Give me more!
Come on, honey, get it all off!
Come on, let me stand up for queen and country.
Come on, show us what you got!
Come on, honey, all of it!
There you go, all of it!
And the dress!
Come on, babe!
If one more person calls me "babe"...
Mr. Santos, your package has arrived.
-My special order? -Under lock and key.
-What about the new dancer? -Who?
The blonde with the guns.
If she's more to your pleasing,
it's her first night, and I haven't had a chance to feel her out.
But 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'd 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. Santos. -Shit! Come on.
Go!
Minka.
-What are you doing? -Ever seen "Batman"?
No, I can't.
No!
Shut up!
Goddamn 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 three 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.
Line's cleared up on screen one, Colonel.
Image is present.
Image is recording.
Citizen, I... 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.
Now, where's doctor Corrina Devonshire?
No! No!
She's going to Steel Harbor, the free city.
Can you tell me, why Cora D. is 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 Council on line two.
Tell him to hold.
Put him on.
Colonel Pryzer... any word yet on our traitorous doctor, Cora D.?
I'm not gonna pander to that mythic name bullshit.
Doctor 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.
Doctor Devonshire was privy to some of the most sensitive military secrets.
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.
I'll get my hands dirty for you again.
I wouldn't be cleaning up your mess
if you’d stopped her from escaping Washington in the first place.
Well, I...
I had no direct knowledge of that operation.
Of course, it was a vital part of our contract to...
Save it for the U.N. Doctor 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 meet him later.
Hurry.
I said, get to the back of the line!
-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, leave it out.
Excuse me. Curly!
I'm still waiting to hear from Miss Wire.
I conveyed your offer to her.
1500 Dollars 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's not good enough for her?
I will make my offer in person!
-If I were you, I wouldn't do that. -Why?
Her private secretary Camille doesn't have you in her appointment book.
-And she can be very mean. -Let me through.
-You see? - Time for a couple of dedications.
To Bobby from Colleen... The test came back and everything's 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 just don't thug at my heart strings.
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 don't you try the office?
And when you see her, tell her I only had two.
Okay, whatever you say, Charlie.
That's my boy.
Goddamn. Customs police.
Stay put. We'll handle this.
Where's your ID?
-Something feels wrong. -This is making me very nervous.
Look, we just stick with the plan, okay?
Change of plans! Let's go!
Shit!
Find them now!
Sorry, boss. Is this a good moment to talk about the payroll?
-No. -Tonight's fan mail.
Three 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, it'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, a 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.
But 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...
Keep Charlie out from under the tables. It's embarrassing.
I will.
Sweet dreams.
Okay. Okay, 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 gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
And in this world you gotta use everything you got.
Hey, handsome, you want some company?
You a cop?
See a badge?
You got your Med-Reg?
Full medical, checked yesterday.
-How much is this gonna cost me? -That depends on how you wanna play.
-I like to play rough. -Me too.
Hey, nice nuts!
Get a life!
Apartment four, seven, two...
One guest.
Retinal scan verified: Ruben Tannenbaum,
one, zero, eight, one, one.
How romantic!
I have an idea.
Why don't you go change into something 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.
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? -Okay.
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!
Goddamn 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 he was alone and unarmed.
-He wasn't. -Sorry.
How could I know that? Bounty hunting is an ugly, unpredictable business.
You of all people should know that.
How much?
20 000.
Canadian.
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 this 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, I'd charge more.
-Everything go okay? -Candy from a baby.
-Pay the help, for God's sake. -Please, not in public.
Excuse me, Miss Wire? I...I...
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 are you from, soldier?
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.
I 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 ID. -Yes, sir.
Retinal scan verified: Lawrence Crabtree,
five, seven, two, three, nine.
Ben Jones, eh?
Arrest him.
Good luck, soldier.
-Next. -Right, get over.
- Retinal scan verified: Martha Berg. -Arrest her.
-Willis, what the hell is going on? -Barb, how lovely to see you.
What gives?
It's a messy business tonight.
Most unpleasant: a rather spectacular double homicide in the old harbor.
-So? -So, we're checking a few IDs.
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 gonna 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. -Didn't know you opened for lunch.
Now, a little gun running here, some bail jumping there,
the occasional midnight detonation:
Those are the kind of jobs that pay for new toys.
-I don't moonlight. -I do.
