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Ha ha ha! I forgot my raincoat!

Do some more yelling.

Hose her down some more!

Yeah! Ha ha! Give her more!

More! More!

Give us some more!

Come on, honey!

Get it all off!

Come on!

Come on, honey!

Get it all off!

Come on, make me stand up for queen and country.

Show us what you got.

Come on, honey. Come on, all of it.

Yeah, there you go!

Come on! And the rest.

Come on, Babe.

If one more person calls me Babe...

Mr. Santo,

your package has arrived.

My special order?

Under lock and key.

What about the new dancer?

Who?

The blonde with the guns.

Ah, if she's more to your pleasing.

It's her first night,

and I haven't had a chance

to feel her out.

I'm sure you'll be very pleased

with the special order.

She's as tender as Tuscan veal.

How's the crowd, honey?

Wet.

Come again?

She's Chinese.

Very well done.

They loved you.

I would like to talk to you

about coming back.

In my office.

I'll be waiting for you.

Sure thing, big boy.

What are you doing here?

Looking for a light.

Got one?

I don't smoke.

Neither do I.

Who are you?

I'm the one who's getting you out of here.

Trust me.

Right this way, Mr. Santo.

Shit. Come on.

Go!

Minka.

What are you doing?

Ever see Batman?

No! I can't!

Shut up.

God damn it.

Here's your little pride and joy.

Thank you.

Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.

We thought we'd never see our little girl again.

Thank you.

Cut the shit. Where's my money?

Honey, pay this woman.

I'm afraid there's been a slight problem.

I could only come up with half the money.

Half the money?

Fine.

I'll take half your daughter.

Wait.

I'm sure we can negotiate something.

The car plus the cash.

Not a bad night's work.

It was the middle of the Second American Civil War.

The world had gone to hell.

The year was 2017,

the worst year of my life.

There was only one free city,

and that's where I lived for 3 years...

Port Steel Harbor.

What a shithole.

Why don't we start again...

From the beginning.

I told you.

I told you everything I know.

I told you.

Mind scan up on screen one, Colonel.

Image is present.

Image is recording.

Citizen, I, uh... I abhor torture.

But your words just don't match your thoughts.

There are too many details

that you're just not sharing.

Our little mind-reading device doesn't lie.

Reset sensors...

Go.

Now, where's Dr. Corrina Devonshire?

She's going to Steel Harbor,

the free city.

Can you tell me why

Cora D's going to Steel Harbor?

She's meeting members of the resistance.

They're giving her the retinal lenses.

Helping her out of the country...

To Canada.

She's with a freedom fighter named Axel.

Who has the retinal lenses now?

Krebs.

William Krebs.

How are they getting her into the city?

She's had plastic surgery.

Her face is changed.

You won't recognize her.

You'll never find her.

You're so beautiful.

I'm sorry.

Colonel Pryzer, Executive Counsel on line 2.

Tell him to hold.

Subject terminated.

Put him on.

Colonel Pryzer?

Any word yet on our traitorous Dr. Cora D?

I'm not pandering to that mythic name bullshit.

Well...

Dr. Devonshire still poses quite a problem

to the Congressionals.

Her escape may jeopardize

our strongest defensive action yet.

I'm fully aware of that, Citizen.

Dr. Devonshire was privy to some of the most sensitive

military secrets of the Congressional Republic.

Her DNA holds the antidote

to our greatest biochemical weapon.

She must be captured alive at any cost.

I'll take care of your problem, Citizen.

I'll get my hands dirty for you again.

I wouldn't be cleaning up your mess

if you had stopped her

from escaping Washington in the first place.

Ahem. Well, I, uh...

I had no direct knowledge of that operation.

Of course, it was a vital part of our contract...

Save it for the U.N.

Dr. Corrina Devonshire, Cora D,

whatever she calls herself,

it really doesn't matter.

She belongs to me.

She's connecting

with a resistance contact named Krebs.

He has the lenses

and will be helping her leave

the congressional territories.

They're meeting in the free city, Steel Harbor.

I'll contact their local authorities immediately.

You see, I do my homework, Citizen.

It's them. Let's go.

Which one of you is Krebs?

We'll meet him later.

Hurry.

I said, get to the back of the line.

Gentlemen, I'll take those weapons.

Don't lose the clip.

Don't worry about it.

Dry Martinis and a Cuban cigar.

You got it.

Bubbly on the house!

Please be polite.

