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It's been a while.
You look good.

How'd you track these guys, anyway?

I have my ways.

You gonna tell me
who your snitch is?

Nice try.

Look, I only want Trevor.

You can have the rest.

Where's your gun caddy?

Killed by gypsies
in the Thrice Burned Lands.

By gypsies.

You do look good.

You look like shit, old man.

Stewie, baby, listen.

We just gotta stick it out
a while longer.

The people will start missing
what only we can give 'em.

Yo, give me a Blue Label
on the rocks, glass of water.

Do you think they're gonna
choose the wasteland

over the comforts
of the old world?

Come out from behind the bar, bounty killer!

Another bounty warrant
approved by the Council of Nine.

This death warrant is issued
for Herbert Trevor Jones,

wanted for tax evasion,
insider trading,

employee slavery
and war crimes.

What's the matter, Trevor?

You get a dirty mug?

Shit.

Aah!

Mary, wait.

Ah, come on.

Son of a...

Are you trying to steal my kill?

Just trying to help a guy out.

You're a real pain in the ass.

You know that?

Yeah, well, at least
I don't have gun problems.

Give me that. Yeah.

I should probably
get myself a gun caddy.

- You gonna pull me up?
- No.

In the not-too-distant future,

the world powers were brought
to their knees by big business.

Fueled by power and greed,

the great titans of industry
took up arms

and set out to destroy one another,

giving rise to the corporate wars.

As the nation
spiraled into oblivion,

the top executives
abandoned their armies

and escaped with the remainder
of the world's wealth.

The great cities of the world
burned for many years.

Born from the ash was
the Council of Nine,

who vowed to rebuild
and give hope

to the survivors of the wasteland.

To avenge the corporations'
reckless destruction,

the Council issues death warrants
for all white-collar criminals.

In turn, a new breed
of mercenary hunters spawn,

the bounty killer.

From savage gypsy
to graceful assassin,

the bounty killers
compete for body count,

fame and a fat stack of cash.

They're ending the plague
of corporate greed

and providing the survivors
of the apocalypse with retribution.

These are the new heroes.

This is the age
of the bounty killer.

- We love you!
- Yes!

You don't know
what you're talking about, Henry.

Does this look
like the savior of mankind?

Mary Death?
No, it looks like misogyny.

Do you know what misogyny is?

No, you don't, because Drifter
looks like the hero of the world.

I should gun caddy for him.

I'm gonna go gun caddy for him.

So long, suckers.

See you in another life.

Excuse me, Mr. Drifter, sir,

I hear you're in need
of a gun caddy.

I am the fastest gun tosser

this side of
the Thrice Burned Lands,

and I-

Right, bounty killers only.

Look, I can do anything
you need me to do.

I- I can flute a barrel.
I can globe a sight,

trigger a blade
for single action,

double action, triple action,
round action.

I can do anything!

I know Morse code.

Boop-boop-boop.
That's an S.

I taught myself how to tie knots.

Drifter! Drifter!
- I can fish.

Billy Bloom, "Wasteland News. "

So what do you got there?
Looks like a fresh kill.

You know I don't
do interviews, Billy.

He doesn't do interviews, Billy...

- Come on.
- so just back off.

- Come on.
- Set up an appointment.

Guy like you
could use a little PR.

A great story
like this could put you

right back up on the top
where you belong.

Come on. Help me out.

I don't need a bunch of front-page photos
to prove I'm doing my job.

Oh, my God, she's here!

It's really her!

Looks like my story just arrived.

Where are they going?

They don't know
the real deal's right here.

Some broad in hooker boots.

Yay, Mary Death!

I love you.
My fans mean everything to me.

I am like a fine sommelier,

and I will choose
the right weapon for the kill.

A sommelier, huh?

Yeah. Sorry. It's like a wine-

Yeah, I know what it is.

Mary, pretty big score today.

How did you find
these Yellow Ties

when the other bounty killers
had given up?

Now, Billy, you know
I never pull out before the big kill.

I made an oath to the Council

to root out corruption
where it hides

and serve the justice to you,
the people.

And you can quote me on that.

She is fantastic.

Anyways-

No! I was kidding.

And what am I supposed to do
with this twitching twat?

He isn't dead yet!

Ohh!

Fuck sake!

Here. Take your money,

and piss off,
you pair of wankers.

Oh, thank you very much.

Oi, Drifter.

Yeah?

There, you cunt.

And what's his problem?

Bad manners and a face

that'd make his mum reach
for a hammer.

Don't usually get
gypsies this far east.

They raided a Green Tie hideout
at some caves just south of here.

Stole all the kids to brainwash 'em
into raving-mad killers.

