1994 television miniseries "The Stand" Disc 2 DVD video: [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
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Larry Underwood: We got a message for your little tin god.
Barry Dorgan: Tin god? Tin god. Man, that's funny. I spent twenty two years on the Santa Monica P.D., and I know what happens when guys like you end up running the show. We haven't got a single addict in Vegas. Can your people say the same?
Glen Bateman: Mr. Dorgan, even a man of your apparently limited intelligence should be able to see that your experiences with a few battered babies and drug abusers doesn't justify your embrace of a monster.
Barry Dorgan: [ backhand slaps Glen Batemen knocking him to the ground ]
Larry Underwood: Oh, that's great. Very good. You get the Rodney King Humanitarian Award for the day, pal
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The Trial
After Susan was arrested for the murders of Michael and Alex, she was held without bail at the York County Jail. On the evening that Susan was arrested, Bev and Linda Russell hired David Bruck, a Columbia, South Carolina attorney
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The Stand - The Complete & Uncut Edition [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
They were less than a mile from the cruisers now. “They’re not going to shoot us outright,” Ralph said. “They would have done it already.”
Now they could discern faces, and Larry searched them curiously. One was heavily bearded. Another was young but mostly bald—must have been a bummer for him to start losing his hair while he was still in school, Larry thought. Another was wearing a bright yellow tank top with a picture of a grinning camel on it, and below the camel the word SUPERHUMP in scrolled, old-fashioned letters. Another of them had the look of an accountant. He was fiddling with a .357 Magnum, and he looked three times as nervous as Larry felt; he looked like a man who was going to blow off one of his own feet if he didn’t settle down.
“They don’t look no different from our guys,” Ralph said.
“Sure they do,” Glen answered. “They’re all packing iron.”
They approached to within twenty feet of the police cars blocking the road. Larry stopped, and the others stopped with him. There was a dead moment of silence as Flagg’s men and Larry’s band of pilgrims looked each other over. Then Larry Underwood said mildly: “How-do.”
The little man who looked like a CPA stepped forward. He was still twiddling with the Magnum. “Are you Glendon Bateman, Lawson Underwood, Stuart Redman, and, Ralph Brentner?”
“Say, you dummy,” Ralph said, “can’t you count?”
Someone snickered. The CPA type flushed. “Who’s missing?”
Larry said, “Stu met with an accident on the way here. And I do believe you’re going to have one yourself if you don’t stop fooling with that gun.”
There were more snickers. The CPA managed to tuck the pistol into the waistband of his gray slacks, which made him look more ridiculous than ever; a Walter Mitty outlaw daydream.
“My name is Paul Burlson,” he said, “and by virtue of the power vested in me, I arrest you and order you to come with me.”
“In whose name?” Glen said immediately.
Burlson looked at him with contempt… but the contempt was mixed with something else. “You know who I speak for.”
“Then say it.”
But Burlson was silent.
“Are you afraid?” Glen asked him. He looked at all eight of them. “Are you so afraid of him you don’t dare speak his name? Very well, I’ll say it for you. His name is Randall Flagg, also known as the dark man, also known as the tall man, also known as the Walkin Dude. Don’t some of you call him that?” His voice had climbed to the high, clear octaves of fury. Some of the men looked uneasily at each other and Burlson fell back a step. “Call him Beelzebub, because that’s his name, too. Call him Nyarlahotep and Ahaz and Astaroth. Call him R’yelah and Seti and Anubis. His name is legion and he’s an apostate of hell and you men kiss his ass.” His voice dropped to a conversational pitch again; he smiled disarmingly. “Just thought we ought to have that out front.”
“Grab them,” Burlson said. “Grab them all and shoot the first one that moves.”
For one strange second no one moved at all and Larry thought: They’re not going to do it, they’re as afraid of us as we are of them, more afraid, even though they have guns —
He looked at Burlson and said, “Who are you kidding, you little scumbucket? We want to go. That’s why we came.”
Then they moved, almost as though it was Larry who had ordered them. He and Ralph were bundled into the back of one cruiser, Glen into the back of the other. They were behind a steel mesh grill. There were no inside doorhandles.
We’re arrested, Larry thought. He found that the idea amused him.
Four men smashed into the front seat. The cruiser backed up, turned around, and began to head west. Ralph sighed.
“Scared?” Larry asked him in a low voice.
“I’ll be frigged if I know. It feels so-good to be off m’dogs, I can’t tell.”
One of the men in front said: “The old man with the big mouth. He in charge?”
“No. I am.”
“What’s your name?”
“Larry Underwood. This is Ralph Brentner. The other guy is Glen Bateman.” He looked out the back window. The other cruiser was behind them.
“What happened to the fourth guy?”
“He broke his leg. We had to leave him.”
“Tough go, all right. I’m Barry Dorgan. Vegas security.”
Larry felt an absurd response, Pleased to meet you, rise to his lips and had to smile a little.
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