All language subtitles for Francis Lawrence - The Long Walk - English with German Subs

...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-out date was yesterday.

But they 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.

-If your father was here...
-Okay, but he's not.

ID, please.

You brought the baseball?

-Yeah, I just... I don't know.
-I made you these.

Oatmeal chocolate chip,
your favorite.

Thanks, Mom.

All right, 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.

No, wait, wait!

Mom, I can't. I can't.

No!

I know.

It's gonna be okay.

-It's gonna be okay.
-I can't.

Mom, it's just a few days.

I'll see you in a few days.

-I know. I know.
-I can't. I can't.

I gotta let you go, okay?

-Okay.
-Okay. All right, Mom.

Okay. Okay.

Okay. I love you, Mom.

Hey, uh, I'm Ray Garraty.

Pete. Peter McVries.

Nice to meet you.

You ready for this?

-A little jumpy...
-Yeah.

...but 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.

He's gonna be tough to beat.

Hey, what's your name?

Stebbins.

Jesus, Stebbins.

You some kinda fitness nut?

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

Yeah, all right.
Fine by me.

I don't give a shit.

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

Uh, I'm Ray Garraty.
You can call me Ray.

Peter McVries.
You can call me 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 want to 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.

You have 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 lied to qualify.

Kid, if you're a day over 16,
I 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... I did my research
on the 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."

-Hey, fuck you.
-Just sound like

-what you said, asshole.
-Raring to rip.

Yeah.

You sound like my...

my meemaw
on the bowl in morning, man.

Right, guys?

The fuck is a "meemaw"?

Fuck you.
I was just fucking around.

Hey, here he comes.

Shit on a stick.
It's the Major.

Sit down, boys.

-Keep hint 13 in mind.
-Hint number 13.

That's conserve energy
whenever possible.

Yeah, shut up, Olson.

-We all read the rulebook.
-Now,

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

Put 'em around your neck,

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

Ewing, James. Number one.

Smith, Patrick. Number four.

Barkovitch, Gary. Number five.

Baker, Arthur. Number six.

White, "Curly" Adam.
Number seven.

Sanders, Rank. Number 19.

McVries, Peter. Number 23.

Stebbins, Billy. Number 38.

Good luck, son.

Olson, Hank. Number 46.

Garraty, Raymond. 47.

Parker, Collie. Number 48.

Harkness, Richard. Number 49.

Fellas, line up by fives,

in no particular order.

Boys,

it takes heavy, heavy sac
to sign up for this contest,

and 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 ago
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, uh...

I'm not going to go through
the whole rulebook,

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?

I said...

who's ready to fucking win?

Luck to all,
and remember,

anyone can win.

Hey, Pete.

Pretty fucking desolate.

No 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.

Are you from here?

Yeah, I'm from downstate.

Ooh, so you the one.

-What do you mean?
-The one what?

Mr. Garraty here is the 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 what our limit is.

Yeah, it seems
pretty fucking dumb to me.

Well,

big boy's gonna have
no problem walking an hour

without getting another warning.

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.

-Olson. That's gross.
-What the fuck?

-What?
-What'd he do?

-Gum in...
-Put it in his pocket.

It's fucking gum.

It's not fucking biodegradable.

Don't wanna litter

all over the fucking place.
Jesus Christ.

All right, Hank,
you do realize that

this whole road is
one big piece of litter,

-don't you?
-Yeah, he right.

Warning.
Warning, number five.

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.

Fuck, he's still
fucking down there!

What's he doing, man?

Holy shit!

-Go on, get up!
-Get up, Barkovitch.

Jesus Christ!

That dumb fuck's actually gonna
get his fucking ticket.

Hey, come on, get up, man.
Stop playing.

Warning,
number five. Third warning.

-Get the fuck up, Barkovitch!
-Come on, man.

Dumbfuck.

Idiot.

Dumbass.

Better not trip, fucko.

Y'all don't even know.

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.

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...

his plan and the stuff
that comes out of my asshole,

bear a suspicious resemblance.

What you boys think
about the wish,

and the big prize?

Personally, I can't stop
thinkin' 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.

Are you
a religious fella, Garraty?

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

Okay.

Look, I'm a religious fella.

I ain't ashamed to admit it.
I'm here for the money.

Know it's easy
to bad-mouth money

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

Believe me.