-It's profitable. -What's with the bullshit arrests?
You sold half those Congressional IDs yourself.
Moi? Bullshit arrests?
Two of my men are dead.
Now granted, they were homicidal thugs, but 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.
That's sexual harassment, Chief.
Listen, Barbara Kopetsky,
we can play this cat and mouse game all night long.
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 can make it worth their while.
Goodbye, Willis.
Okay.
By the way, we're expecting some distinguished visitors tomorrow.
A Congressional delegation out of Washington
including First Directorate, Colonel Victor Pryzer.
-Might bring them by the Hammerhead. -Their money will be welcome.
You don't know Victor Pryzer.
Speaking of money, I don't have to make more arrests for the usual 3000.
1500.
1500...
I better go downstairs checking some more IDs.
2500.
-Two grand. -Darling.
-30 bucks for the cognac. -Add it to my tab, Miss Kopetski.
Miss Kopetski died in the war.
I'm Barb Wire.
Some cigarettes and a drink, then I'll be fine.
Give me a goddamn drink!
You, you or you! Just give me my drink!
-Sir, we're not open yet. -You've had enough already.
Blow me!
Camille... package check.
Get her off of me!
That's Camille. She works here.
Camille, sit.
-You don't wanna see her roll over. -No, no, no.
Good. Camille, outside.
-Have a nice day. -Yes, ma'am.
Willis, what's with the monkey suit?
You know how uniforms impress the Congressionals.
The delegation arrived this morning.
Look lively. They could be here any minute.
Excuse me, Barb.
-My table? -Best in the house, as you requested.
Just keep them away from the weapons check.
We don't want our customers from the United Front trying to get even.
I think you'll find our guests from Washington command more respect.
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!
If it wasn't for your almost complete incompetence,
I wouldn't be here in the first place, would I?
Yes. Needless to say,
we had intended to have both Krebs and Cora D. sent to Washington by now.
However, due to circumstances outside of our control...
Listen... carefully!
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.
Baby, you tell me it's late, but I tell you, it only feels that way.
So sit back and enjoy someone or something elicit, if you can get it,
and listen to the music.
Gentlemen, the steaks are excellent tonight.
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.
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 business woman. -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 with the help
of some more disenchanted members.
Do I look disenchanted to you?
Your business dealings bring you in contact with all levels of society.
I thought you were getting to the point.
Her name is doctor Corrina Devonshire. You may have heard of her as Cora D.
One of those overly romanticized resistance names.
It 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.
It's hard to find somebody unless you know what she looks like.
Her present appearance is of no consequence.
Identification can always 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... There you are, sir.
Act natural? That's easier said than done.
Two beers, buddy. I'm looking for a Barb or Charlie Kopetski.
Barb is out there.
The Congressionals!
-They have my photographs. -Let's hope resistance are here.
-They are looking everywhere for you. -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 battle fields.
Surprised to see me?
Do I look surprised?
Guess you didn't hear.
A Congressional smart grenade. It followed me to my foxhole.
I thought I'd dug it deep enough.
I guess I didn't.
-I'm sorry. -Yeah.
Me too.
Miss, two 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 is such a good idea.
She took Seattle a hell of a lot harder than I did.
I need her help. I need her to put us in touch with 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.
Three,
-Two... -Hello, Barb.
One!
-Okay, I guess I deserved that. -Get out!
-I need your help. -Rot in hell!
I remember when you believed in something.
I remember how it felt, like I was kicked in the stomach.
I've got 24 hours to find a man named Krebs.
I don't know how I feel. 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 is not the time to explain. -You're three years late.
Get out and don't come back!
Your check, sir.
Such blatant disregard for money.
Thank you for your hospitality.
And I do 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.
-I hope it's sooner than later. -Axel, over here!
Charlie.
I can help.
The blind leading the blind.
Go to the old factory district to a place called Steel Harbor Metal House.
It's a front for the resistance.
There's a stairway in the 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: doctor Corrina Devonshire,
four, four, seven, nine, one.
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.
Willis and the cops don't know squat. Everybody's chasing their tail.
Who's got the contact lenses now?
Word on the street is Krebs was turned over to a bail bondsman named Schmitz.
Schmitz was aiming to turn Krebs over to the Congressionals for the bounty.
-But then they got wise to the lenses. -They are worth two million.
