Bounty Killer (2013) Script

It's been a while. You look good.

How'd you track these guys, anyway?

I have my ways.

You gonna tell me who your snitch is?

Nice try.

Look, I only want Trevor.

You can have the rest.

Where's your gun caddy?

Killed by gypsies in the Thrice Burned Lands.

By gypsies.

You do look good.

You look like shit, old man.

Stewie, baby, listen.

We just gotta stick it out a while longer.

The people will start missing what only we can give 'em.

Yo, give me a Blue Label on the rocks, glass of water.

Do you think they're gonna choose the wasteland over the comforts of the old world?

Come out from behind the bar, bounty killer!

Another bounty warrant approved by the Council of Nine.

This death warrant is issued for Herbert Trevor Jones, wanted for tax evasion, insider trading, employee slavery and war crimes.

What's the matter, Trevor?

You get a dirty mug?

Shit.

♪ All right tonight ♪ Aah!

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Lookie here ♪

♪ Ooh, yeah ♪

♪ I don't mind telling you, baby, uhh ♪

♪ That you looking kinda good ♪ Mary, wait.

♪ Ah, shake that thing, woman ♪

Ah, come on.

Son of a...

Are you trying to steal my kill?

Just trying to help a guy out.

You're a real pain in the ass.

You know that?

Yeah, well, at least I don't have gun problems.

Give me that. Yeah.

I should probably get myself a gun caddy.

You gonna pull me up? No.

In the not-too-distant future, the world powers were brought to their knees by big business.

Fueled by power and greed, the great titans of industry took up arms and set out to destroy one another, giving rise to the corporate wars.

As the nation spiraled into oblivion, the top executives abandoned their armies and escaped with the remainder of the world's wealth.

The great cities of the world burned for many years.

Born from the ash was the Council of Nine, who vowed to rebuild and give hope to the survivors of the wasteland.

To avenge the corporations' reckless destruction, the Council issues death warrants for all white-collar criminals.

In turn, a new breed of mercenary hunters spawn, the bounty killer.

From savage gypsy to graceful assassin, the bounty killers compete for body count, fame and a fat stack of cash.

They're ending the plague of corporate greed and providing the survivors of the apocalypse with retribution.

These are the new heroes.

This is the age of the bounty killer.

We love you! Yes!

You don't know what you're talking about, Henry.

Does this look like the savior of mankind?

Mary Death? No, it looks like misogyny.

Do you know what misogyny is?

No, you don't, because Drifter looks like the hero of the world.

I should gun caddy for him.

I'm gonna go gun caddy for him.

So long, suckers.

See you in another life.

Excuse me, Mr. Drifter, sir, I hear you're in need of a gun caddy.

I am the fastest gun tosser this side of the Thrice Burned Lands, and I Right, bounty killers only.

Look, I can do anything you need me to do.

I- I can flute a barrel. I can globe a sight, trigger a blade for single action, double action, triple action, round action.

I can do anything!

I know Morse code.

Boop-boop-boop. That's an S.

I taught myself how to tie knots.

Drifter! Drifter! I can fish.

Billy Bloom, "Wasteland News."

So what do you got there? Looks like a fresh kill.

You know I don't do interviews, Billy.

He doesn't do interviews, Billy...

Come on. So just back off.

Come on. Set up an appointment.

Guy like you could use a little PR.

A great story like this could put you right back up on the top where you belong.

Come on. Help me out.

I don't need a bunch of front-page photos to prove I'm doing my job.

Oh, my God, she's here!

It's really her!

♪ Bounty ♪

♪ Bounty killer's gonna get ya ♪ Looks like my story just arrived.

Where are they going?

They don't know the real deal's right here.

Some broad in hooker boots.

♪ I want to die in your arms ♪

♪ Have you slay me in your bed tonight ♪

♪ Killer ♪

♪ ' 'Cause there's a war going on... ♪ Yay, Mary Death!

I love you. My fans mean everything to me.

I am like a fine sommelier, and I will choose the right weapon for the kill.

A sommelier, huh?

Yeah. Sorry. It's like a wine Yeah, I know what it is.

Mary, pretty big score today.

How did you find these Yellow Ties when the other bounty killers had given up?

Now, Billy, you know I never pull out before the big kill.

I made an oath to the Council to root out corruption where it hides and serve the justice to you, the people.