Growin' up dirt poor
in Baton Rouge,

it ain't no picnic.

It's one big, sweaty hog-fest.

Listen, I wouldn't mind
havin' 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 of the boys
in this country put in for it.

I'm not exaggerating.

Everybody puts in for it,

even though it's not required,

'cause 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.

But I don't agree
with you about money.

Baker's right.

It may not be
the most important thing,

but it's pretty fuckin'
high up there.

The right person could 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 a lotta money

who are doin'
a hell a lotta 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.
-Hmm.

Hey.

Hey, hint 10?

"Save your wind.

"If you smoke ordinarily,

"try not to do so

-"on the Long Walk."
-Who cares?

Will you shut
the fuck up, Olson?

It is crap, though. It is crap.

It is pretty shitty.
Anyone else want this?

-I don't smoke.
-Bring it here, man.

Oh!

A religious fella smokes,
does he?

Hey. Hey, ain't nothin' in the
Bible about no tobacco, now.

-Really?
-Okay.

-Let me give you a light.
-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,
hometown boy. Number 47.

-Yeah.
-McVries, strong, 23.

I... I suppose you're wonderin'

why I'm writin' down
everybody's names and numbers.

Mm-mmm. No, actually,
I wasn't wonderin'.

Maybe 'cause you
with the squads.

Me? No, no, no.

I'm writin' a book, you see?

A book about the Long Walk.

-I see that.
-Yeah.

Book about the Long Walk
from the insider's point of view?

Make me rich.

Yo, if you win, you won't need
a book to make you rich.

Yeah, I mean,
I suppose not, but...

...still make one heck

of an interesting book, I think.

Warning.
Warning, number seven.

I've got
a fucking Charley horse!

Shit. Come on, man.
Come on.

-Warning, number seven...
-All right, Curly.

-Come on.
-Second warning.

-All right, just keep it slow.
-Okay. Okay.

Just fast enough,
and steady, okay?

All right?

Come on, put your weight on me.

-Put your weight on me.
-You got this, boy.

No fuckin' around,
keep it movin'.

-Okay. Okay. Okay.
-Okay? You're gonna keep walkin'.

Listen to Pete, okay?

Try to keep walking.
You're with us.

-You're with us.
-Come on, keep walkin'.

Keep walkin'. That's right.

That's right. We out here in
the sunshine just havin' fun.

-Gonna be all right, okay?
-She's loosening now.

-Okay, good. Okay, good.
-Yeah. Yeah.

All right. See this?
You gotta promise me

-that you're gonna keep walking.
-Yeah, I promise.

-You promise?
-I promise.

-I promise. Okay. Okay.
-All right.

-All right, you're okay, right?
-Come on, kid.

-All right, yeah. Yeah.
-You're 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.
-Come on, boy.

-We're right on pace.
-Come on.

We're right on pace.
Stick with me, okay?

-Just keep walking.
-Come on, Curly. That's right.

-Just keep walking, Curly.
-One, two, three, four.

-That's it, you got it.
-Just keep walking.

-Come on, young in.
-Just keep walking.

-You got it.
-We just gotta stay at this pace.

-We good. Come on, now.
-We just gotta 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.
-Eyes up! Eyes up!

-Come on, Curly.
-Come on, young in!

-Come on, Curly.
-That's it, boy.

-Come on.
-Come on, Curly, come on!

You got this!
You got this!

-Warning, number seven.
-Come on!

-Keep walking! Get up!
-Third warning.

-Get up, kid!
-Get up, young in! Get up!

Oh, it ain't fair!

It ain't fair!

It ain't fucking fair!

Fuck!

-Warning, number 47...
-Garraty!

-...number six...
-Come on!

-...number 23.
-Can't stop.

Let's go, keep movin'.

Keep movin'.

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 Curly.

Let's hear it, boys!

For Curly!

Goddamn right!

Hey, what is it?

You and the Major.

Canteen, 47 callin' for canteen.

Hey, why'd you touch
that carbine?

Like knockin' on wood, I guess.

You a dear boy, Ray.

I gotta take a leak.

Watch out, boys!

Incoming!

-Oh, what the hell?
-Oh, man.

-It got on my shoes!
-Whoa,

watch where you point
that thing, man!

Jesus fucking Christ, McVries!

Now, that is a relief.

Hey.

You gettin' tired?

No.

