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.
[Nadine stands at the balcony railing of Flagg's hotel suite.]
They're coming for you, you know. The old woman sent them before she died.
Get your ass back in here.
Everything you've made here is falling apart. They're saying a simple retarded boy outwitted Randall Flagg. They're saying Judge Farris got away from your man in Idaho.
He's as dead as Judas Iscariot.
They're asking questions about Dayna, too. It's all slipping through your fingers. And they're whispering, Randy. I can see them, leaving their posts in the dead of night, and your eye can't see them. [sits on railing] And when they come here — Stu… and Ralph… and Glen… and La— when they get here, your time will end, and I'll be watching. I'll be watching from Hell, with your baby in my arms. [stands on railing]
[uneasily] Come back in, Nadine. I'll give you everything you could ever want.
[laughing mockingly] Can you give me Larry again?
[Flagg's face becomes demonic.]
Your seed is cold. [falls over railing]
[demon voice] YOU LIAR! [grabs at her, but misses] NOOOOOOO! [she hits the ground and dies]
[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?
[In his cell in Las Vegas, Glen muses on a cockroach skittering around the prison floor.]
You're quite a piece of work, Mr. Cockroach. We could take a lesson from you, especially in light of recent events. I have an idea that… I'll be gone, come this time tomorrow. But you'll still be trucking, won't you? Running your little roach errands.
[Suddenly a boot stomps on the roach. Pan up to reveal a grinning Flagg.]
That's a wrap on the roach.
. . .
Actually, uh… I've decided to let you go.
Really? Marvelous. Of course, I couldn't go without my friends.
Oh, of course not! No, you'll all go together. Tomorrow morning. Tonight, if you prefer. And, uh… once again, all you have to do is ask. Only… for a favor of this magnitude… I really think you ought to do it on your knees.
[Bateman bursts out in tremendous laughter.]
Stop it. Stop laughing at me!
Sorry! It's just that… it's just that we made such… such a business of you, and it turns out you're nothing more than another cockroach, scurrying around, running little roach errands! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
[Lloyd pulls out his gun, then looks back at Flagg.]
SHOOT HIM, YOU IDIOT! SHOOT HIM!
[Flagg starts to move toward Lloyd, who casually fires into the bars without effect.]
Can't you do anything RIGHT?! HE'S STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT O' YA!
If you really feel you must shoot somebody, Mr. Henreid, I suggest Flagg. His world is crumbling, and we both know it. I think we also both know he can do a lot of damage on his way down. You could change that.
Well, shoot one of us, anyway.
. . .
[Lloyd finally puts several shots into Glen, point-blank. Glen falls, then turns back toward Lloyd.]
It's all right, Mr. Henreid. You don't know any better.
[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.
[From their vantage point above the washout, Stu and Tom see the nuclear explosion on the horizon.]
"I saw a pale horse, and a pale rider upon it. The name of the horse was Pestilence. The name of the rider was Death."
It's the end of Las Vegas, Tommy. And the end of Randall Flagg… if God is good.
[After seeing Frannie's baby, Stu turns to Larry's widow, Lucy.]
LSLucy Swan
N-no, I know. I know what happened. I'm… sure that when the end came, they, um… met it on their feet. And that's what they were sent out there to do, wasn't it? To stand?
LSLucy Swan
He's gone… but I'll have his baby. Maybe… it's not all I wanted, or all I dreamed of having… but it'll have to be enough.
