help
one another, those that were left.
We tried to clean things up,
set things straight.
We buried things and burned.
Then it came to me
that we were chosen...
Chosen for just this work.
To bury what was dead,
to burn what was evil...
to destroy what was dangerous.
You're barbarians.
Barbarians?
You call us barbarian?
This is an honorable name.
We mean to cancel the world
you civilized people made.
We will erase history from the time...
that machinery and weapons
threatened more than they offered.
And when you die...
the last living reminder of hell
will be gone.
Gone.
Brother Zachary.
We are ready, brother.
- Here is evil.
- Evil.
Is this not the place,
where all the dead were burned?
And this is the last of the dead.
And what shall we do with him,
my brethren?
Burn.
- The dark!
- Turn off the light!
Get those lights out!
Give us the dark!
Bring back the dark!
Who the hell are you?
Shut up.
He's gone!
Find him. That's an order!
- Find him!
- Go, man, go!
Move!
You son of a bitch, just hold tight.
Up against the wall, you mother.
Don't turn. Just stand.
I'll turn you when I want.
On or off, up or around, I'll turn you.
Now cool it!
Now, put your hands out.
Way out about shoulder high,
like they're gonna crucify you, baby.
Matter of fact, they were gonna roast me.
Why'd you stop 'em?
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.
You got any more questions, fathead?
My name is Robert.
Your name's mud.
Down the tunnel!
After him!
Back!
Okay, hold it. Open it up.
- You. You're the...
- Your living Playtex doll.
Now come on, man. Get the bike.
Move! Pull it out!
- You really plan ahead.
- It helps.
Now look, you gotta run this thing,
you understand, but I'm the ramrod.
Those stadium lights,
how'd you manage that?
- Dutch knows all about that stuff.
- Dutch?
Come on, man. Get on the bike.
Don't screw up. I know how to roll,
but it's hard on the elbows.
And if you just have to play James Bond...
I'll bust your ass.
Yes, ma'am.
Don't let him get away!
Goddamn it, left, and step on it!
Move! Down the tunnel, man.
Hit it. They're blinded.
Okay, baby. Hitch up your drawers.
- I thought we'd gotten past that.
- You're sweet.
It's okay, Tommy.
This is the man, and I mean the man.
But he's cool. It's okay.
Come on, man.
This is it. That's all there is.
At least all we know of.
There are others, I guess, if Matthias
and his brethren haven't killed them all.
I didn't know there were any left.
Between the Family at night
and you in the daytime...
shooting at anything that moved,
man, we had to stay low.
I had to stay alive.
The mad bomber himself.
And I see you got the mad scientist.
- You know me?
- And about your work.
My work?
Biowar pathology perimeters
in urban and semi-urban environments.
Journal of Military Medicine, June, 1974.
Incremental effects, countermeasures to
toxic agents, and liquid systems delivery.
Microbiological Letters,
January, 1975. Remember?
That's a nice recitation.
You know what it means?
I was a med-school senior
when they scratched the world.
As a matter of fact, I was gonna apply
to Biowar Labs for my post-doc...
- But the next term never came.
- Sorry you didn't make it.
Sorry the world didn't make it.
Come on. Let's go see about Richie.
Lisa's brother. He looks like
he's about to go over.
You've only seen the tertiary cases,
Matthias and his people.
We're not that far gone,
but we're on the road.
The yellow brick road.
We're off to see the wizard.
When it hit, the older people either died
or went to the third stage fast...
you know, blindness in light, albinism...
psychotic illusions, occasional stages of
torpor, like Matthias and the things there.
- What about you? Why didn't you get it?
- I don't know.
Some of the younger people
have a kind of...
resistance.
I don't know, we just hold out.
Some of us are a bit light-sensitive,
otherwise, we're all right.
But