Been tired
for quite a while now.

What, you mean you're not?

Listen, Ray.

It's like the Major said...

ain't no finish line.

That's the biggest
mind-fuck in this race.

-Would you agree?
-I wouldn't disagree.

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

I'm not sure
how much longer I can...

No, no, no, Ray, Ray.
Come on, now.

That's how everybody thinks.

But you see, we,
we gotta think different.

We don't think about
makin' it to the end,

we think about moments.

Just makin' it
to the next moment.

Yeah. What do we think
about now?

Well, that one's easy.

We just gotta make it through
this goddamn heat, boy.

Oh, my God.

-It's a scorcher.
-You got that right.

Hey, Ray.

What you said back there
about the Long Walk,

and how no one ever
really volunteers...

Yeah?

Where'd it come from?

M... my dad said it.

Your dad's
one smart motherfucker.

Yeah, I think so, too.

Hey, just go on dancing with me
like this forever, com padre...

and I'll never tire.

Hey, we'll scrape
our shoes on the stars,

and hang upside down
from the moon.

You a poet, Pete?

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

a songwriter.

But it ain't those days,

so I guess I'm stuck here
riffing for you.

Hope it's not too bad.

-Ain't too bad.
-Hey, bud.

You're, uh,
Raymond Garraty, right?

I'm Pearson.

I think you got
a secret admirer over there.

Ray, Ray, I love you!

Come on, man.
She must be like 14.

I love you, Ray!

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

Hey, I thought
spectators weren't

fuckin' allowed, 'cause
we're on television and shit.

Get out of here, man.

Come on.
Don't be a sourpuss, Olson.

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.

We're all in this
together, right?

No harm in keeping
each other amused.

Do you know what?
I take it back.

They say you shouldn't
make friends on the Long Walk,

but fuck it.
I sorta like you three.

Even you, Olson.

-Fuck off.
-No, I'm serious.

Hey, hey, hey,
a short friendship

is better than
no friendship, right?

That's what
I've been sayin', man.

That's what I'm be sayin'.

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
till we're all that's left.

How about that?

-All for one!
-And one for all.

Nah. And again.
I need to hear it louder.

-All for one!
-And one for all!

-Hell, yeah!
-Yeah, baby, you know...

-Yeah, not you, not you.
-You need...

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

Oh, you trying to... You trying
to suck this dick, Barkovitch?

Sounds like you wanna eat
my fuckin' meat, you sick fuck.

Fuck! Ah!

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 Ewing.

Like, he's shaking and shit.

Warning. Number one.
Second warning.

Must have some medical shit
he didn't report.

-Hey, back off, Barkovitch!
-Hey!

Barkovitch, go peddle
your papers, little man. Go.

Warning. Third warning.
Number one.

Why won't they just
fucking end it?

Hey, y'all should be
fuckin' smilin'.

The odds just went up
for us. Yeah?

I keep hoping
that part gets easier.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Probably a 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.

I've never been so horny in
my life as I am right this minute.

-Ain't that strange?
-It is fuckin' strange.

Yeah.

-Just a little bit, right?
-Uh-huh.

Hey, I could even get horny
for you, Ray...

if you didn't smell
like my mom's asshole.

Hey, hey... You're gonna
get me a fuckin'...

Oh, my God...
...gonna get my ticket...

-...that smells so...
-...my man.

Yo, Long Dong Silver, that's me.

I'll fuck my way
across the seven seas.

-Hmm.
-Nah. Sinbad.

What?

You're thinking of Sinbad.
You know, Sinbad the Sailor?

That's the seven seas guy.

Did you not hear
that I don't give a fuck?

-Long John Silver lives...
-I'm trying to fuck.

...on fucking Treasure Island.

-What the fuck?
-Just a fucking nerdy thing

-to say, you know?
-What, I'm a nerd

'cause I read fuckin' books
and shit?

-I guess so.
-Hey, hey...

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

I mean, he must've.

Been what? Three hours, maybe.

Yes, I'm fucking clean
on warnings, fuck faces.

-Okay.
-Good ear.

Hey, what is that?

This is raw ground venison.

It's good energy.

Oh, God.

You off your trolley, Musketeer.

Gonna puke all over the place.

Hey, in France,
they call it steak tartare.

-It's a delicacy.
-Uh-huh. 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 they eat

the fucking legs
of frogs over there.

