Stephen King: The Long Walk: Movie Script

Dear Mr. Raymond Garraty, Congratulations! Your voluntary submission to participate in the Long Walk has been accepted through lottery. You now have the rare honor of representing your state as a symbol of hope in these economically desperate times. The entire nation will be watching the live broadcast with admiration and awe. If you win, unimaginable riches and a single wish await - a chance to break free of today’s financial struggles and inspire the nation. Please report to the starting line on May 1st by 8:00 am. Luck to you, Mr. Garraty. (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) MAN ON RADIO: ...spirit of our country. Fellow citizens, still today, on the 19th anniversary of the war that tore this great nation apart, we continue our nationwide recovery effort. Right now, as this country watches 50 of our finest young men prepare for the ultimate challenge, let us join together in reflection and hope. We give thanks for the state and the opportunity it provides... (GARRATY SIGHS) MAN ON RADIO: ...for the order it has instituted for the good of society. May it bring us all back to prosperity. We pray for the poor, the hungry, the unemployed, and those without shelter. Help us transform hardship into hope, scarcity into abundance, and division into solidarity. GINNIE: I just... (VOICE BREAKS) GINNIE: I still don't understand. I think you could probably still change your mind. I don't think it's... GARRATY: (SIGHS) The back-out date was yesterday. (VOICE BREAKS) GINNIE: But they would let you. I know it. The Major, he would... GARRATY: The Major would what? You know what the Major would say. This is my decision, okay? Not yours. This is the best way. It's the only way. GINNIE: If your father was here... GARRATY: Okay, but he's not. (BRAKES SQUEALING) GUARD: ID, please. (GARRATY EXHALES) (BIRDS CHIRP) (INSECTS TRILL) GINNIE: You brought the baseball? GARRATY: Yeah, I just... I don't know. GINNIE: I made you these. Oatmeal chocolate chip, your favorite. GARRATY: Thanks, Mom. (GINNIE SNIFFLES) GINNIE: All right, come here, baby. I love you. GARRATY: I love you too. GINNIE: Be a good boy, okay? GARRATY: Okay, I will. Okay. GINNIE: Okay. GARRATY: All right, I love you better. GINNIE: No, you don't. That's a fact. GARRATY: (CHUCKLES) Okay. All right, I love you, Mom. Bye. GINNIE: No, wait, wait! GARRATY: Mom, I can't. I can't. GINNIE: No! (HYPERVENTILATING) (SOBBING) GARRATY: I know. It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay. GINNIE: I can't. GARRATY: Mom, it's just a few days. I'll see you in a few days. (SOBBING) GARRATY: I know. GINNIE: I can't. GARRATY: I know. GINNIE: I can't. (SOBBING) GARRATY: I gotta let you go, okay? GINNIE: Okay. Okay. All right, Mom. Okay. Okay. GARRATY: Okay. I love you, Mom. (CAR DOOR CLOSES) (INDISTINCT CHATTERING) (SOBBING) GARRATY: Hey, uh, I'm Ray Garraty. McVRIES: Pete. Peter McVries. GARRATY: Nice to meet you. You ready for this? McVRIES: A little jumpy... GARRATY: (CHUCKLES) Yeah. McVRIES: ...but maybe that's good? Hey, what do you weigh? GARRATY: 178. McVRIES: I'm 177. They say heavier guys get tired quicker. GARRATY: Shit. (BOTH CHUCKLING) GARRATY: Look at Superman. McVRIES: Yeah, he built. GARRATY: No body fat on that guy. Jesus. He's gonna be tough to beat. Hey, what's your name? STEBBINS: Stebbins. OLSON: Jesus, Stebbins. You some kinda fitness nut? McVRIES: Well, I don't think he wants to talk. OLSON: Yeah, all right. Fine by me. I don't give a shit. OLSON: Hank Olson's the name. Walking's my game. GARRATY: Uh, I'm Ray Garraty. You can call me Ray. McVRIES: Peter McVries. You can call me McVries. BAKER: I'm Art Baker. Pleasure to meet y'all. McVRIES: It's fucking terrifying, ain't it? BAKER: Yeah. I ain't trying to think about it too much. Just want to walk and maybe make some friends. GARRATY: Hey. Hey, are you okay? CURLY: Me? GARRATY: Yeah. You're pacing. Are you okay? CURLY: I'm just getting warmed up. McVRIES: You have a few hundred miles to get warmed up when we start. What's your name? CURLY: Curly. GARRATY: Okay, Curly. How old are you? CURLY: Eighteen. OLSON: Yeah. That kid lied to qualify. Kid, if you're a day over 16, I eat my fucking shoes. Look at him. Poor fucker doesn't know what the fuck he's doing here. Now, me? I know exactly what the fuck I'm doing here. Gotta be aggressive. I... I did my research on the Major. He says you wanna win this thing, you gotta be raring to rip. Fuck, boys, I am raring to rip. McVRIES: (MIMICS HANK) "Fuck, boys, I am raring to rip." (ALL CHUCKLING) OLSON: Hey, fuck you. McVRIES: Just sound like what you said, asshole. BARKOVITCH: Raring to rip. (CHUCKLES) Yeah. You sound like my... (CHUCKLING) my meemaw on the bowl in morning, man. Right, guys? OLSON: The fuck is a "meemaw"? BARKOVITCH: Fuck you. (CHUCKLING) I was just fucking around. BAKER: Hey, here he comes. (DISTANT ENGINE WHIRRING) (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) HARKNESS: (STUTTERING) Shit on a stick. It's the Major. (ENGINE STOPS) MAJOR: Sit down, boys. Keep hint 13 in mind. OLSON: Hint number 13. That's conserve energy whenever possible. McVRIES: Yeah, shut up, Olson. We all read the rulebook. MAJOR: Now, as I call your name, step forward and take your tags. Put 'em around your neck, and then go back to your place until I instruct otherwise. Ewing, James. Number one. Smith, Patrick. Number four. Barkovitch, Gary. Number five. Baker, Arthur. Number six. White, "Curly" Adam. Number seven. Sanders, Rank. Number 19. McVries, Peter. Number 23. Stebbins, Billy. Number 38. Good luck, son. Olson, Hank. Number 46. Garraty, Raymond. 47. Parker, Collie. Number 48. Harkness, Richard. Number 49. Fellas, line up by fives, in no particular order. Boys, it takes heavy, heavy sac to sign up for this contest, and you've all got it. You're men now. As you all know, our country has been in a period of financial struggle since the war, and we did the first Long Walk all those years ago to inspire and reintegrate the value of work ethic. Each year after the event, there's a spike in production. We have the means to return to our former glory. Our problem now, is an epidemic of laziness. You boys are the answer. The Long Walk is the answer. When this is broadcast for all the states, your inspiration will continue to elevate our gross national product. We will be number one in the world again! ALL: Yeah! MAJOR: Now, uh... I'm not going to go through the whole rulebook, but it boils down to this. Walk until there's only one of you left. Maintain a speed of three miles per hour. If you fall below the speed, you get a warning. If you can't make speed in ten seconds, you get an additional warning. Three warnings, you get your ticket. Walk one hour at speed, one warning is erased and so on. If you step off the pavement, you will get your ticket without warning. The goal is to last the longest. There's one winner and no finish line. Any of you can win. Any of you can do it if you walk long and steady enough. If you refuse to give up. I look at each and every one of you, and I see hope. Now, boys, who's set to fucking win? (ALL CHEERING) MAJOR: I said... who's ready to fucking win? (ALL CHEERING) (UPLIFTING MUSIC PLAYING) MAJOR: Luck to all, and remember, anyone can win. (WIND WHOOSHING) (MILE 1) (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) (THRILLING MUSIC PLAYING) (RADIO STATIC COOING) (FLIES BUZZING) (BLADES WHIRRING) (DOG BARKING) GARRATY: Hey, Pete. Pretty fucking desolate. McVRIES: No shit. GARRATY: Thought there'd be more people, I guess. (McVRIES CHUCKLING) BARKOVITCH: Major, he doesn't allow spectators until the final stretch. Except for the fucking locals. OLSON: Hey. Smile, boys. You're on candid camera. McVRIES: Those aren't very candid. If I spit at it, will it go away? GARRATY: It's fucking creepy. (MILE 5) McVRIES: What is that? Is that a wheat field? GARRATY: Best in the world. BAKER: Are you from here? GARRATY: Yeah, I'm from downstate. McVRIES: Ooh, so you the one. GARRATY: What do you mean? BAKER: The one what? McVRIES: Mr. Garraty here is the walker from the home state. MAN ON SPEAKER: Warning. Warning, number 38. OLSON: Smart. McVries: What's smart? OLSON: Taking a warning while he's still fresh. He gets an idea of what our limit is. McVRIES: Yeah, it seems pretty fucking dumb to me. OLSON: Well, big boy's gonna have no problem walking an hour without getting another warning. Then he'll have this one taken off to have a clean slate. That's a good strategy. GARRATY: Hey, you think it's smart stuffing your face with all those jelly sandwiches this early? STEBBINS: Fuck off. GARRATY: All right. Olson. That's gross. McVRIES: What the fuck? OLSON: What? BAKER: What'd he do? Olson: Gum in... GARRATY: Put it in his pocket. OLSON: It's fucking gum. It's not fucking biodegradable. (McVRIES CHUCKLES) OLSON: Don't wanna litter all over the fucking place. Jesus Christ. GARRATY: All right, Hank, you do realize that this whole road is one big piece of litter, don't you? McVRIES: Yeah, he right. (HANK SCOFFS) (HUFFING) MAN ON SPEAKERS: Warning. Warning, number five. BARKOVITCH: I got a rock in my fucking shoe. McVRIES AND OLSON: Whoa! OLSON: What the fuck is he doing? Holy shit! McVRIES: What the fuck? MAN ON SPEAKER: Warning, number five. Second warning. OLSON: Fuck, he's still fucking down there! McVRIES: What's he doing, man? OLSON: Holy shit! McVRIES: Go on, get up! GARRATY: Get up, Barkovitch. OLSON: Jesus Christ! That dumbfuck's actually gonna get his fucking ticket. McVRIES: Hey, come on, get up, man. Stop playing. MAN ON SPEAKER: Warning, number five. Third warning. GARRATY: Get the fuck up, Barkovitch! McVRIES: Come on, man. OLSON: Dumbfuck. Idiot. Dumbass. PARKER: Better not trip, fucko. BARKOVITCH: (PANTING) Y'all don't even know. Just bought myself a rest. OLSON: All I see is that for your lousy 30-second rest, now you gotta walk three goddamn hours without getting a warning. The hell you need a rest for, anyway? We just fucking started. BARKOVITCH: We'll see who gets his ticket first, fuckwad. It's all part of my fucking plan. OLSON: Yeah, well... his plan and the stuff that comes out of my asshole, bear a suspicious resemblance. (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) BAKER: What you boys think about the wish, and the big prize? Personally, I can't