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Stop! Lucy!

I'm looking for my father.

You are my world.

He was kidnapped by this
woman named moldaver.

You need to go home.

Vault dwellers are an
endangered species here.

You come from a world of rules, of laws.

This place is indifferent to all of that.

I'm not going back without my dad.

Then you will have to adapt.

A bounty came down.

Somebody made a
run... From the enclave.

This target has with him an object

of profound potential to harm our nation

or to save it.

- Where is it?
- You can't treat people like this!

Yeah? Why's that?

Because of the golden rule.

"Do unto others as you
would have done unto you."

What are you?

I'm you, sweetie.

You just give it a little time.

Vault-tec is the largest
company in america.

There's a lot of money in
selling the end of the world.

- What is it?
- It's a listening device.

You want me to spy on my wife?

I will do whatever it takes to
make sure the people I love...

that is you and that is janey...

go into a special vault for management.

America has been
locked in a resource war.

Vault-tec bought the
means to end that war.

Cold fusion. Infinite energy.

Whoo.

A nuclear event would be a tragedy.

But also an opportunity.

Because war, well...

War never changes.

The water chip is destroyed.

The vault only has enough water to
keep our population alive for two months.

We are the lucky ones.

Three vaults separated to
prevent the spread of threats.

You don't think it's weird that we
always elect an overseer from vault 31?

Steph's from vault 31.

Some of us will be moving
into vault 32 to start anew.

Is this where my dad's from?

These are bud's buds.

My buds. A well-trained staff

of highly supervised junior executives

from my own assistant training program.

Because the future of humanity
comes down to one word:

Management.

You know, I actually
have to get back home.

My name isn't Titus. It's Maximus.

Titus is the name of the knight
who owned this suit before me.

You're a good person.

The wasteland sucks.

The brotherhood.

They're never gonna
stop looking for the artifact.

Find me.

I will.

Give me my dad back.

But first...

What if I tell you who he really is?

Shady sands.

Your father burned
that city to the ground.

I wonder if anyone survived.

I did.

If the problem with the world is factions,

endlessly fighting, endlessly at war,

then what is the solution
but to get rid of the factions?

To make the world
us, only ours to shape.

You see what this place does to people?

Now I've waited over 200 years

to ask somebody one question.

Where's my fuckin' family?

It's easier to track a stuck pig

than to ask it where it's off to.

Now you can stay here

or you could come meet your makers.

Okey-dokey.

All hail knight Maximus!

All hail knight Maximus!

You look out at this
wasteland, looks like chaos.

But there's always
somebody behind the wheel.

Could I help you have a better day?

Look, our primary
concern at robco industries

is creating greater
efficiency in the workplace.

If the American
government needs a hand

in settling our more
international disputes...

Well they know who to call.

Goddamn parasite is what he is.

We didn't vote for this dumb maggot.

Yes we did.

Every dollar spent is a vote cast.

And that fellow right
there, he has more votes

than every one of those
pan-headed politicians in Washington.

You his biggest fan or somethin'?

Why yes.

Yes, I believe I am.

And if the will of the American
people was to endow that man

with a significant portion
of its wealth, well...

Well, good golly, that can't
be a bad thing now, can it?

What trade are you in, friend?

Construction.

So you must use the h&h nail gun.

It's a marvelous machine.

Nice in the hands, smooth action.

Sure beats using a silly
old hammer, doesn't it?

Why, I thought you'd be grateful.

"Grateful."

I think you're in the wrong bar, pal.

Obsolescence.

It's a heck of a thing.

You know, I try and see
it from your perspective,

but it's hard to imagine being so dim

as to be caught off
guard by the inevitable.

Hit me in the mouth.

I think I'd enjoy it.

I'm rarely wrong, but let's move on.

That is $31 million.

Now, what would you
do for all of that money?

Short of ideas?

Well, that's no surprise.
How 'bout I offer you one?

Allow me to put this...
On the back of your neck.

What the hell is it?

Just call it good
old-fashioned market research.

All I'm asking you to do is to insert this

into the back of your neck,

and all that nice money
right there is yours.

How about I break those
hands you've never used?

See if you even notice.