That shit is fuckin' disgusting.

-That ain't disgusting.
-Tastes like chicken wings, apparently.

-God.
-You got that right.

-Ow! Sh...
-Hey. Keep up, keep up,

keep up. Keep walking. Come on.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-I'll keep you up.

I'm all right. It's the...
fucking jelly-leg thing.

-Okay.
-Kinda went away for a while,

but it's coming back now.

I just don't know
what the hell I gotta adjust.

Maybe stop talking
so much, buddy.

-What's your speed, Olson?
-Relax, okay?

Sure.

It's 3.4.

Yeah, me, too.
I'm assuming you guys?

Let's shave .3 off.

-All right.
-Oh, shit.

-Holy fuck.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, that's good.

I really feel
the fuckin' difference.

-Hey, so do I.
-Yeah.

-Me, too.
-I'm feeling better, too.

Let's not stay here
for too long, though.

You know,
in the meantime, Pete...

wanna tell us about that scar?

Baker's right.
Maybe we just, um,

we keep quiet.

Okay.

Oh.

Come on, don't be
a fuckin' litterbug, Garraty.

-Go fuck yourself, Olson.
-It's bad for the motherfuckin' ozone layer.

Shit! Shit!

-Goddamn it. Hey, hey, hey.
-Oh, God.

It's all right. You're
gonna get more rations. You're fine.

Yeah, but...

that was it for me today,
'cause...

well, I'm allergic to the SPAM.
I gave all that shit away.

Fuck.

Fuckin' hungry.

Here you go, Hank.

I don't like it anyway.

Thanks, Ray.

Musketeer.

Hey, man, I've been
meanin' to ask you,

"Rank," is it short for,
like, "Ranklin"?

Like, "Ranklin Delano
Roosevelt" or something?

It's "Rank."

Yeah, but what's it short for?
I mean, like...

Just "Rank."

You're saying your
mama named you fucking "Rank"?

Yeah.

No fuckin' way.
You're fuckin' with me.

Your goddamn name is "Rank"?

Oh, my fuckin' God, no way!

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

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

-Ooh. Buddy!
-Warning. Number five.

Come on, fuck face.

You want me to dance
on your grave?

-Warning. Number 19.
-I'll do it all day.

Oh, shit. Okay.

-Break it up.
-Come on, Rank... don't let him fucking kill you.

Asshole, leave the kid alone
before I pull your fuckin' nose off

-and make you fuckin' eat it.
-Okay, meathead.

Come on, sissy boy.

Can't take a fucking joke?

Fuck you!

Okay. Okay.

-Well, Rank, one more thing...
-Let it go.

Don't take
the bait, Rank!

I think your mama was
givin' out coupons

for blowjobs on 42nd Street.

I was thinkin'
of taking her up on it.

What do you think about that?

Second warning. Number 19.

Get up, Rank.

-Get up, Rank.
-Get up, Rank.

-Oh, God. Oh, God!
-Get up. Get up.

-Get up!
-Rank ain't up.

-Get up!
-Get up!

-Warning. 19.
-Rank, get up, get up.

-Third warning.
-Get up, Rank!

Get the fuck up! Hey!

Fuck! Barkovitch,
you fuckin' asshole!

Hey, Barkovitch.

Hey, Barkovitch!

You're not just a pest no more,

-now you a murderer!
-You can't fucking say...

-Second warning.
-that shit, man. No, no, no.

-Number five.
-I didn't do that shit.

-I didn't fuckin' touch him.
-You murdered that man!

He came after me, man.

Shut the fuck up. Hey, look...

-He murdered that man.
-Collie, you saw that shit, right?

We're the fuckin' same, man.
I know, you like to talk,

-I like to talk.
-I'm nothing like you...

-We like to have a...
-...you motherfucker.

Say it again,
you'll be chewing concrete.

Fucking killed that kid,
for Christ sakes.

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 gash
sucking cock yourself, Scarface.

Don't fuck with me.

I can't wait to see your brains all
over the fuckin' concrete, Barkovitch.

You know, I'll cheer
when it happens.

You fuckin' piece of shit.

Hey, man.
Look at that crow over there.

Fuck.

Spooky bullshit.

Hey, hey, hey,
have y'all had to poop yet?

I'm rationing.
Trying to avoid it.

-That's smart. Listen...
-Warning, number 45.