Excuse me.

Curly?

I'm still waiting to hear from Miss Wire.

I conveyed your offer to her.

$1,500 to chop off the legs

of your ex-partner?

You must be joking.

Naturally, she declined.

Miss Wire doesn't accept this kind of job.

Please.

What?

My money is not good enough for her?

I will make my offer in person.

If I were you, I wouldn't do that.

Why?

Miss Wire's private secretary, Camille here,

doesn't have you in her appointment book.

And she can be very mean.

You see?

Time for a couple of dedications.

To Bobby from Colleen...

The test came back, and everything is cool.

And from Samantha to Cal...

You thieving, murderous bastard.

If I ever see you again,

I'll rip out your eyes and pluck off your ears.

Damn, if that don't tug at my heartstrings.

Now here's a little rhythm

for you heartsick boys and girls.

Chanel No. 5, am I correct?

Yes, you are.

When I smelled it, I thought to myself,

"Charlie, now this is obviously

a woman of significant breeding."

And then I thought,

"I wonder if she'd like to do some?"

Breeding, that is.

What do you think about that, sweetheart?

Who are you talking to?

Some chick.

Where's your mercurial sister?

Why didn't you try the office?

Oh, and when you see her,

tell her I only had 2.

OK.

Whatever you say, Charlie.

That's my boy.

God damn.

Customs police.

Stay put.

We'll handle this.

Good evening, Officer.

Take out your l.D.

Something feels wrong.

This is making me very nervous.

Look, we just stick with the plan, OK?

Change of plans.

Let's go.

We got 'em.

Hold your fire!

Oh, shit.

Damn!

Find them now!

Ahem... sorry, boss,

is this a good moment to talk about payroll?

No.

Tonight's fan mail.

3 offers to sell black market dollars,

another offer to buy the bar,

an urgent request to contact the resistance,

and a badly scented proposal of marriage.

No more valentines, Curly.

Oh, that's awful.

Look, boss,

I hate to keep bringing this up, I really do,

but tomorrow's payday.

What am I going to use for money,

my smile?

Relax, Curly. I got it covered.

Are we going out?

For a while.

Just how far out are we going to go?

I want to get some air.

I thought you got some air last night.

That didn't happen.

This isn't happening either.

Anybody asks,

I'm taking a bubble bath.

Barb, I just don't like...

Just keep Charlie out from under the tables.

It's embarrassing.

I will.

"D" sector is clear. Anyone in the west?

All clear here. We're moving to the next sector.

Sweet dreams.

OK.

OK, let's go.

Now what?

We find Krebs.

Any bright ideas how?

Just one.

I had to do a little moonlighting

to keep my bar running.

Not an easy life.

A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do,

and in this world,

you got to use everything you got.

Hey, handsome, want some company?

You a cop?

See a badge?

You got your med-reg?

Full medical.

Checked yesterday.

How much is this going to cost me?

That depends on how you want to play.

Well, I like to play rough.

Me, too.

Hey, nice knobs.

Get a life.

Apartment 472...

One guest.

Apartment 472, one guest.

Retinal scan verified.

Ruben Tenenbaum, 1-0-8-1-1.

How romantic.

I have an idea.

Why don't you go change into something

a little more comfortable?

How about something a little less comfortable?

I can hardly wait.

Bingo.

Mr. Krebs.

Did you wash your hands?

No.

I was bad.

I'm so glad to hear that.

Now close your eyes

and turn around.

Oops.

What the hell?

I wouldn't do that, if I were you, Krebs.

Come on, move your ass.

Shit.

Go ahead. Go.

You're not going soft on me, are you?

OK. You can have him.

Good.

You're my last bail-jumper, Krebs.

Wake up, sunshine.

Please don't kill me.

That was nice kicking.

You really know your stuff, Babe.

What did you call me?

Don't...

call me Babe.

God damn it.

Ah, Mr. Krebs.

It's a pleasure to see you.

You know, we were getting very concerned.

And, Barb...

It's a pleasure to see you, too.

You're looking rather...

Buoyant this evening.

Shut up.

My fee.

10,000?

No.

The price went up for this one, Schmitz.

We had an agreement.

You told me Krebs was alone and unarmed.

He wasn't.

Sorry.

Now, how could I know that?

Bounty hunting is an ugly,

unpredictable business.

You of all people should know that.

How much?

20,000.

Canadian.

Oh, Miss Wire...