Bloody animals, really,
the gypsies are.

Good tippers, though.
20% every time.

Oh, bleeding hell.

Oh, another headless wonder.

Come on. How am I supposed
to ID 'em without a fucking head?

Relax, Willy.
I've got his business card.

Pile of crusted rubbish
is what it is.

Oh, and it smells
like a fat man's rotten yarbles.

I shall have to deduct
some money for the lack of head.

Are you giving me shit, Willy?

It's simple, you silly sod.

No head, no bounty.

You have no idea
how far up my ass the Council is

about the state of these bodies.

Well, you know where
you can tell 'em to shove it.

Now, don't you blaspheme
the Council in here,

or you'll end up
like your pal Harry.

Harry?

Who's Harry?

Mary Death, your angel face
is a sight for these weary eyes.

Thanks, Willy, but I'm no angel.

Well, pickle my todger.

Another pile ofjustice
from Mary Death.

So who's this Harry
everyone's so wild about?

Give me that.

Oh, what's the big deal?

He's just some small-time collar.

Wait a minute.
Is this your snitch?

No.

He is. Hmm.

Very interesting.

Just let it go.

Uh-huh. All right.

- I'm serious.
- Okay.

He's all yours.

Crabby.

Hey, sorry. Just-

Holy shit!

Aah! Aah! I-

I just wanted to say
I'm the best gun caddy ever.

If you would just give me
one chance to prove it.

Bloody hell, kid.

You know this knob shiner?

It's just that what
you do means so much,

and I want to be a part of it.

Ha ha ha.
Oh, you'd be better off hiring

one of these working stiffs.

Ah, he's got guts.

All right, who have you
carried guns for?

Okay, good question.

One, Black Betty,
two, Cracker Boone-

both top bounty killers.

Drifter, did you hear that?

Black Betty and Cracker Boone.

Hmm.

Good luck, kid.

Make sure to keep
a fresh mag handy,

and, um, always stay to his left.

- Yep.
- He likes that.

Willy.

All right, all right.

Don't get your tits in a twist.

Slabbing up your bodies
is always a pleasure, my darling.

The pleasure's all mine.

Bless you, love.

See you around.

Drifter...

get this mangy mutt out of here.

You know the rules.

Just go, and gas up my bike.

We have to go find Harry.

Yep!

Oh, my God.

Gun caddy coming through!

I'm all right!

I'm all right.

I just fell down a little bit.

We see her, boss.

You know
what to do, Mr. Gunney.

Get her to join up,
or take her out.

Roger that.

Now, this snaggletoothed guy's
your informant, right?

Yeah, he's a bad guy,
but he's small-time.

He's been more valuable
to keep alive,

'cause he swims
with bigger sharks.

Two wood.
- Two wood.

So a small fish
to catch a big shark.

Shotgun!

So Mary said
she wouldn't go after your fish.

So you guys don't go
after each other's kills.

Yeah, but it doesn't mean
you can't make it

hard as hell for the other guy.

Now shut up,
and throw me the 12-gauge.

World's greatest gun caddy, huh?

Stop asking questions,
and pay attention.

I'm sorry!

Ah, I'm so sorry, baby.

I didn't know you couldn't handle
that much weight.

Heh.

I guess I've gotta carry
this whole relationship now.

I promise, no more attachments.

Just like mama.

Ah!

Thanks, Bob.

Whoo!

That sun is a scorcher.

Tell you what, days like today

make you really miss
that ozone layer,

if you know what I mean.

Hmm. Mary Death, right?

You want an autograph?

No, but thank you for the offer.

What's wrong with your friend?

Is he too fat to get out of the car?

Oh, Bob?

Bob's just a-
He's a little shy.

I'm Greg Gunney,
Wasteland Resorts.

We're building a brighter future
one condo at a time.

"Stop surviving. Start living. "

It's our motto.

You were vetted by the Council?

Yes, I am.

You see, the world is evolving, Mary,

and, thanks to you,
the white collars are dwindling,

so the Council has turned
its attention to loftier goals.

Who's bankrolling you?

I'd rather not say...

but it isn't too late to join our team.

With our resources
and your celebrity,

oh, this could be
a beautiful partnership.

If you don't want an autograph,
you need to clear out of here.

Bottom-line kind of girl.
I like that.

No, Greg,

you are really
not understanding me.

In the amount of time
we've been talking,

most women will have
already decided

whether they want to fuck
or be your friend.

I'm not most women, Greg.

I just decide
whether I want to fuck

or kill you.

Forget this bitch, Greg.

She ain't buying nothing.

You know, Bob's right.

Let's cut the foreplay.

You think they're gonna
choose the wasteland

over the comforts
of the old world?