...there's something real bad
happenin' up ahead.

It... It's so gross.

I don't even think I can write
about it in the book.

It might kill
the commerciality of it.

Commerciality?

Yeah, 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.

Disgusting!

Come on, 45.

Let's go!
Keep walking!

Come on, man.

Let's go, man.
Get it out. Keep it coming.

Warning, 45. Third warning.

-Damn.
-Hey, idiot!

-Pull up your fucking pants and walk.
-Come on, man, get up.

It's better to be
dirty than fucking dead.

Hurry up
and fucking walk. Let's go.

Just let it roll down
your fucking legs!

Come on, man.

Let's go.

Oh, my God.

-Damn.
-You 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 sac.

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, com padre?

Yeah, I'm all right.

I wanna tell you. It's just...
gotta wait till morning,

all right? It'll be
our next, um...

Moment.

Moment. Exactly.

Okay.

Okay, sold.

♪ In Dublin's fair city ♪

♪ Where the girls
are so pretty ♪

♪ I first set my eyes on ♪

♪ Sweet Molly Malone ♪

Warning. Warning, 47.

Oh! Wakey, wakey, my boy.

That's you.
Rise and shine.

What time is it?

Uh, it's 3:45.

But I... I've been... I...

You've been dozing
for hours, yep.

That's your mind,
usin' the old escape hatch.

Don't you wish 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 she used
to sing me this lullaby

-that was so sweet, you know?
-Hmm.

-Yeah.
-That's good, Ray.

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

-Yeah.
-Come on.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Tell me about your moms.

-What's her name?
-Uh, mom.

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

Uh, um, Ginnie.

Jenny?

-Ginn-ie.
-Jenny.

Ginnie. Like "gin."
Like, um, you know,

what they make
the martinis with?

-Oh.
-Yeah.

I bet she a real looker, too.

I'mma punch you in your face.

Get the fuck
outta here, Pearson.

-How'd that lullaby go?
-Break off, man,

-go chew on your foot.
-Fuck yeah, she's a looker.

-Oh, my God.
-I saw her at the fucking startin' area.

-It's so fucking annoying.
-Everyone woke up

-fucking funny, right?
-I swear to God.

-Yeah, literally.
-You're funny, Olson.

-You're funny, Olson.
-She's a beautiful lady.

I don't know what
you gettin' all PO'd for.

I hope you get one,
two, three warnings.

-Holy shit.
-Olson, stop talking

about people's mamas.

Thank you, Harkness.

Warning, 46.

First warning.

You know, um...

she doesn't sing
the lullaby anymore, though.

-Warning, number 11.
-You know?

Pete, I miss her.

I gotta tell you,
I didn't realize how much

I could fucking
miss her.

You know you have to win
to see her, Ray.

I think that I'll see her
in Freeport

'cause we live there.

-25, second warning.
-You know? But, um...

I just gotta make it
till there, I guess.

Yeah.

-Yeah.
-You got a girl, Ray?

Um, yeah, yeah. Um...

Yeah, I did, uh...

You know, I... I had to end it
because of this.

-So, that was that.
-Number 33.

-That's too bad, but smart.
-Second warning.

Yeah, I think so, too.

-Yeah.
-Yeah. What about you, Pete?

You got a lady?

No, Ray.

No, I don't.

Warning, 47.

-Second warning.
-Fuck me. Fuck.

Uh-oh. You dreaming about your
boyfriend's dick in your mouth?

Huh?

You see something green,
Barkovitch?

Number 12.

Just your scaredy little
fuckin' ass. That's all.

First warning.

Fuckin' hate that fucking guy.

Yeah, me too.

-Just keep walking.
-Oh, fuck.

-Warning, 47. Third and final warning.
-Come on, Ray, listen.

-Just three hours.
-Fuck.

Just three hours,
and your slate is wiped clean.

-Come on, just keep...
-Warning, 18.

Look, shut up, Pete.
Shut up! Shut up!

-Second warning.
-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 wanna see me

with a fucking bullet
in the back of my head!

Second warning.

I was
just trying to help.

Come on,
step into it, brothers!

Hey, who wants to race me
to the fucking top?

Shut the fuck up,
you fucking freak!

-Fuck me! Fuck!
-Make me!

Lotta you are gonna die
on this hill.

Maybe more than half.