I do believe that I'm being extorted here.

As a duly authorized officer of the court,

I must protest.

Look at it this way, Schmitz...

Alive, Krebs represents your investment in his bail bond.

Dead...

He's toxic waste.

20,000... Canadian...

Now.

It's a pleasure doing business with you, Barb.

If it was a pleasure, Schmitz,

I'd charge more.

Everything go OK?

Candy from a baby.

Pay the help, for god's sakes.

Please, not in public.

Excuse me. Miss Wire!

I'm going back to the front lines tomorrow,

and I was wondering... You look beautiful.

Would... would you dance with me?

Come on, Barb,

give him a thrill.

Come on.

I can't believe

I'm actually dancing

with the Barb Wire.

Where you from, soldier?

Um...

Steamboat Springs, Colorado...

Or what's left of it.

Did you hear, the Congressionals just took over Denver?

No, I didn't.

Do you have a girl back home?

Yeah.

Do you miss her?

Yes, ma'am. Every day.

Tell you what...

Close your eyes,

and let's pretend she's right here

in your arms.

Yes, ma'am.

Everyone stay where you are.

This is the police.

Willis.

Steel Harbor's Chief of Police.

He was a drunk with sticky fingers,

but at least he was honest.

He admitted he was a liar and a thief.

Check his l.D.

Yes, Sir.

Retinal scan verified.

Ben Jones, eh?

Arrest him.

Hey! Come on!

Good luck, soldier.

Next.

Get out of the way.

Oh. Wait.

Retinal scan verified. Martha Berg.

Arrest her.

Willis, what the hell's going on?

Barb, how lovely to see you.

What gives?

Some messy business tonight, Miss Wire,

most unpleasant.

A rather spectacular double homicide

in the old harbor.

SQ?

So, we're checking a few l.D.s.

We have reason to believe

this might have been resistance related,

as your bar is non discriminating

to this town's more nefarious side.

How long is this going to take?

Everything's negotiable.

Curly.

Music!

You really upgraded this place

from what it was, Barb.

I like the new sound system. Sounds expensive.

I've been saving my lunch money.

I didn't know you were open for lunch.

A little gunrunning here,

some bail-jumping there,

the occasional midnight detonation.

Those kind of jobs pay for new toys.

I don't moonlight.

I do.

It's very profitable.

So, what's with the bullshit arrests this time?

You sold half those fake congressional l.D.s yourself.

Moi?

Bullshit arrests?

2 of my men are dead.

Granted, they were homicidal thugs,

but nevertheless, they were my men.

What makes you think resistance was involved?

Why? Do you have

any other information I should know about?

Of course not.

Mmm. Of course not.

Oh. That's sexual harassment, chief.

Listen, Barbara Kopetski,

we could play this little cat-and-mouse game all night,

but I have more important things on my mind.

Now where the hell is William Krebs.

Never heard of him.

Why are your men watching him?

That's classified police business.

I can tell you he was resistance,

and the Congressionals

have a million-dollar bounty on his head.

So if someone knew where Krebs was...

I could make it worth their while.

Good-bye, Willis.

OK.

By the way, Barb,

we're expecting some distinguished visitors tomorrow.

A congressional delegation out of Washington,

including first directorate

Colonel Victor Pryzer.

Thought I might bring them by the Hammerhead.

Their money will be welcome.

You don't know Victor Pryzer.

Oh, speaking of money, Barb,

I don't have to make any more arrests tonight

for the usual 3,000.

1,500.

1,500...

Ahh, think I better go down

and start checking some more I.D.s.

2,500.

2 grand.

Darling.

30 bucks for the Cognac.

Add it to my tab, Ms. Kopetski.

Boom, boom, boom.

Ms. Kopetski died in the war.

I'm Barb Wire.

Some cigarettes...

A drink, I'll be fine.

Give me a goddamn drink!

You, you, or you!

Give me my drink.

We're not open yet.

I think you've had enough already.

Ah, blow me.

Camille, package check.

Aah.

Aah. Get her off of me!

That's Camille.

She works here.

Camille, sit.

You don't want to see her roll over, do you?

No, n0, no, no.

Good.

Camille, outside.

Have a nice day.

Yes, ma'am.

See if you can get some food down Charlie's neck.

Good luck.

Ooh, Willis. What's with the monkey suit?

You know how uniforms

impress the Congressionals.

The delegation arrived this morning.

Look lively, Barb.

They could be here any minute.

