All language subtitles for Neon.City.1991.1080p.BluRay.x264-OFT_track4_eng

(drámai trombitazene)

(szel zúgása)

(izgatott hegedűzene)

(vészjósló hegedű, elektronikus zene)

(drámai dobhang)

(vészjósló trombita, elektronikus zene)

(vészjósló zenekari zene)

(rádió zizegése)

(kerékpár motorjának zúgása)

(kutyák nyüszítése)

(rádió zizegése)
(ökle csattanása)

(kutyák nyüszítése)

(rádió zizegése)

Hé, szerencséd van.

Épp most sütöttem friss kenyeret.

Van szószt is.

(lövés dörren)

(kutyák ugatnak)

(fegyver ravasza kattan)

(izgatott fuvolazene)

(Reno morgása)
(Skin kuncogása)

(lövés dörren)

(lövések dörögnek)

Kapitány.

Hol vannak?

Menj vissza.

Fedezékbe, fedezékbe.

(kutyák ugatnak)

Szia, szia.

(lövések dörögnek)

Nézz szembe velem.

Nézz szembe velem.

(szel zúgása)

Üres vagy.

(Skin sikít)

(Skin morgása)

(izgatott hegedű, fuvolazene)

(lövés dörren)
(Skin morgása)

(kutyák ugatnak)
(szel zúgása)

Tudod, igazán szerencsés vagy.

Azok a Skinek élve hasítottak volna szét.

(Reno morgása)

(szel zúgása)

Hahó, Vörös Csillag.

Kedvesem, sok kreditet érsz.

(kéztőcsörgés)

(kutyák ugatnak)
(Harry morgása)

(izgatott elektronikus zene)

Hogy vagy, srácok?

Ma nektek szerencsés napotok van, gyertek.

Vigyélek be a városba.

(jármű zörög)

(izgatott hegedűzene)

(izgatott elektronikus zene)

hol vagy?

Nemar,

hol vagy?

(ló nyerít)

(feszült fémes hangok)

(izgatott hegedűzene)

Ki.

(lakosok kiabálnak, beszélgetnek)

Mind meghaltak, mind meghaltak.

Egy Vörös Csillagot hozok.

Harry M. Stark, mindent tudunk rólad.

Papírok.

Most csak egy Outlandi fejvadász
szemétgyűjtő vagyok.

Ha érted, amit mondok.

Fogd meg ezt.
(főtiszt nyög)

Most ő az enyém

amíg el nem szállítom
és meg nem kapom a krediteket.

Van valakinek problémája ezzel?

(lakosok beszélgetnek)

Hagyj békén.

(lakosok kiabálnak, beszélgetnek)

Nem, az enyém, az enyém.

No, leave me alone.

Did you hear? Leave me alone, no.

No.
- Get out.

- [PA] Attention, Attention.

Jericho immigration will not open today.

Jericho immigration will not open.

- [Transport Driver] Overland
Transport, Neon City.

Leaving Jericho.

Making for Astro Station.

- [PA] All transient passports

must be presented at
Jericho Ranger Station.

Mutants report to Jericho
quarantine immediately.

All mutants report directly to quarantine.

Brand identification is mandatory.

Brand IDs verified and renewed
at the medical station.

(flame hisses)

Food distribution will remain
open until 14:00 hours.

Jericho food distribution is
limited to even numbers only.

Odd distribution on odd days.

Food allotments may not be exceeded.

Allotments may not be exceeded.

Medical supplies are unavailable
until further notice.

All Skins are restricted
to main floor services.

Attention, all transient passports

must be presented at
Jericho Ranger Station.

Mutants report to Jericho
quarantine immediately.

- I got 357 reloads, they're lead.

- Oh, dumdums.

You want split heads or mercuries?

- I'll split 'em myself.

- [PA] Jericho housing levels two and five

will close to maintain
anti-toxic integrity

for three hours daily between
09:00 and 12:00 hours.

This condition will continue
until further notice.

(welding torch crackles)

- [Ranger Dispatch] This is
Jericho, Jericho Station.

Check in please.

- [Ranger 1] 103, hold.

- [Ranger 2] Gimme some
more pressure, more.

- Can I get some attention please?

I've got a drop off.

- We're full up.

- Nah, you'll make room for this one.

- Bring 'em around in front.
- Why?

We haven't been booking whores for years.

- I'm no whore.
- Oh yeah? (chuckles)

- Hold on a second.
- Too bad.

I'd pay for a slice.

- Look, just log her in,
I'll be back for my credits.

- See you around, asshole.

- Enjoy the bath.

(machine beeps, whirs)

- [Automated Voice] Attention, Red Star.

Restrain with extreme prejudice.

- It's looking good.
- What's the matter,

lose your appetite?
- Extreme prejudice.

(steam hisses)

- What's it this month?
- Dog food again.

It's canned and some-

- Keep moving, keep moving.
- Dog biscuits and jerky.

- [Officer] I'm sorry,

you've exceeded your
allotment for the month, next.

- I can't wait.

Look, I've got money.

New credits.
- Next.

- [Jericho Doctor] But I...

(residents chattering)

(mutant whimpers)

- Oh please Mr. Gary,
just one the more week.

Oh, I know.

I'll even throw in a
midnight show for free.

All new material.
- Dicky,

you know I think you're the
best, I'd do anything for you.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, except
give me another week.

- I can't even give you another day.

Too many people know
what you've been selling

out of that little
suitcase of yours, Dicky.

It's bad for my business.

- Somebody has to do it.

I help people.

They need me.

- Selling death ain't funny, Dicky.

Look, I wish you the best and I hope

the audition in Neon City pays off.

Hell, look at the bright side.

The air's gotta be better up there.

- Say, what's the weather
forecast for tomorrow?

- [Gary] I know you're going to tell me.

- Cloudy with a slight chance of acid-

- Acid rain. (hand pats)

Dicky, good luck, pal.