stop thinkin' about all that money. GARRATY: Rich men don't enter the kingdom of heaven. OLSON: Oh, wow. All right, Hallelujah, Brother Garraty! There'll be refreshments after the meeting. BAKER: Are you a religious fella, Garraty? GARRATY: Uh, no, not particularly, but I'm no money freak either. BAKER: Okay. Look, I'm a religious fella. I ain't ashamed to admit it. I'm here for the money. Know it's easy to bad-mouth money when you ain't grown up dirt poor in Baton Rouge. Believe me. Growin' up dirt poor in Baton Rouge, it ain't no picnic. It's one big, sweaty hog-fest. GARRATY: Listen, I wouldn't mind havin' some money, but... there's more important things. This Walk doesn't matter, and the prize, it certainly doesn't matter. (McVRIES SCOFFS) McVRIES: What? That's some bullshit, Garraty. GARRATY: Okay. All right, well, look at it like this. When the system backs people into a corner, points to an escape hatch, and says, "That's the only way out." Of course, we're all gonna try to go through it. We've been set up to believe it's the only way, the honorable way. I mean, even though only 50 of us get picked in the lottery, all of the boys in this country put in for it. I'm not exaggerating. Everybody puts in for it, even though it's not required, 'cause we're all so fucking desperate. What does that tell you? McVRIES: What? GARRATY: Nobody signs up for this. Not really. STEBBINS: It's not smart to talk bad about the Long Walk. That's dissent, and it's punishable by... GARRATY: Arrest me. McVRIES: You gonna arrest him? (CHUCKLES) Didn't think so. No, no, no, you got a point, Garraty. They say we have a choice to sign up for the lottery, but do any of you know anyone ever who hasn't? Exactly. But I don't agree with you about money. Baker's right. It may not be the most important thing, but it's pretty fuckin' high up there. The right person could do a hell of a lot of good with the right amount of money. GARRATY: Yeah, but how many people do you know with a hella lotta money who are doin' a hella lotta good? In my opinion, it's a myth. McVRIES: Won't be a myth when I win. That's exactly what I want that money for. (GARRATY THROWS McVRIES HIS BASEBALL) (BOTH CHUCKLE) McVRIES: Smoke? GARRATY: No, I'm okay. McVRIES: Yeah, I don't smoke neither. Figured I'd learn. GARRATY: Hmm. OLSON: Hey. Hey, hint 10? "Save your wind. "If you smoke ordinarily, "try not to do so" on the Long Walk." McVRIES: (COUGHING) Who cares? Will you shut the fuck up, Olson? GARRATY: It is crap, though. It is crap. McVRIES: It is pretty shitty. Anyone else want this? I don't smoke. BAKER: Bring it here, man. GARRATY AND McVRIES: Ohhh! GARRATY: A religious fella smokes, does he? BAKER: Hey. Hey, ain't nothin' in the Bible about no tobacco, now. McVRIES: Really? GARRATY: Okay. (CHUCKLES) McVRIES: Let me give you a light. PARKER: Watch where the fuck you're going, you fucking dipshit. HARKNESS: What's his problem, right, boys? Hey, I'm Harkness. GARRATY: Hey, Harkness. HARKNESS: You're Ray Garraty, hometown boy. Number 47. GARRATY: Yeah. HARKNESS: McVries, strong, 23. I... I suppose you're wonderin' why I'm writin' down everybody's names and numbers. McVRIES: Mm-mmm. No, actually, I wasn't wonderin'. BAKER: Maybe 'cause you with the squads. HARKNESS: (CHUCKLING) Me? No, no, no. I'm writin' a book, you see? A book about the Long Walk. GARRATY: I see that. HARKNESS: Yeah. Book about the Long Walk from the insider's point of view? Make me rich. McVRIES: (CHUCKLES) Yo, if you win, you won't need a book to make you rich. HARKNESS: Yeah, I mean, I suppose not, but... (McVRIES CHUCKLES) HARKNESS: ...still make one heck of an interesting book, I think. (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) (CURLY GRUNTING) MAN ON SPEAKER: Warning. Warning, number seven. CURLY: I've got a fucking charley horse! (GROANING) WALKER: Shit. Come on, man. Come on. MAN: Warning, number seven... GARRATY: All right, Curly. Come on. MAN: Second warning. (CURLY GROANING) GARRATY: All right, just keep it slow. CURLY: Okay. Okay. GARRATY: Just fast enough, and steady, okay? (CURLY SOBBING) GARRATY: All right? Come on, put your weight on me. Put your weight on me. BAKER: You got this, boy. McVRIES: No fuckin' around, keep it movin'. CURLY: Okay. Okay. Okay. GARRATY: Okay? You're gonna keep walkin'. Listen to Pete, okay? Try to keep walking. You're with us. You're with us. McVRIES: Come on, keep walkin'. Keep walkin'. That's right. That's right. We out here in the sunshine just havin' fun. GARRATY: You’re gonna be all right, okay? CURLY: She's loosening now. GARRATY: Okay, good. Okay, good. CURLY: Yeah. Yeah. GARRATY: All right. See this? You gotta promise me that you're gonna keep walking. CURLY: Yeah, I promise. GARRATY: You promise? CURLY: I promise. I promise. Okay. Okay. GARRATY: All right. All right, you're okay, right? HARKNESS: Come on, kid. CURLY: All right, yeah. Yeah. GARRATY: You're all right? Come on. Come on, stick with me. Stick with me. HARKNESS: Yeah, that's it! GARRATY: Stick with me. HARKNESS: That's it, kid! GARRATY: Stick with me. BAKER: Come on, boy. GARRATY: We're right on pace. McVRIES: Come on. GARRATY: We're right on pace. Stick with me, okay? Just keep walking. McVRIES: Come on, Curly. That's right. GARRATY: Just keep walking, Curly. McVRIES: One, two, three, four. That's it, you got it. GARRATY: Just keep walking. McVRIES: Come on, youngin. GARRATY: Just keep walking. McVRIES: You got it. GARRATY: We just gotta stay at this pace. McVRIES: We good. Come on, now. GARRATY: We just gotta stay at this pace. BAKER: Come on, little boy, you got this, man. GARRATY: Come on, Curly. Come on, Curly. (CURLY SCREAMING) It's just you and me. Come on. Come on, Curly. McVRIES: Eyes up! Eyes up! GARRATY: Come on, Curly. McVRIES: Come on, youngin! GARRATY: Come on, Curly. BAKER: That's it, boy. BAKER: Come on. GARRATY: Come on, Curly, come on! BAKER: You got this! You got this! MAN: Warning, number seven. WALKER 1: Come on! Keep walking! Get up! MAN: Third warning. WALKER 1: Get up, kid! McVRIES: Get up, youngin! Get up! (CURLY SOBBING) CURLY: Oh, it ain't fair! (CRYING) It ain't fair! It ain't fucking fair! (CURLY GETS HIS TICKET) McVRIES: Fuck! MAN: Warning, number 47... McVRIES: Garraty! MAN: ...number six... McVRIES: Come on! MAN: ...number 23. McVRIES: Can't stop. Let's go, keep movin'. Keep movin'. (FOOTSTEPS THUDDING) MAJOR: One of our comrades has fallen. Let's remember him fondly and celebrate his bravery. There will be many more, but none quite as glory-filled as the very first, and the very last. Today, we walk for Curly. Let's hear it, boys! WALKERS: For Curly! MAJOR: Goddamn right! McVRIES: Hey, what is it? You and the Major. GARRATY: Canteen, 47 callin' for canteen. McVRIES: Hey, why'd you touch that carbine? GARRATY: Like knockin' on wood, I guess. McVRIES: You a dear boy, Ray. I gotta take a leak. Watch out, boys! Incoming! HARKNESS: Oh, what the hell? Oh, man. It got on my shoes! WALKER 1: Whoa, watch where you point that thing, man! OLSON: Jesus fucking Christ, McVries! McVRIES: Now, that is a relief. Hey. You gettin' tired? GARRATY: No. Been tired for quite a while now. What, you mean you're not? McVRIES: Listen, Ray. It's like the Major said... ain't no finish line. That's the biggest mind-fuck in this race. Would you agree? GARRATY: I wouldn't disagree. It's just, you know, I'm already feelin' it. I'm not sure how much longer I can... McVRIES: No, no, no, Ray, Ray. Come on, now. That's how everybody thinks. But you see, we, we gotta think different. We don't think about makin' it to the end, we think about moments. Just makin' it to the next moment. GARRATY: Yeah. What do we think about now? McVRIES: Well, that one's easy. We just gotta make it through this goddamn heat, boy. (ALL CHUCKLING) McVRIES: Oh, my God. GARRATY: It's a scorcher. BAKER: You got that right. (McVRIES CHUCKLES) McVRIES: Hey, Ray. What you said back there about the Long Walk, and how no one ever really volunteers... GARRATY: Yeah? McVRIES: Where'd it come from? GARRATY: M... my dad said it. McVRIES: Your dad's one smart motherfucker. GARRATY: Yeah, I think so, too. McVRIES: Hey, just go on dancing with me like this forever, compadre... and I'll never tire. Hey, we'll scrape our shoes on the stars, and hang upside down from the moon. GARRATY: You a poet, Pete? McVRIES: In days past, I would've liked to have been a... a songwriter. But it ain't those days, so I guess I'm stuck here riffing for you. GARRATY: Hope it's not too bad. McVRIES: (CHUCKLES) Ain't too bad. PEARSON: Hey, bud. You're, uh, Raymond Garraty, right? I'm Pearson. I think you got a secret admirer over there. GIRL: Ray, Ray, I love you! (Magic Marker sign: GO-GO-GARRATY #47 I LOVE YOU RAY! "OUR VERY OWN") McVRIES: Come on, man. She must be like 14. GIRL: I love you, Ray! BAKER: Maybe she just wants your autograph, that's all. OLSON: Hey, I thought spectators weren't fuckin' allowed, 'cause we're on television and shit. BAKER: Get out of here, man. McVRIES: Come on. Don't be a sourpuss, Olson. The boy's got a fan. Let him have his fun. GARRATY: Thanks, Pete. McVRIES: Hey, don't thank me too much. I like you, but if you fall over, I won't pick you up. BAKER: We're all in this together, right? No harm in keeping each other amused. (McVRIES CHUCKLES) McVRIES: Do you know what? I take it back. They say you shouldn't make friends on the Long Walk, but fuck it. I sorta like you three. Even you, Olson. OLSON: Fuck off! McVRIES: No, I'm serious. Hey, hey, hey, a short friendship is better than no friendship, right? BAKER: That's what I've been sayin', man. McVRIES: That's what I'm be sayin'. (CHUCKLING) McVRIES: Come on, man. Let's be Musketeers. OLSON: How the fuck are we gonna be Musketeers? There's four of us. McVRIES: Come on, now. We stick together till we're all that's left. How about that? All for one! GARRATY: And one for all. McVRIES: Nah. And again. I need to hear it louder. All for one! GARRATY, BAKER,OLSON: And one for all! McVRIES: Hell, yeah! PEARSON: Yeah, baby, you know... McVRIES: Yeah, not you, not you. You need... BARKOVITCH: You know y'all sound like a bunch of fucking queers, right? McVRIES: Oh, you trying to... You trying to suck this dick, Barkovitch? BARKOVITCH: Sounds like you wanna eat my fuckin' meat, you sick fuck. OLSON: Fuck! Ah! My legs feel funny. It's like the muscles are all