Excuse me, Barb.

WW tame?

Best in the house, as you requested.

Just keep them away from the weapons check, Curly.

We don't want any excitable customers

from the united front trying to get even.

You'll find our guests from Washington

command more respect than that.

I think you're confusing respect with fear.

Speak of the devil.

They are punctual, I'll give them that.

You'll join us for a drink later,

on my tab, of course.

Fat chance.

Colonel Pryzer,

Alexander Willis, Director of Police Operations.

Welcome to Steel Harbor.

Wipe that smile off your face, Willis.

This burnt-out hellhole

is the last place on earth I want to be.

And if it wasn't

for your almost complete incompetence,

I wouldn't be here in the first place,

would I?

Yes. Well, needless to say,

we had intended to have both Krebs and Cora D

extradited and sent to Washington by now.

However, due to circumstances...

Listen...

Carefully.

Change of plans.

If Cora D escapes...

I will personally

rip your heart out of your ass

and stuff it back down your throat.

That's not very sanitary.

You tell me it's late,

but I'm here to tell you it only feels that way.

So, sit back and enjoy someone or something

and listen, if you can get it,

and listen to the music.

Gentlemen...

The steaks are excellent tonight.

Ahh. Colonel Pryzer,

allow me to introduce our hostess,

the inimitable...

Even in Washington...

We've heard of Barb Wire.

I hope you'll join us.

Hmm.

You attract a very eclectic crowd.

It looks that way.

Rumor has it you used to fight with the resistance.

Shouldn't believe everything you hear.

I'm neutral.

I'm a businesswoman, Colonel.

Perhaps we can do business.

I can assure you,

Barb has a very keen sense of commerce.

Then I'll get to the point.

There's a fugitive, a traitor in Steel Harbor.

She intends to make a crossing into Canada

aided by some disenchanted members of the citizenry.

Do I look disenchanted?

I'm sure that your business dealings

bring you in contact with all levels of society.

I thought you were getting to the point.

Her name is Dr. Corrina Devonshire,

but you may have heard of her as Cora D...

One of those overly romanticized

resistance names...

Keeps her legend alive.

What does she look like?

We're not sure.

She had her appearance surgically altered.

These are photos of her before.

Well, I guess it's hard to find somebody

unless you know what she looks like.

Her present appearance is of no consequence.

Identification can be made by retinal scanning.

So...

The Congressionals can count on your assistance?

Excuse me, boss.

Trouble in the kitchen.

I need you.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

I have a bar to run.

Very interesting woman.

With most impressive assets.

Gentlemen... Here you are, Sir.

No one can hurt you. Just act natural.

Act natural?

That's easier said than done.

Yeah. 2 beers, buddy.

I'm looking for Barb or Charlie Kopetski.

Yeah, well, Charlie's down there.

The Congressionals.

They have my photographs.

Let's hope resistance are here.

They must be looking everywhere for you.

Well, who are we meeting?

Someone I used to know.

Wait here.

Hello, Charlie.

This must be

a post traumatic stress flashback.

I could swear I just heard

an old voice from the battlefields.

Surprised to see me?

Do I look surprised?

Guess you didn't hear.

A congressional smart grenade

followed me all the way to my foxhole.

I thought I dug it deep enough.

I guess I didn't.

Sorry.

Yeah“.

Me, too.

Miss, 2 Bourbons.

You don't have to buy me a drink, Axel.

I'm tight with the management here.

You got a lot of nerve

coming in here.

I had no choice.

Where's Barb?

I don't think talking to Barb's

going to be such a good idea.

She took Seattle

a hell of a lot harder than I did.

I need her help, Charlie.

I need her to put is in touch with the local resistance.

Haven't you heard?

Barb's retired.

Leave... now...

Before Barb sees you.

There's no telling what she might do.

Too late.

3...

2...

Hello, Barb.

1...

You all right?

OK. I deserve that.

Get out.

Look, I need your help.

Rot in hell.

Yes, I will, but I need your help first.

I remember when you believed in something.

I remember how I felt,

like I was kicked in the stomach.

I'm looking for a man named Krebs.

I've got 24 hours to find him.

I don't feel much of anything anymore.

Will you just trust me, please?

Like I did in Seattle?

What happened there isn't what you think.

I never wanted to hurt you.

Now's not the time to explain.

Well, you're 3 years late, Axel.

Get out, and don't come back.

Your check, Sir.