Greg, you're not gonna
make it much longer,

and I can make your death
a little easier for you.

Do you know where he is?

No.

No.

Okay, what about
his pal here, Harry?

Fuck you.

What was that, Greg?

You're not being very clear.

Spit it out, Greg.

Drip Rock.

What kind of idiot
holes up inside of his own bar?

That doesn't make any sense.

Well, being marked
by a death warrant

doesn't give a man any more sense
than he had before,

and sometimes the best place
to hide is in plain sight

where no one's looking for you.

- Well, then, let's do this.
- Oh, no, I'm going in alone.

- What do you mea-What?
- I know you heard me.

Yeah, I did hear you.
It's a terrible idea.

Listen, listen, I need you to keep
an eye on things outside,

and whatever happens,
stay outside,

and be ready to go
at a moment's notice.

Oh, like a lookout.

Oh, this is great.

Hey, looks like you
pulled out the big guns.

Who are you tracking, Mary?

You're gonna want
to make yourself scarce, Billy.

Yeah, miss out on the action?
No way.

Make it hard as hell
for the other guy.

Hey there, pretty lady.

Why don't we see what's
hiding up your little skirt?

That ought to slow you down.

Oh, shit.

So is it true?

Are you Francis Gorman?

I could tell you I was innocent,
but you'd assume I'm lying.

Never trust a collar.
I taught you that.

You didn't answer my question.

Is that your mug on the warrant?

Yeah, it's me.

And Harry here,
is he your old business partner?

You kill him
so he wouldn't turn you in?

And what the fuck is Second Sun?

Second Sun?

What the hell are
you talking about?

God, they tried to kill me,
you son of a bitch!

I didn't kill Harry.

Smell the room.
He's been dead a week.

This was a trap.

I trusted you.

I believed in you.

Mary-

Why didn't you tell me?

I was going to.

It's, uh-

It's complicated.

I'm going to the Council.

I need to speak to the Judges.

That's suicide.

No one's ever appealed
a death warrant.

The Council Guard'll
kill you at the gate.

Yeah, well, I'll deal with that
when I get there.

Then I'm going with you.

You can't do this alone.

You can't come.

I don't want you
risking your life for me.

That wasn't a request.

You're not gonna make this
easy on me, now, are you?

Now, where's the fun in that?

Get the bikes, Jack!

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Hey, this is great stuff, Mary.

Told you to get out of here.

Yeah, and miss
the story of my career?

Not a chance!

Been a pleasure
working with you, Billy.

Will you stop rolling
around on the ground

and get the bikes?!

Shit.

What the fuck was that? Mary!

You are acting like a child!

I'm going with you to the Council.

Will you stop being so stubborn?

You can't go on a kill-crazy rampage
every time you're mad at somebody!

Oh, yeah? Watch me!

Mary, on your nine.

What happened back there?

Why is Mary trying to kill us?

She's having a tantrum.

Put the hammer down, man.

She can't catch us.

I modified her boosters.

What happens
if she engages them?

I don't know.
Probably stall out.

That's not supposed to happen.

What are you doing?

What are you stopping for, man?

We gotta go!

Great, she's not dead.
Can we go, please?

Can't have you following me,
fender bunny.

Mr. Sterling, sir.

I'll be with you in a minute.

Sir, Mr. -

How many times have I told you

the importance
of maintaining our appearance?

We had the bounty killers
surrounded-

Give me the bottom line,
Mr. Elliott.

Where is Gorman now?

Mary Death said they're
going to the Council.

Mary Death?

Mary Death.

God.

Excuse me a minute.

Yes, Catherine?

Tell me our progress.

Well, we hit a snag.

Mary Death showed up
and ruined our plan.

Now the bounty killers
are headed for the Council.

This is disturbing news, Mr. Sterling.

The board is losing
their patience with you.

What is that horrible noise?

My apologies for the interruption.

Finish the job, Mr. Sterling.

Any more hiccups,
and we will have no choice

but to terminate you.

Am I clear?

Yes, ma'am.

We gotta get back to it,
act like nothing happened

and keep the killing alive.

I'll understand if you want to quit.

I don't believe any of this.

I've followed you for years.

You're the best bounty killer we got.

And now all the others
are gunning for me.

It's too dangerous for you, kid.

No. You took a chance on me.

I'm taking one on you.

So I am with you till the end,

always on your left.

So how are we gonna get there?

Nobody knows where it is.

I'll figure it out.

We'll just have to get
across the Badlands first.

- The Badlands?
- Quiet.

What is that?

Kill the lights.
Kill the lights.

What is it?

Gypsies.

Fuck! Gypsies?