turning baggy. McVRIES: Hey, relax. Happened to me a few miles back. It passes. MAN ON SPEAKERS: Warning. Number one. BAKER: Shit. Hey, man, that's Ewing. (EWING GAGGING) BARKOVITCH: Like, he's shaking and shit. MAN: Warning. Number one. Second warning. (BARKOVITCH CHUCKLING) BARKOVITCH: Must have some medical shit he didn't report. BAKER: Hey, back off, Barkovitch! McVRIES: Hey! Barkovitch, go peddle your papers, little man. Go. MAN: Warning. Third warning. Number one. GARRATY: Why won't they just fucking end it? (GUNSHOT, EWING GETS HIS TICKET) BARKOVITCH: Hey, y'all should be fuckin' smilin'. The odds just went up for us. Yeah? McVRIES: I keep hoping that part gets easier. GARRATY: That's what I'm afraid of. (SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING) (MILE 25) (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) (CAMERA WHIRRS, CLICKS) (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING) (MEOWS SOFTLY) (CAN CLANKING) GARRATY: Probably a nice place to live. McVRIES: God, spare me nice places to live. McVRIES: You know, if I ever get out of this, I'm gonna fornicate till my cock turns blue. GARRATY: Okay. McVRIES: I've never been so horny in my life as I am right this minute. Ain't that strange? GARRATY: It is fuckin' strange. McVRIES: Yeah. (GARRATY LAUGHING) McVRIES: Just a little bit, right? GARRATY: Uh-huh. McVRIES: Hey, I could even get horny for you, Ray... if you didn't smell like my mom's asshole. GARRATY: Hey, hey... You're gonna get me a fuckin'... McVRIES: Oh, my God... GARRATY: ...gonna get my ticket... my man. McVRIES: ...that smells so good. Yo, Long Dong Silver, that's me. I'll fuck my way across the seven seas. GARRATY: Hmm. OLSON: Nah. Sinbad. McVRIES: What? OLSON: You're thinking of Sinbad. You know, Sinbad the Sailor? That's the seven seas guy. McVRIES: Did you not hear that I don't give a fuck? I'm trying to fuck. OLSON: Long John Silver lives on fucking Treasure Island. McVRIES: (CHUCKLES) What the fuck? GARRATY: Just a fucking nerdy thing to say, you know? OLSON: What, I'm a nerd 'cause I read fuckin' books and shit? GARRATY: I guess so. McVRIES: Hey, hey... think that shit-ass has walked off his warnings yet? BAKER: I mean, he must've. Been what? Three hours, maybe. BARKOVITCH: Yes, I'm fucking clean on warnings, fuckfaces. BAKER: Okay. OLSON: Good ear. BAKER: Hey, what is that? McVRIES: This is raw ground venison. It's good energy. OLSON: Oh, God. BAKER: You off your trolley, Musketeer. Gonna puke all over the place. McVRIES: Hey, in France, they call it steak tartare. It's a delicacy. GARRATY: Uh-huh. Mmm. OLSON: Ooh, yeah, well, in France, they ain't so smart. GARRATY: Yeah, Renoir and Camus were idiots. OLSON: Look, I don't know about any of that fucking Camus shit, but I do know that they eat the fucking legs of frogs over there. That shit is fuckin' disgusting. McVRIES: That ain't disgusting. GARRATY: Tastes like chicken wings, apparently. OLSON: God. (GROANS SOFTLY) BAKER: You got that right. OLSON: Ow! Sh... GARRATY: Hey. Keep up, keep up, keep up. Keep walking. Come on. OLSON: Yeah, yeah, yeah. McVries: I'll keep you up. OLSON: I'm all right. It's the... fucking jelly-leg thing. GARRATY: Okay. OLSON: Kinda went away for a while, but it's coming back now. I just don't know what the hell I gotta adjust. BAKER: Maybe stop talking so much, buddy. GARRATY: What's your speed, Olson? BAKER: Relax, okay? OLSON: Sure. It's 3.4. GARRATY: Yeah, me, too.I'm assuming you guys? Let's shave .3 off. All right. OLSON: Oh, shit. Holy fuck. GARRATY: Yeah, yeah, yeah. OLSON: Yeah, yeah, that's good. I really feel the fuckin' difference. McVRIES: Hey, so do I. GARRATY: Yeah. BAKER: Me, too. GARRATY: I'm feeling better, too. Let's not stay here for too long, though. You know, in the meantime, Pete... wanna tell us about that scar? McVRIES: Baker's right. Maybe we just, um, we keep quiet. GARRATY: Okay. OLSON: Oh. Come on, don't be a fuckin' litterbug, Garraty. GARRATY: Go fuck yourself, Olson. OLSON: It's bad for the motherfuckin' ozone layer. Shit! Shit! GARRATY: Goddamn it. Hey, hey, hey. OLSON: Oh, God. GARRATY: It's all right. You're gonna get more rations. You're fine. OLSON: Yeah, but... that was it for me today, 'cause... well, I'm allergic to the SPAM. I gave all that shit away. Fuck. Fuckin' hungry. GARRATY: Here you go, Hank. I don't like it anyway. OLSON: Thanks, Ray. McVRIES: Musketeer. BARKOVITCH: Hey, man, I've been meanin' to ask you, "Rank," is it short for, like, "Ranklin"? Like, "Ranklin Delano Roosevelt" or something? RANK: It's "Rank." BARKOVITCH: Yeah, but what's it short for? I mean, like... RANK: Just "Rank." BARKOVITCH: You're saying your mama named you fucking "Rank"? RANK: Yeah. (BARKOVITCH CHUCKLES) BARKOVITCH: No fuckin' way. You're fuckin' with me. Your goddamn name is "Rank"? Oh, my fuckin' God, no way! Oh, your mom must've failed with the old coat hanger thing, and she must have just had to take it out on you in some other way. Ooh. Buddy! MAN: Warning. Number five. BARKOVITCH: Come on, fuckface. You want me to dance on your grave? MAN: Warning. Number 19. BARKOVITCH: I'll do it all day. Oh, shit. Okay. GARRATY: Break it up. McVRIES: Come on, Rank... don't let him fucking kill you. PARKER: Asshole, leave the kid alone before I pull your fuckin' nose off and make you fuckin' eat it. BARKOVITCH: Okay, meathead. Come on, sissy boy. Can't take a fucking joke? RANK: Fuck you! (BARKOVITCH CHUCKLES) BARKOVITCH: Okay. Okay. Well, Rank, one more thing... GARRATY: Let it go. McVRIES: Don't take the bait, Rank! BARKOVITCH: I think your mama was givin' out coupons for blowjobs on 42nd Street. I was thinkin' of taking her up on it. What do you think about that? MAN: Second warning. Number 19. (RANK TRIES TO PUNCH BARKOVITCH AND FALLS) McVRIES: Get up, Rank. GARRATY: Get up, Rank. WALKER: Get up, Rank. OLSON: Oh, God. Oh, God! BAKER: Get up. Get up. BARKOVITCH: Get up! McVRIES: Rank ain't up. Get up! BARKOVITCH: Get up! MAN: Warning. 19. BARKOVITCH: Rank, get up, get up. MAN: Third warning. GARRATY: Get up, Rank! BARKOVITCH: Get the fuck up! Hey! (RANK GETS HIS TICKET) GARRATY: Fuck! Barkovitch, you fuckin' asshole! (DOGS BARKING DISTANTLY) BAKER: Hey, Barkovitch. Hey, Barkovitch! You're not just a pest no more, now you a murderer! BARKOVITCH: You can't fucking say... MAN: Second warning. BARKOVITCH: that shit, man. No, no, no. MAN: Number five. BARKOVITCH: I didn't do that shit. I didn't fuckin' touch him. BAKER: You murdered that man! BARKOVITCH: He came after me, man. Shut the fuck up. Hey, look... BAKER: He murdered that man. BARKOVITCH: Collie, you saw that shit, right? We're the fuckin' same, man. I know, you like to talk, I like to talk. PARKER: I'm nothing like you... BARKOVITCH: We like to have a... PARKER: ...you motherfucker. Say it again, you'll be chewing concrete. Fucking killed that kid, for Christ sakes. BARKOVITCH: Fuck off! Okay? Fuck you. All of you. McVRIES: Why don't you go back and dance on him, huh? Boogie on his back a little. Entertain us. BARKOVITCH: I know you got that gash sucking cock yourself, Scarface. Don't fuck with me. (BARKOVITCH SPITS) McVRIES: I can't wait to see your brains all over the fuckin' concrete, Barkovitch. You know, I'll cheer when it happens. You fuckin' piece of shit. (BARKOVITCH GRUNTS) (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) BAKER: Hey, man. Look at that crow over there. OLSON: Fuck. Spooky bullshit. HARKNESS: Hey, hey, hey, have y'all had to poop yet? GARRATY: I'm rationing. Trying to avoid it. HARKNESS: That's smart. Listen... MAN: Warning, number 45. HARKNESS: ...there's something real bad happenin' up ahead. It... It's so gross. I don't even think I can write about it in the book. It might kill the commerciality of it. GARRATY: Commerciality? HARKNESS: Yeah, the overall sales potential, you know, the people... McVRIES: Yeah, we know what it is, man. Oh, okay. Well, listen, word's been coming down the line, this guy Ronald, 45, he's got the shits real bad. (RONALD GRUNTING) MAN ON SPEAKERS: Warning, number 45. Second warning. (RONALD GRUNTING) WALKER 1: Disgusting! WALKER 2: Come on, 45. WALKER 3: Let's go! Keep walking! WALKER 4: Come on, man. (RONALD GRUNTING) WALKER 5: Let's go, man. Get it out. Keep it coming. MAN: Warning, 45. Third warning. RONALD: Damn. PARKER: Hey, idiot! Pull up your fucking pants and walk. WALKER 5: Come on, man, get up. PARKER: It's better to be dirty than fucking dead. WALKER 6: Hurry up and fucking walk. Let's go. PARKER: Just let it roll down your fucking legs! (RONALD PANTING) PARKER: Come on, man. (RONALD GRUNTING) PARKER: Let's go. (RONALD GETS HIS TICKET) GARRATY: Oh, my God. (McVRIES CLEARS THROAT) MCVRIES: Damn. STEBBINS: You won't avoid it, boys... unless you wash out quick. The last 20 always have to shit. GARRATY: Shut the fuck up, Stebbins! What does it matter? STEBBINS: Let's just hope it happens quick. MAJOR: I'm proud of you, boys. You got sac. Swing it heavy as you cover these miles... heavy and long. Where else in the world would you have an opportunity like this. Nowhere is the answer! Win that prize. MAJOR: Your first night is almost upon you. For some of you, it will be the last. But remember... with determination, pride, and ambition, you will see the dawn. McVRIES: You okay, compadre? GARRATY: Yeah, I'm all right. I wanna tell you. It's just... gotta wait till morning, all right? It'll be our next, um... Moment. Exactly. McVRIES: Okay. Okay, sold. GINNIE: ♪ In Dublin's fair city ♪ ♪ Where the girls are so pretty ♪ ♪ I first set my eyes on ♪ ♪ Sweet Molly Malone ♪ MAN: Warning. Warning, 47. McVRIES: Oh! Wakey, wakey, my boy. That's you. Rise and shine. (CHUCKLING) GARRATY: What time is it? McVRIES: Uh, it's 3:45. GARRATY: But I... I've been... I... McVRIES: You've been dozing for hours, yep. That's your mind, usin' the old escape hatch. Don't you wish feet could? You know, I was sleeping, too. Ain't it strange we can do that? GARRATY: Doesn't make any fucking sense, does it? I mean, you know, I was even dreaming. McVRIES: Yeah? GARRATY: Yeah. McVRIES: Yeah, what about? GARRATY: Uh, I was dreaming about my mom. Yeah. (McVRIES CHUCKLES) GARRATY: And she used to sing me this lullaby that was so sweet, you know? McVRIES: Hmm. GARRATY: Yeah. McVRIES: That's good, Ray. GARRATY: Yeah. McVRIES: See, that's the stuff that will get us