Such blatant disregard for money.

Thank you for your hospitality.

I hope you'll think about our offer.

I'm thinking about it.

I knew I shouldn't have come here.

That woman's in love with you.

There's a lot of things I need to tell you.

Hopefully, soon...

Axel, over here.

Charlie?

I can help.

The blind leading the blind.

Go to the old factory district.

There's a place called Steel Harbor Metal House.

It's a front for the resistance.

There's a stairway in back near the loading dock.

Watch yourself.

Shit.

Who are you?

Charlie Kopetski sent us.

Doesn't matter who I am, but this is Cora D.

Scan her.

Retinal scan verified.

Dr. Corrina Devonshire.

4-4-7-9-1.

Cora D. I'm honored.

We've been looking for you.

I never thought I'd meet the legend in person.

I'm commander here.

They call me Spike.

You're so young.

Maybe, but I'm tough.

Well, we're glad we found you.

We hope that you can help us, Spike.

It took us a while, but we found Krebs.

The lenses are gone,

not to mention his eyeballs.

We found him in an abandoned washing machine

behind the old V.A. Hospital.

The Congressionals took the lenses?

No. They're still looking for Krebs.

We know that for sure.

Willis and the local cops don't know squat either.

Everybody's chasing their tail.

So who's got the contact lenses?

Word has it Krebs was turned over

to a bail bondsman named Schmitz.

Schmitz aimed to turn Krebs over

to the Congressionals for the million dollar bounty.

Then he got wise to the lenses.

Those lenses are worth maybe 2 million.

Without them, I'll never get past

the retinal scanner checkpoint

and get on that plane.

What are we waiting for? Let's get Schmitz.

It's not that easy, doc.

We can't find him anywhere.

That plane to Canada leaves in 24 hours.

There must be somebody that can help us out.

There's only one person

who has connections on all sides.

If anybody knows where Schmitz is, she would.

Trouble is, she won't help nobody for free,

and we're a little low on cash.

You know I do, honey.

Don't make me say it.

OK. I love you.

Good-bye.

What are you two laughing at?

Who was that?

Your mother.

3-

How many?

Get back! Sit down.

How many you want?

Give me 2.

Hey! What the fuck's your problem?!

Your bet, Moe.

Yeah, I'll bet...

When I get ready. Just wait.

What the hell... What's going on?

Ten-hut!

I don't know how you do things in Washington,

but I do make the occasional arrest

without slaughter.

You incompetent...

We needed to make an interrogation.

Sorry, Sir.

They resisted.

Any of these men Schmitz?

Nope.

Look who's here.

Krebs.

Good. He can't be far.

I'll need one of the bodies.

Preferably...

One without a head wound.

Hey-hey,

want some company?

No.

OK.

Do you want some advice?

No.

OK.

Drink when you want to remember, Barb.

Don't drink when you want to forget.

I'll be there...

I'll be there... Be there...

I promise.

Let's go!

Barb, we have to go now!

No! He'll be here!

Barb!

Axel!

Are you Barbara Kopetski?

Yes.

Where's Axel?

He's not here. He's not coming!

He said he's sorry,

but you got to get out of here!

You guys got to go!

Go, go, go!

That's it.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, get in.

Get in.

You cheated me

out of 1 million bucks, Schmitz.

I should blow your head off right now.

Lucky for me, you don't hold a grudge.

Don't I?

A million dollars is pocket change

to what's going down.

I got a business proposition for you.

You got connections. Everyone knows that.

I don't take sides.

Exactly.

You deal with everybody.

I've got something to deal.

What, you can't sell Krebs on your own?

It's not about Krebs anymore.

It's about retinal contact lenses.

They're smuggled in from Germany.

You put these in your eyes,

you'll get through any retinal scanner...

Congressional or U.N.

I was going to sell them,

but my buyer fell through.

Krebs was resistance.

Those belong to his friends.

Do yourself a favor.

Just give them back. Say you're sorry.

God damn it, Barb, I can't.

They'll kill me, and you know it.

The Congressionals broke into my office.

They slaughtered everybody.

They were looking for me.

With or without these...

I'm a dead man.

Relax, Schmitz.

You can only die once.

Barb.

I... I know I double-crossed you.

I made a mistake.

It happens.

I want to trade the lenses.

I want to trade them to you.

For what?

Get me out of Steel Harbor.

Canada, maybe.

Just get me out, and they're yours.

You want out?

