The Postman Page #6

... through bandit's hell,

through firefight...

... through flood and plague

We cannot fail...

...no Holnist trash

Will stop the mail.

You are now U.S. Oostal Carriers.

They changed the oath.

Ford's idea.

Figures.

They don't think to ask

who they're replacing. . .

. . .or why.

Sir?

lt'd be an honor

if l could shake your hand.

Do l know you?

l don't think so.

Good luck, then.

Nice kid.

He'll probably be dead in a week.

Now that is not your fault.

You're exhausted. You need rest.

There's food--

-Where are you going?

-Route 22.

You're grounded.

Get off the horse.

You know the rule.

What rule?

Get off the horse.

But they're waiting on--

Get off the goddamn horse!

l'll tie him off to this one.

You can't keep doing this!

-Doing what?

-Riding all the routes.

You're not saving anybody.

Did l ever tell you

how l got to be a postman?

l don't know if you'd laugh

or cry.

What is it?

Watch out!

We got fire! Move!

-"Oostage due. "

-Elvis patrol.

You want a war?

You want a war?!

l'll give you. . .

. . .a war!

l was. . .

. . .born for it!

You murderers!

You think you can ride?!

Then today's your lucky day!

Bethlehem says...

...he's headed north.

He's going to kill 10 people

in every toWn...

... then burn it to the ground

for What you did.

He said that PinevieW's on his Way.

He'd wait there for you,

but not for long.

l was so scared, sir.

l thought

they were going to kill me too.

See?

We're too late. l told you.

What're you going to do?

l'm going to stop this.

You can't.

Get out of the way, Ford.

All of you!

They'll kill you!

Hold him!

Stop it!

-You're hurting him!

-l'm not!

Yes, you are!

l'm not!

l'm not hurting him.

This is all my doing.

l went against your orders.

You told me to bury the dead Holnists,

but l sent them Bethlehem.

Why?

Bethlehem has to know

we won't stop!

Goddamn it, Ford!

Those people are dying because of us!

They're dying because of what we did.

They're not!

They're dying because of Bethlehem. . .

. . .because this is a shitty world!

lf we're going to change it. . .

. . .then someone might have to die.

lf l could make it be me down there,

l would, but l can't!

No! Olease!

-You, out here!

-Hold her!

Olease!

He's out there somewhere.

Watching.

l can feel it.

You feel it too, don't you?

lt didn't have to end

like this, Sheriff!

He knew where l'd be

if he wanted to face me like a man!

lnstead he's hiding. . .

. . .like a rabbit!

So much for your Oostman!

Lieutenant!

Ready!

We don't even know their names.

We know their names.

l think that's my dad.

Aim!

Ride, Oostman!

Ride!

You hear me?!

l said, "Ride! "

Fire!

My God, what have l done?

What Ford did was wrong!

But it doesn't change anything. . .

. . .for any of us, does it?

ls this everybody?

The rest are on the overdue list.

Then this is everybody.

Got a letter from the Oresident.

"Greetings, all carriers. "

Greetings, Oresident Starkey!

"l've been in contact with The Oostman.

And l've received all the reports.

l'm proud of you all.

ln dark days,

in a weary world. . .

. . .you gave everything

and asked for nothing.

You beat back despair

and replaced it with hope.

For that, your country

can never repay you.

But the price is too high. . .

. . .and l won't see any more

of my bravest die.

lt is my duty to hereby disband. . .

. . .the Oostal Service

of the Restored United States.

You are to burn your uniforms. . .

. . .and The Oostman

is to return to Minneapolis at once.

Thank you.

And God bless you all.

The Oresident. "

The Oresident never wrote that letter.

lf he could've,

that's what he would have said.

Who's the other letter to?

Bethlehem.

-l'm taking it to him in the morning.

-What's it say?

-Mail's private, you know that.

-What does it say?

lt says it's over.

lt says we quit.

lt says you quit!

What about the oath?

Tell me something, Ford.

How much mail

can a dead postman deliver?

lt's over.

Then l'll take it.

l can't trust you.

lf this is the end. . .

. . .if this is the last piece of mail

that ever gets delivered. . .

. . .l'll take it.

Whoever delivers this letter, Ford,

probably dies for it.

l'm still a postman!

You owe it to me.

l owe it to me.

lt's not Ford's fault.

He's not like you. He doesn 't have

your memories. None of them do.

This is all they have.

-lt's the only decent thing they know.

-What?

Being a postman?

lt's all bullshit, Abby.

All of it.

l took the uniform off a skeleton

to stay warm.

l made up the rest to stay fed.

There is no. . .

. . .Restored United States.

l figured it was something like that.

l'm going to St. Rose.

l'm taking you with me.

l've already packed your horse.

l know you don't want to hear it. . .

. . .but that's my child inside you.

l want to see it born somewhere safe.

l thought l recognized you.

General Bethlehem said you should be

on your knees when l do this.

l don't give a damn

what that a**hole said.

The general is a great man!

The general is a f***ing lunatic.

You want to see a man?

That's a man.

You ready?

Yes.

You're a better man than Bethlehem.

l've seen it.

"To Bethlehem.

This letter is my testimony...

... to the fact that there is no...

...Restored United States...

. . .and there is no postal service. "

He expects me to believe this?

lt's true.

l was there.

He disbanded the carriers. . .

. . .and rode west.

Traitor!

Then l've won.

Bring the one we found yesterday.

They can die together.

You traitor!

You're a traitor!

That one's the second-in-command.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

l was thinking, sir. . .

. . .he might be more valuable to us

as a prisoner.

You were supposed to kill him. . .

. . .weren't you?

l couldn't get close enough.

Who are you?

My name's Clark.

Oostal Carrier

for the Restored Republic of California.

Who are you?

Oostmaster Ford Lincoln Mercury.

lt's an honor.

Wait!

Wait a minute.

Hold your fire.

You two don't know each other?

This'll never be over.

lt'll go on.

Except l'll be fighting

a goddamn ghost.

-Should we fire, sir?

-No, goddamn it!

l won't fight a ghost.

Tabula...

...rasa...

. . .gentlemen.

A clean slate.

l want all mail carriers hunted down.

l want The Oostman found.

l want him dealt with.

Colonel, organize the scouts.

You said he rode west?

And this is his second-in-command?

Yes, sir!

l'll keep you to bargain with.

The Oostman is weak that way.

Set your rifle on the ground!

Set it on the ground.

What? This old thing?

lt isn't even loaded.

Where are we?

You're in Bridge City. . .

. . .where we don't allow guns.

The sentry said you were coming.

l know you. You're. . .

. . .famous.

l was once. . .

. . .sort of. . .

. . .kind of.

Not anymore.

Looking to cross?

We will be.

Right now we'd appreciate some food.

Okay.

There are some kids behind us.

How many?

Come on in, guys!

l know you're out there.

-Wait. Just wait.

-What did he want?

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