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Please don't do what you're about to do.

You know, they're just-- they're just kids.

They're not kids.

They're abominations.

And so are you.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

- No!

Hey, man.

I think I just started a war.

The water chip is destroyed.

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

This community has always done what it takes to survive.

Maybe you should start a club or something.

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

This is Bud's final test.

If I can lead you all to finding our way out of here,

we'll have proven ourselves worthy to carry on

Vault-Tec's corporate strategy.

While you were away at war,

I stayed home.

You designed the T-45 Power Armor?

The first of its kind.

I wore the T-45 when we almost lost the great state of Alaska to the Reds.

Those design flaws of yours cost a lot of good men and women their lives.

CATF, this is Raider 3.

Reds advancing on all fronts. We are overrun!

- I repeat, we're ov--

This fuckin' thing.

Chuck! You with me?

Yeah, yeah.

- My...

My left arm is locked up.

CATF, CATF, this is Whitehorse 2-1.

We're experiencing equipment malfunction.

No sign of Raider 3.

I'm thinkin' they had similar problems and turned back.

Requesting permission to do the same. Over.

Denied. Keep searching for Raider 3.

- Goddammit. - What'd they say?

They-- they said you should turn back.

- You're no good out here with that Armor.

What about you?

I'll be right behind you.

- Go.

That's an order.

You better be right behind me.

Barb'll kill me if I let your ass freeze.

No! No! No!

No! No! You fat fucking piece of shit!

Stop shooting!

Stop shooting!

- Come on.

Come on, you fuckin'...

Wow, buddy.

What did they put you in?

The future is here.

I'm serious.

The generals will be making us wear these too, before long.

Rock to spear and so on.

And when our commanding officers tell us to put these on,

we'll say the exact same thing this poor guy did.

Okey-dokey.

Whitehorse 2-1, this is CATF.

It appears the Reds are in retreat.

The island is secure.

Congratulations, soldiers, you did it.

We didn't.

It wasn-- It wasn't us.

It was something else.

Well, I guess we should get back to work.

They tracked me.

Okay, yeah.

Great seeing you, but, uh, you know, you should probably go.

I think you should get out of here.

Just gotta... you gotta... Go, go, go!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, you have to come with me.

Uh, n-no, I don't.

He was an emissary from the Commonwealth. If they find out he's dead...

- Yeah, h-he's dead, so...

What?

- Oh, come on! - You wear the Armor.

Your name's Xander. You're from the Commonwealth.

Max, look at me, okay?

The Brotherhood has a policy about people with wrinkly skin.

Look, if they come in here, they're gonna tear this place up,

kill half these kids, and enlist the rest.

Yeah, y-you're not wrong.

But hear me out, okay, I'm great at running away.

I'm... I'm great. I love it.

I like it. Start fresh, no big deal.

Sometimes running away is the best thing you can do.

Sometimes it's not.

Sucks, though.

Yeah. Sucks.

The Elder Cleric's pissed

you guys took off like that.

You're in deep shit, golden boy.

- Our Vertibird broke down. - Whatever.

Where is Xander Harkness?

- Ow!

What the hell?

- Oh! What-- okay.

Ow!

One leg at a time.

You got this, good. Alright, here we go. Okay.

One leg, two leg, one leg. At ease, everyone.

What's up, big boy? Alright, let's get out of this shit hole.

Dust 'em up, spit 'em down. Whoo!

Lock and load, bitches!

We gave you some meds, so you should be feeling a lot better

than when your friend brought you in.

Though I'm not sure a friend is the right word.

Thank you.

Sorry, who are you?

We're the New California Republic.

And is this all that's left of you?

No, there's tons of us. We're just not here right now.

Uh...

You've been to Shady Sands? That's where we come from.

Sorry.

Some asshole saw the first sign of civilization

taking shape on the Wasteland in over 100 years,

chose to burn it all down.

Well, the past is the past.

Ain't that right?

Well, we should, uh, probably be going.

Thank you again, truly.

We've met our fair share of people on the road from Los Angeles,

and, truth be told, most of them are fudging awful.

So, meeting you guys has been a welcome change of pace.

Thanks.

Well, if you ever want to trade up the company you keep...

the NCR always welcomes new recruits.

I would, but, uh, I'm looking for someone.

Common story around here.

Someone you care about or someone you hate?

Ooh, what a great question.