We're dead!
- Calm down.

Calm down?
Bounty killer's another thing,

but gypsies?
Throat-ripping, village-raping gypsies?

You get down.

- How down?
- Shh.

They probably got scouts
all around here.

Is that Mocha Sujata?

That's the gypsy queen.

They say every outsider
who sees her gets killed.

Yeah, well,
you better get her autograph

before she slits your throat.

I don't want her autograph.

What are you doing
this far west, bounty killer?

Only those that want to cross
the Badlands come out this far.

We're trying to find San Dalloosa.

I hear it's bingo night.

Where's the girl?

What are you talking about?

Don't play smart with me.

A gypsy girl named Nuri
escaped our camp many years ago.

She killed my king.

Well, good for her.

She escaped to look for you.

She mentioned the name Drifter.

Well, maybe she was a fan.

Ponka!

Well, that might
get you somewhere.

Now...

where are you hiding the girl?

Fuck off.

Fuck!

Aah! Why?

Where's Nuri?

No more games.

You know where
this Nuri chick is?

Can I suggest you start-

Where is she?

Yeah!

I hate gypsies.

Yeah. Me, too, kid.

Shit! Shit!

Shit! Shit!
They're gonna eat us!

Will you keep your voice down?

I'm not gonna keep
my voice down!

They're gypsies!
That's what they do. They eat people!

Jack, they're not gonna eat anyone.

It's just a myth they spread
to scare people, okay?

I think.
- What?

I'm so fat.

Oh, they're gonna love me.
I'm so marbled.

I'm not gonna let anyone
eat you, all right?

We still got a few hours
till daylight.

Wait. What?
You got an escape plan?

I'm working on it.

Besides, the way they're going
to that roach liquor,

they'll be worse for wear
in the morning.

That's your escape plan,
is that they have hangovers?

Yes.

Have you got a better one?

No, but at least mine
can't be undone with aspirin.

Just please tell me
that you don't know

this gypsy girl
that they're looking for.

It's Mary Death.

What?

- It's Mary Death.
- What?

Told you Mary Death!

It can't be Mary Death.

She's not even a gypsy.

Why are you risking our lives
for a woman trying to kill us?!

Shh. It's complicated.

What's so complicated about it?!

Because it's a woman.

They're all complicated.

You love her, don't you?

Don't you?

Shit!

Oh, yeah.

I first met Mary many years ago

when she tracked me
to the Thirsty Beaver,

a warehouse where bounty killers
could train all day

and at night share a stiff drink

with one of Lucille's
famous beaver girls.

Get out.

- Come on.
- Come on.

Let's go.

I didn't order a gypsy.

Where are the girls?

You have a blade
against your throat,

and all you're worried
about are those whores?

Well, yeah.

Paid for all night.

Who are you?

The gypsies call me Nuri.

They'd have my head
if they knew I was here.

You escaped?

They say you're the best bounty killer
in the Thrice Burned Lands.

I need you to train me.

Why don't you get

one of your clown-faced
boyfriends to train you?

They've given up
on the world.

They just want to burn it
further into oblivion.

You're setting things right

and actually making
a difference here.

You tracked me here,
and that means you got talent.

Get off.

A lot of spunk, too.

Oh, this is gonna be interesting.

Always expect the unexpected.

She fearlessly took on
every challenge.

I was hard on her.
I mean, you have to be.

You didn't say you
were using live rounds.

Must have slipped my mind.

She was a fast learner.

Anything short of perfection
wasn't good enough.

She had to be the best.

Humph.

Nice.

I didn't know you were
doing the whole course.

Must have slipped my mind.

It wasn't long
before I started bringing her on jobs.

Not bad.

You can threaten me
all you like, love,

but half bounty is all
you're gonna get.

You'd be well advised to teach
that dodgy bint some manners.

Ahh! That merchant is a crook!

It's an unspoken agreement we have.

They skim a little bit off top

in exchange
for some information, okay?

No. Deal, nothing. When I'm on my own,
things'll be different.

- You're acting like a child.
- Uhh!

Nuri, what's with all that racket?

I'm finishing a new outfit.

And my name isn't Nuri anymore.

It's Mary Death.

On that day,
I realized I had created

the greatest killer
the world would ever know.

The months that followed were
a good time for the two of us.

We pulled offjobs in tandem.

She was my fender bunny,
and I was her old man.

The world was blown to hell,
but it didn't matter.

We were invincible.

I've been thinking, fender bunny.

Stop talking.

You know, hear me out.

You deserve better than a...

cramped room
at the Beaver, you know?

And I've saved
some money, and...

yeah, we could ride
out of here tomorrow

and leave all this behind.