Without them I won't be able to get past the scan and get on that plane.
-Let's not wait. Let's get Schmitz! -It's not that easy, doc.
-We can't find him. -The plane leaves in 24 hours.
Somebody must help us.
Only one person at Steel Harbor has connections on all sides.
If anyone would know where Schmitz is, she would.
The trouble is, she won't help nobody for free
and we're a little low on cash.
You know I do, Connie. Don't make me say it.
I love you. Bye.
-What are you two laughing at? -Who was that?
-Your mother. -Give me three.
How many?
Put that down!
-How many more? -Give me two.
-Your bet, Moe. -I'll bet, when I get ready.
Just wait.
Ten-hut!
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.
Is any of these men Schmitz?
No.
Look who's here.
Krebs.
Cora D. can't be far.
I'll need one of the bodies.
Preferably... one without a head wound.
-Hey. You want some company? -No.
Okay. Do you want some advice?
No!
Okay.
Drink when you want to remember. Don't drink when you want to forget.
I'll be there.
I promise.
Let's move!
-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 gotta get out of here.
You guys gotta get out of here! Go! Go! Go!
That's it. Let's go!
Come on, get in! Get in!
You cheated me out of one 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. -I don't take sides.
Exactly... You deal with everybody.
-I got something to deal. -You can't sell Krebs on your own?
It's not about Krebs anymore.
It's about retinal contact lenses.
Smuggled in from Germany.
You put these in your eyes, you get through any retinal scanner.
Congressional or U.N.
I was gonna sell them but my buyer fell through.
Krebs was resistance.
Those belonged to his friends. Do yourself a favor:
Just give them back and say you're sorry.
Goddamn 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 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 three times.
You could sell these. Do you know how much they're worth?
You could get two mil... Canadian... easy.
Enough money for Europe. You could get an operation for Charlie's eyes.
I don't buy. I don't sell.
Get out!
You're gonna regret not dealing with me!
You're gonna regret this very, very much.
I'll add that to my list.
The subject is reasonably fresh.
We'll probably only get a few seconds of readable thought data.
Cognitive impressions, 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, Colonel.
Issue a warrant for the arrest of Barb Wire.
Issue a warrant? This isn't Washington, Pryzer.
-I need a reason. -She's involved.
Well, you heard what he said. Sometimes all you get are dreams.
Every man in Steel Harbor dreams about Barb Wire.
-I need something more conclusive... -When did the law ever matter to you?
Miss Wire may know the whereabouts of the retinal lenses.
-We will search her bar. -Retinal lenses?
All of this is over a set of Bausch and Lombs?
All of this is over capturing an enemy of the Republic, the traitor 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?
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 did you get in here? Where's my dog?
I'm irresistible to females.
Thanks, Camille.
Towel!
-What? Are you gonna 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.
Goddamn it!
I guess it's bad timing for both of us.
Am I interrupting something?
Lovely you brought company.
Barb, this is my wife, Cora D.
How impressive. I'm sure you'll have very strong, smart children.
Look, I know this is awkward for all of us.
You gotta know, all I wanted back in Seattle was to disappear with you.
-The war changed that. -The war changed everything.
Good one.
I'm not surprised you don't believe me.
The mission took months. I thought 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?
Barb, there's more to the 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 global project,
an HIV derivative known as Red Ribbon.
It can kill you in twelve hours.
When I learned that Topeka, Kansas, was a lab experiment
and the Congressionals planned to unleash it on the entire territory,
I defected to the resistance. Axel got me 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 Truth 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.
Now, if you know where the lenses are, for Christ's sake, 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?
The other way is covered.
Roll it, ladies.
Give me three minutes and meet me downstairs.
-Why should we trust you? -Maybe you shouldn't.
-Check him! -Yes, sir.
Put his head back.
Oh god!
He doesn't have any retinals, you morons!
Sorry about that, Charlie.
-We're not open for breakfast. -It's legal. We have a warrant.
It's a little sticky.
-What exactly are you looking for? -This... is a murder investigation.
It's a Congressional matter. I can assure you, citizen,
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 menage every now and then.
Go out through the back.
Scan them.
This is ridiculous.
Commence scan.
Sir, the scanner is broken, sir.
Idiot!
You're wasting my time. Get out!
How long is this gonna 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've 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.
This is our ticket to Europe.
-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.