What say you, Miss MacLean?

Someone who hurt a lot of people.

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

I'm gonna bring him to justice.

Well, that's what the New California Republic was meant to be about.

Bringing justice to the Wasteland.

- We almost did.

I don't doubt it.

Look, we're not gonna be able to bring everything

with us when we leave, so...

Stock up if you like.

They seemed nice.

You think they'd be nice to you if they find out what your daddy did?

I wasn't gonna stay, if that's what you're worried about.

All I saw in there was more matching jackets.

If I had to guess, I would say

maybe my uncle and my aunt were related.

And that impacted me because...

I'm so thirsty.

Because, well, you know, knowing that, it's just--

- I think that's why my whole family-- - The water cooler's empty.

Oh! Let me take care of that.

Keep going. This is great.

Hi!

Reminder: water rationing

remains in effect until further notice.

Please limit showers, hand washing, and water consumption

to your allotted one liter per day.

Reminder: water rationing remains in effect until further notice.

- Where are you going with that? - With what?

We can't be wasting resources on your little club right now.

You signed off on our food and beverage budget.

And I'll have you know, my little group

is growing in numbers every week, unlike your approval rating.

Because I put austerity measures in place

and you're giving extra rations!

Or it's because the Products of Inbreeding community

hasn't had a voice until now. We're a distinct subculture.

You're a snack club.

You're not taking this from me.

Our snack budget is baked into the charter.

Sorry.

Ooh, gosh.

Just me, or is the air extra itchy today, and heavy?

The air's itchy and heavy. You ever feel like that?

And also, like, hungry for not food.

Yes, I am very familiar with that feelin'.

What the fudge are you stopping for? Sorry. Whew.

Gosh, why am I suddenly so grumpy?

Am I-- am I dying?

No, you ain't dyin'.

You addicted to drugs.

What? No, I--

No. It's not possible.

Two days on a steady drip of Buffout'll do that to a body.

Well, then I... hereby quit drugs.

There.

What you got there? Oh, gosh, it didn't take.

I'm still addicted to drugs. What do I do?

Well, there's two schools of thought.

One, you muscle your way through it. A lot of pain, vomiting.

Can't do much but just lay there and ride it out.

- How long does that take? - Four or five days.

- In my experience...

the alternative is the only way to go.

What's the alternative?

Do more drugs.

Fudge.

Well, I know this isn't good for me,

but stopping my dad from doing whatever he's doing

is for the greater good, so even though I want it,

I'm mostly doing it for other people, so that's what I'd want others

to do for me.

So, give me the drugs.

All available units, stand by for deck clearing.

Docking sequence initiated. Vertibird accepting payload.

The Elder Cleric's looking for you.

Things were already pretty tense around here

with that Xander guy showing up, and then you just, what?

Disappear with him? The hell, man?

Well, it was just a hunting trip.

Oh, oopsie-daisy.

Oh, oh, can't see my feet.

Uh... I got this. Okay.

Yep.

What did you do?

I did the right thing, alright? But now, Xander's dead.

The Commonwealth are gonna kill us all.

Unless I can stop it.

How are you gonna do that, Max?

Hey! When you tell Quintus

that you killed the emissary to the Commonwealth...

he'll slit your throat himself.

I have a plan for that. But first, I need you to get all the kids

- and take 'em somewhere safe. - Why?

What are you gonna do?

Kill Quintus.

Hey! How's it going?

How you guys-- ooh! Who put that there, huh? Yeah.

Just kidding. Alright, okay. Here we go.

No big deal. Supposed to be here.

You know, I've come to prefer the pasta uncooked.

- I know it's out of necessity, but... - Absolutely.

- ...I like it this way. - The mouth feel is excellent.

- It's a nice mouth feel. - Listen up!

Conserve as much as you can, everyone.

We don't know how long it'll be before we find more food.

Must be a lot to take in.

I drove down across that bridge a week ago.

Where were you going?

A job interview at Vault-Tec.

Pretty crazy week for you, I guess.

Yeah.

Hey, boss.

Now that we've found food, it's time for phase two?

- What is your name? - Oh, um, I'm Ronnie. McCurtry.

I decide the next steps up here, Ronnie.

I know, yeah, you're the-- you're the boss.

I know you call the shots.

Just thought I'd introduce myself,

'cause I was Bud's personal assistant.

Hm, so?

