Those are Defense Department projections. They've been doing them since the 50's. They're fallout scenarios in the event of a nuclear attack on 20 US cities. Do you see Jericho? It's outside the fallout zones, Jake, it's got a salt mine, plenty of farmland, and access to an untainted water table.
To get the truth? Less than you would have. You see, I've done—I've done enough, Jake, to know better. It's the fear of torture that gets results. Actual torture...only works in the movies.
[continues signing] Sean can be an idiot, but he can also be really great. All guys are like that, you have to put up with the "idiot" stuff...to get to the "great" stuff.
Well you could do anything! I mean you could run for President, make a virtual White house. Fly a plane into that! I mean, virtual cities and towns, nothing to nuke!
So anyhow, it’s like 3 am, I’ve got this flashlight in my face. Gail’s over on her side of the bed trying to find the phone to call the cops and finally I located the light switch. It’s Eric, who’s standing there and he says, “I can’t go to sleep until I confess – I’m drunk.” I said, “You’re what?” He said, “I’m drunk. It won’t ever happen again, I don’t know what I was thinking.” Meantime he looks perfectly normal, his speech isn’t slurred or anything. Gail starts grilling him, turns out he has had a beer and a half. I said to him, “Son, do you have any idea how much beer it takes to get drunk?” He said, “No, I don’t.” I said, “Well get out of here and don’t wake me up again until you do!”
You know, you listen to me, Stanley. Your sister's not a child any more. You can't just throw this fit and kick Sean's ass and think that's going to be the end of it.
Because if you do, she's just going to latch on that much tighter; unless they get really angry, in which case the age-old teenage remedy is to run away, which used to mean that you'd hear from them in a few days when they ran out of bus money. Nowadays, chances are much better that you'll find their bodies on the side of a road. Look, right now it is under our roof and it's a pain in the ass, I know. But it's a safe and manageable pain in the ass and I suggest you let him stay here before it turns into more than that.
You didn’t try and warn us? You couldn’t help us while they were raiding what little we had left? Shooting whoever got in their way? My deputies, my friends?
[about his torture] It’s not about Hawkins. They wanna know about Jericho. What our defenses are like, do we have any troops, where are they posted, do we have a stock pile of weapons, that sort of thing.
You want us to risk our lives for a promise? [refugees begin to leave]
DDale
Listen – listen! Since you’ve been here you’ve been asking for a place to live, food. You came here as refugees and you’re still being treated as second-class citizens. That’s no way to live. If you fight for my farm and we win, then everybody gets an equal split. It’ll be your farm. You’ll have a stake in this town that nobody can take away from you. You’ll never have to ask anyone for anything ever again. So, who wants a future?
Help us fight. We'll give you half. Half of all the weapons, food, and fuel that we take. And if New Bern's army is as big as you say it is, you'll do a lot better than hittin' one truck at a time out here.
JJonah
You've got more of me in you than you're ever going to admit.