- I'll need it. (laughs)

Oh god.

(rain pattering)

(anxious violin music)

(Jericho Doctor coughs)

- [Dr. Tom] You could try
the black market for food.

- [Jericho Doctor] Are
you the black market?

- Not exactly.

(Jericho Doctor chokes)

Such a nasty cough.

Isn't that better?

(ominous tones)

(Dr. Tom pants, groans)

- That's the last time, Tom.

- Nah.

Yeah, sure, 'til you need some more cash.

- Find yourself another source.

- Why would I do that?

Your stuff is the best.

- I'm through with this.

- Oh Christ, you got a
booming business here.

You got people crawling in here

with all kinds of diseases, cancers.

Hell,

the world going to crap

is the best thing that
ever happened to you.

- I'm quitting, Tom.

If you don't leave me alone,
I'll turn you in if I have to.

- Maybe.

Maybe not.

(Dr. Tom chuckles)

(electricity crackles)

(anxious violin music)

(mutant babbles)

- [Guard] Go on mutant, get outta here.

- You ever heard of a
prosecutor named Jenkins?

- Who the hell hasn't?

He took both my sister's kids.

Of course now, it's Captain Jenkins.

- Captain of what?
- Rangers.

He left Genetic Prosecutions
about a year ago.

They made him head
honcho over in Neon City.

- Hmm, Captain Jenkins.
- What's he to you?

- He served papers on my
family, I'm gonna kill him.

- Step away from the bar, tough guy.

I heard you were
freelance in the Outlands.

- I was.

- I heard you even went back East.

- [Harry] I did.

- Did you bring me back anything?

- Have you been a good boy?

- Stark, you're an
ungrateful son of a bitch.

But a sight for sad eyes
all the same. (laughs)

- It's good to see you.
- Good to see you.

- Let me buy you a drink.
- Absolutely.

It's been too long.

Tell me, you got nothing better

to do than to piss my people off?

- That's not hard to do.

- You noticed that.

- [Skin] Stark,

you got lucky at Annie's.
- Sorry I missed you.

- You boys want to be sure
to be out of here by dark.

Now go on, move out.
- Whatever you say, Captain.

We'll see you in the Outlands, Stark.

- That Red Star you brought in,
that's a nice piece of work.

Torched her own home,
murdered her own parents.

- No kidding?
- Yeah.

But she's out of my jurisdiction.

- That's bullshit, her
warrant's universal.

- Yeah, but the bookings out
of the Northern Districts.

They gotta run her through
the courts up there.

- That's not my problem.

- It is if you want your credits.

- What are you up to, Raymond?

- Harry.
- Where's she gotta go?

- Neon City.

There's a transport leaving
for Neon this morning.

I've got an escort waiting
for it at Astro Station

but I got nobody to ride
shotgun until it gets there.

The job's yours, Harry, if you want it.

- I'll make my own delivery.

- Okay Harry, I've got this
VIP passenger on board.

She's the daughter of this
rich prick in Neon City.

Hell, I'd take her
myself but I can't leave.

You've seen the kind
of help I've got here.

- You'll think of something,
Raymond, you're the law.

- You were a good Ranger.

I'm asking for some help.
- Don't.

- Harry, if we're ever
gonna get things turning,

respect for the law comes first.

We can't just-
- No, Raymond.

Life and liberty come first.

That's what your laws are
supposed to guarantee.

- I did everything I could, Harry.

- You did jack shit.

The whole department sat around

with its thumb up its ass while Jenkins

was given a free hand to
walk all over my life.

- It had to be done.

- Don't say that.

- It's the law, Harry.

- He was my son.
- He was mutant.

(fist thuds)
(Raymond grunts)

(anxious violin music)

- Fuck you and the law.

(residents chattering)

- Let's go, let's go.

There's a line up there,

one line's not gonna be enough for that.

How you doing?
- All right.

I haven't seen you on a Neon
run in a long time, Bulk.

- Yeah, well I kinda lost my seniority

when I took a little vacation.

These windows up or down?

- Down man, the fumes will kill you.

- Dicky Devine?

- Yeah, we're finally getting rid of him.

- He tries his act on my coach,

I'll leave his ass in the Xander.

- Now you better load yourself up.

The Skins are making some hits lately.

Mostly East but you don't
wanna take any chances.

- This all the ammo?
- That's the best I can do.

- Might as well leave the guns.

What's the weather report?

- A couple of Xander Clouds
and one of our people

in Astro claims he saw a
Bright but no confirmation.

- Spend the night in Astro?
- Mm hmm.

- That's good because my sister's there

and I haven't seen her in five years.

- Yeah, just set it down right here.

Yeah, they're blasting
some new wells in Neon.

You're gonna be carrying
some pretty heavy shit.

Perfectly safe but it takes
a lot of heat for it to go.

Bonus, 100 new credits.

- That I like.

- Yes sir.
- Sign it.

- Gladly.

- Why can't I go on the transport?

Why do I have to ride with him?

- You got lucky.

- So it looks like we're
stuck with each other, huh?

- And don't bring her back.

- Yes sir, I'll check.
- Killed your mom and dad, eh?

Nice move.
- They're not here.

The files aren't here.

- All right, let's go man.

We got hot stuff, we gotta pack
it in there nice and tight.

We don't want anything moving
around, let's go, move it.

All right men, tie it down and let's go.

We gotta get outta here now!

- Careful with those,
they're very expensive.

They need to be loaded in the front.

- [Worker] You got it, lady.

- Excuse me.

This is the Neon transport?

- Yeah, it's even nicer on the inside.

- Please be careful,
especially with that one.

- You want me to load that bag for you?

- If you don't mind, I'd
like to hold onto it.

- Well, suit yourself.

- Diesel-powered?

- It's turbojet-assisted,
baby's got a lot of torque.

- Bulk.

You been dieting?

