The Stand

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

Yes. - What about the others?

The others? - The old witch,

and her five little chosen.

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

You want me

to break into Harold's house?

Yeah. A-And search it.

I think he might be planning something bad.

Seems to me we need to send

somebody or bodies out to Vegas.

Spies.

- I'm in. I nominate Judge Farris.

Of course I understand the risks,

and of course I accept.

Hey, I really think

we ought to consider Tom Cullen.

Tom. Hi.

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

I'll see the full moon.

"M-O-O..."

I told you not to do anything

having to do with the Dark Man

until we got the okay from above.

We're almost there.

Then we go to Him.

We all have choice, until we don't.

She's gone.

She left us.

Mother A!

Thank you! Thank you!

Purification, that's what it's called!

Superior in some ways, but inferior to many others.

- (muttering) - (rapid beeping)

God is real!

You are the man I want...

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

- (moans) - (snarling)

FLAGG (distorted): Look at what I will give you.

Donald Merwin Elbert,

what's this I hear about you

burning old lady Semple's pension check?

Hey, Trash, you burned your cock off yet?

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

Where do I find you?

West, beyond the mountains.

My life, for you...

Mother A! Mother Abagail!

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

Mother A, where are you?!

Mother Abagail!

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

Mother Abagail's gone.

What? You mean, like, dead?

Gone like gone.

Missing.

You think it was Him?

Actually, I came here to ask you that.

Well, how would I know?

Well, it seems like you have some way of communicating

with our friend that I'm not privy to.

So, what has He been

telling you that He's not been telling me?

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

No.

You know, it is possible that...

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

No. He tells me everything.

He needs me.

- He needs us. - Is that so?

So tell me, how badly does this fuck us?

Completely.

Sideways, in fact.

Did you know that the Chinese character for "crisis"

includes the Chinese character for "opportunity"?

There's gonna be a vigil tonight.

At Mother A's house.

And I'm betting just about every soul in Boulder

is gonna be there, all crowded together.

Why kill just the committee...

When we can take out everyone?

There's a smart girl, Nadine.

How do you like it?

Not bad.

Slim it down a little.

I might know the perfect place to put it.

You like this?

You like this?

- I love this. - (laughs, screams)

You like the girls?

Thank you.

Maybe try not to freak out the guests.

You smell like gasoline and bird shit.

You're gonna die.

I'm sorry.

I've been fiddling with this forever.

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

Okay.

Um, you got to let air in.

- Oh. Air. - (chuckles)

Do you ever think how strange that is, huh?

How fire needs oxygen to survive?

Just burning. Always burning.

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

The legendary Trashcan Man.

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

I don't know about that.

My life for you. My life for you.

What's the biggest fire

- in history? - S-Siberia.

Sorry, I should have been more specific there.

What's the biggest man-made fire?

And I'm not talking about a bunch of hikers

getting careless with a Sterno can.

I'm talking about someone actually riding the animal.

Bending it to their will.

1961.

Tsar Bomba.

1961. Soviet nuclear test.

A chance to spit fire in the face of God.

They managed to produce the most powerful fire

mankind's created since we first started rubbing sticks

- together in the desert. - (grunting)

Well, speaking of deserts,

there's a military facility out there.

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

Now, I want you to go there...

...and bring me back the fire.

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

My life for you.

My life... my life for you!

My life for you!

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

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

My life for you!

Lloyd, hang back a sec.

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

Uh, yeah.

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

Can I ask you something?

Do we really need this frickin' joker?

Okay? Because anything that he can do,

I can do better. I'm telling you.

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

Lloyd, my precious flower.

Jealousy doesn't become you.

I ain't jealous.

The fire's for the holdouts.

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

Been hiding on the edge of the desert,

biding her time.

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

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

I figured that out on my own.

I need her alive.

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

they aren't exactly "surgical."

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

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

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

You still can't see him?

I wouldn't worry about it.

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

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

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