We could start a new life.

Ohh!

Shit! You cut me deep!

Mary...

you cut me deep.

I tried to love her, kid,

but she stabbed me
in the spleen and left me for dead.

Huh.
You really know your gypsies.

Can't hold their liquor, I guess.

Move it, kid.

Gahh.

What are you waiting for?

I'm stealing a stagecoach
from of a bunch of savages

with a wanted criminal
moonlighting as a bounty killer,

who has the hots
for a murderous, deranged gypsy.

Dreams do come true, kid.

I never stopped believing.
Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Get going!

Get up!
They're getting away.

Ho! Whoo!

Kill them!

Kill them!

Bollocks.

Oh, shit.

- Pitching wedge.
- What?

Jack, pass me the pitching wedge!

What the hell is a pitching wedge?

The RPG.

I told you to let them escape.

Catch up with the others,
and tell them to fall back!

Fall back!

Oh, come on.

Shit.

Boom, motherfuckers.

What are you doing?

Well, I was, um-

I'm up here saving our necks,

and you're down there
taking a siesta in the trailer?

His head just went everywhere.

Yeah, I know.

It was too easy.

That was easy?

How was that easy?

I don't want to hear it, Jack.

Just get up here, and man the rig.
We gotta move fast!

I found something.

Jack, I think you just bought us
a trip across the Badlands.

How much for a shot
of whiskey and a Coke?

Nuri?

How the hell are you, Lucille?

You need a drink.

Ah, man.

God, what happened
to this place?

Man, I remember us
turning customers away every night.

My best girls went off
with a dancing show to New Phoenix.

Yeah?
Why didn't you go with 'em?

Ah, I never was
much of a dancer.

Not on my feet, anyway.

You know,
a strange thing happened.

After the girls left,

this town suddenly lost interest
in being a town.

Hmm.
Funny how that happens.

Another?

You know, there's a saying
you can't fool a fool.

I know a broken heart
when I see one.

What's going on
with you, baby girl?

Is it Drifter?

He's one of them.

Oh.

He's a criminal.

This whole time,
he's been hiding like a snake.

And now you're the one
who, uh, has to kill him, right?

That's right.

It's, uh-

It's hard to do your job

when it goes against
what you feel in your heart.

It's a weakness.

Oh, that's just the gypsy in you.

Underneath that armor,
you're still a woman,

flesh and blood like the rest of us.

He lied to us.

Heh. Yeah,
but he's a handsome liar.

Come on.
Let's get you cleaned up.

Oh, hey, that was my first cover.

Yeah. I've been keeping track,

and I knew you'd come back
sooner or later for these.

Mm.

Spent so much time
working on 'em.

Oh, now this one, that's good.

Yeah, that's my favorite.

Okay, I always thought
the chest plate was a bit much.

Ah, sometimes it pays
for a girl to be practical.

Lucille, you got a set
of wheels I could use?

voil�.

Lucille, I love you.

Yep, there's still life
in the old girl yet.

I took her out last week,
and she kicked like a mule.

I'm borrowing a gas mask.

It's yours.

Do me a favor.

If you don't kill Drifter,
send him my way.

I'll give that handsome man
all the loving he needs.

You don't change, do you,
Lucille?

Why mess with perfection?

See you around.

Take care, Nuri.

Think this junker still runs?

Oh, this junker could blow
the wings off a bat out of hell.

Whose place is this, anyways?

Coyote named Jimbo.

What's a coyote?

He smuggles white collars
out of bounty killer territory.

How do you know him?

Well, you could say
we have a special relationship.

He's your informant, isn't he?
Right?

The coyote takes collars
to where they think they're safe.

Then he turns around,
and he tells you, right. Right?

That's an astute observation,
Mr. LeMans.

Hell, I'm sorry I ever
underestimated your intelligence.

Ah, thank you.

Wait. What?

God damn it! Drifter!

What the fuck are you thinking
knocking on my door like that?

Where the hell did you
get that gypsy trailer?

Oh, we stole it.

- What?
- From gypsies.

Who the fuck is this?

Oh, he's my gun caddy.

I need your help.

Get inside!

Get inside!

Ahh!

The Badlands?

Fuck that shit, man.

No, no, no,
I got-I got a collar

to pick up in New Phoenix.

Cancel the job.

Hey! Don't touch nothing.

Nope. Mm-mm.

Man, abandoning a client
would sully my reputation.

What reputation?

You know, that's a good point.

You make your own fuel?

Man, that ain't no ordinary fuel.
That's moonshine.

You run your car on moonshine?

Damn straight, 160 proof.

That is an old family recipe

perfected by my granddaddy
GuntherAristotle Stone.