So, uh, let's just say I was the guy who took the lunch orders

when Bud was meeting with the Vault investors.

"Future Enterprise Ventures"?

The whole plan for Vaults 32 and 33?

What do you know about that?

Like I said, I was just the guy who got the lunch orders,

but I do know that Phase 2

was very important to the experiment.

It's time to get going, yeah?

Lead the way then, Ronnie.

Alright, guys!

Boss said it's time to move!

It's a-- turn right, and then right.

Then left. Right?

She's such a tart.

Oh! Hey, Woody!

- Wrong unit, huh? - I'm so sorry, Davey.

Ahh.

Who amongst us hasn't mixed up their lefts and rights before?

Especially these days.

I am trying to get a hang of this. I honestly am.

Yeah, it's going around.

Yesterday, I walked in on the women's mensroom.

There was nobody in there, but had there been, ooh.

Disaster.

What I wouldn't give to go back to 33.

Empty. You're positive?

Evacuated cryo pods. No sign of Norman.

My God, Steph.

I found Bud Askins upside-down in a mop bucket.

So, 31 has been abandoned.

It's just you and me now, Bets.

I suppose it is. A brave new world.

So, we need to cooperate.

The water crisis in 33 is getting worse.

If I give you access to our Vault's water supply,

it would taint the work we're doing here.

Bud is dead. What work are you talking about?

The same work we've always been doing, Betty.

Trying to survive.

We've always had different ideas on how to do that.

But I'd be more than happy to discuss a triennial trade

over telegram, as per tradition.

I appointed you Overseer based on the understanding

that we would support each other,

perhaps better than we've supported each other in the past.

And as a gesture of gratitude, I agreed to meet you here in person.

But I have to think about my baby now, Betty.

It's all that matters.

I woke up 40 years ago, and I've learned a lot in that time.

What matters, what doesn't matter.

The company we work for isn't coming to save us.

This community and how we conduct ourselves in it...

that's all we have.

There's a Keepsake Box.

Something from before the war that Hank brought with him to Vault 31.

It's locked, but if you bring me that box,

I'll consider giving you access to our water.

What's in it?

It's something... personal.

Oh, so you're holding us hostage.

Hostage is an overused word.

I don't think you appreciate how bad things could get down here.

With all due respect, Betty, you're from Solvang.

You have no idea how bad things can get.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a lot of work to do.

Steph, if you don't help us,

there won't be a Vault 33 anymore.

The experiment's over, Betty.

We have to make our own decisions now.

Something's off.

Expecting a welcoming committee?

Yes, I was.

- Oh.

Hmm.

Well, shit.

What? What?

Sorry.

It's gonna be a little hard to explain.

We should go in through the east side of town.

Place called Freeside.

Good place to stock up on supplies.

Only about a half-day's detour.

No, no! My dad is right there!

I am done with all of the sidetracks and the detours.

I say we just run on through. Who fudgin' cares.

That's the drugs talkin'!

Truth be told, I like what they're sayin'.

So, hear me out.

My partner and I, we're just gonna go on through.

- And we don't want any--

Whoa.

- Well, I'm good for heads!

They're just ghouls, right?

Huh.

Got any cigarettes? I'd like to try one.

One addiction at a time.

Oops, uh... didn't see you there.

Xander. Xander. Xander. Your name is Xander. Xander.

You got this. Alright, buddy, you got it.

No big deal. You belong here.

You are loved.

Okay, you know what? This is a bad idea.

Emissary.

Emissary. Uh...

yeah, yeah, that's me!

I'm Elder McRae. Yosemite chapter.

Yeah, uh, obviously.

Can I get a word?

Uh...

A-Absolutely?

Don't come out until the shooting stops.

Leave us.

What did you do?

I killed the emissary from the Commonwealth.

And now?

You intend to kill me, hm?

As you're probably aware, there's an ideological gap

between my chapter and Quintus.

- Uh-huh? - So, even if you weren't here,

I would have nothing to do with Quintus' little insurrection.

Uh, no, I bet.

But if you were to promise...

What are we talkin' here?

She making deals?

You know, Coronado chapter can make deals, too.

Oh, yeah. Oh, I bet.

Coronado, you guys are, mm!

We'll give you Quintus' head on a spike today

if you guarantee us 300 fusion cores.

Yosemite chapter will do it for nothing.