It looks like you're down
to medium-gross. (laughs)

You know, I'm really gonna
enjoy riding shotgun with you.

- Oh sorry Dicky,

he's the guy that twisted
my arm behind my back.

So he's gonna ride up
front with me on this trip.

Oh, but why don't you get
yourself a nice seat in the back?

(Bulk laughs)

All right, load 'em up!

- I just got a call.

Got a doctor on the way
out and another woman.

- Well, we can always use a doctor.

The woman got a name?

- Oh yeah, Sandy from The Lone Star.

I heard she could show you

a real good time if you can afford her.

- Excuse me.

I've got a town to get out of.

Oh my god, Bulk.

Look at you.

I thought you were in-

- Sandy, it's great to see you.

You look good.

Here, let me help you with this.

- Thanks.

(officer grunts)

(soft electronic music)

Thank you, sir.

(officer grunts)

- [Officer] No, no, no, no, no.

Tie it up on the other
side and tie it down good.

- [Worker] Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Harry.

- When did you get out?

- A month ago.

- You two gonna have a problem?

- Not me, Captain.

What's five years between old buddies?

He was just doing his
job, weren't you, Harry?

- I need it loaded in.
- Hey, come on.

- Who's your old buddy?
- We used to be friends.

- Yeah, what'd he do?

- Five years for beating a man
to death in a street brawl.

- And you busted him?
- That's right.

- Your old buddy?
- Yeah.

- Nice move, asshole.

- Who the hell do you think-

(explosion booms)

(people screaming)

Raymond.

- All right everyone,
calm down, calm down.

Just some Skins raising hell.

(ominous cello music)

- You did that, didn't you, huh?

Son of a bitch.

(fist thuds)
(Harry grunts)

(rifle butt thuds)

- Nice job.
- Thanks, Captain.

- Get him in the transport.

Cuff that one to him.

(ominous cello, trumpet music)

- [Soldier] Move that.

- Good.

He keeps working the Outlands much longer,

he'd be dead or no better than a Skin.

He know you're here?

- [Sandy] He looks different.

Worse than I remember.

- He is.

- Don't do this, Raymond.

It isn't fair.

I got a whole new life
waiting for me in Neon.

- I need the extra firepower on board.

I'm sorry Sandy, it's
the luck of the draw.

- Yeah, well it stinks.

(workers chattering)

- Keep an eye on him.

- Do I have a choice?
- Nope.

- Hey Neon, wait.

- [Bulk] Almost didn't make it, Doc.

- Tom, call me Dr. Tom.

- [Dicky] Oh, no, no, no,
no, I'll be fine right here.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- Ugh.

(vehicle whirs)

(Twink gasps)

- Excuse me, I didn't see anybody there.

What's your problem, lady?

- You're handcuffed to him.

- Step inside, Mr. Wing.

All right folks, can I
have your attention please?

We just made contact
with Satellite Monica 3

a few minutes ago and
it seems they picked up

a large group of Skins
coming down from the North.

Now there's an armed escort
meeting you at Astro Station

and with Bulk here and Stark on board,

you're more than well-equipped to handle

any problems you might
encounter along the way.

But if any of you should decide
to stay behind now, I should

warn you, this could be the
last transport for some time.

- Well how many Skins?
- What do you mean by

the last transport, I don't
really understand this?

- Hold on a minute, we're
going through no matter what.

Anybody wants to stay,

the company would be glad
to give you a refund.

- I'll stay.
- Like hell.

- Well,

maybe I should,

I've gotta make my audition.

- Surely the government can guarantee

the safety of the highways, Captain.

- Where you been, lady?

- Actually, I've been in
Switzerland for the past few years.

It can't be that bad.

- Sandy?

- There's someone waiting for me in Neon.

- Duty calls I'm afraid,
they need me in Neon City.

- I'll go.

- Well then, I guess that's about it.

- Captain, my father is holding you

personally responsible for my safety.

- Yes ma'am, Miss Talaman, I know.

Well then I guess that's it.

I'm sure you folks will
have a nice, safe journey.

Bye.

(ominous violin music)
(transport whirs)

(dramatic trumpet music)

- Oh, say Dr. Tom,

I don't recall seeing you
around Jericho before.

- Oh, I'm just passing through.

- Oh, where from?

- Well, back East.

Well I mean, as far back
East as you can live anymore.

I mean, there's not really
much I could do there.

The Water's bad, air is bad,
Xander Clouds all the time.

I figured out West can't be any worse.

- Well, I'm sure they'll
need doctors in Neon City.

Especially after I get there.

After all, I always leave
everyone in stitches. (laughs)

(Dr. Tom chuckles)

In stitches, get it? (laughs)

Something tells me you folks
are gonna be a tough house

and this is really gonna
be a really long trip.

(anxious violin music)

- All right folks, my name is Bulk.

I'm here to welcome you

to Overland's Transport Neon City Run.

How y'all doing back there?

The toilet's in the middle of the coach.

Don't drink the water.

Drinking the water is okay
from either tank at the rear.

Don't drink the water if the
filter's below the red line.

You all know what'll happen.

We don't want anybody
getting the runs. (laughs)

We'll travel for about four hours.

We'll be at the Astro Station by five

and that's where we'll spend the night.

If you need help, just give me a holler.

Enjoy your trip.

(upbeat violin music)

- Oh.

- Oh my,

a book.

- I've been saving this one for years.

It's the only one of hers I've never read.

(upbeat violin music)

- So you say you have a job
in Neon City, Mr. Devine?

- Yes.

Well, practically.

I've played nearly
everywhere in the States.

Well, everywhere you can I mean.

Well, you know what they say.

As long as we can keep our
sense of humor. (laughs)

- Things can get worse than they are now.

- There's your joke.

- Things could be a lot worse.

- Yeah, you could be chained to this.

(Harry grunts)

(Harry coughs)

(keys jingling)

- Give me your arm.

