[On a Midwest highway, Ralph Bretner drives his pickup truck up alongside Tom and Nick on their bicycles.]
Ralph Bretner
Name's Ralph Bretner.
I'm Tom Cullen. M-O-O-N, that spells "Tom Cullen". I don't know his name, 'cause I can't read it. Sure wish I did, though — laws, yes.
[Nick hands Ralph a hastily scribbled note.]
Ralph Bretner
Your friend's name here is "Nick Andros". M-O-O-N, I-I guess that spells "Nick". [laughs]
[Mother Abagail talks to Ralph and Nick about what God has told her. Ralph reads Nick's response.]
Ralph Bretner
Uh, Nick says that… he says he don't believe in God.
[Mother Abagail laughs.]
God bless ya, Nick! But it don't matter! He believes in you.
[Glen, Larry, Stu, and Ralph talk about the imminent restarting of the Boulder power station.]
The plague took the people, but it couldn't take the gadgets, could it? No, they're all still out there. Everything from electric can openers to cobalt bombs, just waiting for someone to come along and pick 'em up. And the scavenger hunt… starts today.
Ralph Bretner
Ah, hell, Professor. What's wrong with puttin' the rocks back in people's scotch?
It's the old way. And the old way was a death trip.
That's a little heavy, don'tcha think?
Do you? There's an old woman down there who might tell ya different, East Texas. If she'd talk about this end of it at all, that is.
I don't know if there is one. But I know I'm very concerned about the way things are going. She wants a mass meeting. Except she says it's really God who wants the meeting. We say, "Fine. You're fine, Mother. God's fine, too." And then we go right back to tinkering with the power station, trying to recreate the world that damn near choked the human race to death. What's wrong with this picture?
[The new Boulder Free Zone Committee meets to discuss Mother Abagail's unexpected departure and their own next move.]
Ralph Bretner
Flagg is our business right now. And we'll have to trust Mother Abagail… to her God.
Our friend in the cowboy boots and jean jacket isn't gonna just sit over there on his side of the Rockies playing mumblety-peg, you know.
Yeah, there's a perfectly good reason for this little stroll, you know. And Mother Abagail knew it when she sent us out the way she did, with just the clothes on our backs. Our bellies are empty, and, more importantly, our heads are empty.
RBRalph Brentner
Hell — mine was pretty empty to begin with.
[They all laugh.]
Yeah, well, I'm serious. We're out here in the middle of the Great American Nowhere, minus all the baggage we used to carry every place we went. She wanted us cleaned out. Empty. Ready to be filled up again by some new thing. Maybe a great thing. Almost certainly the last thing.
[Larry objects to leaving Stu behind.]
Stu's right, Larry. Mother Abagail said one of us would fall by the way.
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.
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—
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.
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!
[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.]
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.]
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?
. . .
[As the Hand wraps itself around the missile…]
[voiceover] You done good, boys. Come on home.