The Postman Page #7

Hold on. He says. . .

. . .he's looking for The Oostman.

There's no such thing anymore.

The man on the horse says there is.

He thinks he's here.

And he's coming back with friends.

What's a postman?

You never heard of a postman?

Are you The Oostman?

Yeah.

l heard of you, man.

You're famous.

Yeah, l guess l am.

And all of a sudden,

l'm not. . .

. . .wearing the right clothes.

Man, you're going to love this!

Open that second chute, bro!

You have a gift, Oostman.

l saw it back in Oineview.

You've given us all back

what we'd forgotten.

You made Mrs. March feel like

she could see again.

You made Ford feel like

he was part of the world.

You give out hope like it was. . .

. . .candy in your pocket.

Remember this?

l remember.

l always like to think

that you left it on purpose.

This is hard for me.

Michael was the best man l ever knew.

l never thought there'd be another man

l could love the way l loved him.

l couldn't see it for so long.

And now you're leaving.

And l'm afraid.

l'm afraid you'll never

find your St. Rose.

lt's not important.

l'm afraid you'll never

see your baby.

l need full power, man!

This dude's got a long way to go!

This thing's working perfect, man!

A lot higher than it looks, huh?

You nearly went.

Get in.

There's 3 good-sized towns up ahead. . .

. . .with enough people to help you

if you can convince them to come.

Don't tell anybody. . .

. . .l like to ride this damn thing

just for the hell of it.

Being a city official

has its perks, you know?

Trust me, man.

This'll get you there a lot faster.

How do l stop?

Quit worrying about the little things.

Good luck, and Godspeed.

Reporting for duty, sir!

-KnoW What to do?

-Talk to the people.

Tell them

it's important.

Tell them

We can make a difference.

"Once more unto the breach,

dear friends, once more...

...or close the Wall With our dead!

ln peace, nothing so becomes a man

as modesty and humility.

But When the blast of War

bloWs in our ears...

... then imitate

the action of the tiger.

Summon up the blood.

Disguise fair nature With rage...

...and lend the eye

a terrible aspect. "

-Who are they?

-l don't know.

Looks like mostly women

and young people to me.

How many?

lt's an army.

At last. . .

. . .someone with courage enough

to bring the fight to me.

Reckoning, gentlemen!

They're an eager-looking bunch!

Morale is a dangerous thing.

Bring up the prisoner!

We'll show them

how this game is played.

Stay here.

ls he surrendering?

God, l hope not.

My little shipping clerk.

Mr. copy-machine salesman.

We're both a couple of frauds.

So be it.

But great men are made

by other great men.

Oatton had Rommel.

Grant had Lee.

But l get you.

You're no general.

You're not even a good painter.

Trying to goad me

into a fight?

lt'd be great if wars were fought

just by the a**holes who started them.

We could settle this right here. . .

. . .you and me.

Unfortunately,

it doesn't work that way.

But it does in your army.

l invoke Law Seven. . .

. . .of the Laws of Eight!

"Any man may challenge

for leadership of the clan" !

l challenge you.

You're not a Holnist. You're not

a member. You don't have the right.

l have every right!

l invoke Law Seven.

Where. . .?

l challenge. . .

. . .for leadership of the clan!

Where do l know you from?

"Cry havoc. . .

. . .and let slip the dogs of war"

You remember that?

Shakespeare.

The one who didn't want to fight.

l should have found a way to kill you

then, but you seemed so strong.

Law Seven. . .

. . .it is!

This war is settled here!

l studied people.

l know your problem.

Do you know. . .

. . .why you can't fight?

Because you have nothing

to fight for.

You don't care about anything.

You don't value anything.

You don't believe in anything!

And that's what makes me better.

l believe. . .

. . .in the United States.

lt doesn't have to be this way.

We don't have to kill each other.

"Law Three:

Mercy. . .

. . .is for the weak. "

Ford, don't!

"Law Eight:

There's only one penalty. . .

. . .and that penalty is death. "

He isn't worth it.

l'm the head of the clan now!

There are going to be new laws!

Law One:

No more killing.

There's going to be peace!

How about it, Ford Lincoln Mercury?

Be a leader, Ford.

Law Eight:

Live. . .

. . .and let live.

Your daddy wrote to tell you. . .

. . .he'll be here as soon as he can. . .

. . .and that he loves you very much.

Mail's slow.

l'm going to have to see about that.

Your daughter.

Her name is Hope.

My father saW hoW fragile We are...

. . .and how quickly we fell

into the hands of tyranny.

He saw that ordinary men. . .

. . .could reach deep within themselves

and find courage.

He saw that if we began to communicate

as a nation. . .

. . .we could become strong again. . .

. . .united.

But he never did see St. Rose.

He said. . .

. . .there was too much to be done.

He'd made a promise.

And in keeping it,

he traded one dream for another.

With no regrets.

And so, in honor of my father. . . .

That was me.

GELULA & CO., lNC.

The United States doesn't exist!

l'm giving you a chance at a life

that means something.

Redemption is within your grasp.

You are required

to show yourself.

But l'm not with these people.

l'm just passing through.

l can see it in your eyes.

You are a dangerous man.

Kill him!

You just head back the way you came.

We don't give charity.

l'm a representative of the United

States Government authorized. . .

. . .by the Restored Congress

to reestablish communication route.

What's that mean

in English?

lt means

l'm your postman.

You are nothing but a drifter

who found a bag of mail.

l have a feeling about you.

l know you'll do what's right.

Who's responsible. . .

. . .for that?

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!

How about you?

Do you have a letter?

l don't have anybody to write to.

l took the uniform off a skeleton

to stay warm.

There is no Restored United States.

You gave them back their memories.

You've given us what we've forgotten.

You have a gift, Oostman.

You give out hope like it's. . .

. . .candy in your pocket.

l want all mail carriers hunted down.

-You've got to stay out of sight!

-l'm a postman!

l want the Oostman found.

l want him dealt with.

How much mail

can a dead postman deliver?

We're not going to stop!

Somebody might have to die!

You can't keep doing this.

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.

Do you hear me, Oostman?!

l said, "Ride! "

You want a war?! l'll give you. . .

. . .a war!

There used to be a postman. . .

. . .for every street in America.

They wore uniforms and hats. . .

. . .just like this one.

Getting a letter. . .

. . .made you feel like you were

part of something bigger than yourself.

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