The Postman Page #2

Everybody up.

You got meat tonight.

Why don't you tell Shakespeare

what kind it is?

Mule.

God-awful animal.

Sterile offspring of horse and donkey.

Can you imagine that?

There's no room in the New World

for a bastard like that.

Any man last in line

ain't hungry enough to eat.

You show up last. . .

. . .you don't eat!

l'm going to die

before l'm last in line again!

That's what they're hoping for.

Shut up! At least you're eating!

You serious?

Good.

This is good!

You want this?!

This is what you want?

Babies!

The hills are alive

With the sound of music

These were supposed to be

the best years of my life.

The Laws of Eight, gentlemen.

That is the legacy

handed down to us by Nathan Holn.

May he burn in hell.

These are the laws that we live by.

The 8. . .

. . .is our symbol.

Each man will bear it with pride.

Only then will you be part of the clan.

Sit down, gentlemen.

Law One:

You will obey orders without question.

l told you to sit.

There weren't enough chairs.

l didn't specify chairs.

You could've sat on the ground.

You disobeyed a direct order.

You broke. . .

. . .Law One.

Law Two:

Ounishment shall be swift.

Law Three:

Mercy. . .

. . .is for the weak.

Four:

Terror. . .

. . .will defeat reason.

Five:

Your allegiance is to the clan.

Six:

Justice can be dictated.

Seven:

Any clansmen may challenge

for leadership of the clan.

Does anyone

wish to challenge me?

On your feet.

Law Eight:

There's only one penalty.

Death.

Olease!

l'm begging you!

You will get out of this army

what you put into it.

Work and you'll be fed.

Fight and you'll be respected.

Die and you'll be remembered.

You thinking of challenging

for leadership?

No, sir.

l'm a follower. . .

. . .not a leader.

You got a smart mouth. . .

. . .Shakespeare.

You see Colonel Getty

always following the General?

He was the last man ever to challenge.

Fight lasted 6 seconds. . .

. . .but he didn't kill him.

Cut off his tongue. . .

. . .then he cut off his balls.

And old Getty's been following him

around like a dog ever since.

Fall out!

The General don't see it. . .

. . .but l say

you've got some n*gger in you.

They're yours?

A solitary man, aren't you?

Binoculars to watch life from a distance

and Shakespeare. . .

. . .to read about it,

instead of living it.

No offense, but you seem

to have read Shakespeare. . .

. . .yourself.

lf he wishes to rise

above mere thuggery. . .

. . .a military commander

must be classically educated. . .

. . .philosophy and history,

even a sense of the dramatic.

What do you think that l did

before the war?

Do you think

that l was in the army?

l sold copying machines.

l was a salesman. . .

. . .with the talent to lead men,

devise and execute a battle plan. . .

. . .locked away inside.

lf Nathan Holn hadn't come along,

l'd still be selling copying machines.

Can you imagine. . .

. . .the wasted life?

Can you imagine the magnitude of that?

But war. . .

. . .war gives men like me a chance.

Here.

"The prize is often left unclaimed.

We must have the courage to grasp it. . .

. . .for fortune always favors the bold. "

He always inspires me.

l have a design for the future.

A master plan.

l will need able officers

to help me carry it out.

You have the intelligence.

lf your heart matches. . .

. . .you will go far.

We'll talk more in weeks to come.

Dismissed.

Captain!

We'll be moving out tomorrow.

lssue those binoculars to a scout.

And the book, sir?

Burn it.

Quit moving!

What happened?

-What happened? What'd he say?

-Nothing.

Did he say anything about me?

No!

-l'm getting out of here.

-What are you talking about?

-Escaping.

-What?!

You ever hear of St. Rose?

lt's on the coast.

-lt's a paradise.

-We can't.

We could!

Between the 3 of us we could.

l can't.

l like it here.

l like being a part of something.

Take a point!

Some of the men shot a lion.

They crawled into the thicket.

One of you dogs earned a treat.

Over there.

Those men hunted a lion this morning.

Must've been a goddamn zoo here

before the war.

Anyway, a third man went in after it.

We don't know

if he's alive or dead.

l want a volunteer.

One of you

is going in there after him.

l'll go.

l guess size

ain't a measure of courage.

ls it?

l don't think so, Captain!

Come out alive,

you get a lion steak!

Maybe you'll find your St. Rose

over there.

What the hell are you waiting for,

Christmas?

Why are you stopping?

l found him.

He got him.

Let's go.

Hurry up!

You still got a lion to bag!

You men get back in line!

-There he is!

-Shoot him!

ln the water.

Come back without him. . .

. . .and you and another man

will die in his place.

Go! Go!

l'll get him!

Go!

Don't.

Just let me go.

l don't want to be a part of your army.

My army?

l like the sound of that.

l got him!

l'm sorry.

How come. . .

. . .you wrecked it. . .

. . .for me?

lt's me or you.

What?

lt doesn't have to be.

We can go together.

You and me.

Good boy!

Good boy.

Get him.

Finish it!

Get him.

That's it.

Get him, damn it!

"No harness on my back. "

Bleeding?

Well, bleeder. . .

. . .you want your St. Rose?

l'll give you your St. Rose.

How you doing?

You shouldn't have.

Here's a piece of good neWs.

Jerry's decided to go to school. . .

. . .to get his contractor's license.

Good, Jerry.

And little Jimmy wants his grandpa

to know that he lost. . .

. . .a tooth.

Thanks for being there for me.

"Turn-ons:

Men in uniform. "

Greetings. . .

. . .Oineview, Oregon.

You just head back the way you came.

Oineview ain't buying

and we ain't listening. . .

. . .and we don't give charity.

Really?

Civilian, l'm on official business.

l demand entry

into the town of Oineview.

What the hell are you talking about?

l'm through talking to you, buddy-boy.

Get someone with the authority

to open this gate.

That's him.

l'm Sheriff Briscoe.

Who the hell are you?

l'm a representative

of the United States government.

Authorized by. . .

. . .Order 41 7 of the Restored Congress

to reestablish. . .

. . .communication route. . .

. . .in ldaho and. . .

. . .lower Oregon.

What's that mean in English?

l'm your postman.

Hand me your gun.

Beg your pardon.

Understand that. . .

. . .tampering with or obstructing

the mail is a federal offense. . .

. . .and the Bolin Act

requires that you provide. . .

. . .all mail carriers with. . .

. . .sanctuary and. . .

. . .nutri--

Food!

You got 3 seconds

to get out of here.

You know Jerry the contractor?

Wait a minute.

l'll get something out of my bag.

Did you say one?

One.

"Oaul Davis. . .

. . . 1 24 Oineview. "

Never heard of him.

Two.

"Lily May Reno,

Three.

"lrene March,

Did he say my name?

l'm lrene March.

l have a letter for you.

Would you read it?

l'm sure it's personal.

-Olease, someone has to.

-l'll read it, Mom.

We're delivering old stockpiles. . .

. . .but l'll accept

all new correspondence.

"Dear lrene:

Sorry l haven't written.

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