He was a great man.

Now, why are you in such a rush
to get across the Badlands?

What's this bullshit?

Well, sing a song.

Can't say I'm surprised, though.

Hey, don't drink that.

That is not for consumption.

No. I'm gonna put it over here.

I'm headed
to the Council building.

The Council building?

Man, they're gonna
shoot you on sight.

Yeah, but don't worry about that.

Just name your price.

Oh, hell.

You show up here not invited.

You got some weirdo with you.

You're a wanted man.

You been tussling with gypsies.

Man, that is a lot of risk
for Jimbo to take on.

Besides, driving across
the Badlands,

that ain't no Sunday cruise, man.

The radiation's so hot in there,

you stay in there long enough,
it'll make your eyeballs bleed.

Hot damn, Drifter.

You are full of surprises.

Drifter's so full of prizes.

I ain't seen a six-pack
of PBR since...

Whose cold, dead hands
you have to wrestle this hooch out of?

What does it matter?

It's yours now.

Damn, Drifter.

What do you say?

I say load up the guns,
and pack the biscuits, boys.

We are going
on a bona fide adventure.

This guy's, uh, sweaty.

What the fuck did you
put in that shit, anyway?

Now, don't you be railing
on Gunther's recipe.

I told him not to drink it.

I hope he don't go blind
and his pecker don't fall off.

Shit.

You're a scout.

Why are the gypsies
in the Badlands?

Fuck you, bounty killer.

Tell me how to get out of here.

Why are the gypsies
in the Badlands?

They're looking for you, Nuri.

Ah, damn it!

Jack. Jack.

Check it out.

Okay.

What is this place?

Perfect.

How much?

Okay, look. I don't-I don't have
any money on me right now.

Um, but if we could work out a deal
or something, I could-

No. Look, I-I can't go
back out there, sir.

I'm asking you to help me.

I can't go back out there
without a map.

I don't know my way
through the Badlands.

I need you to help me.
You obviously know what you're doing.

Look, you make maps.
We'll work something out.

If you-Hello?

Look at me!

Please.

I need your help.

What?

I told you
I don't have any money.

Thank you.

You don't by chance happen
to have a map to the Council, do you?

Whoo hoo hoo!
Hoo hoo hoo!

Hot damn! I whupped
the Badlands again!

And in record time.

Ah! Whoo! You all right?

You all right?
Check your eyeballs.

Check your eyeballs.

You're all right.
Ah hoo hoo hoo!

Hell, yeah.
Up yours, Badlands.

This calls for a celebration.

Ah! Now I can die a happy man.

Aah!

Jack, get the guns.

Just go around and get
the rest of the six-pack.

Shh. You and beer.

Shit.

Well, I'll be damned.

Who is it? Headhunters?
Gypsies? What?

Yeah, it's a gypsy, all right.

Shit.

It's Mary. Shit.

Okay, 600 yards.

That's what, the nine iron?

No, I had a better idea.

What you doing?

Drifter, she's gonna
take you down.

Oh, what are you doing?

Mary! I'm done running.

I'm not gonna
fight you anymore.

Are you gonna
come down here and talk,

or you just gonna
keep knocking dirt on my boots?

Hey, sorry about your car.

I didn't know.
I just crossed a few-

Ack!

Hey, hey, take it easy, man.

Jimbo, what did I say would
happen if I ever saw you again?

You ain't still raw
about that Texas job, are you?

Listen, your beef's with me.
Leave him out of this.

And you are a dead man.

Oh, just stop it.

Just stop it.

I am sick of all the guns

and the Badlands
and gypsies trying to eat us!

You were captured by gypsies?

Yes, we were
captured by gypsies,

and they tortured the hell
out of this guy,

and he never gave you up.

'Cause you know why?

For some fucked-up reason,
he loves you.

And she could have shot you,
like, a million times

and she didn't,

'cause she loves you.

So can you quit
acting like children?

Please?

Thank you.

We hired Jimbo
to take us to the Council

so Drifter can talk to the Judges.

You'll never get past
the Council Guard.

I told you that.

He's gonna do this his way, okay?

After everything
he's done for the people,

he's earned the right
to face the Judges.

And you're welcome
to come with us.

What?

Listen, I'm the one
with the bounty on my head.

There's no reason for any of you
to get mixed up in my mess.

It's not your choice.

It's ours.

How you gonna find it?

Here.

All right. If we're gonna
see this through to the end,

we're gonna take it
the whole way.

And I promise you
everything'll make sense

when we get to the Council.

I'll follow you as far
as the Council building,

and when they find you guilty,

it's gonna be me
who puts a bullet in your head.

Sounds like a play.