through. GARRATY: Yeah. McVRIES: Come on. GARRATY: Yeah, yeah, yeah. McVRIES: Tell me about your moms. What's her name? GARRATY: Uh, mom. McVRIES: Fuck off, man. You know what I'm talking about. GARRATY: Uh, um, Ginnie. McVRIES: Jenny? GARRATY: Ginn-ie. McVRIES: Jenny. GARRATY: Ginnie. Like "gin." Like, um, you know, what they make the martinis with? McVRIES: Oh. GARRATY: Yeah. PEARSON: I bet she a real looker, too. GARRATY: I'mma punch you in your face. McVRIES: Get the fuck outta here, Pearson. PEARSON: How'd that lullaby go? McVRIES: Break off, man, go chew on your foot. OLSON: Fuck yeah, she's a looker. GARRATY: Oh, my God. OLSON: I saw her at the fucking startin' area. GARRATY: It's so fucking annoying. McVRIES: Everyone woke up fucking funny, right? GARRATY: I swear to God. Yeah, literally. McVRIES: You're funny, Olson. You're funny, Olson. OLSON: She's a beautiful lady. I don't know what you gettin' all PO'd for. GARRATY: I hope you get one, two, three warnings. Holy shit. HARKNESS: Olson, stop talking about people's mamas. (CHUCKLING) GARRATY: Thank you, Harkness. (McVRIES LAUGHING) MAN: Warning, 46. First warning. (GARRATY SIGHS) (SIGHING) GARRATY: You know, um... she doesn't sing the lullaby anymore, though. MAN: Warning, number 11. GARRATY: You know? Pete, I miss her. I gotta tell you, I didn't realize how much I could fucking miss her. (SIGHS) McVRIES: You know you have to win to see her, Ray. GARRATY: I think that I'll see her in Freeport 'cause we live there. MAN: 25, second warning. GARRATY: You know? But, um... I just gotta make it till there, I guess. McVRIES: Yeah. GARRATY: Yeah. McVRIES: You got a girl, Ray? GARRATY: Um, yeah, yeah. Um... Yeah, I did, uh... You know, I... I had to end it because of this. So, that was that. MAN: Number 33. McVRIES: That's too bad, but smart. MAN: Second warning. GARRATY: Yeah, I think so, too. McVRIES: Yeah. GARRATY: Yeah. What about you, Pete? You got a lady? McVRIES: No, Ray. No, I don't. MAN: Warning, 47. Second warning. GARRATY: Fuck me. Fuck. BARKOVITCH: Uh-oh. You dreaming about your boyfriend's dick in your mouth? Huh? GARRATY: You see something green, Barkovitch? MAN: Number 12. BARKOVITCH: Just your scaredy little fuckin' ass. That's all. MAN: First warning. (McVRIES CLEARS THROAT) BARKOVITCH: Fuckin' hate that fucking guy. McVRIES: Yeah, me too. Just keep walking. (GARRATY TRIPS AND ALMOST FALLS) GARRATY: Oh, fuck. (BARKOVITCH LAUGHS) MAN: Warning, 47. Third and final warning. McVRIES: Come on, Ray, listen. Just three hours. GARRATY: Fuck. McVRIES: Just three hours, and your slate is wiped clean. Come on, just keep... MAN: Warning, 18. GARRATY: Look, shut up, Pete. Shut up! Shut up! MAN: Second warning. GARRATY: Come on, stop acting like you don't want me to get my ticket. I know you're just like the rest of them, man. Stop pretending like you don't wanna see me with a fucking bullet in the back of my head! MAN: Second warning. McVRIES: I was just trying to help. MAN: Eighteen, third warning. Final warning. BARKOVITCH: Come on, step into it, brothers! Hey, who wants to race me to the fucking top? PARKER: Shut the fuck up, you fucking freak! GARRATY: Fuck me! Fuck! BARKOVITCH: Make me! STEBBINS: Lotta you are gonna die on this hill. Maybe more than half. Happened once six years ago. (GUNSHOT) STEBBINS: Twenty-eight in total. WAKER: Shit. Shit. GARRATY: Come on. BARKOVITCH: Whoo! There we go. MAN: Number eight. Number 43. BARKOVITCH: Come on, four-eyes. You're dying tonight. (GUNSHOTS) BARKOVITCH: You're dying tonight! WALKER: Come on! MAN: Final warning. Number 41. (GARRATY PANTING) MAN: Number 30. BARKOVITCH: Come on, Olson! (GUNSHOTS) MAN: Final warning. BARKOVITCH: You ain't gonna fuckin' make it, Garraty. HARKNESS: Please wait! I'm okay! I'm okay! (BONES CRACK) HARKNESS: Argh! BARKOVITCH: You're gonna fucking die tonight, Garraty. I can fucking feel it. You're gonna fucking die tonight, man. MAN: Final warning. BARKOVITCH: Take your time, baby. Take your time! GARRATY: Fuck! (PANTING) BARKOVITCH: Don't look behind, Garraty! Got a gun to your fucking head, fucker! I can feel it! You're gonna fucking give in, aren't you? Gun to your fucking head, Garraty! Gonna be the last thing you fuckin' hear, man! McVRIES: How you holdin' up? GARRATY: Not good. I feel faint. McVRIES: Compadre, you can do this. Pour your canteen over your head. WALKER 1: No, please. (WALKER 2 SHOUTING) McVRIES: There you go. There you go. Now keep putting one foot in front of the other. That's it. GARRATY: Okay. McVRIES: Now, refill. GARRATY: Canteen, 47, canteen. (GUNSHOTS) GARRATY: You get paid to shoot me, not look at me, motherfucker! McVRIES: Ray. Top of the hill. We made it. No, no, no! Don't slow down. Do not slow down. Keep moving. You'll catch your breath. GARRATY: Pete, I didn't mean what I said back there, okay? McVRIES: Forget it, man. GARRATY: No, I owe you an apology. McVRIES: Forget it. GARRATY: Pete, I owe you... I can't... (HYPERVENTILATING) McVRIES: It's all right. GARRATY: Okay. Okay. McVRIES: It's all right. GARRATY: Okay. Hey, you know I didn't mean it, right? McVRIES: It's all good. It's all good. Let it out. GARRATY: Okay. McVRIES: Don't be fucking dumb. GARRATY: Okay. McVRIES: Keep the pace. GARRATY: Okay. What about the rest of them? McVRIES: The Musketeers? Musketeers are all good. GARRATY: Okay. McVRIES: Keep moving. Keep moving. You got it. (SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING) (FIRE CRACKLING) McVRIES: All he needs is a pitchfork. (HARKNESS SNIFFLES) GARRATY: Talk to me, Pete. I'm fading. McVRIES: You think you'll win, Ray? GARRATY: Uh, I, uh... I need to. McVRIES: We all do. GARRATY: Yeah... Yeah, to survive. I get it, but... I need to for other reasons. McVRIES: Okay. But you think you will? GARRATY: No, Pete. No, I don't. How about you? McVRIES: I stopped thinking I had any real chance around 11 last night. You know, I had an idea that when the first guy fell off, the soldiers were pointing their guns, and when they pulled the triggers, little pieces of paper with the word "bang" will pop out. The Major would go "April Fools," and we'll all go home. Do you know what I'm saying? (McVRIES CHUCKLES) GARRATY: Yeah, Pete, I do. (McVRIES CHUCKLES) McVRIES: Yeah. Yeah, it took me a while to realize the real gut truth of this. This is walk or die... simple as that. Not survival of the physically fittest. If it was, I'd have a good chance, but... There are mothers who'd lift a fucking car if their kid was pinned underneath. The brain, Garraty. Not man or God, it's something in the fucking brain. I don't have that. I don't want to beat people that badly. And I think, when the time comes, when I'm tired enough, I think I'll just sit down. GARRATY: I hope that's not true, Pete. McVRIES: I'll outlast Barkovitch, though. (GARRATY CHUCKLES) McVRIES: Ah! That I can do at least. GARRATY: We can both do that. (BOTH CHUCKLING) GARRATY: How many people are left? McVRIES: Word came up, we lost 14 last night. Which means 18 left, I think. It's thinnin' out, Ray. More than 5% chance now. (EMOTIONAL MUSIC PLAYING) McVRIES: Did you walk off your warnings? GARRATY: Yes, I did. McVRIES: Ray, you know it's true morning now. You gonna tell me? PARKER: What a dipshit state this is. Fucking trees and one-horse towns everyplace. Is there a city in this whole fucking place? GARRATY: You know, it's funny, Collie, we like to breathe fresh air instead of smog. PARKER: (SCOFFS) Ain't no smog in Sioux Falls, you fucking hick. GARRATY: Ah! Right. No smog, just a lot of, what is it, hot air? McVRIES: Now, now, boys. McVRIES: Come on. Let's settle this like gentlemen. First one to get his head blown off has to buy the other one a beer, huh? How about that? GARRATY: I... I don't like beer. PARKER: Fuckin' bumpkin. McVRIES: He's buggy. You know, you seem buggy too, Ray. GARRATY: Hmm. McVRIES: Fuck me. Is everyone buggy this morning? I bet Olson's got bugs too. Hey, Olson. Hey, Hank! BAKER: Hey, come on, come on, McVries. Leave him alone, man. He ain't had a good night. He ain't doing so well, either. McVRIES: Hey, how'd you sleep today? Huh? 'Cause I slept just fucking great. Hey, Olson. You wanna go for a walk? OLSON: Go to hell. McVRIES: Come on. What? What'd you say? OLSON: Go to hell. I said fucking... Go to hell! McVRIES: Just trying to keep it interesting. GARRATY: Hmm. MAN ON SPEAKER: Warning. Warning, 49. (CRACKING, SQUELCHING) (HARKNESS GASPS) HARKNESS: (CRYING) My ankle. My ankle is all twisted up. MAN: Warning. Second warning, 49. GARRATY: Come on, Harkness! Just keep it moving one foot in front of the other. You got this. BAKER: Hey, get out of here! Yeah, you! Get out of here! You don't wanna see this! Scat! (HARKNESS GRUNTS) MAN: Warning. Third warning, 49. Final warning. BAKER: Get out of here, man! (HARKNESS SOBBING) HARKNESS: I... I'm gonna go... go... (HARKNESS GETS HIS TICKET) GARRATY: It's so fucked. This thing is so fucked! It's all so fucked! STEBBINS: You're too emotional, Garraty. That'll get you in the end. McVRIES: You know, you hardly talk, but when you do, it's just fucking garbage! I think a fucking cold motherfucker like that would just probably win the whole thing. Harkness, man. Poor ol' Harkness. BARKOVITCH: Why don't you write him a fucking poem, then? Actually, you know what? You should write him a song, songwriter. McVRIES: Why don't you kiss my ass, killer? BARKOVITCH: Hey, don't fucking say that shit, man. You're fucking wrong to say that, man. I'm not fucking wrong. You're fucking wrong, man. McVRIES: Oh, yeah? What you gonna do? BARKOVITCH: I got plans for you, motherfucker. Okay? McVRIES: Ray... you good? GARRATY: I mean, I'm... I'm better than fucking Harkness, I guess. McVRIES: That's good, Ray. Remember, we can't have it both ways. Hey, Hank. I'm sorry for busting your balls, man. I really am. MAJOR: Give yourselves due kudos, boys. Let's hear it. You made it 100 miles. That's a goddamn accomplishment! Keep on. The prize awaits. (HORSE WHINNIES IN DISTANCE) BAKER: I mean, how the heck he always look so fresh? He even human? STEBBINS: It's not a trick. The Major sleeps at night, after supper. He even showers. BAKER: That ain't fair. STEBBINS: It's not about fair. PARKER: How are ya, fucking fuckhead? You goddamn bag. (STEBBINS SNEEZES, GRUNTS, COUGHS) GARRATY: You gettin' sick, Stebbins? STEBBINS: Oh, wouldn't you like