All we hope is that Elder Maxson will remember us better in the future.

See? That's what happens when you negotiate with women.

That's why Coronado doesn't even let 'em in their ranks.

That's how you know you can trust us.

I'll stab you in your mouth, you keep talking.

I found you in the ruins of Shady Sands.

Kill me, and the world will continue

just-- just as you see it.

A world of anarchy. Of horror.

A world I would bring order to.

Order.

Cruel and necessary to rebuild civilization.

To change this world.

Kill me, that change will never come.

Look, I got two squadrons out there ready and my guys came here to fight.

It'd be a shame to disappoint 'em. Just say the word.

You think we came here empty-handed?

- We're ready for war! - Wow. Yeah, guys, okay.

I think I'm having a panic attack.

What the fuck's a panic attack?

You know, when you just-- when you can't breathe,

but also, you can't stop breathing,

and your heart is running away from you,

you're gonna die, kind of thing, panic attack?

Sounds like a coronary. Just walk it off.

Let me at least get your visor up. Here.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

- Let me get your visor up. - No, no! No, no, no! No, no!

Tell me, Maximus, tell me.

What world will you build?

When you lead, tell me, what will you do

when your people are starving?

- I don't want that. - Then, what is your great plan?

There was no plan.

I don't have a plan.

You have plans. But out there, you can't.

I don't choose to do the things I have to do.

They just keep happening.

My son.

My son.

Tell me what happened.

I killed Xander because he was gonna kill some kids.

They were ghouls.

- Wh-- what? No. - Young ghouls.

- I mean, they were fucking kids. - No, no.

He was gonna kill them, and I couldn't let him do it.

Abominations! Abominations!

- Children! - Ghouls!

- To be exterminated! - I know.

First rule of our order.

Oh, this is my fault.

I should never, never, never have shown mercy to you.

Never. Never!

Hey! Hey!

So, the relic was stolen, huh?

I wanna know which one of you back-stabbing motherfuckers is behind it!

- Suit up. The artifact is missing. - Double-crossing motherfucker!

- Suit up!

Fuck!

That was-- that was cool.

Ooh.

- Shit.

Get up! Ha, ha, let's go!

Okay. Gotta go.

Alright.

Stop!

Heretic!

Heretic!

Max!

- Did you do it? - I couldn't do it, I'm sorry.

- I'm so sorry. - Hey, you do not have to apologize

for not killing someone. Here.

Get that as far away from here as you can.

- Why me? - You're the only person here

who's not a total asshole.

- What about you? - We're survivors, Max.

We'll survive.

Hey, guys?

Can we go now?

Come on!

Heretic!

So...

Well, uh, as you know,

the-- the, uh, Vault-Tec Handbook mandates that-- that any violations,

particularly those that may put Inter-Vault security at risk,

be immediately reported to the-- to the Overseer.

Mm-hmm? Did someone commit a violation?

Uh... well...

well, it appeared to me that, um, that you did.

I-- I noticed you were in the, um, the Inter-Vault space,

which the Handbook stipulates

we are only to enter for triennial trades.

Thank you for reporting this, Woody.

You have followed protocol to the letter.

Okay, yeah, 'cause I've-- I've never had to report a violation

to the person who committed it before,

so I'm just-- I'm not really sure what happens next.

I'll be sure to escalate your report immediately.

Escalate to whom?

The Overseer.

But that's, uh, but that's you.

Well, that makes it easy, doesn't it?

Why were you in the Inter-Vault chamber, Steph?

Look, I know we're all pals here,

but I do think it would be best if you referred to me

as Overseer Harper from here on.

Optics.

- Yeah-- - I'll be sure

to let you know what my report finds.

Thank you for stopping by.

Chet?

I hope you're adjusting okay to all the changes lately.

You know what they say.

Wherever you end up, it's where you belong.

Overseer Harper, when you said "experiment" to Betty,

what were you talking about?

Overseer stuff.

- Okay.

Aren't there supposed to be people here?

Uh-huh.

We should go to Freeside.

Somebody there'll be able to tell us what's goin' on.

Dad!

Hello?

- Huh.

Radiation.

Hey! Hey, look at this!

How big do the chickens get out here? Huh?

Those aren't chickens.

Well...

whatever it is, I think we can take it.

Oh, yeah. We got this.

In fact, I think it'll be easy.

Okey-dokey.