Get me a drink of water.
- Up yours.

- Here.

(relaxed violin music)
It's safe.

- Yeah, right.

- Afraid you might catch something?

- Not this time.

- Now I know, I've met you
someplace before, haven't I?

I'm Dicky Devine.

- Sandy.

Sandy Randall.

- [Dicky] No, doesn't ring a bell.

What do you do?
- I'm getting married.

- Oh, really?

Well, congratulations.

- Thank you.

- Say, I've got some great marriage gags.

Anybody here got a great marriage?

Well, I guess it's about
time for me to hit the head.

(Dicky laughs)

(Dicky sighs)

You know folks, I've
got the strange feeling

that this act is about to
go into the toilet. (laughs)

- Come on, you never heard of me?

The Killer Tomato, my
famous squeeze of death?

My parents taught music
lessons back in Indiana.

Blew the whole area years ago.

It's just me and my sister now.

Her name's Beth.

Not bad, huh?

- Lovely.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, that's enough.

- Of course, Beth likes men

who hold up their end of
the conversation. (laughs)

- Mm.

Salute. (speaking foreign language)

- The doctor did it.
- Huh?

- Her book, the doctor did it.

- That was a childish thing to do.

Just pretend you didn't hear it.

- At least it proves
the poor thing can read.

(Reno grunts)

- Back down.

Pull another stunt like that,
you can ride in the trailer.

- Fine with me.

- Pardon me, but does anybody
feel anything unusual?

- It's a Xander.
(alarm blares)

- [Bulk] All right folks,

we're about to enter a Xander Cloud.

Now let's not panic, you've
all been through it before.

Rebreathers are under your seat.

(anxious electronic music)

- I've never been in a Xander Cloud.

- You're gonna be okay.

Just breathe, breathe.

(engine sputters)

(tense violin music)
(Dicky coughs)

- Oh my god.

Oh my god.
- Don't worry, if we stop,

take a few deep breaths,
get it over real fast.

(oxygen tank hisses)

- Hold this.

(Harry inhales)

(tense violin music)

(tank pumps)

(Twink whimpers)

(eerie violin tones)

(anxious violin music)

(Sandy sighs)

(Dr. Tom coughs)

- You okay?

- Yeah.

(anxious trumpet music)

- Thanks, Harry.

- Thank God.

Why aren't we turning back?

Why doesn't the driver stop?

- All right, take it
easy, you're all right.

It's over, it's all over.

(Twink weeps)

- All right folks, rest stop coming up.

A chance to stretch your legs
and maybe some fresh water.

Damn water's gone bad.

- Yeah, I got a feeling about this place.

- I got you covered, Harry.

- Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.

(wind howling)

(low, anxious electronic music)

(tense metallic tones)
- Bye-bye bag.

Bye-bye bag.

- I know, come on.

Come on.

Bulk, I need Devine and
tell him to bring his case.

- [Bulk] Dicky, Stark
wants you, bring your bag.

Come on Devine, let's go.

(anxious violin, flute music)

- I need a bye bag.

- Oh, sometimes people don't understand.

- Yeah, right.

(anxious violin, flute music)

Here.

There you go.

I'm sorry.

(baby coos)

(anxious violin music)

- [Dr. Tom] We just can't
leave them, perhaps I could-

- What was in that bag you gave them?

- Poison, that's why they
called them bye-bye bags.

Mister law and order over here

just killed himself a family of three.

He kills people and you're
what, just a salesman, right?

You make money by selling that stuff?

And you all call me a murderer, right.

(transport whirs)

- There's only one thing that
can burn a body like that.

They got caught outside in a Bright.

- A Bright?

- Yeah.

Nobody knows exactly what it is.

It's kinda like a rainbow.

- Think of a giant
magnifying glass in the sky

made out of tiny particles
of water and pollutants.

When it diffracts and magnifies sunlight,

it creates a hot spot, a Bright.

Hard to tell where or
when it's going to happen

and how intense it's going to be.

(ominous violin, trumpet music)

- Hey driver, you happen to
leave your old buddy back there?

- Out of sight, not out of mind.

- Your friend's got a sense of humor.

- Yeah, she's a lot of laughs.

She torched her parents.

- Nobody's perfect.

- You're a sick man, Bulk.

- Ain't we all?

- May I help you?

- Thank you.

- Just like that.

It's clean.

(Twink coughs)
- Thank you.

- I've been meaning to ask you,

how come you know so
little about living here?

- I guess because I've lived
in a cave for most of my life.

(Dicky laughs)

- A cave?

- Yes, in a cave in Switzerland.

My daddy sent me away to school there

when I was a little girl
but it wasn't very fun.

They built these emergency
shelters deep in the mountains

a long time ago with
enough room and provisions

for everyone in the country.

All the Swiss people live
underground like gophers

waiting for the world to get better.

They have a lot of solar
power but they almost

never see the sun and they
eat a lot of chocolate,

so they're big and they're
fat and they're pasty white.

Are you all right?

- I'm not what you think,
I'm not a bad person.

I perform a necessary
function with my sales.

I mean somebody has to
do it, don't you see?

I mean, think of all the
suffering there'd be without them.

- Excuse me.

(tense violin music)

- It's a shame the bastards let it happen.

- Hard to place the blame.

Everyone was pouring filth into the sky.

The ozone was dying for 100 years.

- And it would've lasted another hundred

if Xander hadn't finished it off.

- What did Xander do?
- His laser experiments

blew a hole in the ozone layer

and it just kept getting
bigger and bigger.

- [Bulk] Astro Station.

(anxious electronic music)

- Be good to have a hot meal.
- And a fresh audience.

(anxious violin tones)

(transport whirs, hisses)

- What do you think?

- Where is everybody?

What's going on?

Where's our escort?

- Do you know how to use this?

- No, no, no, no guns please.

(Harry sighs)

- Here.

- Point and shoot, right?