It's better than your stupid knife
in my spleen.

That's not funny.

Yeah, it's kind of funny.

Let's do this!

Two weeks.

We missed one hell of a party.

I only see Council Guard.

Where are the dead guys
from the other side?

They must have
dragged 'em away after.

Well, who-who do
you think did this?

It was an army of Yellow Ties.

Second Sun.

That's why they were celebrating.

Mary, wait!

Oh, man.

Oh.

When I saw my warrant,

I knew there was
something wrong.

I just had to see it for myself.

How'd you know?

The Council already
knew about my past.

It didn't make any sense for them
to issue a warrant after all these years.

You knew the Judges?

Yeah, they tracked me down

after the last
of the great cities burned.

By the time they found me,

I'd already killed
two of my old business partners.

Why'd you kill 'em?

My company built planes,

and after the crash,
my partners betrayed me

and sold out
to the corporate militias.

They took over my plant and started
building bombers for the war.

Whenever I heard news
of a city being annihilated,

I knew the plane
that delivered the bombs

likely had my name on it.

The Council offered me
a position as the tenth Judge.

They needed someone on the inside
who knew all the players,

but I refused.

I spent enough time
behind a desk.

I needed to get my hands dirty.

So I became the first bounty killer.

It's all over.

The Council's dead.

People's hope will die with them.

No, it's not all over.

We've still got
one more job to do.

The Second Sun.

Ah, shit.

Francis.

Hello, Catherine.

What, you know her?

It's a shame you
didn't stick around

to watch your company
fulfill its potential

when we merged with Second Sun.

Oh, I've been watching you
for some time and hunting you.

And I am sorry about putting
the bounty on your head.

It wasn't very nice, I know,

but it was necessary.

Oh, you're not sorry.

You'd stab
your own mother in the back

to increase your bottom line.

Or husband.

Ex-husband.

Are you disturbed
by the fact that every woman

you've ever been involved with
wants to kill you?

Yeah, well,
I try not to think about it.

Dick-head.
You should have told me.

Oh.

So you're Francis' new little whore.

Mary Death,
everyone's favorite bounty killer.

You know, I had other plans,

but seeing you here today,

well-

That changes everything.

I'll blame the death
of the Council on you.

The people will lose their faith
in bounty killers.

The system crumbles,
and then-

Second Sun moves in
promising a better life.

Exactly.

Honey, you are
smarter than you look.

It's a shame we didn't meet
under different circumstances.

We might have gotten along.

If circumstances
were different,

you would already be dead.

Maybe.

Or maybe not.

Get your damn hands off her!

Hey!

Button your lip, short dick.

The boss doesn't like it
when people interrupt her.

I got you covered, Catherine.

Raah!

Gypsies!

You need to get out of here.

And where's the fun in that?

I didn't think they'd follow me
across the Badlands.

They're here for me,
aren't they?

Come on, listen.
We can let 'em kill each other,

and I can get you out of here.

No. This ends right here,

all of it.

Stop getting shot!

Sorry to do this to you, Jimbo.

But it's better than you
getting shot a third time.

Great job, Jack.

Get me bullets, guns,
whatever you got.

I'm out.

Jack, I'm out.

You're doing great, kid.

Thanks!

Just stay by my left,
and we'll get through this.

Yeah.

I can get that guy.

Reload! Shit.

No!

Living among the outsiders
has made you weak.

You used to be great.

That's why the king picked you.

He actually thought
you were better than me.

They all did.

Now that my king
will be avenged,

I'll return with your head

and show them all
why I've always been the true queen.

And this is how you die...

as a whore for the Council.

I'd rather die a whore.

God.

No!

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Stop! Stop!

Relax. Mary, let go.

Let go. It's okay.

They're not gonna
hurt you, okay?

You okay?

Oh.

These guys
actually aren't all that bad,

especially since you killed their queen.
They're like-

Where's Drifter?

He's gone.

They, uh-
They took him.

Uh, I didn't stay with him...

like I promised.

I didn't either.

I never do.

He protects me,

and all I ever do is let him down.

Hey, no, no, no, no.

It's gonna be okay.

- No.
- We're gonna be okay.

We're gonna go save him.

Oh, really?
How? You and me

against whatever the fuck
Second Sun has waiting for us?

We would need an entire army.

No, listen, you don't understand.

It's over, Jack, okay?

I couldn't even handle
a small band of Yellow Ties,

'cause I'm too busy
in my own fucking world

just being distracted and-
- Sorry.

It's just that you need
to shut up, okay?

You killed their queen.

This is your army.

Jack...

where do we go?

We have no idea
where Second Sun is.

Uh, well...

I caught a small fish.

