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? I didn't fucking mean

to kill that kid, man! I didn't fucking mean it, okay?

I'm fucking sorry, man!

Fuck! Hey, Gary, come on, man. It's alright.

We're alright.

We're all just friends right now, man. We're all just walking together as

friends, okay?

You got us. You got us. You got your pack.

All right?

Come on.

One second.

Okay? So we're going to keep walking.

I'm going to go tell Pete that... I'm going to go tell Pete you want to be

of the plan, all right? Thanks, man.

All right.

All right, keep walking, please. Okay.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh, fuck, man. I got to go, man.

I got to fucking go, man. Hey, Bokovic, Bokovic. Hey, it's all right, Gary.

Just keep... Ah, fuck, man. Hey, Bokovic.

Hey, Bokovic. Oh, Pete, just let him walk. Come on.

Keep walking, Gary. Warning, number five. Don't stop.

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

What the fuck?

What? No!

How do you do that?

How the fuck do you do that? Fuck.

How the fuck do you do that? Everyone keep walking.

excavating for a mine.

Dwelt a miner, 49er, and his daughter, Clementine.

Yes, I loved her, how I loved her, though her shoes were number nine.

Hair in boxes without tuxes, sandals were for Clementine.

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling.

We're getting fucking close, right?

What? To your mom.

Oh yeah, it shouldn't be long now.

You're one lucky son of a bitch, Garrity.

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.

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.

It's a fucking U -button then 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 going to be harder?

I just want you to keep on walking.

Who made a free port, Pete?

Uh, 286.

We live to fight another day.

Fuck.

Damn part of my shoe fell off. Gotta get rid of them both, Daddy.

Or else them nails will start poking through.

Plus you work harder when you're off balance.

Warning, number 47.

Fuck me.

Don't slow down, brother.

Can't stop.

Ready? Ready? 47.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. You know I'm sorry. Please, please. Just don't kill

me. Please, come on. No!

No, no!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Think about your father.

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.

I... Pete, I have made such a fucking massive mistake. I should have just

in the fucking car. I should have just gone home.

You still want to know how I got this fucking scar, huh? She's still there,

Pete. Please.

You've been walking for five days.

I've been walking my whole fucking life.

Uh -huh.

You know, our parents both died in the big war 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 10.

After that, I met kids sort of like me.

Uh -huh. No parents.

My parents didn't give a fuck.

I lived on couches and 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, Ray?

I'll be looking at it. You see that? You see it, yeah?

Yeah, I do. 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.

It was at that moment I said I'll always choose to find sunlight 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

have been fucking dead if it wasn't for you. You think this shit is easy?

Huh?

No way. 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.

Yeah.

I want that prize so I can do something good.

Maybe help some children who are like me.

Sure, I could use, Ray.

What?

The brother.

Ray, listen to me. 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 go 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. What the fuck's that supposed to

mean, Savage, huh?

What the fuck's that supposed to mean, huh? Pete, I think you might be right.

You can't keep saving me.

What about a musketeer? Oh, fuck your musketeers. It's better for all of us,

you know it.

I have 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.

Pauly Parker, are you in?

Pauly.

Fuck it.

Goddamn motherfuckers!

Come on!

No, don't turn. Just keep walking, okay?

Okay?

My nose.

It's bleeding.

Hey,

hey, my nose.

My nose won't stop. My nose won't stop bleeding.

It ain't that bad, though, is it? No. Huh?

No, no. It's not that bad.

It's an internal memory. It's pretty common.

Please, come on.

My grandma used to put ice on my nose every time I had a nosebleed.

I wish I had some ice to put on.

Yeah. Let's get you some ice.

Just keep walking.

I'm going down now, boy.

Just keep walking a little longer, okay? No, no, I can't. I can't. Please.

I can't, buddy.

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.

And you know what?

Even made some friends.

This guy damn right.

Hey, Art.

You've been a hell of a fucking friend.

Truly.

Thanks.

Thanks, both of y 'all. Of course.

Did y 'all do something for me?

Absolutely.

Give this to my grandma, if you like it. Of course.

Of course.

Promise me one thing.

Yeah?

Don't watch him do it.

Okay. Promise me. Promise me. I promise. Promise me. I promise.

I promise.

Thanks.

I don't know.

It's a little longer.

I don't know. It's a little longer. I don't know. Come on.

Warning. Second warning for six.

Fucking cat, man.

You know what I want more than anything?

What, me?

Third and final warning.

An orange shooter.

You're in the homestretch. For better or for worse, there's going to be wheat

and there's going to be chat.

You choose, boys. Remember, you choose. Shut the fuck up. Holy shit.

Suck a dick, will you? I mean, just you fucking lotus eater, you old sack of

shit. Shut up. That's the spirit, my boy.

That's a killer fucking instinct.

Take no prisoners.

Flex that sack and go get that prize.

Warning, 23 and 47.

Second warning, 38.

What would happen if he slowed it 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 sign.

Increments.

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

It's all on record.

You ever read a book? Come on, come on. Come on, Dan.

It's almost over.

Say something real.

I'm the rabbit.

Huh?

I'm the fucking rabbit.

Have you seen those little gray mechanical rabbits that the greyhounds

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, Garrity.

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

Must be 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 he knew I was his son.

That's where I made my mistake.

He's got dozens of us.

From my wish, I was going to ask to be taken into my father's home.

To be invited for tea.

And 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 going to be crowns.

They allow them when there's two.

The real diehards are the ones who 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.

50 % chance now, Pete. Fucking do me!

Hey, can I tell you something?

Sure.

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

You know, I don't think most kids do, until you're confronted by it.

And once I was, I was scared shitless.

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 mattered.

Every moment mattered.

Especially at the end.

I don't know why that calms me.

But I'm not afraid anymore.

Pete, what are you doing?

You're gonna win this, compadre.

Get up. No.

You're gonna do this for your mom. Get up.

It's for your mom. Get off me, Ray.

Come on, man. What the fuck are you doing? Ray! Being a brother to my

Come on.

Walk me home, okay?

Okay.

He convinced the motherfucker.

What'd you do? What'd you do? What'd you do? Hey!

What'd you fucking do?

What'd you do? What'd you do? Ray! 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!

Ray! Hey!

No! Hey!

Up to you, Mr. Garrity.

Ray! Ray! Hey! May God reward your bravery.

I'm sorry, Mom.

Oh,

God.

Ladies and gentlemen, our champion, Peter McBreeze.

Congratulations, 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.

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

make the world a better place.

Isn't that right, son?

Hold your fire. I'll fuck his tooth. Hold your fire, boys.

Fuck his tooth.

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

imagine.

Put the gun down.

The prize is yours for the taking.

Don't throw it away.

It's great.

Took a walk, and I saw the lamb.

Well, I stepped foot for the first time and realized he was a man.

Though the dog was, he was still in my hand.

He's my old man.

Well, he told me to stop and count them all while I think.

The key to life is enjoying the journey when you don't know the end.

So let's stay out here for a while,

my friend.

Let's stay.

Hell, so am I. We can't take the same road again.

So let's stay out here.

The story winds up with the wind.

Let's stay and walk the road until

the end.

I know you're tired.

Yeah, so am I. We can't take the same road again.

Let's stay out here.