- Right.

- Hey, you're not gonna
leave me like this, are you?

Where am I gonna go?

- I'm trusting you.

Bulk.

Everybody stay with the coach.

(gun cocks)

(door creaks)

(low, anxious electronic tones)

(Skin screams)
(gunshots booming)

(Skin grunts)

(Skin gurgles)
(neck snaps)

- [Skin 1] What was that,
what are they doing?

- [Skin 2] Nothing, drunk.

Let's go.
- Not through with her yet.

(Beth groans)

Come on, bitch.

Move, do something.

Yeah, yeah, that's good.

(gunshots booming)

(Skin screams)

(skin grunts)

(glass shatters)

- Beth.

Oh god.

(somber flute music)
(Bulk weeps)

(tense violin tones)

Beth.

(Skin screams)
(Twink screams)

- Hey.

(Skin cackles)
(Twink screams)

(gunshot booms)

(Twink wails)

- You're okay, you're okay.

- I'm outta here.

- Reno.

(anxious electronic music)

Reno!

Reno!

(gunshots booming)
(Skin groans)

- Hang on, hang on.

- They killed everyone.
- Shh.

- I couldn't help. (weeps)

(Reno whistles)
(gunshot booms)

(Skin grunts)

(gunshots booming)

(Skin screams, grunts)

(bike engine rumbles)

(Reno screams)

(Reno crashes)

- This is what I get
for trusting you, huh?

You could get killed
pulling a stunt like that.

- Just leave me alone.

- You wanna be alone, huh?

You know how long you'd
last out here alone?

The Skins own the Outland.

They want everything
that passes through it.

Your only chance is if we stick together.

- I don't need anybody.

- Fine.

You wanna commit suicide?

You wanna be on your own?

Be my guest.

- That one's mine.

So is the one by the transport.

- Ah,

Ah,

ah.

Oh, I would've been a great doctor.

Superior.

Well,

are you ready now for your

open heart surgery today, Mr. Smith?

Well, maybe

not heart surgery now.

How about a gallbladder?

I feel like a gallbladder.

Maybe...
(door creaks)

- Here.

- Thank you.

- How's she doing?

- Oh, about the same.

Look what those animals did to her finger.

Bulk told me that she had

this beautiful ring that
her mother gave her.

- She's so young.

- [Dr. Tom] So are you.

- What the hell kind of
shit are you, anyway?

- Why, I'm a doctor.

I'm a doctor.

(machine beeps, whirs)

- [Skin 3] Then where the hell are they?

- [Skin 4] Last I heard,

they were still tearing up Astro Station.

- [Skin 3] You seen the
Neon City transport?

Cedar said it got stuck in a Xander.

- [Skin 4] Check it out.

There'll be something worth salvaging.

Rendezvous at moonrise on the
Jericho Road at 30 Mile Bend.

- We can't transmit to Jericho.

- And when their friends
don't make the rendezvous?

- Mm hmm, but we've got some time.

(Bulk screams)

Keep listening.

- No!

No!

No!

Oh god.

(somber violin music)

Why?

(Bulk weeps)

- I say enough talk.

We stay off the main road
and push on for Neon City.

Let's vote.
- What if you're wrong?

What if it's a trap and
they're waiting for us?

We've gotta go back.

- My daddy can wait a little
longer to see me, back.

- There's no going back.

I'm with Stark.

- I agree with Mr. Stark.

- You get a vote.

- What vote, jail or jail?
- Or dead.

- Than I'd rather die trying, Neon City.

- Neon City.

- I'd say there's enough of
your kind already in Neon.

- I'm getting married.

- Yeah, on your back in a cheap hotel.

- That was out of line, sir.

- You know, for an asshole,
you're a real asshole.

- Bulk, I'll take the first
leg, you get some rest.

- Wait a minute.

I don't think you realize
how serious this is.

I mean, you all decided so quickly.

We have to go back to Jericho.

- Miss, what I would like to do

is stay here and crush any
Skin I can get my hands on.

What we're gonna do is drive
on to Neon City tonight.

(anxious violin music)

- Did you have something going?

- We had a son.

He was born blind,

had a cleft palate, some other
problems and the Authority

said he was mutant, so they took him away.

Harry thought I falsified

my medical papers to the Marriage Board.

- Did you?

- I'm not mutant

but they sterilized me just the same.

- [Dr. Tom] Is that all the food?

- [Twink] And there
wasn't any fresh water.

- They must've hit the well.

(somber violin music)

Watch it.

- I'm sorry.

- Can't we stop this thing?

I need to use a ladies room

and not one that bounces every second.

We haven't eaten in hours.

- There's food in the back.

- I'm sick of canned hash and dried fruit.

I need a solid meal.

- I've got some breath mints.

- It's like offering me
water when I need wine.

- So, try two breath mints.

(Dr. Tom laughs)

That's a funny line, two breath mints.

You don't think it's funny?

You don't think anything's funny, do you?

What do you know about humor anyway?

Two breath mints is a funny line.

(Bulk sighs, groans)

- You know, I used to be a big fan

of yours when you were singing.

- Yeah, well it's a long time ago.

- You had such a beautiful voice.

I used to come into your place two,

three times a week just
to listen to you sing.

- I remember.

- So what's in Neon City?

- A very

nice man.

- You love him?

- He makes me feel good.

- Sandy,

Prosecutor Jenkins,

he's in Neon City.

He's Captain of the Rangers there.

- Harry will kill him.

(Bulk sighs)

(transport whirs)

- Looks like we're in business.

Come on in.

- Oh yeah, I've heard of this place.

Salmonella gave it five
stars in the Tomaine Review.

- Terrific.

At least if we'd stayed on the main road,

we might've gotten decent food.

- Evening.

Sorry I wasn't here to greet you.

Welcome.

- He's one of them.

Let's go.

- We'd like a fill up and
we'd like to order, please.