Click your heels together 3 times.

You could sell these.

You know how much they're worth?

You could get 2 mil Canadian, easy.

That's enough money to get to Europe.

You can get a neuro-electrical operation for Charlie's eyes.

I don't buy.

I don't sell.

Get out.

You're going to regret not dealing with me.

You're going to regret this very, very much.

I'll add that to my list.

The subject is reasonably fresh,

but we'll probably only get a few seconds

of readable thought data.

Cognitive impressions...

Usually those closest to death first

and then what's left...

Memories, dreams.

Record it.

Sir, step away from the tank.

That's it?

Here it is in slow motion.

Issue a warrant for the arrest of Barb Wire.

Issue a warrant?

This isn't Washington, Pryzer.

I need a reason.

She's involved.

Yeah, well, you heard what he said.

Sometimes all you get are dreams.

Well, every man in Steel Harbor

dreams about Barb Wire.

I need something more conclusive...

When did the rule of the law matter to you?

Miss Wire may know the whereabouts

of the retinal lenses.

We'll search her bar.

Retinal lenses?

All of this over a set of Bausch and Lombs?

All of this is over capturing

an enemy of the Republic named Cora D.

If Cora D were to exit

this charming free city...

Your relationship

with the Republic

would be severely compromised.

Painfully compromised.

Do I make myself clear?

Mm-hmm.

Your administrative fee

should cover the cost of issuing a search warrant.

Now, find a reason to search the Hammerhead!

As you wish, Colonel.

As you wish.

I'm unarmed.

How'd you get in here?

Where's my (108?

Hey, I'm irresistible to females.

Thanks, Camille.

Towel.

What, are you going to shoot me?

Why waste a good bullet?

I thought I told you never to come back.

I came here to do a job,

the biggest operation I ever signed up for.

I came ready for anything

the Congressionals could lob at me.

The only thing I wasn't prepared for

was running into you.

You'll get over it.

I did.

I wouldn't have come here unless I had to.

I wouldn't be here

if I knew you were coming.

Oh, god damn it.

I guess it's bad timing

for both of us.

Am I interrupting something?

Lovely. You brought company.

Uh, Barb, this is my wife Cora D.

How impressive.

I'm sure you'll have very strong, smart children.

I know this is awkward for all of us.

Barb, you got to know

all I ever wanted back in Seattle

was to disappear with you and never look back.

The war changed that.

The war changed everything.

Good one.

I'm not surprised you don't believe me.

The mission took months. After all that time,

I was better left a part of your past.

That's why I didn't get an invitation

to your wedding.

There's more to this story than meets the eye.

Do you remember what happened

in Topeka, Kansas,

how the whole city was wiped out?

I can explain.

I was chief of medical research

for the Congressional Directorate.

I was directly but unknowingly involved

in a globally catastrophic project...

An HIV derivative known as Red Ribbon.

It can kill you in 12 hours.

When I learned that Topeka, Kansas,

was a lab experiment

and that the Congressionals planned to unleash Red Ribbon

on the entire free territories,

I defected to the resistance.

It was Axel that helped me get out of Washington.

Initially, we married on paper

purely for identification purposes.

We've been on the run ever since.

How utterly goddamn heroic.

Now what the hell do you want with me?

Cora has the vaccine to Red Ribbon

in her system.

The Congressionals want it back.

We have to get her to Canada

to tell the truce commission there's a cure.

We have to tell the world. We need your help.

The cause needs your help.

What has the cause done for me lately?

Barb, where are the contact lenses?

If I knew, you think I'd tell you?

We know that Schmitz was here last night.

If you know where the lenses are,

for Christ's sake, will you name a price?

That's what you do, isn't it,

sell yourself to the highest bidder?

I'm out of your price range.

Is there another way out of here?

Are you kidding?

They'll have every exit covered.

Move it, ladies.

Give me 3 minutes and meet me downstairs.

Why should we trust you?

Maybe you shouldn't.

Check him.

Yes, Sir.

Tilt his head back.

He doesn't have any retinas, you morons.

Sorry about that, Charlie.

We're not open for breakfast.

It's all very legal.

We have a warrant.

It's a little sticky.

What exactly are you looking for, Willis?

This is a murder investigation.

It's a congressional matter.

I can assure you, Citizen,

that if we discover that you're involved,

the consequences will be abrupt...

And severe.

Who are they?

I picked them up off the boulevard.

I like a good ménage every now and then.