Then we'll take his money.

- These fucking rich people are so...
- well...

I'd like for you to do me a small favor.

Get rid of your friends.

Bill.

Ooh!

Ooh!

You fellows do use the h&h nail gun!

You should feel good about it.

You paid for all of this!

The world may end,
but progress marches on.

Khans!

I got something real
exciting for you today.

This asshole has been
tormentin' us khans

since before your
granddaddies were born.

And today!

Some little bounty hunter
put him right in our fuckin' laps.

So, now we settle the score!

How do you feel about that?

Didn't that used to be a store?

I think I bought a soda pop
there 'bout 25 years back.

Are you about fuckin' done?

We got some justice to...

Darla! Yeah, woman behind
the counter, her name was Darla.

She was a reasonable woman

'til you matching-jacket
motherfuckers had to move in.

Well, it's been nice chattin'
with y'all, but if it's okay with you...

I'm about ready to get on with it.

What, you can't hear me?

I'll say it louder. I said...

I'm about ready to get on with it.

To get on with it!

Fuck.

- Well, you...
- hi, excuse me.

Hi.

'Scuse me. So sorry.

I'm hoping you can settle an argument

between myself and my
traveling companion there.

We are hunting down my
father, who is not a good guy.

And on this journey, we found
ourselves in need of food and supplies.

Plan a was to leave you alone
and avoid this scenario altogether,

but we've tried that, and I'd
just start starving to death.

Plan b... his idea, by the way...
was for me to turn him over to you

so that you would open
up your safe and give me

the considerable bounty
you put out on him.

- Fucking shoot!
- The idea was I would shoot him down,

he'd take your weapons,

and use whatever violence
necessary in order for us to escape.

Which, in my experience thus far is...

It's a lot of violence, so...

I'm really, really hoping
you'll agree to plan c?

What's plan c?

You just let us go.

And we keep the caps you gave me,

which to be clear, we
do need for our survival.

And just to ask the question,
would it help if I said "please"?

Whoever kills the girl gets to eat the dog.

Okey-dokey!

Jeez.

Fuck!

Fucking amateur.

I know you think you being helpful...

Shootin' folks in the
kneecaps and the ass.

But if I'm being honest, you ain't.

I'm not gonna apologize
for not murdering people.

Well all that matters to me
is you shoot that fuckin' rope.

Well, I did, didn't I?

Still looks like all the old photos.

Bombs got shot down.

Most of 'em, anyway.

Well, if they could do that for Las Vegas,

why couldn't they just
do that for america?

Because there was no "they."

There was a "him."

A man by the name of Robert house.

Maybe that's where your
family went. They're safe there.

Nowhere near Robert house is safe.

Why would my dad go to Las Vegas?

There's a lot of earning potential

with the end of the world.

How can you guarantee results?

By dropping the bomb ourselves.

Janey? Honey?

- Janey!
- Daddy.

- Hey. Hey.
- Daddy.

Listen to me.

I want you to go to your room, okay?

And I want you to pick out
your three favorite outfits

and your favorite toy, okay?

And then meet me back here.

Okay, go.

Where are we going, daddy?

Bakersfield.

We're gonna go to
Bakersfield, sweetie, okay?

What about mommy?

- Is she coming with us?
- Please be advised,

the test of the civil
alert broadcast system...

for Los Angeles county will
commence in 10 seconds.

Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on.

Get inside!

Commencing test.
Repeat... This is a test.

It's just a test!

We need to go right now!

We're all going to die!

Daddy, I'm scared.

- Come here.
- I'm scared.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

We're blowing through our water
reserves at... at a troubling rate.

Then we need to reallocate power

to the temporary water filters
we built out of spare parts.

Hey, guys.

Can I help you, reg?

Have you seen norm?

Norm has been sent for a leadership
exchange program to vault 31.

Everyone's moving
up in the world but me.

Reg, this community has always
done what it takes to survive.

I guess so.

- Whatcha guys working on?
- The water chip.

Which we need to
survive. Which is broken.

Right, yeah, that.

Let me know if I can help.

I'm no engineer, but you'd be surprised

what a guy with a phd
in event planning can...