- Well, all we got left
this late is the special.

It's real good.
- Okay.

- Sorry I scared the little lady.

(Harry chuckles)
(Delmer laughs)

- You treated him like he was normal.

- Some of them are.
- And some of us aren't.

- [Dr. Tom] He looks clean enough.

- [Dicky] I wonder what the special is?

(relaxed piano music)
(passengers chattering)

- I haven't eaten like this in six months.

Talk to her, Stark.

(relaxed piano music)

- Dicky says you and Stark were married.

- We were.

- So why did he call you-

- A whore?

I have a few friends.

They take care of me, I take care of them.

- I think I'd kill myself first.

- That's why I'm going to Neon City.

- If you folks are finished,
I'd like to clean up.

- [Dicky] Thank you, that was delicious.

Delicious, lovely meal.

(Dicky garbles)

- Delmer, I thought I'd drop back

and see if you got paid enough credits.

- Stark.

I'd like you to meet my wife, Arla.

- It's a pleasure.

- And my son,

Timmy.

- If you report us, they'll take him away.

He's completely normal, look at him.

- I'd be the last person to do that.

(soft piano music)

Come here.

Hi.

You're a lucky man, Delmer.

You look after your family.

- You ever find where
they took your child?

- I found his grave.

Look at us, huh?

I hunt men for money and you,

you really getting married?

- Yeah.

- To a customer?

- What difference could it make to you?

You let them fix me like some dumb animal.

- Sandy, it was the law.
(hand slaps)

- Dammit Harry, he was my son too.

- I've been blaming you for a
lot of things over the years.

I was wrong, I'm sorry.

- Are you going after Jenkins?

- Yes.

- I got a whole new life, Harry.

Someone who really cares about
me, now don't ruin it for me.

- He killed our son.
- Forget about Jenkins.

- I can't do that.

- Then I can't forgive you.

(relaxed violin music)

- I read in the books
they were cleaning it up.

It was getting better.

Hell, they even said you could

breathe clean air every couple of months.

- Who's really to blame?

Xander was working for
NASA, it was their project.

- [Skin] Hey Neon, you didn't
forget about us, did you?

- [Bulk] I didn't know
they were anywhere near.

Stark, we got company!

(tense drumbeat)

(engine rumbles)

- Do we have to worry about them?

- No, I don't think so, we
could probably outrun them.

(gunshot booms)
(air hisses)

Then again, get down.

Bulk.

Pass me back some ammunition.

They've got heavy caliber shit back there.

Here, don't give me any shit about guns.

(tense trumpet music)

Dicky.

Here and use it this time.

- [Dicky] Oh god.

(gunshots booming)

(Twink screams)

- [Harry] Bulk, get some
speed out of this thing.

- We are on fire.

- Ah, shit.

Stark, the trailer, we're gonna lose it.

You got enough explosions back there

to blow us to Neon and back.

(gunshot booms)
(Twink screams)

- Reno, back door, cover me.

- You've got the gun, you cover me.

(gunshots booming)
(tense ensemble music)

(tires screech)

(tense trumpet music)

- Come on, grab her legs.

- I can't get it.
- Keep trying.

(tense violin tones)

(gunshots booming)

(engine rumbling)

Sandy, hold this.

- [Sandy] Harry.

(gunshots booming)

- [Reno] I got it.

- Inside.

(tense ensemble music)

(explosion booms)

You okay?
- Yeah.

- Damn.

- A Bright.

- [Bulk] Folks, we got a Bright.

Each window has a shield curtain.

Pull 'em down, put 'em in place.

Stark, get up here, I
need your help right now.

- Black out those windows.

- You'll have to handle the panel.

I'll tell you what switch to throw.

Number one.

The cooling system only
lasts for a few minutes.

(anxious ensemble music)

(sky warbling, crackling)

That red lever on the floor.
- Uh-huh?

- Pull it.

Pull it!

- I am.
- Harry, come on.

(shielding whirs)

Put your goggles on now.

- No, no, no, no, no, keep the glasses on.

You'll go blind, keep 'em on.

(tense drumbeat)

- Grab the wheel.

You're gonna have to watch
the temperature gauge.

The coach hits 130, switch two.

The cab hits 140, switch three.

Last ditch emergency, pull the red switch.

- What's that do?

- Pulls the water tank seals.

500 gallons on the coach, 200 on the cab.

That'll give us about five
seconds to get the hell out.

If we're not out, that's it.

Here we go.

(tense trumpet music)

(sky warbling, crackling)

- We're above 140.
- Switch three.

(tense trumpet music)

(water hisses)

(Harry coughs)

Hit it.

(water hisses)

(tank booms)

(tense rising trumpet music)

(passengers sighing)

(Harry sighs)
(Bulk coughs)

- Pull us over.

(transport whirs)

(low, anxious violin music)

(Harry grunts, coughs)

Keep an eye out, they
could've had some friends.

Come on, everybody out.

(passengers coughing)

- [Sandy] Dicky's hurt.

- Oh doc.

- Anything I can do to help?

- Yeah, get me some water.

- Here.
- Good, thanks.

- How bad is he?

- He's real bad.

I got some painkillers in there
I'm gonna try to give him.

Look,

Why don't you go outside?

I'm gonna take care of him, okay?

There's nothing you can do really.

Here Dicky, try, try, Dicky, Dicky.

Come on, just a little.

Just a little, Dicky, just a little.

(Dicky coughs)

- The doc's working on him.

- How can we all live like this?

- If I were free like
you people, I'd be gone.

- Hey, think up a funny one for this one.

What's a guy say when
he's about to be murdered?

(Dicky stutters fearfully)

Sorry, Dicky.

That's not funny.

(Dicky groans, gurgles)

- Bye-bye, Dicky.

Bye-bye,

Dicky.

Bye-bye,

Dicky.

(anxious violin music)

- Let's go.

