The Last Man Page #2
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and it will bring you
cool rain."
So, have no expectations, my friends!
It works gangbusters!
Good morning, sweetie.
Breakfast is coming up.
Well... you seem
So...
whenever you're ready.
Where's my baby?
Pretty little baby
Here's my baby,
pulling up here now
My friend Jack
is on the make
Yes, he stole
my last two dates
Gotta leave this town
Gotta leave this town
Gotta leave town
and move to someplace new.
Here you go.
I made them Florentine.
The garnish is fake, though.
Oops, sorry.
So, we...
had some drinks last night.
Yes.
And we...
had a good time.
I've never felt closer
to anyone.
That's good. I just...
still feel
a little sick is all.
Well, you've been
through a lot.
Okay...
you go back to bed
and I'll clean up here.
And later, we can go into town
and you can pick some stuff up.
Okay.
Hii...
Hii... ya...
Hii... ya...
Don't you have anything
kind of modern?
This is a Chetabi
love ritual.
The second hour
really picks up.
- This isn't bad.
- It's flapping.
- It's not flapping.
I can feel it
flapping in the wind.
We can't hold it.
We should have tied it down better.
- Don't worry. It's fine.
- It's not fine!
What's wrong with you?
We can get another table.
No, Alan.
I still feel sort of...
peaked.
But we drank
three nights ago, sweetie.
I know.
That's how it gets me.
The thing is, Sarah,
since you feel
that God is behind this,
sort of a responsibility
in a biblical way to...
propagate the Earth.
Come on, Alan.
What? We're going to have a child?
Who will they have children with?
Another one of ours?
Start a whole race
of imbeciles.
Yeah, if you're going
to logic it out.
Don't be mad.
Hi.
Something's not right
with Sarah.
I'm not expecting anything.
But still, everything was going fine
on days four and five.
But by day seven,
she started in
with these moods.
She's not as...
open as she was.
I mean, everything
started off great.
But I feel almost
like there's this--
this... thistle traps...
are what the Chetabi
used to capture the rodents,
thus keeping them fresh...
for the big evening roast.
Well, that about covers
the traps...
and the big roast.
We'll talk about
after-dinner dancing later.
Morning.
Morning.
How are you feeling?
Listen, there's something
I want to do.
I'd like to use
the camera for a while.
I think
it'll make things better.
Sure.
I'll film anything you want.
No, this is private.
I'd like to film by myself.
Oh.
Okay.
Hi.
I'm Sarah.
We've already met,
but not really.
I wanted to talk to you
a little bit
about the way
Alan, please!
What I wanted
was to warn you...
about people like me.
You believe
You can do
Nothing to save yourseIf
You've got demons,
you need him
And you're afraid
to trust yourself.
- Hey.
- Morning.
Powdered eggs Benedict.
That's absolutely delicious!
What do you say
we take a little ride?
Sure.
I've got this great idea!
Cool!
What?
We'll go find
other people!
Wait! Sarah!
We both know what the story
is out there.
You drove halfway
across the country!
I found you.
There's got to be others.
- But--
- We owe it to them.
But, what about--
Last night, we--
I don't want you
to get disappointed.
What?!
Sarah?
And don't tell me
it's last week's tequila shots,
because that's wearing
a little thin. What is wrong?
- Nothing.
- Bull!
You've been acting
strange for days.
Well, maybe
I am strange, Alan.
Who do you think I am, huh?
You think I'm just some good-looking
girl from across the bar?
Or some Penthouse fantasy
you just lucked into?
What the hell
are you talking about?!
I don't know.
I'm scared.
Which is it, that I don't know you,
or that you're scared?
Maybe it's your big underwear.
It was a joke.
Alan. I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Please, give me some time.
I just need
Look, Sarah.
I knew this would happen.
I'm sorry.
We just have to accept that--
that we only have each other.
But that's okay.
We'll be fine.
Don't ever leave me.
Alan:
Well, Sarah and II guess things don't always flow
exactly the way you plan,
which is why you shouldn't plan.
But it's very clear that
she's attracted underneath.
So if she needs some time
to tap into her feelings for me,
that's fine.
As the Chetabi say,
"If you want to fence in a goat,
give it plenty of grazing land."
Still...
I'm not sure why I have
to sleep out here for now.
The whole thing
is very confusing.
What is it she needs
to figure out?
Sure, I've got my problems...
I sweat a lot, can't deny it;
love handles, yeah,
I've got those;
but...
I am the last guy
on Earth, okay?
Is love, sweet love
It's the only thing
That there's just
too little of
Is love, sweet love.
Alan:
Know thatjust the sound--
Oh my God! Stop! Stop! !
Man:
Hey...thanks for stopping.
Hi.
Yeah,
I'm glad you guys stopped.
I wasn't getting any rides.
My name's Raphael.
Rides?
He doesn't know.
A nerve agent?
Sarah:
No.It was something bigger.
It was God,
I think, starting over.
How come I survived?
I don't know.
- Are you allergic to ragweed?
- No.
Do you take zinc?
Yeah.
There's a reason
for everything.
Jesus.
My mom...
and my brother Todd...
we had this whole plan
to build our own putt-putt
goIf course out in Oregon.
I was on my way there.
I never got
to meet Roy Orbison.
He...
actually died before all this.
What?
- Are you all right?
- I guess.
Maybe I just need
a minute alone,
- as retarded as that sounds.
- It's okay.
I'm okay.
Jeez, that's pretty good.
It'll be like camping forever.
Well, that's true.
That's one way
of looking at it.
Will you stay with us?
I will never leave.
Alan:
There's been a new development.
We discovered a third person.
His name is Raphael.
We saw him hitchhiking
and immediately stopped.
Shockingly, he didn't know
what had happened.
He was a little shy
of the casualties at first,
but quickly nicknamed
them "grippers."
the best of things,
although I admit
I have some concerns.
without getting frustrated--
not that it could be challenged
at this point.
But he seems like a good guy.
I don't expect any surprises.
Still, on the way home,
he was telling these endless stories
from when he was camping,
like how he set his own broken
wrist with wet bark.
Sarah tried hard to be patient,
and he could take that
as something else.
But I'm not worried.
It'll be good having someone new
around to show the ropes.
Raphael:
It's wake up time.Hey...
breakfast is burning.
Let's go.
Sarah:
Good morning.Man, flapjacks.
Did you know
who they're named after?
- Jack Dempsey.
- Really?
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