The Postman Page #5

That's why you should have it.

l knew you could walk.

You're weird.

Know that?

We walked on the moon once, Abby.

So?

What good is that now?

Obviously you've forgotten. . .

. . .Tang and. . .

. . .microwave ovens and. . . .

Your face looks pretty.

l mean. . .

. . .not so bruised.

Look. . .

. . .there's something

you'd better know.

You're going to find out soon enough.

l'm pregnant.

lt's Michael's baby.

You're just the body father.

How do you know it's mine. . .

. . .not Bethlehem's?

He tried with me almost every night.

He couldn't do it. . .

. . .so he beat me.

Said it was my fault.

l'm sorry, Abby.

What is it?

What's wrong?

ls it the baby?

The pass is clear.

What happened?

Good, you got our stuff out.

Of course.

What?

l don't understand.

l set the fire.

Did you think we'd stay here forever?

No.

l'd appreciate it if you'd walk with me

to find someplace safe for the baby. . .

. . .then we can split up.

You shaved.

Looks nice.

You're really weird!

You know that?

You ever heard of St. Rose, Abby?

l've heard people talk.

l've heard lots of names. . .

. . .Bliss, Hesperia, and New Eden.

Sheriff Briscoe says it's a fantasy.

He's wrong.

St. Rose is out there. . .

. . .and l'm going to find it.

But you're The Oostman.

l'm nobody, Abby.

This is what l hate.

Strangers.

Do you say hi,

or do you blow their heads off?

Do they want to share what they got

or take what you have?

lf they want to take, how far

are you willing to go to stop them?

All right, that's far enough.

We don't want any trouble.

Me neither, mister.

What are you?

Carrier 1 8. . .

. . .U.S. Oostal Service.

Got any mail?

That's impossible.

Ain't you heard of The Oostman?

No.

Tell us.

He's only the greatest man

who ever lived.

He crossed the wasteland. . .

. . .shook his fist at the enemy. . .

. . .and spit in the eye

of General Bethlehem himself.

He's back east

with Oresident Starkey right now.

Who told you all this?

Oostmaster Ford Lincoln Mercury.

He's in direct contact

with the restored Congress.

Direct contact?!

l don't believe this!

Carrier camp!

Carrier camp!

Gather around, everybody!

Come on, gather around.

Got another letter here.

lt came in last night.

-What's all this?

-The Oostman sent Ford another letter.

He's going to read it.

"Hello, all postal carriers.

l'm here in Minneapolis

with Oresident Starkey. . .

. . .but my thoughts are with you.

Remember. . .

. . .nothing worth doing

can be done overnight.

Keep your chins up

and do your best not to get shot.

Signed. . .

. . .The Oostman" !

His letters are always kind of short.

Hold on!

There's a O.S.

Does anybody know

what O.S. stands for?

-Holy sh*t!

-That would be H.S., Eddie.

No, l saw him once

when l lived in Oineview.

lt's The Oostman.

Guess you want to talk about this.

l found him!

"Minneapolis"?

"O.S. Ford knows what to do"?

What is this?

What is all this?

What the hell--

l lied!

l told people you were

in direct contact with me.

-Why?

-Because l didn't want it to end.

Look. . .

. . .l don't know how long l can stay.

l mean. . .

. . .Oresident Starkey. . .

. . .he's going to send word for me

one day and then l'll have to move on.

Do you understand?

But you'll stay

until he sends word, right?

Don't do that.

Hands down.

You're staying till Oresident Starkey

sends word, right?

Yes!

Until he sends word. Right.

Could you say a few words

just so they know it's really you?

lt's me.

Coming down.

We bring all the mail here first.

We sort it.

We group it.

Then it goes out.

So far, we got 30 routes.

You spelled "tyranny" wrong.

Boy!

He's smart.

From the swift completion. . .

. . .of their appointed rounds.

Congratulations.

You are now U.S. postal carriers.

How old are you?

l'm 68, sir.

Can l ask you a question?

Can you ride?

No.

Can't walk too good either.

So why are you here?

l know stuff.

Where did you get that?

A girl with eyes as big as saucers. . .

. . .did me in a little town

called Saigon.

Ford wants me to have his place.

Said it's the best.

l'm on the other side.

l got plenty of room here.

So much for the uniform theory.

He was captured on the Oregon border.

Who the hell are you?

Carrier 1 2.

United States Oostal Service.

l want the camp struck at dawn.

We'll be moving north!

You spelled "tyranny" wrong.

l wish they'd stop saluting.

Just stay safe.

Remember. . .

. . .the mailman's more important

than the mail.

Boy, he's smart.

When l was a kid we used to turn

our hat around backwards.

Thought it was cool.

Jesus Christ!

Damn!

l missed him.

What's the name of this town?

We never named it.

l officially declare. . .

. . .Oostal Station Number 1 0. . .

. . .in Elvis, Oregon. . .

. . .open for business.

From now on you got to get your mail

down there, okay?

This one doesn't work.

Read it again.

Are you sure?

Yes.

"Dearest Mom:

What a miracle to hear from you. "

Stuff is getting better.

Stuff is getting better every day.

l don't know who you are. . .

. . .but l do know

l was wrong about you.

Got a letter for you too, Sheriff.

lt's from my sister.

Thought she was dead.

You thought wrong.

Would you like to dance?

Well, they say that you can never

Never go back home

And if you're bound to Wander

You're bound to be alone

You say l got no right

To feel What l feel

When l look into your eyes

Want to dance?

But that l dream of you

Most every night

Comes as no surprise

Well, l've been

Out on this road for so long

Far and Wide

Do l roam

But something in your smile tells me

l'm almost home

l Was lost in the dark

All alone

Till the light

ln your eyes shoWed me

l Was almost

Home is Where the heart is

And my heart goes With you

l Would travel till the end of time

lf that's What l have to do

Just to spend one night

Till your sWeet love light

Come doWn

Shining doWn on me

Hello.

Who do you talk to?

Not a soul in 7 years of trying. . .

. . .but l will.

Want some?

No, thanks.

Don't let the kids see that.

You go ahead, take a look.

l was an aerospace engineer.

l helped design

the Galileo Space Station.

No sh*t?

No sh*t.

l dream it's orbiting

the Earth forever. . .

. . .with a dozen human skeletons. . .

. . .all grinning at each other. . .

. . .laughing at us down here.

-What is it?

-lt's Tony.

He's overdue.

That makes 5.

All on southern routes.

Just children.

You bring me children.

l want a man.

We got births and. . .

. . .deaths.

Got weather.

Mostly gossip.

There's nothing here.

Nothing?

Everything. . .

. . .is here.

Am l the only one who sees that?!

What?

A military man,

especially a commander. . .

. . .should keep a journal.

After he's gone,

it's the only real defense. . .

. . .against the slander

that later arises.

Tell me about the other stuff you know.

Sh*t!

Get rid of the bodies.

l don't want these people blamed

for what we did.

Neither snoW, nor rain,

nor gloom of night...

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