Maybe you should find an outlet.

Start a club or something.

A club?

What kind of club?

We've been through a lot lately.

Maybe you could start a group for people

to talk about any kind of
feelings you may be feeling.

What kind of feelings am I feeling?

Shame? Uselessness?

I don't feel useless.

But I like shame.

Shame, I can work with.

There would need to be
a snack budget, of course.

Send a supplies request, and I'll sign it.

Heavy is the crown.

You don't know the half of it.

So, you see what I'm up against.

In 33, I leave my
quarters, take a right turn,

another right turn to the elevator.

Here in 32, it's a left,
and a left to the elevator.

Yup, again, everything
is the other way here,

so just do the opposite
of what you used to do.

I'm not sure it's that simple.

It is.

Now, look, as your
overseer, I have to ask...

Is there anything
remotely actionable here?

Something I can do for you?

Signage.

No, th-that could be controversial.

Maybe you could
commission a feasibility study

on the topic of signage.

Heck of a wife you got, Chet.

We're not actually married.

- And a beautiful baby.
- Not mine.

I never had a family. What happened?

Life, I guess.

Things move quickly down here.

I don't have a family either, Davey.

Well, enjoy it.

This way...

It's just you.

That Davey, I mean... Bless
his heart, but, you know.

Just seeing if you've gotten around
to giving me a job assignment yet.

Just 'cause, you know,
everyone else has one.

If you haven't chosen a
gate-keeper yet, I have experience.

Chet, I've been busy.

And I need someone
to take care of the baby,

and it's used to you.

But he is not my baby.

Everyone is acting like he is... Chet.

Would you at least
consider giving him a name?

Because the neighbors have
started to call him Chet Jr.

Let's go with that then.

Well, see, Chet Jr.
Was my father's name.

It's, sort of a personal area for me,

having watched him die of
starvation in the weevil famine.

Chet? Are we having an argument?

Chet Jr. it is.

How are you with computers?

That was norm's department.

Maybe you can ask him in the terminal.

Great idea.

I'll just send the other vault a message.

Okay.

Okay.

COD ham cheese and rice!

No, no, no, no!

Inter-vault communications disabled?

Alright, let's see. Where is he?

Where is he? Where are you?!

I'm coming for you.

I'm coming for you!

I'll be right there.

God, look at this mess!

You really are a disgusting,
filthy animal, aren't you?

Well I hope you aren't
expecting me to clean this up.

So you found water,
but you're out of food.

Starvation is a heck of
a way to kick the bucket.

I'm offering you a much
more dignified solution

to the one you've chosen
for yourself, son of Hank.

Get in your dad's cryo pod.

I'm not gonna be your prisoner.

You're already my prisoner.

All you have to do is wait until
the surface is safe to recolonize.

Then, we'll all head
up for reclamation day.

And when is that, exactly?

When there's no one left on
the surface to disagree with us.

Or you could just let me go home.

People are gonna notice I'm missing.

We have a protocol for everything,

including when someone
goes missing from a vault.

Your overseer will handle it.
No one is comin' for you, buddy.

Maybe you'll be more reasonable
once you're a little hungrier.

Good luck finding something
to eat when you can't see.

You're living in my world.

These three vaults are the
product of decades of strategizing.

The combined efforts of hundreds
of the brightest pre-war minds

with all the resources of
a functioning civilization.

You're just some malcontent who
wandered down the wrong corridor.

What hope do you have
against the greatest achievement

in the history of vertical integration?

Face it, son of Hank.

You're in over your head.

And no one is coming to save you.

So, you think my dad is
gonna lead you to your family.

Which means you think
your family's still alive

after 200 years, and
somehow, I'm the optimistic one?

Your daddy.

Always makin' new friends.

She must a seen 'im pass by.

W-We can just ask her.

'Scuse me!

Hi, there.

I'd like one bowl of...

Flea soup.

Sure.

So, just wondering if
you happened to see...

I got some crackers if you want 'em.

They're in my other pants.

I'm okay, but... Eat it while it's hot, miss.

Yeah.

So, have you happened to
have seen a... a man passing by

in a sort of oversized
outfit made of metal?