that, Garraty? Just allergies. I get 'em every spring. BARKOVITCH: Oh, shit! He's running for it! MAN: Warning, 31. BARKOVITCH: Oh, boy! Come on, now! (GUNSHOTS, PERCY GETS HIS TICKET) (BARKOVITCH WHOOPS) BARKOVITCH: Fuck, man, that just woke me up! (MILE 103) BAKER: Ooh! Boy, I'd kill for a foot massage right now. If I win this, if I win, I swear to God, I might be tempted to use my wish for a foot massage right there on the road. GARRATY: You serious, Baker? BAKER: No, man. Of course not. I'm asking to have one of them, uh... What you call 'em? One of them space rockets. GARRATY: Huh. BAKER: Yeah, those space rockets take me to the moon. GARRATY: Yeah. BAKER: Yeah, I always wanted to go to the moon. Anywhere's better than here. GARRATY: Hey, you know, that's not a bad wish, Baker. Remember that one kid that, uh, well, he wished for, uh... I think it was a pet elephant? BAKER: Yeah. Yeah, and they gave it to him. GARRATY: Uh-huh. BAKER: They brought it out with a saddle and everything, and he just rode it home. GARRATY: Yeah. BAKER: They really will give you anything you want. That's why I'm asking to go to the moon. OLSON: I gonna wish for 10 naked ladies. McVRIES: Oh, shit. There he is. I thought we lost you. OLSON: Well, I'm fine. McVRIES: The fuck you gonna do with 10 naked ladies? OLSON: Uh, you said you were gonna be nice, McVries. GARRATY: That's a stupid fucking wish, Olson. OLSON: How is that a stupid fucking wish? You fruity or something? GARRATY: No, that's not the point, Olson. All I'm saying is that when you win, you get like a gazillion dollars. You can pay for 10 naked ladies to come over to your house whenever you'd like. It's just, you know, (EXHALES) when you win, you should wish for something that you can't pay for. OLSON: No. I don't wanna have to fucking pay for my naked ladies. That's gross. McVRIES: Hey, you do realize if you get your wish, someone's gonna have to pay the 10 ladies to get naked for you, right? GARRATY: Mm-hmm. OLSON: Okay, I never thought about that. Wow. McVRIES: No, you didn't. (GARRATY CHUCKLES) OLSON: Shit. (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) BAKER: What would you wish for, McVries? McVRIES: I had a wish for a long time, for years, actually, but... I've changed my wish in the last couple days. From now on, I'm gonna wish that Long Walk has two winners. 'Cause then... then in years to come, people can have hope that maybe their friends just might make it. OLSON: Ah, they'll never allow that shit. McVRIES: Well, hell if I don't try. GARRATY: That's beautiful, Pete. McVRIUS: Oh, fuck off, man. GARRATY: No, I'm not fucking with you. I'm dead serious. That's really fucking goddamn beautiful. OLSON: I still think 10 naked ladies is a fucking no-brainer. GARRATY: Oh, Jesus. OLSON: How about you, Garraty? GARRATY: Uh, no, I'm not saying. It's like a birthday wish, you know? BAKER: Oh, come on, man. GARRATY: I'm not trying to jinx it. BAKER: Come on. Come on, Garraty. Come on. The chances it's gonna be you, or any one of us for that matter, is slim to none. What's the harm? GARRATY: Chances are getting better and better. And, you know, I'm feeling pretty good today, so... (GARRATY SKIPS) McVRIES: Ooh! (GARRATY CHUCKLES) McVRIES: Look at you. GARRATY: There you go. But, uh, I don't know. How many of us are left? Well, one, two, three, four, five, six. There's around 15, probably. I don't know. Those are no longer bad odds. (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTERING) OLSON: This ain't enjoyable at all anymore. There's no fucking flavor. GARRATY: Talking about the piece of gum? McVRIES: Oh, God. Spit it out, man. GARRATY: That's so gross. OLSON: Oh, what can I say? I'm a superstitious motherfucker. I got this feeling in the depth of my gut. As long as this gum lasts, so do I. When she goes, I go. We gotta make it through this thing together, me and the gum. GARRATY: That's as beautiful as it is disgusting, Olson. BAKER: No, no, no. Don't change the subject now, Garraty. GARRATY: No, I'm not. BAKER: You ain't here for the money, right? Give us a nibble. What you here for? GARRATY: Listen, I'll tell you this. I want my wish to change things. You know? Maybe stop this whole thing altogether. OLSON: "You can't wish for things "that cause changes in a state's" policies and procedures." GARRATY: (SIGHS) Oh, my God, Olson. No, that's not what... OLSON: That's rule number... GARRATY: ...I'm talking about, my man. I'm just saying, I'm not wishing for something to change. My wish, if I get it, might enact change. You know, indirectly. BARKOVITCH: Fuck are you hiding, Garraty? Ain't these supposed to be your best fucking friends? McVRIES: Hey, shut the fuck up, killer, huh? Go find your own circle, man. BAKER: Hey, gotta be careful saying that kinda stuff out loud, man. The Major have you shot for talking about ideas like that. GARRATY: No, I know. Just, um... I don't know. I figure, within the next two days, I'm either gonna be dead or the winner. Might as well speak while I can. McVRIES: Hey, he's right. You know, you right, Garraty. Fuck the Long Walk. GARRATY: There you go, Pete. McVRIES: Hey, fuck the Major! GARRATY: There you go. McVRIES AND PARKER: Fuck the Long Walk! McVRIES: Hell, yeah, Collie! PARKER: Fuck the Major! McVRIES: Come on, Baker, what you got? PARKER: Fuck the Long Walk! McVRIES: What you got, boy? BAKER: Screw the Walk, man. McVRIES: Fuck the Walk. BAKER: Screw the Walk. GARRATY: Yeah, screw the Walk. OLSON: Guys, guys, come on! BAKER: There you go, baby! McVRIES: Oh, come on. Olson, don't be a fucking pussy now. STEBBINS: The Major isn't a smart target. PARKER: Fuck the Major! Fuck the Long Walk! McVRIES: Oh, shit, Stebbins. Well, he gon' have to fuckin' shoot me. Is that what he gonna do? Fuck the Long Walk! GARRATY: Yeah. Fuck the Walk. McVRIES: Fuck the Major and fuck those fucking soldiers! GARRATY: There you go. McVRIES: Fuck you, man! OLSON: Yeah! Fuck the Long Walk! McVRIES: Fuck the Long Walk! Yes. OLSON: Fuck the Long Walk! McVRIES: Fuck the Walk! OLSON: Yeah! Fuck the Long Walk! (MY EYES ARE GETTING HEAVY BY PARISH HALL PLAYING ON RADIO) OLSON: Fuck the Long Walk! McVRIES: Fuck the Walk! OLSON: Fuck the Walk! McVRIES: Fuck the Walk! WALKER: Fuck yeah! Yeah! GARRATY: Fuck the Major! McVRIES: Fuck the Long Walk! GARRATY: There he is! McVRIES: Fuck the Long Walk! GARRATY: Yeah, fuck the Long Walk! OLSON: Major, look! Fuck you! (SCENE SHIFTS TO NIGHT AND IT IS RAINING) (THUNDER RUMBLING) (RAIN PATTERING) (MUSIC STOPS) (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) GARRATY: (IN GROGGY VOICE) Oh, Pete. (CLEARS THROAT) ... (IN NORMAL VOICE) You...you wanna get some sleep? You want me to... McVRIES: Nah. That's all you. (GARRATY CHUCKLES) GARRATY: Thanks, Pete. (GARRATY COUGHS) (SCENE SHIFTS TO NEXT MORNING, RAIN HAS STOPPED) (MILE 144 DAY 3) GARRATY: All right, stay right there, Pete. Ah, fuck me. All right, don't drop it, all right? McVRIES: We playing ball? GARRATY: Ready? McVRIES: Hit me. GARRATY: All right. There you go. MAN: Warning, number six. GARRATY: Nice. There you go. McVRIES: Whoa. Whoa, Art. Whoa! McVRIES: Easy, Art. Damn. GARRATY: Jesus. McVRIES: Don't take long now. GARRATY: Come on. McVRIES: You gotta go. Is he good? MAN: Second warning,... GARRATY: No, he's not up yet. MAN: ...number six. GARRATY: Get up, Art. McVRIES: (CHUCKLES) Fucking nasty. GARRATY: Pinch it off, my man. BAKER: Ain't so easy with a... gun on my... GARRATY: What, you need a gun to your head to get up from a shit? Jesus. McVRIES: Goddamn! BAKER: Fastest crap I ever took. McVRIES: You should have brought an issue of The New Yorker with you. BAKER: Never could go long without a crap. (PANTS) See, most guys, they, they ... they crap once a week. Me? I'm a once-a-day type of guy, you know? If I don't crap once a day, I... I take a laxative. OLSON: There are three great truths in the world. A good meal, a good screw, and a good shit. And that's all. GARRATY: Olson's a smart man. You keep saying "crap," though. What's up with that? BAKER: It's always sounded a little less vulgar to me than the... than the S-word. McVRIES: Well, I ain't never heard of the Bible forbidding the word "shit." How about you, Ray? GARRATY: Not me. BAKER: Yeah, well, it's not... it's not that it's a rule or anything. It's just, you know... the idea is the Bible... (McVRIES COUGHS) BAKER: ...the Bible says... McVRIES: Can you... Can you... Sorry, can you break off? You stink. (CHUCKLES) Listen, it's not your fault. You didn't have time to wipe. But we shouldn't all be fucking paying for it. You know what I mean? GARRATY: Sorry, Art. McVRIES: I love you. I love you. GARRATY: Yeah, we love you, Art. McVRIES: Thank you. GARRATY: Just keep it... you know, just, like... Just run, like, two miles up the road. Okay? Ugh. McVRIES: Well, Ray, we're alone. How 'bout it? GARRATY: It's just gotta stay between us, Pete. McVRIES: You have my word, compadre, and that means something. GARRATY: (SIGHS) Um... My dad, uh, you know... My dad was my hero. And, um... you know, he always wanted to show me things that honestly could have gotten him jailed. You know, he wanted to show me books by, you know, Nietzsche and Kierkegaard, Mark Twain and Camus, and show me music, real fucking uninhibited music. McVRIES: Yeah. GARRATY: And just... you know, that was the kinda guy he was. He was uninhibited, and just, uh... you know, I don't know. I wanted to know the old way, so he showed it to me. McVRIES: And all that shit's illegal now. GARRATY: Yeah, I think he thought he had a system. He thought he was being careful, but... GINNIE: ♪ Dublin's fair city ♪ ♪ Where the girls are so pretty ♪ ♪ I first set my eyes on sweet ♪ ♪ Molly Malone As she... ♪ GARRATY: Dad, do you mind grabbing the baseball? It's right next to the sewing machine. It's right... Thank you. Thanks. (GINNIE SINGING INDISTINCTLY) GINNIE: Mmm. (DOOR SLAMS OPEN) GARRATY: Dad? Dad? GINNIE: William, what did you do? What did you do? GARRATY: Dad? GINNIE: What's happening? William? (YELLS) William, what's happening? He says things he doesn't mean! He says things he doesn't mean! MAJOR: Mr. William Garraty, you've been accused and convicted, for high crimes of possession and teaching, of banned materials and ideas. Do you pledge allegiance to the state, the system, and the squads... GINNIE: Please. MAJOR: ...here and