Land of the Dead Page #3

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Isn't it your time?

For Fiddler's Green?

DeMora, supplies unit.

What's in them boxes?

Essential supplies.

For Kaufman.

Mark your calendars.

Mr. Kaufman

cordially invites...

residents of the Green

to a masked ball...

on the eve of Allhallows.

It is strictly forbidden

to come as you are.

It's expensive. Look at that.

You like it?

I could tell.

Can I ask you to stop, sir?

Quitting time, Deke.

You're going to need this

to get back in.

When I said quitting time,

I meant quitting time.

Hey, baby.

"The only way to the Father,

is through me," sayeth the Lord.

So, Riley, you

want to go get a drink?

Just look at me. You can

tell I could use a drink.

You know, Charlie,

why don't you go ahead?

I'll catch up.

Where are you going?

I got to see a man

about a car.

A car?

All right.

Here's the deal.

Rivers protect us on two sides.

Bridges are all blocked up.

The only overland access

is here, called the "Throat. "

And these fences

go all the way across?

Half a mile, both ways.

Stench. High noon.

Sh*t.

They don't

come around here much anymore.

It's like they've learned

they can't get in.

Take his f***ing face off.

How long are you going

to let Kaufman push you around?

You like shining his shoes,

pressing his pants?

He didn't build that place.

He just took it over.

Kept the best for himself, and

left us with a slum to live in.

But if there's enough of us,

if all of you would join up...

we could make this

a fit place to live in.

Dad, look who's here.

Riley Denbo!

I used to work with him.

Bringing in toothpicks for the

bastards to pick at their gums.

And food and other stuff,

for all of us.

Come in with us, Riley.

Both of you.

Together we'd be unstoppable.

No one's unstoppable,

Mulligan.

You're worried about being

locked out. Now, you see that?

I can't help but think

we're all locked in.

I'm looking for

a world where there's no fences.

Here. Antibiotics for your boy. Thanks.

You all right, Son?

I'm fine, Dad.

Hey, easy, easy, Knipp! Easy.

Mr. DeMora. Mr. Kaufman

isn't home. And I heard...

That.

I called Security.

They should be here.

Yeah, I got it.

Where are you?

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, God, he killed himself.

All right, lady, I need you to

down, okay? Try to keep it together.

Who are you? Are you Security?

No, I'm not Security.

Then, who the hell are you?

I work for Kaufman. All right, lady,

I just need you to calm down, please.

What are you doing with that?

Lady, you know

what I have to do. I'm sorry.

Dad!

He's gonna turn, lady.

No, he won't. Please.

No, he's okay. Please,

we don't have a choice.

Don't make this anymore

difficult than it has to be.

He's gonna turn,

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