He took my son.

I'm sure your son is... he's dead.

No, we don't know that.

No.

He's dead.

Just my kind of luck.

Cocksucker owed me money.

I'm sorry for... money.

He went that way.

Thank you.

You find any money
on the body, it's mine!

Question. What exactly is it

you plan on doin' once
we find your daddy?

We gonna do it like usual?

You put a bullet in his ass,

leave it to me to put one in his head?

No, I'm...

Gonna bring him to justice.

You think he deserves that?

I was raised to believe that's
what everyone deserves,

so people know that how they
conduct themselves matters,

and they don't give up hope.

Like you say you did
but, really, it's still in there.

Well, I hate to break it to you, darlin',

but the way you was raised wasn't real.

I know that. But look at your alternative.

Guess I'm just trying to lead by example.

They sat around that table

and they talked about
the ending of the world

like they were talking about
a new business strategy.

Sounds like you heard
something interesting.

What, you knew?

And now, you do, too, so
what are we gonna do about it?

What do you mean, "what
are we gonna do about it?"

I told you. I'm not a spy.

I'm not a red. I'm a
fuckin' Hollywood actor

who likes horses and cars.

And you also happen to be famous.

And fame is a rare kind of power.

You get to sit in rooms that I can't,
meet people that I could never...

meet... meet people like who?

Are you familiar with Robert house?

Yeah, I'm familiar with Robert house.

The guy owns half of Las Vegas.

He's also building a privately
owned missile system in Las Vegas...

With enough firepower to follow
through on your wife's proposals.

When the bombs drop,
it'll be Robert house

that presses the button.

Are you asking me to spy on
the wealthiest man in america?

Not spy on him.

- You want me to...
- your wife is going to Vegas next week

to sell cold fusion to Robert house.

Then, he'll have everything he needs

to press that button unless you stop him.

Play nice with your wife
and get on that trip to Vegas.

Where are you going?

Home, while I still have one.

When the world goes down in flames,

at least you'll know your hands are clean.

Janey, let's go.

Come on. Come on.

- What?
- Come on.

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Yum yum deviled eggs!

Welcome home.

Looks like daddy took a detour.

Never seen a vault like this before.

Par for the course, in my experience.

You've been to a lot of vaults?

You must like 'em.

Every time I step foot in one
of these concrete shoe boxes...

I gotta make peace with the
fact that I might finally learn

what happened to my
wife and my daughter.

Whether they be alive, dead, or...

Something far worse.

Right.

I know about the experiments.

I've been to vault 4.

Vault 4 is the best-case scenario.

Well, to be fair, it was a little
weirder than the one I came from.

You think so?

How many towns did they
destroy down in vault 4?

Open it.

You really think my dad is down there?

The trail has him comin' in.

Trail has him goin' out, too.

But what I'm curious about...

Is why he even came at all.

Ain't you a little curious, too?

It's not your fault you
were born in a vault.

Let me hear you say it.

It's not my fault I was born in a vault.

And it's not your fault that
your parents were or are related.

And it's not my fault my parents...

- were related.
- Were or are related.

Feels good to say it out loud, doesn't it?

That's just the first step.

Trust me, as someone who's
come out on the other side of this,

I know what it's like to wonder if people

look down their noses at
you based on your family tree.

A regular person can
have an ingrown toenail,

and it's just an ingrown toenail.

But we?

We have to wonder if it's because
our genes are somehow broken.

If I am somehow broken.

So, we're gonna change the rules, right?

No inbreeding in the vault.

We're gonna change that, right?

No. That... that's not what this is about.

The rules are good. But
that doesn't mean those of us

who are products of
inbreeding need to feel bad.

You understand?

Come on.

- I have a question.
- Yes, marianne.

I have a mild allergy to dust.

And sometimes I wonder
if it was my father's fault

because he fell in love
with his cousin... my mother.

I just wonder if there's
a biological connection.

I didn't study genetics, so... Well, okay.

It certainly could be his fault.

I knew it! Great snacks, by the way.

You know, I always felt my
mother viewed me as a rival,

which mirrored her
relationship with her own mother,

who was in love with
my father, her fifth cousin.