And you can quote me on that.

She is fantastic.

Anyways No! I was kidding.

And what am I supposed to do with this twitching twat?

He isn't dead yet!

Ohh!

Fuck sake!

Here. Take your money, and piss off, you pair of wankers.

Oh, thank you very much.

Oi, Drifter.

Yeah?

There, you cunt.

And what's his problem?

Bad manners and a face that'd make his mum reach for a hammer.

Don't usually get gypsies this far east.

They raided a Green Tie hideout at some caves just south of here.

Stole all the kids to brainwash 'em into raving-mad killers.

Bloody animals, really, the gypsies are.

Good tippers, though. 20% every time.

Oh, bleeding hell.

Oh, another headless wonder.

Come on. How am I supposed to ID 'em without a fucking head?

Relax, Willy. I've got his business card.

Pile of crusted rubbish is what it is.

Oh, and it smells like a fat man's rotten yarbles.

I shall have to deduct some money for the lack of head.

Are you giving me shit, Willy?

It's simple, you silly sod.

No head, no bounty.

You have no idea how far up my ass the Council is about the state of these bodies.

Well, you know where you can tell 'em to shove it.

Now, don't you blaspheme the Council in here, or you'll end up like your pal Harry.

Harry?

Who's Harry?

Mary Death, your angel face is a sight for these weary eyes.

Thanks, Willy, but I'm no angel.

Well, pickle my todger.

Another pile of justice from Mary Death.

So who's this Harry everyone's so wild about?

Give me that.

Oh, what's the big deal?

He's just some small-time collar.

Wait a minute. Is this your snitch?

No.

He is. Hmm.

Very interesting.

Just let it go.

Uh-huh. All right.

I'm serious. Okay.

He's all yours.

Crabby.

Hey, sorry. Just Holy shit!

Aah! Aah! I I just wanted to say I'm the best gun caddy ever.

If you would just give me one chance to prove it.

Bloody hell, kid.

You know this knob shiner?

It's just that what you do means so much, and I want to be a part of it.

Ha ha ha. Oh, you'd be better off hiring one of these working stiffs.

Ah, he's got guts.

All right, who have you carried guns for?

Okay, good question.

One, Black Betty, two, Cracker Boone both top bounty killers.

Drifter, did you hear that?

Black Betty and Cracker Boone.

Hmm.

Good luck, kid.

Make sure to keep a fresh mag handy, and, um, always stay to his left.

Yep. He likes that.

Willy.

All right, all right.

Don't get your tits in a twist.

Slabbing up your bodies is always a pleasure, my darling.

The pleasure's all mine.

Bless you, love.

See you around.

Drifter... get this mangy mutt out of here.

You know the rules.

Just go, and gas up my bike.

We have to go find Harry.

Yep!

Oh, my God.

Gun caddy coming through!

I'm all right!

I'm all right.

I just fell down a little bit.

We see her, boss.

You know what to do, Mr. Gunney.

Get her to join up, or take her out.

Roger that.

Now, this snaggletoothed guy's your informant, right?

Yeah, he's a bad guy, but he's small-time.

He's been more valuable to keep alive, 'cause he swims with bigger sharks.

Two wood. Two wood.

So a small fish to catch a big shark.

Shotgun!

So Mary said she wouldn't go after your fish.

So you guys don't go after each other's kills.

Yeah, but it doesn't mean you can't make it hard as hell for the other guy.

Now shut up, and throw me the 12-gauge.

World's greatest gun caddy, huh?

Stop asking questions, and pay attention.

I'm sorry!

♪ Bounty ♪

Ah, I'm so sorry, baby.

I didn't know you couldn't handle that much weight.

Heh.

I guess I've gotta carry this whole relationship now.

I promise, no more attachments.

Just like mama.

Ah!

Thanks, Bob.

Whoo!

That sun is a scorcher.

Tell you what, days like today make you really miss that ozone layer, if you know what I mean.

Hmm. Mary Death, right?

You want an autograph?

No, but thank you for the offer.

What's wrong with your friend?

Is he too fat to get out of the car?

Oh, Bob?

Bob's just a- He's a little shy.

I'm Greg Gunney, Wasteland Resorts.

We're building a brighter future one condo at a time.

"Stop surviving. Start living."

It's our motto.

