The Last Man on Earth Page #2

The public health is dependent on

the bodies of the deceased being burned.

You must notify

the Health Department immediately...

if you have a plague victim in your home.

Under no circumstances

should you gather publicly.

In view of the dire emergency that exists...

Anything new?

No, nothing new.

Nothing.

Mommy, where are you?

Mommy, I can't see.

- I'm going to call the doctor.

- I said, no.

Virge, there's nothing they can do.

- But we can't just let her lie there.

- This way she has a chance.

If you call a doctor, he'll report it.

Do you want that?

Mommy, help me.

- How can you be so sure...

- Blindness is one of the symptoms.

You're not to call a doctor

under any circumstances.

No one is to come into this house.

Now remember that.

Mommy, where are you?

I've got to pick Ben Cortman up

on the way to the lab.

No one is to come into this house.

Now remember that!

No! Please!

Please don't let him be buried in the pit.

Please, for God's sake.

Don't take him away like this.

You can't!

- Who's there?

- It's me, Ben. We're late.

Ben, what's the matter with you?

Nothing. And I'm going to keep it that way.

- Look, let's talk about this.

- There's nothing to talk about.

You think I'm out of my mind.

You laughed at me and my theory.

You might be one of them.

Look, you're ill. You ought to see a doctor.

No doctors.

You take care of your life.

I'll take care of mine.

Now get away from here.

You understand? Get away from here!

If you're looking for anybody but me,

forget it.

- Are they all gone?

- That's right.

Is there any hope from the latest reports?

No, not yet.

But believe me, Morgan,

we'll find an answer.

When, Doctor?

We need it right now. I need it!

You're the only one

who wasn't afraid to come here today.

What's going to happen, Dr. Mercer?

Is everybody in the world going to die

before someone finds the answer?

No, I don't think so.

I don't deny that there's some

strange evolutionary process going on.

But mankind won't be destroyed.

The fact that you and I

are working here today...

is evidence of that.

All right. Let's roll.

When?

I called a doctor. I had to.

I told you not to call anyone.

Bob, she was blind.

She couldn't see.

She kept reaching out her hands,

and groping for me.

And all of a sudden she was gone.

And they came...

and I tried to stop them. They took her.

I saw a truck out there.

Was that it? Was it?

Yes.

I'm sorry, lady. There's nothing I can do.

Let that truck through. Get out of the way.

Get back, folks. Nobody's allowed out there.

Please, all of you. Get behind those lines.

Look sharp there. Move. Move along.

Make way for that truck. This way.

Hey, you, mister! Come back!

Did this truck just come in

from Market Street?

I said, did this truck just come in

from Market Street?

Mister, I don't know.

Hey, you don't belong in here. Get out.

- I said get out!

- I want my daughter.

A lot of daughters are in there,

including my own.

Bob, I can't see!

I can't see!

No.

I won't let them put you there, Virge.

I promise.

I won't let them put you there.

Let me in.

Who is it?

Who's there?

We're going to kill you, Morgan.

Do you hear?

Do you hear, Morgan?

If Cortman thinks he can get to me

by destroying my car...

his wits are getting dull.

This convertible would be nice.

Probably handles well.

But I can't think of comfort.

There was a time when I shopped for a car.

Now I'm looking for a hearse.

This station waggon will have to do.

Alive.

It's alive.

Wait. Don't run away!

Come back here.

Don't run away!

Come back. Come back here!

Wherever he is, I've got to find him.

If I have to search every street,

every house, every alley...

every inch of this town, I've got to find him.

Come back!

Hey, boy, where are you?

Where are you, pal? Come here.

They're dead.

They've been staked.

These are made of iron. Not wood, like mine.

Someone else is alive in this world.

But where are they? Where are they hiding?

How many are there?

Where did they come from?

Why haven't I seen them?

This is Robert Morgan.

If somebody can hear me, answer me.

For God's sake, answer me!

This is K-O-K-W calling.

Answer me.

So you finally decided to come back.

Good boy.

Oh, no.

Don't worry, boy.

You're going to be all right. Yes, you are.

There now, we've got you all cleaned up.

You're gonna feel better.

Gonna put you down here now

and you can rest.

Got you all cleaned up.

You know they're out there, don't you?

You poor driven thing.

Everything's going to be all right.

Nobody's going to hurt you.

Everything's going to be all right.

All right.

You're going to get better.

We're going to have

lots of happy times together.

You'll see. Everything's going to be fine.

What's the use?

I'm not going to hurt you.

Can't you understand? Wait!

Wait.

I'm not going to hurt you. Wait.

I couldn't be out here in the daylight

if I was one of them.

You know that

they can't come out until sundown.

Do you want to come with me,

or do you want to face them?

- You feeling better?

- Yes.

- Would you like a cup of coffee?

- Thank you.

- You seem very well organised here.

- Yeah.

My name is Ruth Collins.

I was married.

I lost my husband.

You are alone?

- You were married?

- Yes.

Children?

A daughter.

What are you doing?

Please, stop! Stop it, please!

You're making me sick.

Why do you turn away?

- You are infected.

- No.

Infected systems are allergic to garlic.

- You think I'm one of them.

- You will be.

You've made up your mind just because I...

You can't change the facts by talking.

Facts? What facts?

That I got sick?

I've had a sensitive stomach all my life.

I saw my husband killed.

Torn to pieces, right in front of our house.

I've been wandering ever since.

Hiding at night.

Not eating more than scraps.

Sick with mourning, sick with fear,

unable to sleep.

Then you shout at me.

You chase me across the field, hit me...

drag me to this house, and to top it all...

when I get sick because you shove

a piece of reeking garlic in my face...

you tell me I'm infected.

- Where are you going?

- Let me go.

You can't go out there. It's almost sunset.

Let me go, I said.

In a few minutes

the streets will be full of them.

- I don't care.

- At least let me give you a blood test.

Don't touch me.

You must be hungry.

I'll fix you some dinner.

- You know, you should eat.

- I can't.

- You seem used to them.

- As much as anybody could be.

I'm not frightened of them anymore,

if that's what you mean.

I protect myself against them,

but only because there are so many.

Individually, they're weak.

Mentally incompetent,

like animals after a long famine.

If they weren't...

they surely would've found a way

of breaking in here a long time ago.

Come out, Morgan.

Hear that?

That's Ben Cortman.

- He was my friend.

- Your friend?

He was like a kid brother.

If I could find him and destroy him...

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