Cell Page #4

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"I heart Kashwak."

What does that mean?

Maybe No-Fo means

no phones.

Like a dead zone.

No cell phone towers,

so it's safe.

You can't assume that.

It's too early to think

we know the rules.

( knocks )

( music playing inside )

Open up!

We're Americans.

Clay:

Happy hour start yet?

Ooh, company.

You're cute.

You're cute.

You, sir,

are very cute.

Thank you.

And you, my love,

are to die for.

No phoners

come through here.

( through electrolarynx )

Phoners don't like

English food.

English people

don't like English food.

- Hey, I do, mister.

- All right, all right.

What the hell is Kashwak?

What do you guys

think that is?

Oh, you know Kashwak.

Up in Maine.

It's an unincorporated

area they call TR-90.

Kashwakamak Lake.

Everybody's going there.

Everybody who hasn't

been pulsed.

We're going.

We're leaving tomorrow.

Thanks for letting us

come in tonight.

Mmm, we're happy

you're here.

We're really

glad you're here.

( chuckles )

You think Bob Dylan's

a phoner?

( laughs )

That's a good one.

Tom:

There's no-- there's no

telephone songs on here.

That would-- that would

be apropos, right?

Like...

Mr. Telephone Man

There's something

wrong with my line

When I call

my baby's number

I get a click every--

Oh, D2. D2.

( music playing )

That's like the devil

of ego, right?

The vanity of

super individuality.

But the other one was

this one called Arama.

And he was, like,

a demon of big data.

Of numbers,

of abstraction.

- Right?

You know what I'm saying?

- Yeah.

- You with me?

You with me, Geoff?

- Hell, yeah.

Tom:

When I came home

from Vietnam,

you know, I was lost,

drifting and...

somebody reached out

their hand

and they saved my life.

They might be dead now

or even part of the flock

that's trying

to pull me in.

All I know is

that I didn't

survive a war

and all the rest of it

just to get pulled in

by this f***er

or his flock.

You know, the first time

I saw his face,

it wasn't dreams,

it was in his house.

On the wall.

You drew him.

I'm not the first guy

to draw a devil on

a piece of paper.

- Tom:
The devil?

- Yeah.

- How's it end?

- I never finished it.

I mean, it's like

a serial graphic novel.

Didn't really end.

It was just a game

and a story.

- Just a game?

- Mm.

Good always

conquers evil.

Now, I believe that.

So long

I've been saving

Tonight was made

for me and you

You can ring my bell

Ring my bell

My bell,

ring my bell

You can ring my bell

Ring my bell

My bell...

You know, and I saw you

with your son once, too.

And I always wanted that.

Anyway, I saw you

leave your apartment

with that woman

and I just really

hated that.

- Liz?

- Liz.

Hated that.

Always seemed like

you were pissed at me.

I never knew

what was up with you.

You'd give me

that death stare.

( chuckles )

Yeah.

I give everyone

the death stare.

But I know you

love your family.

I've seen you

with your son

and I know that sh*t

happens with couples,

just--

You're gonna

find him, Clay.

You're gonna find him.

You think?

You are.

We were traveling

in the dark

and that was really,

really dark for me.

'Cause I had him.

And I had her.

I had some bullshit job

that I hated

doing graphic design

for some stupid company.

But I hated myself

for not having the balls

to do what I wanted

and I hated Sharon

for loving me when

I hated myself

and all these warped,

convoluted feelings.

Sometimes

I'd get home from work

and I'd change into

my rock and roll T-shirt

and I'd go to the bar

and smoke weed and listen

to Norwegian death metal

like some teenager

who wanted to blow up

his high school.

It was pathetic.

Then one day I just split

and moved out.

And do you

like being there?

First night I was there,

I knew it was a mistake.

Very first night.

I called Sharon

the day of the Pulse.

I couldn't tell her

I missed her

and that I wanted

to come home.

I said I want

to see my son.

See, I had to prove

I was right and to prove

I was special, you know?

I mean,

probably just wanted

her to be proud of you.

Well, be great

if that were true.

I think I was

just an a**hole.

Here.

That's what you

look like.

Human beings

are the religion

of the angels.

And that is

an angel in exile.

What do you think?

( dog yelping )

( groans )

( yelping continues )

( yelping continues )

Clay:

Sally?

( snarling )

( moaning )

Get out of my f***ing bar!

( gunshot )

( whimpers )

( grunting )

Get off!

( gunshot )

( growling )

Get off!

Clay:

Hold on, Tom!

( gunshots )

( screaming )

( shrieking )

( gunshot )

( growling )

( gunshot )

( shrieking )

( screams )

- ( growling )

- ( screaming )

( gunshots )

- Alice!

- ( shrieks )

( gunshots )

Alice!

Grab my blanket.

It's okay.

- Keep that over her.

- ( shivering )

It's okay, baby.

Okay.

Grab underneath her.

Come on.

Help me bring her up.

Help me bring her up.

Bring her up.

Okay.

( birds cawing )

Let it snow.

'Cause then we can

build a fort.

Or a leaf.

Or a bird.

We can build a bird.

We can make

a snowman.

Or we could play

the slinky one.

( sniffles )

I'm so sorry, buddy.

( wind blowing )

You know,

back in the tavern,

they attacked at night.

The Head said

this would happen.

He also said they'd find

new ways of maintaining

their numbers.

You saw what happened

back there, right?

They're not

just killing anymore,

they're recruiting.

The pulse is coming

from their mouths now.

They don't need

phones anymore.

( hooting )

( birds cawing )

Well, well, well.

Man:

The President of the Internet

said you'd be coming this way.

And, well, here you are.

- Who are you?

- Why don't you put your

shotgun down, my friend?

I'll be happy

to tell you who I am.

I'm Ray Huizenga

from Groveland, Mass.

This young lady here,

Denise Link from Haverhill,

neighboring town.

Meetcha.

Ray:

But our names don't

actually matter anymore.

What matters--

what matters is

what we do.

And what we do, hmm?

We kill phone freaks.

Yeah, yeah,

we kill them.

Just like you.

Denise:

The second time in Nashua,

we used dynamite from

a construction site shed.

Ray knew how to rig

the dynamite from when

he worked on a road crew.

Ray:

That's when we started seeing

those Kashwak No-Fo signs.

Denise:
Kashwak.

They're telling people

it's a no-phone zone,

but that's a lie.

The area got an Indian

casino built there last year

and finally put up

a cell phone tower.

The phoners are trying

to draw us there in our

dreams, but it's a trap.

Ray:

Yeah, and the dreams started

coming after we blasted.

I mean, we blasted.

That first flock,

we blasted them.

- You know, powerful dreams.

Powerful dreams, like--

- Tom:
We've had them.

Ray:

Always that phoner.

The phoner in the red hoodie.

- They call him the President

of the Internet.

- Yeah.

Got to be taken down.

I mean down.

Like, down, like--

like right there.

We've got to take him

all the way down.

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