You were vetted by the Council?

Yes, I am.

You see, the world is evolving, Mary, and, thanks to you, the white collars are dwindling, so the Council has turned its attention to loftier goals.

Who's bankrolling you?

I'd rather not say...

But it isn't too late to join our team.

With our resources and your celebrity, oh, this could be a beautiful partnership.

If you don't want an autograph, you need to clear out of here.

Bottom-line kind of girl. I like that.

No, Greg, you are really not understanding me.

In the amount of time we've been talking, most women will have already decided whether they want to fuck or be your friend.

I'm not most women, Greg.

I just decide whether I want to fuck or kill you.

Forget this bitch, Greg.

She ain't buying nothing.

You know, Bob's right.

Let's cut the foreplay.


You think they're gonna choose the wasteland over the comforts of the old world?


Greg, you're not gonna make it much longer, and I can make your death a little easier for you.

Do you know where he is?

No.

No.

Okay, what about his pal here, Harry?

Fuck you.

What was that, Greg?

You're not being very clear.

Spit it out, Greg.

Drip Rock.

What kind of idiot holes up inside of his own bar?

That doesn't make any sense.

Well, being marked by a death warrant doesn't give a man any more sense than he had before, and sometimes the best place to hide is in plain sight where no one's looking for you.

Well, then, let's do this. Oh, no, I'm going in alone.

What do you mea-What? I know you heard me.

Yeah, I did hear you. It's a terrible idea.

Listen, listen, I need you to keep an eye on things outside, and whatever happens, stay outside, and be ready to go at a moment's notice.

Oh, like a lookout.

Oh, this is great.


Hey, looks like you pulled out the big guns.

Who are you tracking, Mary?

You're gonna want to make yourself scarce, Billy.

Yeah, miss out on the action? No way.

Make it hard as hell for the other guy.


Hey there, pretty lady.

Why don't we see what's hiding up your little skirt?

That ought to slow you down.

Oh, shit.


So is it true?

Are you Francis Gorman?

I could tell you I was innocent, but you'd assume I'm lying.

Never trust a collar. I taught you that.

You didn't answer my question.

Is that your mug on the warrant?

Yeah, it's me.

And Harry here, is he your old business partner?

You kill him so he wouldn't turn you in?

And what the fuck is Second Sun?

Second Sun?

What the hell are you talking about?

God, they tried to kill me, you son of a bitch!

I didn't kill Harry.

Smell the room. He's been dead a week.

This was a trap.

I trusted you.

I believed in you.

Mary Why didn't you tell me?

I was going to.

It's, uh It's complicated.

I'm going to the Council.

I need to speak to the Judges.

That's suicide.

No one's ever appealed a death warrant.

The Council Guard'll kill you at the gate.

Yeah, well, I'll deal with that when I get there.

Then I'm going with you.

You can't do this alone.

You can't come.

I don't want you risking your life for me.

That wasn't a request.

You're not gonna make this easy on me, now, are you?

Now, where's the fun in that?

Get the bikes, Jack!

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Hey, this is great stuff, Mary.

Told you to get out of here.

Yeah, and miss the story of my career?

Not a chance!

Been a pleasure working with you, Billy.

Will you stop rolling around on the ground and get the bikes?!

Shit.

What the fuck was that? Mary!

You are acting like a child!

I'm going with you to the Council.

Will you stop being so stubborn?

You can't go on a kill-crazy rampage every time you're mad at somebody!

Oh, yeah? Watch me!

Mary, on your nine.

What happened back there?

Why is Mary trying to kill us?

She's having a tantrum.

Put the hammer down, man.

She can't catch us.

I modified her boosters.

What happens if she engages them?

I don't know. Probably stall out.

That's not supposed to happen.

What are you doing?

What are you stopping for, man?

We gotta go!

Great, she's not dead. Can we go, please?

Can't have you following me, fender bunny.

♪ Doo, doo-wah ♪

♪ Doo, doo-wah ♪

♪ Doo, doo-wah ♪

♪ Doo-wah ♪

♪ Handsome ♪

♪ Ah, so handsome ♪

♪ Gentle and sweet ♪

♪ Knocks me off my feet ♪

♪ Every time I see him ♪

♪ Handsome ♪

♪ Handsome man ♪

♪ Doo, doo-wah ♪

♪ I don't even know his name ♪

♪ I don't know where he lives ♪

♪ But he's still to blame... ♪ Mr. Sterling, sir.