Go out through the back.

Scan them.

This is ridiculous.

Commence scan.

Malfunction.

Malfunction.

Malfunction.

Malfunction.

Sir, the scanner's broken, Sir.

Idiot.

You're wasting my time. Get out.

How long is this going to take?

As long as it takes, Citizen.

As long as it takes.

I wish you could see this mess.

I couldn't see it when it was clean.

What the hell were they looking for, anyway?

Stupid contact lenses.

Oh, yeah?

Schmitz was here last night

trying to trade them

for a trip to Canada.

I should have done it.

Contact lenses?

Yeah.

Like these?

What color are they?

The color of money.

We can give them to Axel

and help them escape.

Not so fast. This is our ticket to Europe.

Hey, they don't belong to us.

Finders keepers.

I still believe in fighting for what's right.

Cheer up, baby brother. We're rich.

You're making a mistake, Barb.

Tell me that when we get to Paris.

A big one.

Charlie, you worry too much.

It's not just about money, you know.

I knew Charlie was still friendly

with the resistance,

but I didn't know how friendly.

What's the code?

He's expecting me.

Let her through.

Big Fatso.

How's the king of the underworld?

Well, well, well...

If it isn't Barb the buxom.

A gesture.

Ooh, doughnuts.

I thought I'd be hearing from you real soon.

I have a proposition.

Oh, now ain't that sweet.

But you know I only like big, fat women.

A business proposition.

As in... lenses?

Now don't give me that surprised look

like you don't know what I'm talking about.

You didn't drive to the heart of the evil empire

to see how my diet's going.

You came to talk about the contact lenses,

didn't you?

I'm in a position to broker their sale.

That's what I heard.

I believe you've already met Mr. Schmitz.

Never looked better.

Let's make a deal.

Spike?

Anybody?

It's Charlie. I'm here.

Spike ain't here.

Well, where is she?

She knows I was supposed to meet her here.

She sent me instead.

I talk to Spike or I talk to nobody.

If the resistance wants to know where those lenses are,

you get me Spike.

Corning right down.

Spike.

Charlie Kopetski.

You are charged with concealing information

regarding the whereabouts

of a certain pair of contact lenses.

You can cooperate and talk to me...

Or you can join your little friend.

I'd rather join my friend!

1 million Canadian.

Deal.

I'm not done yet.

There's a plane I want to catch.

It's at the old airport

on the other side of the unoccupied zone.

Ooh, unoccupied zone.

Bad part of town.

I want safe passage for me and Charlie

through the zone.

That means an escort to the old airport.

The zone can be very unpredictable,

and the toll collector's quite difficult.

I'd have to staff a few more men here and there.

How about 1/2 a mil, Canadian?

750, up front.

Deal.

You got the lenses?

What do I look, new?

I'll meet you at the first toll

entering the unoccupied zone

an hour before sundown.

Cash for the lenses right there.

You're 5 minutes late,

I sell to another buyer.

What's wrong with the damn screen?

It's not picking up his thoughts.

Apparently, he has no visual data.

God damn it!

Where are the lenses?

Speak now, man...

Or suffer at your leisure.

The Easter bunny took them.

I'll talk.

I'll talk.

This guy has them.

What guy?

He's fat, wears a red suit,

white beard,

name's Kringle.

Kris Kringle.

Merry Christmas.

Ha ha ha ha.

She's trying to give me just $50.

What a mess.

Well, this mess is all yours, Curly.

The bar is yours.

Get out.

I'm giving it to you.

Me and Charlie, we're history.

What do you mean, "history"?

You're leaving forever?

You're not coming back?

Look, Barb...

I have no experience in running a bar.

I'm just a waiter, for Christ's sake.

Oh, Curly, relax. You're a natural.

Camille.

Well, this is it.

I'm going to miss you.

I'm going to miss you, too, Curly.

Now, take care of Camille, OK?

Yeah. Right.

I never thought I would see the day

you'd drive away in that horrible thing.

Where's Charlie? He's supposed to be here.

He told me he had to see an old friend.

Someone named Spike.

Spike?

Get in.

Oh, god.

Charlie!

Oh, my god.

What happened?

They're just kids.

What's that?

Charlie.

We heard the Congressionals discovered this place.

We were on our way to warn them.

Yeah, well, you were too late.

Listen to me, Barb. We need your help.

There's no more time.

That plane leaves in 90 minutes.

