The Stand

There's a military facility out there.

Now, I want you to go there

and bring me back

the fire.

This is Harold

Emery Lauder speaking.

I do this of my own free will.

I thought Nick was the one to lead you.

But the Lord saw fit to take Nick home

and that means

that it's you, Stu Redman,

who must lead now.

And soon he'll come

to destroy all who stand against him.

His kingdom's in the west,

and it is there you must go

and make your stand.

I want to be a hundred miles gone

by sunup.

Slow down!

It's better this way, Harold.

Goddamn you!

You bitch!

- Stu! Stu! - No!

My leg's broken.

Take three or four of those at once,

liable to be fatal.

You get me, East Texas?

Yeah, I get you.

Hi, fellas.

We've been expecting ya.

Darling, why don't you head down to greet our guests?

Hello, friends.

Our time has begun!

Citizens of New Vegas,

welcome to freedom!

So, Glen...

...is it everything you thought it'd be?

Fabulous Las Vegas.

Yeah, pretty much.

Bunch of lost, scared people

following somebody who makes 'em feel just a little less lost.

Stop me if you've heard this one before.

Meaning what?

They're no different than us?

I take it you don't agree.

They're fucking evil, Glen.

Just as long as we're not being overly simplistic.

You do realize that they lined the Strip

with crucified bodies, right?

Realize it? I welcome it.

Means this Dark Man can't count on his own people.

Making public displays out of all those who defy him.

That's not strength.

It's weakness.

I'd be much happier...

if his next display wasn't us.

I hope Stu knows what he's missing.

What?

What are you looking at?

Aw, fine.

You win.

Not yet.

You happy?

And thank you all for being here.

Court is fucking in session!

Hit it, baby! Hit it!

You three are accused hereby of entering New Vegas as spies,

with seditious intent

with stealth and under cover of darkness.

Yeah!

Know you all that the cohorts of these men

have sent other spies among us

and they have been fucking killed.

- Yeah! - We fucking got 'em!

But our savior,

in his mercy, has decided

that these three

particular shitbirds

have a chance at a different fate.

And all they got to do

is renounce the witch and her lies

and swear loyalty

to the one true

motherfucking king.

That's right!

- Yes! - Yeah, that's right!

Come on, now.

Let's hear it.

Here's your chance.

What, are you defending the old witch?

You think the witch would be protecting you

if she was here in your place?

I don't think so.

I didn't see her dragging her big old

saggy boobies across the Rocky Mountains.

Come on.

You don't owe her shit.

She sent you here to die.

Okay? Now, come on over to the good side.

Come on over to our side.

How 'bout you, Betty Lou?

Larry Underwood.

You all know Larry Underwood, right?

He's the rock star.

You sing those songs, that song on the radio...

Well, guess what?

All's you're gonna be able to do is sing heavy metal

if you slit your throat.

What?

Is that what you want to do?

How long do you plan on going on with this?

Hey!

Hey!

Order! Order! Let it happen!

Yeah, I've been meaning to ask.

Whose authority is this court under?

Who do you think, dummy?

M-Mr. Henreid.

Please.

This court is convened under the authority

of Mr. Randall Flagg!

The greatest purveyor

of justice the world has ever seen.

Randall Flagg, the Mother of Dragons,

the Queen of the Andals

-and everybody else above himself. -You shut the fuck up!

Test me again.

Piece of shit!

Shut the fuck up!

You better be careful,

'cause you know, he's watching up there, so...

I-I really need to understand this, Lloyd.

What are you all so afraid of?

He can fly and he fucking, like, ate a dude last week.

-What are you talking about? -Well, he-he flies

and he... if he can do all that, then...

- why does he need all this? - Mr. Bateman,

if you can't keep quiet,

I'm gonna have to ask the bailiff here

to gouge out your eyes

and skull-fuck the holes.

Right, right. Of course, of course. But...

I don't understand why he won't face us himself.

Are-are these on?

What makes you think you're so special

that he'd come down and come to see you?

Is he watching this, Lloyd?

Hey. Hey!

Are you watching?

Come down here, you-you son of a bitch,

and show us...

That's my man, right there! That's my man!

Yeah, don't fucking talk to him that way?

My God.

You people are terrified of him.

Is that all he has over you?

Is fear?

- That's it? - Don't you

-fucking talk about him that way. -Hey.

It's way more pathetic than we thought, guys.

Mr. Bateman,

you are now in contempt of court!

Hey, why don't you go fuck yourself?

Bailiff, shoot that man.

Lloyd. You're the bailiff?

I thought you were the prosecutor.

Lloyd, fucking shoot that man.

Stop fucking telling me what to do, okay?

You stop talking, fucko. Okay?

You're talking yourself into getting shot.

You're gonna shoot me, Lloyd?

I don't think so.

Counsel, please approach the bench.

What the fuck is your problem?

Why are you being such a crybaby?

You want to disappoint Flagg?

You are fucking embarrassing us.

You're embarrassing us.

Do it!

Your hand's shaking, Lloyd.

I ain't shaking.

-You never done it before, right? -Shut up!

Killed a man.

You don't have to start now.

I'm not begging for my life, mind you.

I'm begging for yours.

Okay.

If you don't stop talking,

I'm gonna have to put a bullet through you.

"The fault, dear Brutus, is in our stars,

not in ourselves."

-What do you mean? -You don't have to do this.

Why are... why are you saying that?

You can stop this. Just look in the camera,

tell these people what I already know,

that without your fear, he's nothing.

He's seen him!

-He knows this guy! -Shut up.

Without your adulation, he's nothing, Lloyd!