(anxious violin music)

- You'd think you get
used to it but you don't.

- And each time,

you lose a little more of
what it takes to be human.

- Yeah.

- What are they making there?

- [Harry] Nothing.

- But it's working.

- And it'll probably keep on working

for about four or 5,000 years.

Of course, nobody can go near it.

- Oh.

(Harry sighs)

(low, anxious electronic music)

(Harry coughs)

(Harry sniffs)

- Everybody, come on in.

(water sloshes)

(sensor beeps)

(low, anxious cello music)

- Harry?

- It's clean.

(passengers laughing)

- [Twink] How wonderful.

(relaxed electronic, flute music)

(relaxed electronic, flute music)

- [Dr. Tom] Stark, Bulk says

he needs some help with the truck.

(relaxed electronic music)

- This is the best I've
felt in the longest time.

Then again, most of these
experiences were simulated.

- I can imagine.
- I know, right?

- Excuse me, is this a private party?

- [Reno] What do you want?

- Oh, that's original, what do I want?

How about what do you got?

- You stay away from me.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

- Well, maybe I need your advice.

You see, I have this problem.

Women say that I come
on too strong for them.

(Dr. Tom grunts)

(Reno whimpers)

- Okay, no problem.
(head thuds)

(Dr. Tom grunts)

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.
- Reno, are you all right?

I guess she's just not
used to being turned down.

I mean no offense Reno,
I'm just not interested.

(soft anxious violin music)

(fire crackling)

- You okay?

- Yeah.

You know, I've spent all my life

dodging other people's lies.

You wanna know what really happened

with my parents, foster parents?

They had charge of
about a dozen of us kids

and they used to rent us out
for whatever they could get.

They'd sell us.

Well, one of the kids died

from a beating that they gave her.

So the rest of us just decided to split

and we threw a torch at
the place before we left.

We didn't think that
they'd burn in the fire.

Hell, we were just kids.

I was the oldest, I was 12.

Soon after that, the
Rangers caught up with us.

Well, I told them it was all my fault

so that the other kids could get away

(Reno weeps)

And that's how I got my Red Star.

(somber electronic music)

- Things don't always turn
out the way we expect them to.

(somber electronic music)

(relaxed violin, electronic music)

- Hey Mr. Wing, over there
to the right, what is that?

- Sirius, this one.

- Well, you sure know
a lot about the stars.

You know, you're a lot
older than I expected.

You've done something to your looks

and I'm pretty good
with faces, Mr. Xander.

That face was plastered
all over for a long time.

How does it feel to be
responsible for all this?

- I was very young.

I thought I was going
to end the whole war.

An intensifier that can
adapt to a common laser.

You can't fight it.

- Yeah, well that's what they said

when they invented
gunpowder and the atom bomb.

- But it can be used
for peaceful purposes.

- Well that sure as hell

doesn't make much difference now, does it?

- I am certain it can be adjusted

to neutralize harmful
radiation we have now.

- So what's stopping you?

- There is nowhere for me to work.

The labs I need are destroyed or worn out.

I keep looking but I'm always
afraid they will find me.

Are you going to turn me in?

(Bulk sighs)

- Nah.

They'll just string you up.

What good would that do?

Maybe someday you'll
be able to do it, huh?

What a night, huh?

(soft violin music)

- Look, a shooting star.

- Yeah, make a wish.
(Reno chuckles)

Well?

- Well if I tell you, it
probably won't come true.

- If you don't tell me, it
definitely won't come true.

- I wish that you'd go away with me.

I heard of a settlement
way up North in the Yukon.

We could start all over.

- I can't do that.

- What's so great about
working the Outlands?

Are you in a hurry to die?

The Yukon's got clean air and farms

and people raising clean food.

- No chance, it's colder
and it's deadlier than here.

- No, that's the thing,
it's getting warmer.

- I've been hearing that for years.

- So what?

Maybe it is a lie but what
have we got to lose, huh?

If it's true, just think about it.

Honestly it's more than worth
the risk of finding out.

- [Bulk] Stark.

- We could leave tonight.

- What, take the transport?

- No, of course not.

We could walk until we get

to another town and get a vehicle.

- You make it almost sound believable.

- Look, another shooting star.

I think it's a sign.

- [Bulk] Stark.

- Shit.

(anxious electronic tones)

- How pretty.

Fireworks.

- It's the Skins, we're
gonna have to pack it up.

- What are we gonna do?

- Head to Neon City.

- Those guys are gonna
celebrate most of the night

and drink well into the morning,
that'll buy us some time.

What do you think?

- The truck's got the power.

We lighten the load, we can make it.

- Let's do it.

(tense trumpet music)
(tense drumbeat)

(gunshot booms)
(Twink yelps)

That's what it feels like.

That's the way it works.

- Remember, they'll be
shooting back at you.

- Bulk, where's that laser light?

- Yeah, right here.

The power pack is about dead.

Uh-oh.

Stark, look ahead.

(explosion booms)
Shit, hold on.

(transport whirs)

(tense violin, trumpet music)

- Here they come, Bulk.

(bike engines rumbling)

- Come on, baby.

Come on baby, one more time, come on.

(bike engine rumbling)

(gunshots booming)

(gun cocks)

- Come on, do something.

Shoot dammit, shoot.

(gunshots booming)

(tense violin, trumpet music)

(tense flute, violin music)

- [Harry] Sandy, load these, I'm going up.

(tense trumpet music)

(gunshots booming)

(Skin grunts)

(Harry and Skin grunting)

(anxious violin music)

(gunshots booming)

- Oh.

(tense violin music)

(gunshots booming)

- Ah.
(Skin laughs)

Son of a bitch.

(tires screech)

(Skin groans)

(head thuds)

(gunshots booming)

(Sandy moans)

- I'm out, ammo anybody?

- I'm out.

- [Harry] Bulk, get the hell outta here.

- No chance.

- Here.