I knew Charlie was still friendly with the resistance.
But I didn't know how friendly.
-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.
Donuts! 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?
Don't give me that surprised look like you don't know what I'm talking about.
You didn't drive to the evil empire to see how my diet's going.
You came here to talk about the contact lenses, didn't you?
-I'm in a position to broker the 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!
Coming right down.
-Spike? -Charlie Kopetski!
Hold him!
You're charged with concealing information regarding contact lenses!
You can cooperate and talk to me...
or you can join your little friend.
I'd rather join my friend!
One million Canadian.
-Deal! -I'm not done yet!
There's a plane I wanna catch at the old airport by the unoccupied zone.
Unoccupied zone...
Bad part of town.
I want save passage for me and Charlie all the way through there.
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 stack a few more men here and there...
How about... half a mil Canadian?
750 upfront.
Deal! You got the lenses?
What do I look, new?
We'll meet at the first toll entering the zone an hour before sundown.
Cash for the lenses, right there.
You're five minutes late, I'll sell to another buyer.
The damn screen is not picking up his thoughts!
Colonel, he has no visual data for that period.
Goddamn it! Where are the lenses?
Speak now, man
or suffer at your leisure.
The Easter Bunny took them.
I'll talk.
-This guy has them. -What guy?
He's fat... wears a red suit...
white beard.
The name is Kringle.
Kris Kringle.
Merry Christmas!
-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.
Curly, relax, you're a natural.
Camille!
Well, this is it.
I'm gonna miss you.
I'm gonna miss you too, Curly.
Now, take care of Camille, okay?
Yeah, all right.
I never thought I'd see the day you'd drive away in that horrible thing.
-Where's Charlie? He should be here. -He went 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. The plane leaves in 90 minutes. Only you can help us.
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.
I said they're safe. Are you coming or not?
Does the word "overkill" mean anything to you?
-Ever driven out of Steel Harbor? -No.
Then shut up!
-What's this? -It's a road block.
On the other side is the unoccupied zone.
There's a toll.
-You two stay here. -What's going on?
This is our escort.
Look at her, all gussied up.
-Nice jewelry, Barb. -Got the money?
No chit-chat?
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.
-It's as good as cash. -That wasn't part of the deal, Fatso!
I told you, I had to work fast.
You got the lenses?
Nice.
-Watch them! -What the hell 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 the star-studded gathering going on here.
-How could you? -How many times do I have to tell you?
I don't take sides!
I'm in this for me only. Right, Big Fatso?
Right, and I like the way you think, Barb.
The lenses!
All right, phase two of the deal:
a safe escort to the old airport.
Slight change of plans.
You fat son of a bitch!
Nice work, Mr. Big Fatso.
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man!
Barb, I'm gonna 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 on the head of the doc
for turning you both over to the Congressionals.
And not to mention the 750 000 dollar 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, doctor 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.
And I'm sorry.
-Don't move! -Look out, she's got a grenade!
Forward!
Hang on!
Jeez, we're gonna die!
I'll kill you! I'll break you in half!
How am I supposed to get on the plane?
If we ever get out of this alive, 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's just beyond.
We can’t just break through a bus!
-Does this constitute emergency? -Yes!
Oh shit!
Hang on!
Where are you going?
Holy shit!
Wait up!
Give me your gun.
Willis, get them to the airport, quick! I'll stall them.
-You can't. -I'll meet you at the plane.
Goodbye, Axel.
All right, let's go!
Get going to the airport, I'm going back. Move!
There he is. Get him!
He's over here!
Follow him!
Hold your fire!
Where are you, bastard?
Gosh!
This one makes it go up and down?
Yeah, it does.
-Which one makes it go round? -That one right here.
How 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 gonna be a real pleasure.
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 enforcement.
Only U.N. authorized and identified personnel
will be permitted past this point
but fractions will be dealt with severely.
Damn, Willis, we gotta do something.
We'll create a flamboyant diversion.
Thanks.
There they are.
Are we cutting it close enough?
Put these in.
Final seating flight 647.
Destination Quebec, gate two.
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 gonna miss your plane.
I thought Barb Wire never took sides.
Keep it to yourself!
Last call, flight 647...
Goodbye, Axel.
Goodbye.
Willis.
Where will you go?
I hear Paris is nice this time of the year.
I do believe I'm falling in love.
Get in line!