You did what?

I caught a small fish.

Come here.

Dude, get me down.

To catch a big shark.

I'm not telling you anything.

Jack...

you really are
one hell of a gun caddy.

Welcome back.

What the...

You're confused.

You have a slight concussion,
but you'll survive.

Where am I?

We're in your new office.

Cigar?

I rolled them myself.

I remember
how much you liked them

on our honeymoon in Havana.

Fuck you, Catherine.

Maybe later.

I'll cut to the chase.

That stack of papers
on your desk is a contract.

Should you choose to sign it,

you'll be reinstated as CEO
of Gorman Enterprises.

I'll have a controlling interest,

but you'll be the face
of the company.

You just issued a death warrant for me,
and now you want to-

I never intended
to kill you, Francis.

The Council, yes.

That tart, Mary Death, obviously...

but never you.

Mm-mm. No.

I have much bigger plans for you...

for us.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

Don't you see?

The apocalypse was
the greatest business opportunity

that's ever come our way.

It was the ultimate bankruptcy,

a clean slate, and now with
no government to stand in our way,

there's no unions,
no minimum wage and no taxes.

It's pure capitalism.

We won't just corner
the free market, Francis.

We'll own it.

That's not capitalism, Catherine.

It's the wacked-out ramblings

of a woman
who's lost her bloody mind.

I've lost my mind?

You're the one riding around

with a bag of guns
playing vigilante cowboy.

Although, actually I must
thank you for that.

You see,
you and your little girlfriend

were out there
eliminating our competition,

so, in the end, your efforts
simply sped up our schedule.

Run this company with me,
Francis.

It's the only thing
you've ever been good at.

Are you coming on to me?

Is that what this is all about?

You know, 'cause I'm not adverse
to a quick romp on the desk

if that's what you're saying.

I don't want to fuck you, Francis.

I just want you
to build this empire with me.

I want you to lead our army
as we set out to conquer the world,

as our brand warrior and CE-

We are in a meeting!

How the hell did you get in-

You talk too much.

Now, I would have said,
"Meeting's adjourned. "

You clean up nice.

You look like shit, fender bunny.

You got a gun for me?

Nope, but I do.

Good to see you, kid.

You guys gonna keep smooching,

or you want to go
shoot some people?

- Jack, I'm out.

Reload!

Mary!

Mary!

You're welcome.

No!

Mary, wake up.

Wake up, Mary.

Please don't die.

Come on.

You scared me, fender bunny.

Sometimes it pays
for a girl to be practical.

Are you hurt?

I don't know.

I can't feel anything.

How do I look?

Better than the other guy.

Her head is, like, just gone.

How long they been up there?

Heh. Two weeks.

She still don't sound mean enough.

Well, no wonder.

Who taught you
how to install a distributor?

I bolted it on.

Takes more than
just bolting it on, lug-head.

You gotta retard
the sparks four degrees.

Otherwise, it throws the timing off.

I think you're
just making words up.

You saved me from them gypsies.

That's a deed
that shouldn't go unrecognized.

This is your last beer.

It's your last beer now.

Thanks, Jimbo.

Hear that?

Oh, that tastes like boobies.

How's the car?

It's ready to go.

Old Jack here bought
the best pony in my stable.

She's mean enough
to outrace the devil.

Nice job, boys.

Did you get anything else
out of the fish?

Gutted the flounder pretty good.

Told us there were
Second Sun everywhere,

and then he gave up a base
on the Philly coast.

All right.
I'll rendezvous with the gypsies

and meet you in Philadelphia.

Thought we were all going together.

Take care of him for me.

Damn it, woman!

You cut me deep! Aqain!

Come and get me, old man.

- Hey.
- Oh, no.

Hee hee. Sorry.

Oh, teach that
psycho bitch, you cunt.

Back.

- That is so going in the blooper.
- I was...

Billy Bloom.

- You stole it?
- From gypsies.

Who the fuck is this?

Hi.

What the fuck are
you laughing about?

Jack LeMans.

- Keep going. They're rolling.
- Sorry.

It's-

- Pull it together, man!
- I'm sorry.

Where the fuck did you-

He's my-
He's my gun caddy.

What the fuck is this?

Sorry.

Sorry. You're killing me.

- Okay. Sorry. Okay.
- Okay.

Mark.

I'm sorry. Can we do...

Wow.

Shift, and-

and lift.

Mmm.

Oh, that tastes like a birthday.

Oh, that tastes
like Christmastime.

Oh, that tastes like boobies.

That tastes like a bazooka. Oh.

Oh, that tastes like a springtime meadow.

Drifter!

There, you cunt.

So that wasn't a good move
for you, was it?