I'll be with you in a minute.

♪ Ah, so handsome ♪

* Gentle and sweet *

♪ Knocks me off my feet ♪

♪ Every time I see him ♪

* Handsome ♪ Sir, Mr. -

How many times have I told you the importance of maintaining our appearance?

We had the bounty killers surrounded Give me the bottom line, Mr. Elliott.

Where is Gorman now?

Mary Death said they're going to the Council.

Mary Death?

Mary Death.

God.

Excuse me a minute.

Yes, Catherine?

Tell me our progress.

Well, we hit a snag.

Mary Death showed up and ruined our plan.

Now the bounty killers are headed for the Council.

This is disturbing news, Mr. Sterling.

The board is losing their patience with you.

What is that horrible noise?

My apologies for the interruption.

Finish the job, Mr. Sterling.

Any more hiccups, and we will have no choice but to terminate you.

Am I clear?

Yes, ma'am.

We gotta get back to it, act like nothing happened and keep the killing alive.

I'll understand if you want to quit.

I don't believe any of this.

I've followed you for years.

You're the best bounty killer we got.

And now all the others are gunning for me.

It's too dangerous for you, kid.

No. You took a chance on me.

I'm taking one on you.

So I am with you till the end, always on your left.

So how are we gonna get there?

Nobody knows where it is.

I'll figure it out.

We'll just have to get across the Badlands first.

The Badlands? Quiet.

What is that?

Kill the lights. Kill the lights.

What is it?

Gypsies.

Fuck! Gypsies?

We're dead! Calm down.

Calm down? Bounty killer's another thing, but gypsies? Throat-ripping, village-raping gypsies?

You get down.

How down? Shh.

They probably got scouts all around here.


Is that Mocha Sujata?

That's the gypsy queen.

They say every outsider who sees her gets killed.

Yeah, well, you better get her autograph before she slits your throat.

I don't want her autograph.

What are you doing this far west, bounty killer?

Only those that want to cross the Badlands come out this far.

We're trying to find San Dalloosa.

I hear it's bingo night.

Where's the girl?

What are you talking about?

Don't play smart with me.

A gypsy girl named Nuri escaped our camp many years ago.

She killed my king.

Well, good for her.

She escaped to look for you.

She mentioned the name Drifter.

Well, maybe she was a fan.

Ponka!

Well, that might get you somewhere.

Now... where are you hiding the girl?

Fuck off.

Fuck!

Aah! Why?

Where's Nuri?

No more games.

You know where this Nuri chick is?

Can I suggest you start

Where is she?

Yeah!

I hate gypsies.

Yeah. Me, too, kid.

Shit! Shit!

Shit! Shit! They're gonna eat us!

Will you keep your voice down?

I'm not gonna keep my voice down!

They're gypsies! That's what they do. They eat people!

Jack, they're not gonna eat anyone.

It's just a myth they spread to scare people, okay?

I think. What?

I'm so fat.

Oh, they're gonna love me. I'm so marbled.

I'm not gonna let anyone eat you, all right?

We still got a few hours till daylight.

Wait. What? You got an escape plan?

I'm working on it.

Besides, the way they're going to that roach liquor, they'll be worse for wear in the morning.

That's your escape plan, is that they have hangovers?

Yes.

Have you got a better one?

No, but at least mine can't be undone with aspirin.

Just please tell me that you don't know this gypsy girl that they're looking for.

It's Mary Death.

What?

It's Mary Death. What?

Told you Mary Death!

It can't be Mary Death.

She's not even a gypsy.

Why are you risking our lives for a woman trying to kill us?!

Shh. It's complicated.

What's so complicated about it?!

Because it's a woman.

They're all complicated.

You love her, don't you?

Don't you?

Shit!

♪ Now, if you got a women... ♪ Oh, yeah.

I first met Mary many years ago when she tracked me to the Thirsty Beaver, a warehouse where bounty killers could train all day and at night share a stiff drink with one of Lucille's famous beaver girls.

♪ I know a good woman can mean a good man's doubt ♪

♪ Ain't that right? ♪

♪ Ain't that right? ♪

* Ain't that right? ♪


Get out.