Happened once six years ago.

-Twenty-eight in total.
-Shit. Shit.

-Come on.
-Whoo!

There we go.

Number eight.

Number 43.

Come on, four-eyes.

You're dying tonight.

You're dying tonight!

-Come on!
-Final warning.

Number 41.

Number 30.

Come on, Olson!

Final warning.

You ain't gonna
fuckin' make it, Garraty.

Please wait! I'm okay! I'm okay!

Argh!

You're gonna
fucking die tonight, Garraty.

I can fucking feel it.

You're gonna fucking
die tonight, man.

Final warning.

Take your time, baby.
Take your time!

Fuck!

Don't look behind,
Garraty!

Got a gun
to your fucking head, fucker!

I can feel it!

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

Gun to your fucking head,
Garraty!

Gonna be the last thing
you fuckin' hear, man!

How you holdin' up?

Not good. I feel faint.

Compadre, you can do this.

Pour your canteen
over your head.

No, please.

There you go. There you go.

Now keep putting one foot
in front of the other.

-That's it.
-Okay.

Now, refill.

Canteen, 47, canteen.

You get paid to shoot me,
not look at me, motherfucker!

Ray.

Top of the hill.

We made it.

No, no, no! Don't slow down.

Do not slow down.

Keep moving.

You'll catch your breath.

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

-Forget it, man.
-No, I owe you an apology.

-Forget it.
-Pete, I owe you...

I can't...

-It's all right.
-Okay. Okay.

It's all right.

Okay.

Hey, you know
I didn't mean it, right?

It's all good.

It's all good. Let it out.

Okay.

-Don't be fucking dumb.
-Okay.

-Keep the pace.
-Okay.

-Keep the pace.
-Okay.

What about the rest of them?

The Musketeers?

Musketeers are all good.

if...

I suggest you choose love.

I suggest you take that prize,

and go home to your mom.

Because, Ray, Ray,

you're a good fucking kid...

-Thanks, Pete. Thanks, Pete.
-...and you deserve it.

Yeah.

Hey, listen.

I've been thinking...

We all got to get together
on something.

What?

We all gotta make an agreement

that from here on out

no help for anyone.

You either do it on your own,
or you don't do it.

The fuck's that supposed
to mean, Stebbins, huh?

What the fuck's that
supposed to fucking mean, huh?

No, Pete, I think
he might be right.

You can't keep saving me.

But what about the Musketeers?

Fuck your Musketeers.

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

My nose.

I ain't had
a nosebleed in years.

Ain't 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, are you in?

Collie?

Fuck it.

Goddamn motherfucker!

-No!
-McVries!

-Come on!
-Oh, my God.

Fuck. Fuck. God.

No, no. No, don't turn.

Just keep walking. You okay?

You okay?

My nose... it's bleeding.

I know.

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.
-No.

It's an internal hemorrhage.
Pretty common.

Stebbins, please. Come on.

My grandma,

-used to put ice on my nose...
-Uh-huh.

Every time I have a nosebleed.

I wish I had
some ice to put on it.

Yeah.
Let's get you some ice.

Just keep walking.

I'm gonna die now, boys.

No. 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.
-I'm going home.

-Don't apologize, Art.
-I'm going home.

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?

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.

Could y'all do something for me?

-Absolutely.
-Anything, com padre.

Could you give this
to my grandma, if you make it?

Of course.

Of course.

Promise me one thing.

Yeah.

Don't watch 'em do it.

-Okay.
-Okay? Promise me. Promise me.

-I promise.
-Promise me!

I promise. I promise.

Thanks.

I'm going home.

I'm going home.

Just a little longer.

-I'm going home.
-Just a little longer.

I'm going home.

-I can't, man.
-Warning.

-Second warning, six.
-I just...

I fucking can't, man.

Do you know what I want
more than anything?

-What, Pete?
-Third and final warning.

An Orange Julius.

You're in the homestretch.

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, just...

You fucking lotus-eater.

You old sack of shit. Shut up!

-That's the spirit, my boy.
-Oh, my God.

That's a killer fuckin' instinct.

Take no prisoners.

Flex that sac
and go get that prize.

-Warning, 23 and 47.
-Fuck.

-Second warning, 38.
-I'm done.

What would happen

if we slowed
at the exact same time, huh?

There's no way any three humans

could measure exactness
like these instruments.