now on the street before your family, or immediate deactivation? There's still time to be an example for your son. Still time for you to make the honorable choice. It's your decision. (BREATHING HEAVILY) WILLIAM: No, sir. GINNIE: Oh, my God. WILLIAM: I will pledge no such allegiance. GINNIE: Oh, my God. Oh, my God! MAJOR: Luck to you, Mr. Garraty. GINNIE: No! MAJOR: May God show mercy. GINNIE: No! WILLIAM: Never forget who you are, Ray. (WILLIAM IS SHOT) (BIRD SQUAWKING) McVRIES: God. I'm so sorry. GARRATY: It's all right. I'm all right. McVRIES: No, Ray, it's not all right. GARRATY: Yeah, you're right, it's not. And that's why I'm gonna kill him. McVRIES: (SCOFFS) No. GARRATY: Yep. McVRIES: How? Ray, you can't wish him dead. GARRATY: I have a wish. A wish that will give me the ability to do it once I'm the winner. Once I'm close enough to him. McVRIES: What? GARRATY: (WHISPERING) I'm gonna wish for the carbine. McVRIES: The gun? And they'd have to give it to you. GARRATY: Yeah, and that's how I'd do it. Right fucking there. McVRIES: But you gotta win first. GARRATY: Yeah, but, Pete, I'll tell you this, nobody wants it more than me. Nobody here wants it more than I do. McVRIES: Yeah, I'm not arguing with that, compadre, but... GARRATY: Listen, my dad was the last true good person on this planet. I swear to fucking God. And he was willing to risk everything in order to show me the old ways. This is my chance to do my part, change things the way he wanted to. McVRIES: Yeah, but, Ray... GARRATY: Pete, my chance... to cut off the fuckin' head of the dragon. McVRIES: Ray... he chose to leave you. How's that good? Garraty, do you have any idea how hard it is to fucking kill a man? I've killed a deer, and that's hard enough. Like, killing a man is only easy for a certain kind of person. GARRATY: I'll become that kinda person. McVRIES: That'd be fucking sad. Those kinda people can't see the beauty in this world. GARRATY: What fucking beauty? McVRIES: The sky, the trees, the birds. Fuck, man, everything. Do you know what else is beautiful? Us. 'Cause we're real friends, aren't we? GARRATY: Pete, what does it matter? McVRIES: Whether we have three hours, three days, or three decades, this moment, this fucking moment, it matters, man. Say it. GARRATY: This matters. This moment matters. McVRIES: Yeah. Goddamn right, Musketeer. GARRATY: But it doesn't really matter, does it, Pete? Because when this moment's over, I'm still gonna fucking kill him. McVRIES: Fair enough. But realize, even if you pull it off, they'll fucking kill you. GARRATY: You don't know that shit. I'll be the winner. That's uncharted territory. McVRIES: What about your mom? GARRATY: Don't fucking bring up my mom, Pete. McVRIES: What about your mom? Does she know? GARRATY: No, she doesn't. This thing's bigger than me and my mom. (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) GARRATY: Pete, look at that bunch of fucking pigs. They wanna see our fucking brains on the concrete, man. They'd just as soon see yours. McVRIES: All how you fucking see it. Look harder. You see that? That's a family, and they love each other. We can't get mad at them for being conditioned to think that this is okay when... when we're the fuckin' same. You know what, Ray? Your wish means nothing if you don't believe in that family over there. If you don't believe they're worth being saved, you may as well sit down right now, and let them riddle you with bullets, because... vengeance, Ray... vengeance is not enough. See that? (McVRIES GESTURES TO RAINBOW) That's something to be grateful for. You ever had a brother, Ray? GARRATY: No. McVRIES: Neither have I. McVRIES: You wanna walk with me a while? GARRATY: Yeah. Yeah, I do, Pete. (CHUCKLES) (McVRIES PLAYFULLY BODY CHECKS GARRATY) MAN: Warning, number 47. GARRATY: Hey. You got me. (MILE 170) MAN: Warning. First warning, four. (STEBBINS COUGHING) SMITH: (GRUNTS) Help me. Please, my feet. Help me. My feet. Please, help. Please. MAN: Warning, four. SOLDIER: Hey! MAN: Second warning. (SMITH YELLING) (SCREAMING) (CONTINUES SCREAMING) MAN: Warning, four. Third and final warning. (McVRIES GRUNTING) (SMITH SCREAMING) (GUNSHOT) (TRESSLER GRUNTS) McVRIES: The fuck? Who the fuck is that? GARRATY: It's Tressler. (SOFTLY) He's the kid with the radio. MAN: Warning. Third warning, 24. (PANTING) (GUNSHOTS) WALKER: Fuck, man. BAKER: Lord, I wanna go home. Jesus, I wanna go home. I wanna go home. WALKER: Fuck. BAKER: I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home. (OLSON STARES AT HIS GUM) (SIGN READS: NEXT TIME TAKE THE TRAIN, COMFORT, RELAX) (SCENE CUTS TO NIGHT) (MILE 201) (OLSON STUMBLING) (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) STEBBINS: (WHISPERS) Garraty. (NORMAL VOICE) You tired, Garraty? GARRATY: Am I tired? (CHUCKLES) Ye... Yeah, I'm a little tired. STEBBINS: Exhausted? GARRATY: I'm getting there. STEBBINS: No. You're not exhausted. Not yet. (COUGHS) GARRATY: I don't know why I bother talkin' to you, man. It's like talking to fucking smoke. STEBBINS: Olson's exhausted. He's almost through now. McVRIES: You got balls talkin' about Olson, looking the way you look. STEBBINS: He shit himself. You smell that? Even I can. GARRATY: The fuck are you driving at, man? STEBBINS: Why don't you ask your hick friend, Art Baker? The mule doesn't like to plow, but it sure does like the tasty carrots. STEBBINS: Watch Olson. He doesn't quite know it yet, but he's lost his appetite for the carrot. GARRATY: Olson? Hank? Olson? Olson, talk to me, man. What's goin' on? Hey, hey. Talk to me, Hank. Stebbins is talking about carrots and donkeys. (CHUCKLES) I don't know what's happening, but... You okay? You all right? Talk to me. OLSON: (VOICE BREAKS) God's garden. (PANTING) It's full of weeds. (OLSON WALKS BACK TO SOLDIER) GARRATY: Hank. Hank! MAN: Warning, 46. McVRIES: Hey. GARRATY: Hey, keep walking, Hank! BAKER: Hey, Hank! GARRATY: Olson, come on. Just keep walking. BAKER: Keep walking, man, come on! PARKER: Olson, get that fucker! BAKER: Please! (OLSON TOUCHES SOLDIER CARBINE AND IS GUT SHOT) (HANK YELLS) GARRATY: Come on. No! BAKER: No, no, no, no, no! MAN: Second warning, 46. OLSON: Art! (OLSON GUT SHOT AGAIN) BAKER: Hank! Hank! MAN: Warning, number six. McVRIES: Motherfuckers! GARRATY: Art! Get back here, Art! McVRIES: Art, get fucking back here now! GARRATY: Art, he's dead! PARKER: Why the hell don't they just finish him? STEBBINS: They gut-shot him. McVRIES: Art, get back here! STEBBINS: They're gonna let him bleed out. It's deliberate, to discourage any of us from doing the old Charge-of-the-Light-Brigade number. BAKER: Hank. Hank. Hank, buddy. Buddy, buddy. No, no, no, no, no. MAN: Second warning, six. BAKER: Why... Hey, come on. Why'd you do this? (GARRATY RUNS BACK TO SAVE BAKER) MAN: Warning, 47. McVRIES: Ray! Ray! OLSON: Art... BAKER: Why'd you do this? OLSON: I did it wrong. GARRATY: Art, get the fuck up! OLSON: I did it all wrong. BAKER: Why? OLSON: I did it all wrong. BAKER: No, I'm here. I'm here, buddy. GARRATY: He's dead. GARRATY: Art, I need you... I need you to get the fuck up right now! BAKER: Shoot me! Hank, no, you can't! GARRATY: Come on. He's dead. He's dead! BAKER: No, no! GARRATY: I'm sorry, Olson. OLSON: I did it wrong!! GARRATY: What? BAKER: I'm sorry! GARRATY: He was dead! He's dead! OLSON: I did it wrong! GARRATY: What? I'm gonna lose you too? OLSON: I did it all wrong! BAKER: Garraty, I couldn't save him, man. GARRATY: I know, I know, I know. BAKER:I couldn't save him, Garraty! GARRATY: I know. OLSON: Art! I did it wrong! GARRATY: I know, I know. BAKER: I’m sorry. Couldn't save... GARRATY: I know. BAKER: Couldn't save him! GARRATY: Stop. Stop, it's okay. You did a good thing. BAKER: No, man. GARRATY: You did a good thing. BAKER: He called my name. GARRATY: I know. Stop. BAKER: He needed me. GARRATY: I know, I know. (MILE 209 DAY 4 MORNING) (BIRDS SQUAWKING) (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) PARKER: I wish he would've shot one of those fuckers. Still can't get over the pure fucking idiocy of Olson. McVRIES: Why don't you keep his name out your fucking mouth? He didn't go out quietly, and I respect the hell out of him for that. PARKER: I respect it, as well. McVRIES: So, what of it? PARKER: He was married. GARRATY: Oh, that's...that's a load of bullshit. PARKER: It's the truth. Told a few of us at the drop off. Got a lot of ball-busting for it. He's the only one. The only one with a fucking wife. Get this. Her name's Clementine. Like the song. McVRIES: Okay, fellas, let's make a promise right now, whoever wins has to do something for his wife. How about that? GARRATY: That's exactly fucking right, Pete. PARKER: Do what? I'm not the fuckwad who decided to widow a, you know... GARRATY: Listen, just money or something, just to make sure she's okay, all right? PARKER: Sounds like some bleeding-heart bullshit to me. McVRIES:Fucking, come on, Parker. Come on. I know you got a heart in there somewhere. PARKER: Fucking say I never did anything for you, McVries. McVRIES: My man. And what about you, Baker? MAN: Warning, number 23. McVRIES: Yeah? BAKER: Yeah. McVRIES: Come on. Yeah. What about you, Stebbins? STEBBINS: Why not? Go team. McVRIES: You feeling okay? (STEBBINS COUGHS) STEBBINS: No, I'm not feeling okay. It's a hell of a thing. I haven't been sick in 10 years, and my body decides to do it during this exact stretch of days. Like some cruel fucking joke. McVRIES: It's called irony. STEBBINS: (COUGHS) Yeah, I know what irony is. Won't stop me, though. Still fucking winning this shit. BARKOVITCH: Fuck! Mmm. (BREATHING HEAVILY) Hey, um. Why didn't your buddy ask me if I wanted to help Hank's girl out, you know? I mean, um, you know, I wanted to be asked. You didn't hear me say I didn't wanna be asked, did you? GARRATY: No, I... I didn't hear you say that. No. BARKOVITCH: Shit, man. I think I just got off on the wrong foot with you boys, you know? Like, I'm a good enough guy if you get to know me. I just... I don't really have a crowd, you know? I never had a crowd in school, I guess, is what I'm trying to say. You know, I was always getting off on the wrong foot, but, um... GARRATY: Okay. BARKOVITCH: Fuck, man. I mean...a guy's gotta have a couple buddies on... on a fucked-up thing like this. GARRATY: Mm-hmm BARKOVITCH: right? GARRATY: Mm-hmm. (SNIFFLES) Yeah. BARKOVITCH: Listen, man, um... that Rank kid. GARRATY: Yeah. BARKOVITCH: Man. I... I didn't wanna see him go, you know? I... I... I would never, you know... Fuck, man, I just... I can't stop fucking hearing it and seeing it in my mind over and over again, man. I can't fucking do it anymore, man. I just gotta... I'm just...I'm fucking sorry, man, and I... GARRATY: Yeah. BARKOVITCH: I can't think it's my fucking fault, right? GARRATY: Yeah. BARKOVITCH: It's not my fault, right? GARRATY: It's not. It's not. BARKOVITCH: Okay. GARRATY: It's not. Okay? So... so what...what do you want, Gary? You wanna be a... you wanna be a part of the deal? BARKOVITCH: Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's what I was saying. GARRATY: Okay. Okay. BARKOVITCH: Yeah. (CHUCKLES) Okay. Yeah. I'll tell that, I'll tell that bitch, she can have enough bread to stay on Fifth Avenue the rest of her fucking life. GARRATY: Okay, man. BARKOVITCH: And if you don't mind telling your buddy, just that I'm a part of it now. GARRATY: I can tell Pete, yeah. BARKOVITCH: Thanks, man. GARRATY: Yeah. BARKOVITCH: Thanks. BARKOVITCH: Oh, shit, man. Guy's gotta have a couple buddies, man. That's what my daddy always used to say. Fuck! Fuck! Oh, shit, man. I'm sorry, man. I just... I don't wanna go... GARRATY: It's okay. It's okay. Hey. BARKOVITCH: And I don't wanna die hated, you know? You gotta die. And that's the fucked-up thing about all this is that we all gotta go, you know? It just doesn't have to be like this right now, you know? Doesn't have to be like this, but... GARRATY: Yeah. BARKOVITCH: Fuck! Fuck, man. McVRIES: Hey. BARKOVITCH: Can't fucking stop it, man. McVRIES: Hey, you okay? BARKOVITCH: The fuck did you just say? The fuck did you just say, man? McVRIES: Asking if you're fucking good. BARKOVITCH: I didn't fucking mean to kill that kid, man! I didn't fucking mean it, okay? McVRIES: Okay. Okay. BARKOVITCH: I'm fucking sorry, man. McVRIES: Yeah. BARKOVITCH: Fuck! GARRATY: Hey, Gary. Come on, man. It's all right. We're all right. We're all just friends right now, man. We're all just walking together as friends, okay? BARKOVITCH: Yeah. GARRATY: You got us. You got us. You got your pack. All right? Come on. GARRATY: There you go. Just like that. Okay? BARKOVITCH: Okay. GARRATY: So, we're gonna keep walkin'. BARKOVITCH: Mm-hmm. GARRATY: I'm gonna go tell Pete that... I'm gonna go tell Pete you wanna be part of the plan, all right? BARKOVITCH: Thanks, man. GARRATY: All right. All right. All right. Keep walking, please. BARKOVITCH: Okay. McVRIES: Fuck, is he okay? GARRATY: He said he wants to be a part of it. BARKOVITCH: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Oh, fuck, man. I gotta go, man. Gotta fucking go, man. McVRIES: Hey, Barkovitch. Barkovitch. GARRATY: Gary. Hey! It's all right, Gary. Just keep... (SIGHS) Fuck, man. McVRIES: Hey, Barkovitch. Hey. Barkovitch. GARRATY: Ah, Pete, just let him walk. Come on. Keep walking, Gary. MAN: Warning. Warning, number five. GARRATY: Please, keep walking. McVRIES: Don't stop. Come on. BARKOVITCH: Gonna be with you whores forever now, okay? McVRIES: It's not what you... What the fuck? GARRATY: Fuck! No! BAKER: Oh, God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. McVRIES: Why'd he do that? Why the fuck did he do that? Fuck! How the fuck did he do that? MAN: Warning. Second warning, five. McVRIES: Everyone keep walking. (McVRIES EXHALES) (COUGHS) (HORSES WHINNYING) MAN: Third warning, five. Final warning. (BARKOVITCH BREATHING RAGGEDLY) (BARKOVITCH GETS HIS TICKET) GARRATY: No. (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) (MILE 260 SUNSET WITH BURNING CAR) (STEBBINS COUGHING) PARKER: ♪ In a cavern, in a canyon ♪ ♪ Excavating for a mine ♪ ♪ Dwelt a miner, forty-niner ♪ ♪ And his daughter Clementine ♪♪ ALL: Yes, I loved her ♪♪ Yes, I loved her ♪ ♪ How I loved her ♪ ♪ Though her shoes were number nine ♪ ♪ Herring boxes without topses Sandals were for ♪ (STEBBINS COUGHS) ♪ Clementine ♪♪ Clementine ♪ ♪ Oh, my darling Oh, my darling ♪ ♪ Oh, my darling, Clementine ♪ ♪ You are lost and gone forever ♪ ♪ Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪ (MILE 278 DAY 5) (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) PARKER: We're getting fucking close, right? GARRATY: What? PARKER: To your mom? GARRATY: Oh, yeah, it shouldn't be...it shouldn't be long now. PARKER: You're one lucky son of a bitch, Garraty. Get to see your mom. Who the hell am I gonna see between now and the end, huh? No one but the fucking pigs who come and stare. I'm homesick, and I'm fucking scared. GARRATY: Hey, I'm scared, too, Collie. If it makes you feel any better I think we're all homesick. You know? PARKER: Fucking easy for you to talk. This is your home state. You're the only one who gets to see family. McVRIES: I don't know. I think maybe it might make it worse. PARKER: The fuck are you butting in for? McVRIES: I think he's got it harder than either of us. I think it might throw him off. PARKER: Oh, fuck off. You're both crazy. (STEBBINS COUGHING) GARRATY: You really think it's gonna be harder? McVRIES: I just want you to keep on walking. (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) (THUNDER RUMBLING) (STEBBINS COUGHING) (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) GARRATY: We made it to Freeport, Pete. McVRIES: Mile 286. We live to fight another day. GARRATY: Fuck! Damn bottom of my shoe fell off. BAKER: Gotta get rid of them both, Garraty. Or else some nails will start poking through. Plus, you work harder when you're off balance. MAN ON SPEAKER: Warning, number 47. McVRIES: Fuck me. (SNIFFLES, EXHALES) GINNIE: Your... GARRATY: Hi, Mom. GINNIE: Your feet. Your... Baby, your... McVRIES: Don't slow down, Ray. Can't stop. Ray, Ray. Ray! MAN: Warning, 47. GARRATY: Mom, I'm so sorry. MAN: Second warning. GARRATY: I'm so sorry. You... MAN: Warning, number 23. GINNIE: No, no, no, no, no, no! GARRATY: You don't know how sorry I am. GINNIE: It's okay. GARRATY: Mom, please... I just wanna hug. Please. McVRIES: You're going to get yourself killed. Ray, come on! GARRATY: Mom, please. Just a hug. I know I fucked up. GINNIE: No! No, go! MAN: Warning... McVRIES: Don't you fucking die! MAN: ...47. McVRIES: Ray! Move! MAN: Third warning. GINNIE: Go! MAN: Warning, number 23. GINNIE: Keep walking! GARRATY: I'm so sorry, Mom. GINNIE: Keep walking! It's okay! It's okay! McVRIES: Think about your father. GARRATY: I don't wanna think about it. I'm so sorry, Mom! McVRIES: Just don't do this in front of her. Don't do this in front of her! PARKER: Fuck you! You fucking twisted piece of shit! GARRATY: You were right. I did what my dad did! I... Pete, I have made such a fucking massive mistake. I should've just stayed in the fucking car. I should've just gone home. McVRIES: Ray. GARRATY: I'm... McVRIES: Ray. Ray, you still wanna know how I got this fucking scar, huh? GARRATY: She's still there, Pete. McVRIES: Ray? GARRATY: Please. McVRIES: Yeah. Ray, you've been walking for five days. I've been walking my whole fucking life. (SNIFFLES) You know, my parents both died, in the big war when I was... when I was little. And, you know, the damnedest thing... I don't remember a single thing about 'em. A drunk uncle took me in. He beat the shit outta me, and died in a pool of his own puke when I was 10. After that...I met kids sorta like me. GARRATY: Uh-huh. McVRIES: No parents. Or parents who didn't give a fuck. GARRATY: Yeah? McVRIES: I lived on... couches and in basements. I slept in fields and ditches. It took years before I was finally caught by the state. But nothing was as bad as how I was living. Picking fights, stealing shit. Picking more fights. Until, one day, I picked a fight with the wrong guy. Yeah. A guy who knew his way around a hunting knife. (SNIFFLES) He cut me. He cut me fucking good. You see this, Ray? Have a look at that. You see that? GARRATY: Jesus, Pete. McVRIES: You see it, yeah? GARRATY: Yeah, I do. McVRIES: Yeah. He left me for dead. I woke up in the hospital, and you know what? You know what, Ray? I wasn't even upset, because it wasn't his fault. It was mine. You know, so at that moment, I said I'll always choose to find sunlight in all this fucking darkness. 'Cause what's the point of a second chance if not? GARRATY: You do find the light, Pete. You do. I don't have that... McVRIES: Yeah. GARRATY: ...in me, though. I would have been fucking dead if it wasn't for you. McVRIES: Ray, you think this shit is easy? Huh? No, Ray, it's fucking hard! I try fucking hard. Yeah. I don't have much to lose, but I have everything to gain, and that's why I'm here. GARRATY: Yeah. McVRIES: I want that prize so I can do something good. Maybe help some children who... who are like me. But you know what I could've used, Ray? GARRATY: What? McVRIES: A brother. Ray, listen to me. If you make this, if... I suggest you choose love. I suggest you take that prize, and go home to your mom. Because, Ray, Ray, you're a good fucking kid... GARRATY: Thanks, Pete. Thanks, Pete. McVRIES: ...and you deserve it. GARRATY: Yeah. (MILE 306) (STEBBINS COUGHING) STEBBINS: Hey, listen. I've been thinking... We all got to get together on something. McVRIES: What? STEBBINS: We all gotta make an agreement that from here on out no help for anyone. You either do it on your own, or you don't do it. McVRIES: The fuck's that supposed to mean, Stebbins, huh? What the fuck's that supposed to fucking mean, huh? GARRATY: No, Pete, I think he might be right. You can't keep saving me. BAKER: But what about the Musketeers? STEBBINS: Fuck your Musketeers. It's better for all of us, and you know it. (COUGHS) BAKER: My nose. I ain't had a nosebleed in years. STEBBINS: Ain't nobody give a shit about your nosebleed, Baker. We've all got our issues, if you couldn't tell. BAKER: What'd you say? STEBBINS: Oh, shut up. Parker? Collie Parker, are you in? Collie? PARKER: Fuck it. Goddamn motherfucker! (IRREGULAR GUNSHOTS) McVRIES: No! PARKER: McVries! Come on! Huh? GARRATY: Oh, my God. (GUNSHOT) (GROANING) GARRATY: Fuck. Fuck. God. (COLLIE CHANTING IN ALGONQUIN) (CHANTING CONTINUES) (GROANING) GARRATY: No, no. No, don't turn. Just keep walking. You okay? You okay? BAKER: My nose... it's bleeding. GARRATY: I know. (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) BAKER: Hey. Hey, my nose. My nose won't stop. My nose won't stop