The Postman Page #4

West. . .

. . .then l'll work my way. . .

. . .back here,

sort of a figure eight.

Times seem hard right now.

But you got to believe

things are getting better.

Birds are migrating again.

The rains are back.

Stuff's. . . .

Stuff's getting better.

O beautiful

For spacious skies

For amber Waves of grain

Sh*t!

You've got a hell of a nerve,

whoever you are.

Did you see Abby around this morning?

This is as far as l go.

You're on your own.

God shed his grace on thee

And croWn thy good

With brotherhood

Are you really

who you say you are?

lf l come back with some mail. . .

. . .you'll know.

Goddamn it!

What are you looking at?

Everything.

They don't usually look at me.

Who is responsible. . .

. . .for that?

l said. . .

. . . "Who's responsible. . .

. . .for that?! "

Holnists, Johnny.

You got to stay--

-You got to stay out of sight.

-l'm a postman!

And l'm not running from anybody!

Stay out of this,

or l will lock you up myself.

You'll be responsible.

Now set that flag on fire.

Throw it through the window

of your post office.

Do it, Michael.

lt's all right, Michael.

Throw it.

The United States. . .

. . .doesn't exist!

That flag is an abomination!

There was the strangest little goat

and it was behind a fence and it. . . .

l looked at it and it had a color to it.

Good.

Everything.

l was amazed.

lt was. . . .

Good Lord!

That, gentlemen. . .

. . .is a first-rate piece of ass.

Tell the sheriff to introduce me.

She doesn't belong in this mudhole.

Excuse me.

You again!

That's my wife, General.

She's a married woman.

Really?

Do you know what system of government

we have here?

We have what is known as a feudal

system, like in the Middle Ages.

That's lords and vassals.

That's you and me.

Now those lords. . .

. . .they had some ideas.

They believed that

if a vassal got married. . .

. . .it was the lord's right. . .

. . .his right. . .

. . .to sleep with the bride

on the wedding night.

Me and Abby

have been married 3 years.

l'm sorry, but l wasn't invited

to the wedding.

You've already done me one favor, son.

Don't let this be a black mark

on an otherwise perfect record.

We'll be civilized about this.

l want you to give me your blessing.

Sir, l can't.

You can't?

You can't.

"Can't. "

We had a great nation once.

Know what made it great?

"l can. "

Till the weak came along.

The "l can'ts" destroyed us!

l'm going to make us strong again.

l'm going to be the father. . .

. . .of a new nation.

And do you know why. . .

. . .it will be me?

Because l can.

Stop it!

You're killing him!

Let me go!

Olease, let me go!

Help him, somebody!

Olease!

You didn't have to--!

Didn't have to what?

You bastard!

You killed him!

Your people seem seditious.

You seem seditious.

What am l seeing here?

l'm waiting!

A man came through with mail.

Said he was a postman.

Said that the government

had been restored back east.

What government?

The United States government!

Who said that?

Which way did he go?

Do not make me ask again.

East.

Send a patrol east!

Send 3 more. . .

. . .north, south and west!

They'd better find him east.

Take that damn shirt off, Johnny!

l managed to save these.

Do you want to die too?

l'm headed south with the mail.

Don't be a fool.

What should l be?

Rachel Clark.

"Charlie Sykes. "

"Graham Drewitt. "

G.D. died of flu last winter.

That's all there is.

That's all there is, folks.

For now.

But there'll be more, lots more,

once there's a real system in place.

Right?

What about New York City?

Did they survive the plague?

Survive?

They got Broadway up and running again.

There's a kid doing Andrew Floyd Webber,

you wouldn't believe.

How much is it to mail a letter?

"Mail. . . . "

They won't open the gates.

They say they got a representative

of the Restored United States in there.

They say this army is illegal.

-And they say--

-Drop dead!

And go to hell!

That's what they say.

What are you doing?!

Open the gates.

ldiots!

What're you thinking?!

The Romans. . .

. . .had an expression. . .

. . .they used to scare their children.

"Hannibal...

...ad portas!"

Hannibal. . .

. . .is at the gates.

Do you know who Hannibal was?

Of course not.

A pretty girl like you

wouldn't understand something like that.

-Let's fight them!

-With what?

We've got 5 guns,

maybe 20 rounds of ammo.

How we going to fight with that?

You don't.

Negotiate a settlement.

Give them extra supplies.

You're the government rep.

Tell them.

Right here.

Make it quick.

l've got an attack to coordinate.

They've asked me

to negotiate a peace treaty.

Do l know you?

l don't think so, sir.

You're the postman.

Aren't you?

lnside!

"U.S. Mail. "

"The Restored United States of America. "

Do these people

really believe that sh*t?!

Who are you, really?

l'm a United States postman. . .

. . .authorized by Order 41 7

of the Restored Congress.

l was at the Battle of Georgetown.

l watched the White House burn down.

Do not try to sell me. . .

. . .on any Restored United States!

The new capital is based

in Minneapolis. . .

. . .inside the Hubert Humphrey Metrodome.

You know where the Vikings

used to play?

You're funny.

What are the terms?

They'll open the gates,

give double the usual. . .

. . .just. . .

. . .don't hurt anybody.

This was all a misunderstanding.

l appreciate your offer, Mr. Oostman.

But the fact is that you're

in no position to negotiate.

These people made it through the bugs

and the riots. . .

. . .and the 3-year winters,

but they're not going to survive you.

Fire at will!

Law Six:

Justice can be. . .

. . .dictated!

Kill him, and kill

the Restored United States with him.

ln accordance with Law 8. . .

. . .and by the authority

of Emergency Order 46. . .

. . .you are hereby--

Get her!

Go on, get him!

We can't stop now.

What are you. . .?

Oh, God!

Come on down.

Don't move.

lf you had a bullet,

you'd use it.

Come on.

l don't think

l ever had water soup before.

Maybe next time

we could try it with a little sand.

Dirt.

Maybe a twig garnish.

You used to think l was funny.

They killed Michael.

l'm sorry.

How sorry are you?

What?

What's that supposed to mean?

What's with you?

You have the mark of 8 on you.

Mark doesn't mean--

You're a liar.

You were with Bethlehem.

Does that make you one of them?

Don't make me use this.

Wind's come up.

lt's getting colder too.

Must be another storm.

Anything else?

l didn't mean for you to. . . .

Your legs are going to rot off

if you don't try to walk.

-l'm hurt.

-You're lazy!

Lazy?

l got a hole in my stomach. . .

. . .and l'm weak.

The 2 big meals around here

are snow and grass. . .

. . .and we're running out of grass.

What're you doing?

Give me a break!

l'm going to check the pass.

Why are you in such a hurry?

l could think of worse places.

Or l could think of worse company.

Oerfect!

Help!

Help!

Olease!

Quick!

God, help me!

l told you that's all there was.

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