You're the only one who can help us now. Please.

For Charlie.

I'll take care of Charlie.

Let's go.

What about the lenses?

They're safe.

She'll never be able to get on that plane

without the contact lenses.

Let's have them.

I said they're safe.

Are you coming or not?

Tracking systems operative.

Rocket launcher armed.

Does the word "overkill" mean anything to you?

Have you ever driven into Steel Harbor?

No.

Then shut up.

What's this?

It's a roadblock.

On the other side is the unoccupied zone.

There's a toll.

You two stay here.

What's going on?

This is our escort.

Whoo, look at her,

all gussied up.

Ooh, nice jewelry, Barb.

Got the money?

No chitchat?

Have it your way.

I said cash!

Hey, I had to work fast.

It's a gold debit card with 750,000 credit on it.

As good as cash.

That wasn't part of the deal, Big Fatso.

I told you, I had to work fast.

You got the lenses?

Nice.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Back off, Axel!

Well, well, well...

If it isn't Axel the freedom fighter

and the famous Cora D.

We got ourselves a star-studded gathering

going on right here.

How could you?

How many times do I have to tell you?

I don't take sides. I'm in this for me.

Right, Big Fatso?

That's right, and I like the way you think.

The lenses.

All right. Phase 2 of the deal.

A safe escort to the old airport.

Oh, ho, ho. Slight change in plans.

You fat son of a bitch.

Cover her!

Nice work, Mr. Big Fatso.

I'm the man, I'm the man.

I have to ask you to drop your weapons.

You'll love this, Barb. Not only do I get the lenses,

but I get a million dollars bounty on your head

and a million on the doctor for turning you both in,

not to mention, the 3/4 million credit on the debit card.

Don't you just love it when a plan comes together?

The face may deceive, but the eyes never lie.

Do they, Dr. Devonshire?

Washington has been in such an uproar

since you ran away.

I can't tell you

how eager we are to have you back.

Whore.

Chief Willis...

Arrest these people.

I want you to know I had nothing to do

with what happened to Charlie.

I'm sorry.

Don't move!

Look out! She's got a grenade!

Take cover!

Floor it!

Hang on.

We're going to die.

God!

God damn you, Willis! I'll break you in half!

How am I supposed to get on the plane now?

If we get out of this alive, Barb, I'll kill you.

Axel, take the wheel.

What?

Don't argue. Hurry.

In an emergency, pull that yellow lever.

How come I don't get to drive?

Second toll dead ahead.

The airport is just beyond.

Here they come!

We can't just break through a bus!

Does this constitute an emergency?

Yes!

Oh, shit!

Hang on!

Whoa! Where are you going?

Holy shit!

Hey, wait up!

Give me your gun.

Get them to the airport. Quick. I'll stall them.

No, Barb, you can't.

I'll meet you at the plane. I promise.

Good-bye, Axel.

All right! Let's go!

Take Cora to the airport. I'm going back. Go!

There he is! Get him.

He's over here.

All right, let's go!

Forward!

Where are you, you bastard?

Is this what makes it go up and down?

Yeah. Yeah, it does.

Which one makes it go around?

This one right here.

What about this one?

How touching.

The last stand of the desperate.

Normally, I don't get emotional

about my work,

but vaporizing your springy ass

is going to be a real pleasure.

Heh heh heh.

Oh, Barb, we're so close. Don't you feel the magic?

This is just like my favorite song...

I got you, Babe.

Don't call me Babe.

Attention. Attention.

Prepare for retinal scan identification.

Only U.N. Authorized and identified personnel

will be permitted past this point.

All infractions will be dealt with severely.

Damn, Willis. We got to do something.

We could create a flamboyant diversion.

Thanks.

There they are.

Are we cutting it close enough?

Put these in.

Final seating flight 647.

Destination... Quebec.

Gate 2.

Hold that plane!

Good luck, doc.

Thank you.

Destination?

Quebec.

Step to the scanner.

Retinal scan verified.

Citizen approved by all governments.

She's home free.

Mission completed.

You're going to miss your plane.

So I thought Barb Wire never took sides.

Keep it to yourself.

Last call flight 647.

Good-bye, Axel.

Good-bye.

Attention, attention,

Flight 1018 to Gatwick canceled due to trade embargo.

Flight 1018 to Gatwick canceled due to trade embargo.

Where will you go?

I hear Paris is nice this time of year.

I do believe I'm falling in love.

Get in line.