They have it down to a science.

Increments.

How the fuck do you know so much

about the Long Walk, anyway?

It's all on record.

You ever read a book?
It ain't too hard.

Come on. Come on. No, come on!

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.

'Cause 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...

just be people.

Real people...

who bleed.

You wanna 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.

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 crowds.

They allow them
when there's two.

The real diehards.

The ones who will walk with you.

The ones that wanna see
the Major do the final kill.

Just keep walkin', okay?

I'm glad it's you two.

Nice walking with you, Stebbins.

An honor.

Good luck.

Third warning, 38.
Final warning.

Come on.

Do me.

50% chance now, Pete.

Fucking do me!

Pete, 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.

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.

Make way, make way.

Back it up, please.
Back it up.

Let's go. All the way
off the street.

-Second warning, 23.
-Pete, Pete.

-Second warning, 47.
-What are you doing?

You're gonna win this,
com padre.

-No, get up. Get up.
-No. You're gonna do this

-for your mom.
-Come on. Get up.

-Third warning, 23.
-This is for your mom.

-Get off me, Ray.
-Third warning, 47.

Come on, Ray.
What the fuck are you doing?

-Ray! Go win it.
-Being a brother to my brother.

Come on.

Just walk with me
a little more, okay?

Okay.

You convincin'
motherfucker.

Ray! Ray! Hey, 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, 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! No. Ray.

Luck to you, Mr. Garraty.

Ray. Ray.

May God reward your bravery.

I'm sorry, Mom.

No.

Ray!

Oh, God. Ray.

-No!
-Ladies and gentlemen,

♪ For amber waves of grain ♪

...our champion...

Peter McVries.

♪ For purple
mountain majesties ♪

♪ Above the fruited plain ♪

Ray...

♪ America ♪

♪ America ♪

♪ God shed His grace on thee ♪

Ray. Ray.

Congratulations,
Mr. McVries.

♪ And crown
thy good with brotherhood ♪

The cash prize is yours.

♪ From sea
to shining sea ♪

So, tell me, son...

what's your wish?

♪ Oh, beautiful
for pilgrim feet ♪

♪ Whose stern
impassioned stress ♪

The whole nation
is watching, son.

♪ A thoroughfare
of freedom beat ♪

What's your wish?

♪ Across the wilderness ♪

I want...

♪ America, America ♪

♪ God mend thine every flaw ♪

I want a carbine.

♪ Confirm thy soul ♪

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?

Hold your fire.
I'll fucking shoot.

-Hold your fire, boys.
-I'll fucking shoot.

-Hold the 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 takin'.

Don't throw it away.

This is for Ray.

♪ Took a walk ♪

♪ And I saw the land ♪

♪ Where Adam stepped foot
for the first time ♪

♪ And realized he was man ♪

♪ Saw the Dogwoods ♪

♪ Held some in my hand ♪

♪ 'Cause my old man ♪

♪ Well, he told me to stop ♪

♪ And count 'em
all while I can ♪

♪ 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 and walk the line ♪

♪ Till the end ♪

♪ I know you're tired ♪

♪ Hell, so am I ♪

♪ We can't take
the same road again ♪

♪ So let's stay out here ♪

♪ For a while ♪

♪ I took a look ♪

♪ And I saw the light ♪

♪ Where Eve stepped foot
for the last time ♪

♪ And took the first bite ♪

♪ Born in a battlefield ♪

♪ We stand tall as giants ♪

♪ Fight with the wind, yeah ♪

♪ Our story winds up
with footprints behind us ♪

♪ So let's stay out here ♪

♪ For a while, my friend ♪

♪ Let's stay and walk the line ♪

♪ Till the end ♪

♪ So let's stay out here ♪

♪ For a while, my friend ♪

♪ Stay and walk the line ♪

♪ Till the end ♪

♪ I know you're tired ♪

♪ Hell, so am I ♪

♪ We can't take
this same road again ♪

♪ So let's stay out
here for a while ♪

♪ Stay out here ♪

♪ So let's stay out here ♪

♪ So let's stay out here ♪

♪ For a while, my friend ♪

♪ Let's stay and walk the line ♪

♪ Till the end ♪

♪ I know you're tired ♪

♪ Hell, so am I ♪

♪ We can't take
the same road again ♪

♪ Let's stay out here
for a while ♪