The Postman

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Church leaders blame the rise of hate crimes and racially-motivated attacks...

on a militia-like group calling themselves "The Holnists."

One of the most radical and powerful of these groups...

claims as its founder, the famed motivational speaker, Nathan Holn.

The last of the great cities died when my father was a child...

victims of yet another war.

He told of the plagues that followed...

and how the living hid themselves, scattered in tiny hamlets...

in hopes of surviving whatever new madness...

conspired to rob them of the little that remained.

In those days, he walked alone...

a solitary witness to the chaos that reigned.

The earth itself had fallen victim to the insanity.

He told stories of the 3-year winter...

and how the dirty snow never stopped falling.

He saw the ocean, barren, poisoned, near death.

And how they watched the sky for 16 long years...

praying for the great lungs to start working again.

He said it was as if the ocean had breathed a great sigh of relief.

Many commuters are abandoning their vehicles.

Goddamn it, Bill!

You know I need to check it first.

I don't know.

Better than turpentine, Bill.

Tastes about the same.

What do you say?

Your call.

Hm?

You ain't picky, Bill.

I like that about you.

Things I like about my ass...

number 1:

Will settle for turpentine.

Hey, Bill! We got TV!

We got 147 channels, Bill.

We got everything from...

Jesus to Jeopardy.

"Like...

sands through the hourglass, so are the days..."

We'll watch that.

Sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.

"Monday."

"Monday night."

Monday Night Football.

All right, I don't want any trouble.

I bet you don't either.

Let's just call it a draw.

I'm rich!

I know the rule.

It's my rule.

"Avoid civilization at all cost."

We got to eat, don't we?

Open your mouth.

It's true we haven't done this for awhile but...

for God sakes, it's like riding a bicycle, Bill.

What are you so worried about?

All you got to do is stand there.

I'm the one with all the lines.

Open up.

Awful. Just awful.

They said, "Fear not, Macbeth..."

Till Birnam Wood...

"comes to Dunsinane."

I said:

"Till Birnam Wood comes to Dunsinane!"

Thank you.

Arm yourselves!

Quickly, now.

Arm yourselves.

If the witch's words are true...

there'll be no running, hiding here!

Now, fight...

as if our last meal depended on it, Bill.

Tomorrow...

And tomorrow... Tomorrow.

And the day after that.

Out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow...

a poor player who struts...

and frets his hour upon a stage...

and is heard no more.

It's a tale told by...

Idiot. - A moron...

full of sound and fury...

signifying...

nothing.

But blow, wind!

Come, wrack!

At least we'll die...

with the harness off our back!

I want to talk to him.

The children have never seen Shakespeare before.

They still haven't.

Thank you. You're very kind.

I'm clapping because you stink.

Larry!

I don't think you know how it works.

When I was young, I tried to be an actor. I was awful.

But now I won't die thinking I was the worst one.

- Stop it! - That's all right.

How much did you pay to get in?

So bite me.

You were very good.

- Good enough to get something to eat? - Yes, we have some soup.

Holnists. Goddamn!

Bastards hardly kill anyone lately.

We give them food and supplies.

All the towns do.

I'd just as soon not give them anything of mine, thanks.

What are you doing there?

What are you doing?

It's just a game, General Bethlehem.

It's something they saw in a play. No harm in it.

Wait a minute!

A play?

Show me.

It's all right, children. Show me.

Arm yourselves.

No running from the witches.

Shakespeare, is it?

I'm sorry I missed it.

We haven't nearly stocked the game that we thought we would.

Really? But you had time for a play?

I'm taking three conscripts...

from each town!

You will have the honor of serving in the Holnist Army...

until such time as I see fit! Three men.

Could you do that?

Captain!

All men...

between 15 and 50...

and of suitable ethnic foundation are required to show themselves now!

General.

No, but keep that.

Acceptable.

Sir?

Acceptable, Captain.

Need some meat on you, but I like an impressionable mind.

Acceptable.

Mongoloid.

Unacceptable.

I want pure blood.

Someone...

Don't wave. BETHLEHEM: People, you will look at me!

Someone like...

Like that man!

Aw, Bill.

You don't understand.

You were required to show yourself.

I'm not with them. I'm just passing through.

Take the mule.

Whoa! Ah! Ah!

Let's go! Move!

Hey.

Hi. Hi. Hi.

Wow.

Ten-hut!

I want a line right here.

Welcome, gentlemen, to your new life.

You have been born again as soldiers in the United Army of Nathan Holn.

God rest his soul!

The strong have been sapped...

by the whimpering propaganda of the weak.

Men...

strong men have been denied their destiny.

You men have been saved from that fate.

Redemption...

is within your grasp.

You.

What did you do before you were given this opportunity?

I had a shovel. I digged holes.

You digged holes.

Now you'll fill them.

Hi.

And you?

Me?

Is there any question in anyone's mind that I was speaking to you?

Yes, you.

I'm just a performer.

Shakespeare. Stuff like that.

- Shakespeare? - He was a writer.

Yes, I know.

I know who Shakespeare was.

"Cry 'Havoc!'...

and let slip...

the dogs of war."

Me?

"To be or not to be:

That is the question."

"We few..."

We happy few...

"we band of brothers!"

"Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer...