The Stand

I got out of New York

with a woman, and she killed herself.

Maybe I'm meant to be alone.

The man who gave me this, he sent me here to find you.

You want to kill Stu Redman.

- What about the others? Mr. Chairman?

Yes, Harold?

I'd like to put a motion

on the floor to accept the slate

of ad hoc committee members in toto.

Ms. Cross?

Hawk. Run.

Seems to me we need to send somebody, or bodies,

- out to Vegas. - How many people would we send?

Well, that's gonna be dangerous.

Which is why I insist that we take no action.

Just too many unknowns out there.

I nominate Judge Farris.

- Of course I accept. - Tom Cullen.

"Tom will surprise you."

How about I try something a little louder!

How many people?

How many guns?

Did I see the bad man from your dreams?

Name's Flagg. I'm gonna make you my right-hand man, Lloyd.

I'd like that.

I have a name for Dayna Jurgens.

You want me to talk my way through

whatever trigger-happy sadists

this Dark Man has installed as his border guards

on the remains of Las Vegas, then haul my ass back here,

and then tell you what I saw?

I'm in.

Look, the substation is a mess.

We're barely making our quotas as it is,

so tell me, how am I supposed to keep on schedule when you

- keep pulling my best people? - Now, I did mark down

that that request came direct from Mr. Henreid, didn't I?

Hey, Flashdance!

Hey, Flashdance! Dayna!

Come over here.

Ms. Lawry here would like a word with you.

Fine, just come with me.

So, you like it down here with the mole rat squad?

I mean, it's not that bad.

You know? Help keep things running.

Huh. Shit.

Not enough money in the world to put me down in this hole.

Not enough anything.

Word is, you've been asking questions.

Is that not okay?

Depends on the questions.

You've been asking about Mr. Flagg.

What's got you

so hot and bothered to see the Man, anyway?

Honestly, I just, I had these dreams with him.

Oh, we all dream of him.

That don't make you special.

I know that.

Well, way it works is,

if you want to get to see theMan,

you got to see...

...myman.

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.

Well!

Look who we got here.

Dayna with a "Y." Am I right?

- Mm-hmm. - How you pronounce that? Dayna?

- Dayna. - Appreciate you fetching her, sugar.

And may I say...

wow, you is fetchin'.

Holy shit. I mean, you're-you're Lloyd Henreid.

- You're his right-hand man. - That's me, sweet buns.

I'm the one that rides the elevator...

all the way up to the top.

Now, apparently, you've been gabbin' around town

asking everybody that you need to see Flagg.

Look, I'm really sorry. I-I didn't mean to just...

No, no, no need to apologize.

But you got Flagg intrigued,

which has got me intrigued.

Where you been, girl?

Captain Trips has been around for months and months.

Now you kind of show up out of the blue, saying,

"I need to see Flagg."

What? You've been hiding out?

No. I just...

I saw what was out there, and it wasn't for me.

All right, well,

the boss man wants me to pick you up,

show you a good time,

bring you to this fine establishment.

We got an amazing society out here,

and we owe it all to Mr. Flagg.

: I owe my life to Mr. Flagg,

because he saved me.

I was at the bottom of the barrel,

and he plucked me out.

Shit, girl, look at me now.

I see it.

This place, you can be anything you want to be here.

All it is, is a question of motivation.

Name, age, pre-plague occupation,

special skills.

-Name, age, -

- pre... - My name is Tom Cullen.

I'm 42 years old and developmentally disabled.

Please do not be alarmed by my behavior,

for I have difficulty...

- Shut the fuck up. -

What the fuck, fellas?

Apparently, that's about all he's said

since he walked up to the roadblock.

Just toss him in the slave cages.

What's wrong?

You know Mr. Flagg's rule.

Anyone comes here voluntarily is a citizen no matter what.

I suggest you find him something.

Well, how am I supposed to place him

if I got no idea what he can do?

My name is Tom Cullen.

- I'm 42 years old and developmentally disabled. - Jesus fucking Christ.

- Please do not be alarmed... - Re-Report to the front desk,

Gladiators Hall, show 'em that.

Next.

[INTRO TO TOM JONES' "IT'S NOT UNUSUAL" PLAYING]

Thought you said you were on the top floor.

This is the top floor as far as you're concerned.

Hey, what's up, Victor?

- Boom! - Hey!

Everything above is reserved.

For Mr. Flagg?

Plenty action down here, anyway.

Somebody's got to take care of this place.

Ain't that right, sweet buns?

Oh, you are always right, Daddy.

Welcome...

to...

: Heaven...!

- -

Hey, Weizak, if you can hear me,

this is Stu.

You just sit tight, buddy, okay?

We're gonna come get you.

Stay warm, or try to, at least.

If you can let us know your position any way,

honk a horn or a flashlight beam or anything...

- Come on. - What?

Your clothes.

We're gonna find you, Weizak.

We will, we'll find you.

: Hawk.

Run.

- What if they don't buy it? -

What?

What if they don't believe us?

Harold, we've been over this.

W-We could leave.

Tonight. Now.

We're not leaving.

'Cause of Joe?

Because of him.

Listen, Harold,

we can't fuck this up.

Do you understand?

We cannot let him down.

Hey, listen up. All off-duty watchmen

to the amphitheater, now.

On my way.

Copy that. Heading over. Copy that.

You ever heard of a guy shooting himself in the chest?

Norris said it happens more than you think.

Said he saw it a bunch as an EMT.

More common in women, but it does happen.

I didn't know the guy well, but Weizak didn't strike me

as the suicide type.