Aim at the gas tanks, push the button.

It recycles every two seconds.

Go on.

(tense trumpet music)

(laser weapon whirs)

(explosion booms)

(Harry chuckles)

- What the hell?

(laser weapon whirs)

- You gotta be kidding.

It worked.

It actually worked.

(Bulk laughs)

- Way to go, guys.

(tense violin music)

(laser weapon whirs)

(explosion booms)

Come on baby, give me some power, come on.

Come on, one more time,
take me home, come on.

(explosion booms)

(explosion booms)

(relaxed violin music)
(bike engine rumbles)

- It worked, you did it.
- It worked.

- I can't believe it.
- You saved us.

- [Dr. Tom] Damn.

- Thanks.

- Sandy.

- Doc.

(engine sputters)
(somber violin music)

- You've done real good, big guy.

You've done real good.

- We're only a couple hours away.

Leave you stuff, we'll have
to send somebody forward.

How's she doing?

- I stopped the bleeding.
- Can she walk?

- Yes, she can walk.

- You gonna be okay?
- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Here please.

Thank you.

- How is she?

- I gave her a large dose of antibiotics

and something to kill the pain but

we better get going before it wears off.

- Mr. Wing, Mr. Xander,
whatever the hell your name is,

you saved our butts today.

You can ride shotgun with me anytime.

- Thank you.

But now, we all know who I am.

- You're worth a lot of credits.

- I am.

- Do you think you can make
it to the border on your own?

- With a little luck, I am sure.

- Get outta here.

(relaxed ensemble music)

- Like I said, anything you want.

Fresh food, a shower,
clean sheets, I'm ready.

(machine beeps, whirs)

- You're clear, let's go.

Immigration's closed for
the day, try tomorrow.

- Yeah, give 'em the papers.

- [PA] Boarding procedures at 09:00.

Immigration level three.

Numbers will be nine.

- Stark?
- 27.

- That's right.
- And 30.

- Now this woman and my friend here

need some medical attention.

- Gearny to the gate?

You're to report to the
Ranger Station immediately.

It's in the next building east.

- I'll do it as soon as
they're looked after.

- Clear.
- Clear, please.

Just put her down.

What happened?

- [Dr. Tom] She's been shot,

a Skin attack a couple hours ago.

- I love you.

- Sir, the orderly will
be right back for you.

(electronic whirs)
- Go on.

- You tell Jenkins I'm here.

- Is Captain Jenkins expecting you?

- You might say that.

- I'm expected.

- Welcome to Neon City, Miss Talaman.

Your father has to be notified immediately

upon your arrival, he'll
meet you on the upper level.

- Of course, these are my friends.

- Of course.

Come on.

Come on.

- You go on inside, I'll catch you later.

- [Guard] Captain Jenkins, please.

- [PA] Upper levels will be
open for supervised visitation

tomorrow between 09:00 and 11:00 hours.

(classical violin music)

Mainland transport direct
to Mountain Birdie will

be available for pre-boarding
inspection at 22:00 hours.

Two live ravens will be on
display at the main level

Survival Fountain the 10th of this month.

These birds are on loan

from the Wardens of the
Northern Federation.

- What do they do here?

- [Twink] Do?

Nothing I guess, they don't have to.

- Twinkle Toes.

Twink, come on up.

- Daddy.

Come and meet Daddy.

Hi Daddy, here I am.

Hi.

- Rangers, what'd you ever
see in being a ranger?

- Well excuse me, Killer Tomato.

(Bulk laughs)

Look after him.
- We will, sir.

Just sit over there.

- [PA] Upper levels will be open

for supervised visitation tomorrow

between 09:00 and 11:00 hours.

Outer lock respirators
will be available only-

- Daddy, it was just like you said.

- [PA] At 09:00.

(residents chattering, laughing)

- Yeah.
- Are you Stark?

- Yeah, I'm Stark.
- Thank God you're alive.

Raymond called from Jericho.

You've got a killer on your transport.

He murdered a doctor, took
his clothes, took his bags.

We don't have a proper ID
but we're gotta get it.

- I'm sorry, we lost her.

- What?
- Your friend is dead.

- Sorry, Harry.

- I can't be sure yet but it looks like

she's been given a massive
overdose of some barbiturate.

Do you have any idea why that was done?

- Gimme the gun.

Gimme it.
- All right, why?

- Because mine's empty.

(guard grunts)

- [PA] Mainline transport direct

to Mountain Birdie will be available-

(ominous drumbeat)

(residents chattering)

These birds are on loan from

the Wardens of the Northern Federation.

(tense violin music)

- Hold it there, Stark.

It's a lovely little throat.

- She's dead!

- I know.

Sorry about that.

I just wasn't sure about
the dosage, you see?

But I'm a doctor, Stark.

I had to give the horse something.

- Oh, you a miserable son of a bitch.

- Sandy's dead?
- Yeah.

(gunshots booming)
(Twink screams)

(tense violin music)

(gun cocks)

- [Jenkins] Drop it, Stark.

- Jenkins.
- Hello, Harry.

- Jenkins, what are you doing?

(guns cocking)
(tense violin tones)

- Tell your men to back off.

Now.

- Okay boys,

back away.

Real easy.

You gonna kill me?

- Stark.

I'm sorry about Sandy.

(somber violin music)

- You know Jenkins,

for a man that's spent
his whole life sneaking up

behind people, you've
lived an awful long time.

(tense trumpet tone)

- Raymond said you had a prisoner for me.

- Yeah, she died at Astro Station.

Will you tell Raymond for me?

- [PA] Removal personnel to lower level,

removal personnel to lower level.

(vehicle rumbles)

(relaxed trumpet music)

- Hey, you want a lift?

(Harry and Reno laughing)

Climb in.

Hang on.

(dramatic ensemble music)

(dramatic ensemble music)

(dramatic ensemble music)

(relaxed ensemble music)