Dreamcatcher Page #4

had been exposed...

...and you had them in your grasp...

- I wouldn'st want them walking out...

...to wander as they wish.

- Bucko, I think we'sre on the same page.

Pissing in the same latrine.

If the Ripley gets out of this

pine-tree paradise...

Well, it just can'st be allowed to do that.

I'sve quarantined the entire area.

- Nothing leaves alive.

- Roger that, boss.

Come!

Got Maples here, boss.

- Corporal Maples, sir. I mean, boss.

- I know who you are, Maples.

I handpicked every man in Blue Boy.

Sometimes I wonder about my judgment.

- Yes, sir. I'sm sorry, boss.

- Do you know the Blue Unit catechism?

- Yes, the B.U.C. For all buckos.

- Is Blue Unit part of regular Army?

- No, boss. Better.

- How does Blue Unit operate?

Under the radar. We don'st salute, display

rank, say "sir." A force unto ourselves.

- Regular Army compared to Blue Unit?

- Pussies.

- What rules does Blue Unit operate by?

- Rules of combat.

That's right, laddie.

When a soldier disobeys a superior's

orders, he puts everyone at risk.

And is to be punished immediately

by appropriate command personnel.

That's me. Capisce?

Good.

Now answer me one question

and you can boogie out of here.

But you have to answer honestly.

You were on containment detail at 0600

this morning, sector 14 of Blue Zone.

Did you allow a young woman

and her 4-year-old daughter...

...to exit the zone in their own vehicle

on Hickam Valley Road?

Colonel Curtis, she hadn'st been

in the zone.

She made a wrong turn.

She couldn'st have been contaminated.

You know this for a fact?

Or because she told you so?

- For a fact, boss.

- Scout's honor?

Can you raise your hand and tell me

honestly that you know this for a fact?

Then do it, Maples.

Swear on it.

Scout's honor.

Scout's honor.

Stop your blatting, laddie-buck!

You just avoided a court-martial, boy.

You lie to me again,

you'sll be facing a firing squad.

- Get him out before I change my mind.

- Let's get him out of here.

Sentry!

- Jesus, Abe.

- I warned him.

Could have gotten off

with a slap on the wrist.

- Instead of taking his whole hand?

- He crossed the Curtis line!

He came into my house, told me lies.

- You think I'sm crazy, Owen?

- A little.

I lost my temper there. But that

little worm did something worse.

The pretty mom he let pass

this morning?

She's down at the barn right now

crawling with the Ripley.

Twenty-five years, Owen.

Twenty-five years I'sve been going out

to fight these alien bastards...

...show them they picked the wrong

place, knocked on the wrong door.

And frankly, laddie,

the tank is running a little low.

Luckily for me, there's one bit

of good news in this blizzard of bullshit.

I have you. To lead the assault today

and to take over for me tomorrow.

- What are you talking about, Abe?

- It's my last dance, Owen.

From now on, you will lead the band.

- You know where I got that?

- John Wayne.

That's right. He gave it to me.

And now I'sm giving it to you.

- Abe, I don'st know how to...

- Let's not get all girlie with each other.

- Just tell me how we do it.

- We go in fast and hard.

- How do we come out?

- Clean...

...and smiling.

Honey, I'sm home.

That's a good idea.

Catch a little shuteye.

Save your energy

for those horrendous farts!

Well, it's very nice of you to say so.

I find you very attractive also.

You'sre one of those rare women who

can handle the full-size Ford Expedition.

The truck that handles like a luxury car.

A really big luxury car.

But seriously, folks,

there is one issue I'sd like to bring up...

...just in case I should, you know,

kick the bucket out here...

...turn into a goddamn Petesicle.

Not that I think that's inevitable.

I'sm sure Henry or Jonesy or Beaver

will be coming to get us soon.

They'sre my friends.

We'sre all best friends.

Now, ma'sam,

I'sll be very candid with you about this...

...so please, don'st get freaked out

or think that I'sm some kind of weirdo...

...who you shouldn'st meet

for the best fried clams in Maine.

Just some innocent fried clams

at the West Wharf!

You see, the four of us,

best friends...

...we all have this other friend

by the name of Duddits.

And our friend Duddits, well,

he's not your average old buddy.

One day, a long time ago,

he gave us all this kind of gift.

It's this... How shall I put it?

This ability.

This ability to know things...

...to talk to each other without talking

at all, just mind-to-mind.

Do you see what I'sm getting at?

I knew you would.

Lately, I'sve been having this dream...

...and in the dream, I understand how

Duddits could give us a gift like that.

I think maybe our friend Duds

is not from this planet.

I think Duddits is from somewhere else...

...and he came here

to prepare us for something.

It's crazy.

Talking sh*t about

the only perfect person I ever knew.

He's so goddamned good.

I can'st believe he's a human.

I should be singing his praises,

not questioning what galaxy he's...

I gotta pee.

That's what I should be doing.

Here's to you, Duds.

The highest civilian decoration.

Lord, I will never drink again.

Let me get this straight.

Yesterday you want to call it quits,

throw in the towel, pull the plug.

Today, you'sre begging, praying.

Couple more hours. Couple more miles.

Make up your mind.

Jonesy!

Way to go, motherf***er!

Here you come to save the day!

What the hell?

Who's Mr. Gray?

What are you trying to tell me, Jonesy?

You'sre not Jonesy.

What was that, Mr. Jones?

What did we just pass on the road?

- Are you speaking to me?

- Yes, I am, Mr. Jones. Or is it Jonesy?

That's what your friends call you,

isn'st it? Let's be friends.

- Why are you letting me live?

- I'sm borrowing you.

- We'sre going to take a little journey.

- Beaver never hurt a soul. You killed him.

He had nothing in his head.

I'sve found something useful in yours.

- F*** you!

- I know what that expression means.

I'sve studied the foul language section

of your memory warehouse.

Rather distasteful, I must say.

How about this, Mr. Gray?

Eat sh*t and die.

Why did you call me Mr. Gray?

Watch out for Ister Gay.

Someone told you about me.

Who told you about me?

If you want to know,

why don'st you read my mind?

Surprisingly,

you'sre able to keep things from me...

...I don'st understand it.

But I'sm sure I'sll figure it out soon.

Oh, Pete, Jesus!

Motherf***er tried to bite my dick off,

Jonesy.

I always thought it would be my ex-wife

did that.

Let's get you to some help.

Can you still see the line, buddy?

- I don'st need it to get to Gosselin's.

- No, I know that, but...

...if we didn'st want to go to Gosselin's,

how would you get us out to 95?

95? Who gives a sh*t?

I'sm hurting here, Jonesy.

What's wrong with you?

- Wait a minute, you'sre not...

- Shut up, Pete.

You'sre too messed up

to know what you'sre saying.

Too late for that. Pete, I need you

to get onto the snowmobile right now.

Who the f*** are you? You sound

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