[On the phone, Larry talks to Arlene, his bartender friend in L.A.]
Larry Underwood
Listen, I'm gonna try and get the, uh… the afternoon flight back, so… you put on your sexiest number, I'm gonna take ya out to dinner, then I'll take ya out dancing… then maybe I'll just take ya.
[Settling down to a rare steak dinner in the city, Larry and Nadine duck when they hear a gunshot.]
Oh, I think I lost my appetite.
Larry Underwood
We gotta get outta here.
Larry Underwood
I mean, we gotta get outta the city. I mean, it's not just the odds of getting shot. You have any idea what it's going to smell like in two weeks? Five million people rotting in the July sun!
[Nadine pulls out a bottle of pills, but Larry stops her from taking any.]
Larry Underwood
What is that?!
Larry Underwood
Yeah, I'm sorry. It's none of my business.
Apology accepted...mostly because I think you're right. The Big Apple is baked.
[Larry and Nadine argue over her refusal to enter the Lincoln Tunnel; she pulls out a bottle of pills, but he snatches them]
Larry Underwood
And you've had plenty of those, thank you very much!
Larry Underwood
No, ma'am. I'm not gonna stand here in the middle of five million dead people and watch you commit suicide! [throws pills away]
NOOOO! [slaps him] How dare you! [storms off]
Larry Underwood
Okay. Where're you going?
Going to the George Washington Bridge! By myself!
Larry Underwood
Pfft. I don't need this prima donna act… Missy! I really don't! You have fun… getting raped and murdered back on 7th Avenue! Sweetheart!
[First meeting of Larry Underwood and Lucy Swann, the latter travelling with a feral boy.]
LSLucy Swann
I'm so pleased to meet you.
Larry Underwood
Yeah, same here, believe me. [to the boy] How ya doin', son?
[The boy pulls out a knife and nearly slashes Larry before the woman pulls him back.]
Larry Underwood
Whoa!
LSLucy Swann
Put that away.
Larry Underwood
Nice kid! Has he had his rabies shots yet?
LSLucy Swann
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. He's–he's been… traumatized.
Larry Underwood
Haven't we all.
[At a barbecue, the Committee discusses plans to send spies to scope out Flagg's activities in Vegas.]
Larry Underwood
Well… we haven't been elected one whole day yet, and already we've managed to, uh, reinvent the CIA. Who needs Monday Night Football?
. . .
Larry Underwood
Oh my God, I'm a politician. This isn't Colorado, it's Hell!
. . .
Larry Underwood
I can't believe we're doin' this!
Hey, if you didn't wanna get your hands dirty, you shoulda stayed off the Committee in the first place! We're probably sendin' people off to get killed!
Larry Underwood
Yeah?
Yeah, that's right! Makin' decisions like that is what bein' in charge is all about! Either grow up and do it, or get out!
[Everyone stares at Larry in silence.]
Larry Underwood
You're awful cute when you get angry, Stu.
[Larry objects to leaving Stu behind.]
Larry Underwood
This is no game, Stu.
Stu's right, Larry. Mother Abagail said one of us would fall by the way.
Larry Underwood
W-what does that mean? Huh? What are you saying? You're a college professor, for god sakes!
Not anymore. In case you hadn't noticed, Larry, school is out.
Larry Underwood
Look, I thought he was your friend!
Of course he's my friend. But that doesn't matter now.
RBRalph Brentner
It's God's plan—
Larry Underwood
Shut up about God! I'm sick of hearing about God!
This whole trip was based on the idea that Mother Abagail knew what she was talkin' about.
RBRalph Brentner
That's right.
Larry Underwood
It's not right. It's not right! This isn't God's will, or God's plan! It's a washout! And you got a broken leg, Stu, and I'm not gonna leave you here!
. . .
When we came on this trip, we put our lives in the hands of Mother Abagail's God. Now, that hasn't changed. If he wants me to eat, he'll send food. If he wants me to drink… he'll send rain. It's his business. Yours… is to go against Flagg! Now, you've got to do that, and you've got to go without me!
Larry Underwood
[choking back tears] Man… do you know how crazy that sounds? Do you know how totally damn crazy that sounds?!
[Barry Dorgan, his clipboard-wielding deputy Burlson, and a pack of armed guards stop the Boulder trio on the road.]
BDBarry Dorgan
By virtue of the power vested in me, smartass, you're under arrest.
RBRalph Brentner
In whose name?
BDBarry Dorgan
You know who I speak for.
RBRalph Brentner
Then why don't you say it?
[Dead silence.]
RBRalph Brentner
Well, I'll say it for ya. Calls himself Randall Flagg, but who he really is, is an apostate of Hell. Now, you got that in your little clipboard there, Mr. Burlson?
PBPaul Burlson
I wonder if you men might give me your Social Security numbers?
[Larry, Ralph, and Glen look at each other and burst out laughing.]
. . .
[Larry holds up his hands when the thugs start waving their guns.]
Larry Underwood
Relax! You don't need those. That's why we came here. We got a message for your little tin god.
BDBarry Dorgan
Tin god? Tin god. Man, that's funny. I spent 22 years on the Santa Monica P.D., and I know what happens when guys like you end up runnin' the show. We haven't got a single addict in Vegas. Can your people say the same?
Mr. Dorgan, even a man of your apparently limited intelligence should be able to see that your experiences with a few battered babies and drug abusers doesn't justify your embrace of a monster!
[Dorgan smacks Glen across the face, knocking him down.]
Larry Underwood
Oh, that's great. Very good! You get the Rodney King Humanitarian Award for the day, pal.
[One of the thugs jams a rifle butt into Larry's stomach.]
It's almost over for them now, Larry. Can you feel it?
[As Lloyd tries to deal with Trashcan Man and his nuclear missile, Flagg's energy bolt suddenly rises from the two bodies and begins to transform.]
[voiceover] The promise has been kept as God has willed it. Amen.
RBRalph Brentner
Larry! Do you see it?
Larry Underwood
The Hand of God!
. . .
[As the Hand wraps itself around the missile…]
[voiceover] You done good, boys. Come on home.