All the fifth cousins were fourth
cousins to the second cousins.

I mean, it's not exactly...

It won't be long now.

You must be so hungry and so thirsty.

Why torture yourself when
there's a nice, cozy cryo pod

just waitin' for you to hop into?

Ambitious.

Then why was he here?

Well, being one of bud's buds

was a highly coveted
position back in the day.

We had applicants
from as far out as Fresno.

Eating that might seem
like a good idea, but it's toxic.

You'll die a slow, painful death.

If you aren't willing to go into cryo,
you could always let me inject you

with this guy right here.

It really would be a whole
lot easier. For both of us.

- What does it do?
- It kills you, quick and painless.

Your body will rapidly
decompose, turning into a dust

that will get circulated
through the ventilation system,

ultimately making its way
into your cornfields back home.

Not so bad, if you think about it.

Then, you won't have to deal with
all the headaches of being alive.

So, you have two rational choices.

Get in your dad's pod. Or die.

You're right, I only have
two rational choices.

But plenty of irrational ones.

What are you doing?

Two hundred years of planning in
order for everything to go just right.

That seems like a lot
of work, if you ask me.

Stay back. Stay back.

I think plans are slightly
overrated, personally.

No, no, no, no. Wait, I
need that to threaten you.

- What are you doing?
- Thawing everyone.

What? No! You can't just thaw them all.

No, no, no. They're supposed
to come out once every 30 years.

This isn't even a cogent
plan. It's just chaos.

Agreed. Plans are hard.

Chaos, though... Chaos is easy.

More matching jackets.

Why would vault-tec allow
communists in one of their vaults?

I wouldn't be so sure they did.

Individual is secondary to the collective.

True comrade chooses
cooperation over individualism.

Our enemy has chosen
the interest of product

over the interest of people.

We choose people over product.

These are Americans.

The vault turned them into communists.

Freedom is inevitable.

The revolution will not be futile.

The individual is
secondary to the collective.

My dad removed the drive.

Well hello there, sugar bomb!

Looks like your daddy
picked himself up a Guinea pig.

What do you want?

I...

Fix... everything.

Go home...

Sugarbomb.

Go home!

Go home!

Go!

Ho-a-a-a!

You ever seen your daddy
use one of these before?

No.

You gonna take his advice?

He won't stop hurting people.

Yeah, no shit.

Well, then we better get going.

You have...

462,311 unread messages.

Let's get to it.

This is Hank maclean,
reporting for duty, sir.

Nobody in vault-tec knows I'm here.

And nobody in vault-tec knows
much of anything anymore.

Wanted to let you know I'm still alive.

I hope you are, too.

I mean, I don't doubt that you are.

You spent so much time...

Calculating how to survive
all possible contingencies.

I've been keeping busy.

I'm in Vegas these days,

back in your old stomping
grounds, actually...

Trying to pick up where you all left off.

Looks like a couple of
the vault experiments

ran into some speed bumps.

24 made progress on the
brain-computer interface.

This one, miniaturization.

What it all needs is integrating.

But I'm confident that if
I just roll up my sleeves,

I can bring it all home for you.

Then, we can finally
talk about my promotion.

I'm gonna complete the work you started.

And when this is all over, you
will be begging me to help you.

Together...

We will fulfill our promise.

To make better this fallen world.

Sorry to interrupt.

I understand we're discussing a civil war.

The commonwealth are gonna kill us all.

Unless I can stop it.

What do we always say?

Most kids are dead by this age!

I'm looking for someone.

What do you plan to do
to him when you find him?

What say you, miss maclean?

Your family may very
well still be out there.

But one thing I wouldn't count on

is them appreciating the
kind of person you've become.

There are worse
people out there than me.

Don't you know what they say in Vegas?

Everyone's a winner! Eventually.

Same goes for losing, in my experience.

Except for one man.

Mr. Howard.

I know that you came to Vegas to kill me.

Did you not?

And I don't know yet how you
play a part in ending the world.

But you most certainly do.

If you don't help us, there
won't be a vault 33 anymore.

Dad, if you can hear me...

What's gonna happen to our vault?

My little sugar bomb.