bleeding. It ain't that bad, though, is it? GARRATY: No. BAKER: Huh? GARRATY: No, no. It's not that bad. No. STEBBINS: It's an internal hemorrhage. Pretty common. GARRATY: Stebbins, please. Come on. BAKER: My grandma, she used to put ice on my nose... GARRATY: Uh-huh. BAKER: ...every time I have a nosebleed. I wish I had some ice to put on it. GARRATY: Yeah. Let's get you some ice. Just keep walking. BAKER: I'm gonna die now, boys. GARRATY: No. Just keep walking a little longer, okay? BAKER: No, no. I can't. I can't. GARRATY: Please. BAKER: I can't, buddy. I'm sorry. I'm going home. McVRIES: Don't apologize. BAKER: I'm going home. McVRIES: Don't apologize, Art. BAKER: I'm going home. McVRIES: Keep your head up, buddy. You gave this your all. BAKER: I did? McVRIES: Yeah. BAKER: I did. McVRIES: Like fuck, you did. BAKER: I did. McVRIES: Yeah. And you know what? (BAKER CHUCKLING) McVRIES: Even made some friends. GARRATY: That's goddamn right. GARRATY: Hey, Art, you've been a hell of a fucking friend. Truly. BAKER: Yeah. Thanks. Thanks, both of y'all. GARRATY: Of course. BAKER: Could y'all do something for me? GARRATY: Absolutely. McVRIES: Anything, compadre. BAKER: Could you give this to my grandma, if you make it? GARRATY: Of course. Of course. BAKER: Promise me one thing. GARRATY: Yeah. BAKER: Don't watch 'em do it. GARRATY: Okay. BAKER: Okay? Promise me. Promise me. GARRATY: I promise. BAKER: Promise me! McVRIES: I promise. I promise. BAKER: Thanks. I'm going home. GARRATY: Just a little longer. BAKER: I'm going home. GARRATY: Just a little longer. BAKER: I'm going home. McVRIES: I can't, man. MAN: Warning. Second warning, six. McVRIES: I just... I fucking can't, man. Do you know what I want more than anything? GARRATY: What, Pete? MAN: Third and final warning. McVRIES: An Orange Julius. (COUGHS) (GUNSHOT) (McVRIES SNIFFLES) (MILE 326 NIGHT) MAJOR: You're in the homestretch. For better or for worse, there's going to be wheat, and there's going to be chaff. You choose, boys. Remember, you choose. GARRATY: Shut the fuck up! Holy shit! Suck a dick, will you? I mean, just... You fucking lotus-eater. You old sack of shit. Shut up! (McVRIES CHUCKLING) MAJOR: That's the spirit, my boy. McVRIES: Oh, my God. (GARRATY LAUGHING) MAJOR: That's a killer fuckin' instinct. Take no prisoners. (GARRATY AND McVRIES LAUGHING) MAJOR: Flex that sac and go get that prize. MAN: Warning, 23 and 47. McVRIES: Fuck. MAN: Second warning, 38. McVRIES: I'm done. McVRIES: What would happen if we slowed at the exact same time, huh? STEBBINS: There's no way any three humans could measure exactness like these instruments. They have it down to a science. Increments. GARRATY: How the fuck do you know so much about the Long Walk, anyway? STEBBINS: It's all on record. You ever read a book? It ain't too hard. McVRIES: Come on. Come on. No, come on! Come on, man. It's almost over. Say something real. STEBBINS: I'm the rabbit. GARRATY: Huh? STEBBINS: I'm the fucking rabbit. You've seen them. Those little gray mechanical rabbits that the greyhounds chase at the dog races. 'Cause no matter how fast the dogs run, they never can quite catch up to the rabbit, because the rabbit isn't flesh and blood. Maybe you're right, Garraty. Maybe we should stop being rabbits and pigs, and goats and sheep and... just be people. Real people... who bleed. You wanna know how I know so much about the Long Walk? The Major's my father. I'm his bastard. I didn't think he knew I was his son. That's where I made my mistake. He's got dozens of us. For my wish, I was gonna ask to be taken into my father's home. To be invited for tea. But I guess this rabbit is flesh and blood. And this flesh and blood is failing me now. I can feel my liver going, my lungs filling with fluid. And I'd like to end this shit with my head held high, instead of crawling on my belly, like a reptile choking on my own mucus. Think it'll rain tonight, boys? GARRATY: I don't know, but it looks that way. STEBBINS: I always loved the rain. McVRIES: Hey. I'm sorry. (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) STEBBINS: There's gonna be crowds. They allow them when there's two. The real diehards. The ones who will walk with you. The ones that wanna see the Major do the final kill. Just keep walkin', okay? I'm glad it's you two. GARRATY: Nice walking with you, Stebbins. STEBBINS: An honor. Good luck. MAN: Third warning, 38. Final warning. STEBBINS: Come on. Do me. GARRATY: 50% chance now, Pete. STEBBINS: Fucking do me! (GUNSHOT, STEBBINS GETS HIS TICKET) (THUNDER RUMBLING) (TRAIN PASSING BY) (RAIN POURING) GARRATY: Pete, can I tell you something? McVRIES: Sure. GARRATY: When I was a kid, right, I never really thought about death. You know, I don't think most kids do until you're confronted by it. But once I was, I was scared shitless. I was so afraid of it. But there's something about being with these boys. I don't know, it reminded me that the only guarantee you have as a human being is that you are going to die. And if you're lucky, you get to choose how to spend those last moments. And, you're right, Pete, this moment matters. Every moment matters. Especially at the end. I don't know why that calms me. But I'm not afraid anymore. (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) (THUNDER RUMBLING) (CROWD CHEERING) OFFICER 1: Make way, make way. OFFICER 2: Back it up, please. Back it up. Let's go. All the way off the street. MAN: Second warning, 23. GARRATY: Pete, Pete. MAN: Second warning, 47. GARRATY: What are you doing? McVRIES: You're gonna win this, compadre. GARRATY: No, get up. Get up. McVRIES: No. You're gonna do this for your mom. GARRATY: Come on. Get up. MAN: Third warning, 23. McVRIES: This is for your mom. Get off me, Ray. MAN: Third warning, 47. McVRIES: Come on, Ray. What the fuck are you doing? Ray! Go win it. GARRATY: Being a brother to my brother. Come on. Just walk with me a little more, okay? McVRIES: Okay. McVRIES: (SIGHS) You convincin' motherfucker. (PANTING) (GUNSHOTS) (CROWD CHEERING) (GARRATY GROANING) McVRIES: Ray! Ray! Hey, what'd you do? What'd you do? What'd you do? Hey. What'd you fucking do? What'd you do? What'd you do? Ray, Ray. GARRATY: I can't. I can't see it, but you can. That's why I love you. McVRIES: Ray! Ray! GARRATY: I love you, Pete. McVRIES: Ray. Ray! Get the fuck off! Ray! Ray! No. Ray. MAJOR: Luck to you, Mr. Garraty. McVRIES: Ray! Ray! MAJOR: May God reward your bravery. GARRATY: I'm sorry, Mom. (GUNSHOT) McVRIES: No. (CROWD CHEERING) (FIREWORKS BURSTING) McVRIES: Ray! (CRYING) Oh, God. Ray. No! MAJOR: Ladies and gentlemen, CROWD: ♪ For amber waves of grain ♪ MAJOR: ...our champion... Peter McVries. CROWD: ♪ For purple mountain majesties ♪ ♪ Above the fruited plain ♪ McVRIES: (CRYING) Ray... CROWD: ♪ America ♪ ♪ America ♪ ♪ God shed His grace on thee ♪ McVRIES: Ray. Ray. MAJOR: Congratulations, Mr. McVries. CROWD: ♪ And crown thy good with brotherhood ♪ MAJOR: The cash prize is yours. CROWD: ♪ From sea to shining sea ♪ MAJOR: So, tell me, son... what's your wish? CROWD: ♪ Oh, beautiful for pilgrim feet ♪ ♪ Whose stern impassioned stress ♪ MAJOR: The whole nation is watching, son. CROWD: ♪ A thoroughfare of freedom beat ♪ MAJOR: What's your wish? CROWD: ♪ Across the wilderness ♪ McVRIES: I want... CROWD: ♪ America, America ♪ ♪ God mend thine every flaw ♪ McVRIES: I want a carbine. CROWD: ♪ Confirm thy soul ♪ MAJOR: You'll have one. McVRIES: No. I want that carbine. To give to my kids one day. SOLDIER 1: Sir? MAJOR: Give him his wish. He won't shoot anyone, boys. He's won too much. And remember, this one wants to make the world a better place. Isn't that right, son? McVRIES: Hold your fire, I'll fucking shoot. MAJOR: Hold your fire, boys. McVRIES: I'll fucking shoot. SOLDIER 2: Hold the fire! SOLDIER 3: Hold your fire! MAJOR: That's all right, son. No harm done. Not yet. Put the gun down. The whole world is waiting for you. There's more riches than you could possibly imagine. (CRYING) MAJOR: Put the gun down. The prize is yours for the takin'. (SOBBING) MAJOR: Don't throw it away. McVRIES: This is for Ray. (SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING) (THUNDER RUMBLING) (MUSIC STOPS) (THUNDER RUMBLING) (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) (DRAMATIC MUSIC FADES OUT) CREDITS THE LONG WALK DIRECTED BY FRANCIS LAWRENCE SCREENPLAY BY JT MOLLNER BASED ON THE NOVEL BY STEPHEN KING PRODUCED BY ROY LEE STEVEN SCHNEIDER FRANCIS LAWRENCE CAMERON MacCONOMY EXECUTIVE PRODUCER STEPHEN KING EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS MIKA SAITO ANDREW CHILDS CHRISTOPHER WOODROW K. BLAINE JOHNSTON DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY JO WILLEMS, ASC, SBC PRODUCTION DESIGNER MICOLAS LEPAGE EDITED BY MARK YOSHIKAWA, ACE COSTUME DESIGNER HEATHER NEALE MUSIC BY JEREMIAH FRAITES SUPERVISING SOUND EIDTOR / SOUND DESIGNER JEREMY PEIRSON CASTING BY RICH DELIA, CSA COOPER HOFFMAN DAVID JONSSON GARRETT WAREING TUT NYUOT CHARLIE PLUMMER BEN WANG JORDAN GONZALEZ JOSHUA ODJICK JOSH HAMILTON with JUDY GREER and MARK HAMILL LIONSGATE PRESENTS IN ASSOCIATION WITH MEDIA CAPITAL TECHNOLOGIES A VERTIGO ENTERTAINMENT / ABOUT:BLANK PRODUCTION A FILM BY FRANCES LAWRENCE Unit Product Manager MIKA SAITO Production Manager BOESYA PETRA First Assistant Director SINAN SABER Second Assistant Director BRYAN R. BURNS, DIANA KIM CAST Rayment Garraty #47 COOPER HOFFMAN Peter McVries #23 DAVID JONSSON Stebbins #38 GARRETT WAREING Arthur Baker #6 TUT NYUOT Gary Barkovitch #5 CHARLIE PLUMMER Hank Olson #46 BEN WANG Richard Harkness #49 JORDAN GONZALEZ Collie Parker #48 JOSHUA ODJICK Curly #7 ROMAN GRIFFIN DAVIS Ewing #1 NOAH DE MEL Rank #19 DAYMON WRIGHTLY Ronald #45 JACK GRIFFIN Pearson #8 THAMELA MPUMLWANA Larson #4 KEENAN LEHMANN Percy Grimes #31 DALE NERI Patrick Smith #4 TEAGAN STARK Tressler #24 SAM CLARK Zuck #50 EMMANUEL ODEREMI Angel Price #44 CHRIS MacMILLAN Omar Green #10 ALEX MacMILLAN Henlee Chavaz #21 TRISTAN CARLUCCI Sabastrian Rodriguez #13 PARAMVIR SINGH Bobby Sledge #11 SAGE CLOUD Dave Barnes #41 ALEC CARLOS Chris Turner #40 RYAN STELMASCHUK Marty Wyman #43 THOMAS SEDOR The Major MARK HAMILL Mrs. Ginnie Garraty JUDY GREER Mr. William Garraty JOSH HAMITON Entry Gate Soldier CAMERON MacCONOMY Police Officers GABRIEL DANIELS, ADAM HURTING Lady in Black Dress ATHENA BARTEN Small Boys on Bikes LEO KING, RUGER RED BARNES