Come on. Come on.

Let's go.

I didn't order a gypsy.

Where are the girls?

You have a blade against your throat, and all you're worried about are those whores?

Well, yeah.

Paid for all night.

Who are you?

The gypsies call me Nuri.

They'd have my head if they knew I was here.

You escaped?

They say you're the best bounty killer in the Thrice Burned Lands.

I need you to train me.

Why don't you get one of your clown-faced boyfriends to train you?

They've given up on the world.

They just want to burn it further into oblivion.

You're setting things right and actually making a difference here.

You tracked me here, and that means you got talent.

Get off.

A lot of spunk, too.

Oh, this is gonna be interesting.

Always expect the unexpected.

She fearlessly took on every challenge.

I was hard on her. I mean, you have to be.

You didn't say you were using live rounds.

Must have slipped my mind.

She was a fast learner.

Anything short of perfection wasn't good enough.

She had to be the best.


Humph.

Nice.

I didn't know you were doing the whole course.

Must have slipped my mind.


It wasn't long before I started bringing her on jobs.

Not bad.

You can threaten me all you like, love, but half bounty is all you're gonna get.

You'd be well advised to teach that dodgy bint some manners.

Ahh! That merchant is a crook!

It's an unspoken agreement we have.

They skim a little bit off top in exchange for some information, okay?

No. Deal, nothing. When I'm on my own, things'll be different.

You're acting like a child. Uhh!


Nuri, what's with all that racket?

I'm finishing a new outfit.

And my name isn't Nuri anymore.

It's Mary Death.

On that day, I realized I had created the greatest killer the world would ever know.

The months that followed were a good time for the two of us.

We pulled off jobs in tandem.

She was my fender bunny, and I was her old man.

The world was blown to hell, but it didn't matter.

We were invincible.

I've been thinking, fender bunny.

Stop talking.

You know, hear me out.

You deserve better than a... cramped room at the Beaver, you know?

And I've saved some money, and...

yeah, we could ride out of here tomorrow and leave all this behind.

We could start a new life.

Ohh!

Shit! You cut me deep!

Mary... you cut me deep.

I tried to love her, kid, but she stabbed me in the spleen and left me for dead.

Huh. You really know your gypsies.

Can't hold their liquor, I guess.

Move it, kid.

Gahh.

What are you waiting for?

I'm stealing a stagecoach from of a bunch of savages with a wanted criminal moonlighting as a bounty killer, who has the hots for a murderous, deranged gypsy.

Dreams do come true, kid.

I never stopped believing. Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Get going!

Get up! They're getting away.

Ho! Whoo!

Kill them!

Kill them!


Bollocks.

Oh, shit.

Pitching wedge. What?

Jack, pass me the pitching wedge!

What the hell is a pitching wedge?

The RPG.

I told you to let them escape.

Catch up with the others, and tell them to fall back!

Fall back!


Oh, come on.

Shit.


Boom, motherfuckers.

What are you doing?

Well, I was, um I'm up here saving our necks, and you're down there taking a siesta in the trailer?

His head just went everywhere.

Yeah, I know.

It was too easy.

That was easy?

How was that easy?

I don't want to hear it, Jack.

Just get up here, and man the rig. We gotta move fast!

I found something.

Jack, I think you just bought us a trip across the Badlands.

♪ Must be an angel ♪

♪ You must be my heart ♪

♪ Alone in this desert ♪

♪ Just let it all start ♪

♪ You change like the seasons... ♪ How much for a shot of whiskey and a Coke?

Nuri?

How the hell are you, Lucille?

♪ Just one more time ♪ You need a drink.

♪ Forget all the rules... ♪

Ah, man.

God, what happened to this place?

Man, I remember us turning customers away every night.

My best girls went off with a dancing show to New Phoenix.

Yeah? Why didn't you go with 'em?

Ah, I never was much of a dancer.

Not on my feet, anyway.

You know, a strange thing happened.

After the girls left, this town suddenly lost interest in being a town.

Hmm. Funny how that happens.

Another?

♪ Must be an angel ♪ You know, there's a saying you can't fool a fool.

♪ Must be my heart... ♪ I know a broken heart when I see one.

What's going on with you, baby girl?

♪ Inside your arms... ♪ Is it Drifter?

He's one of them.

Oh.

He's a criminal.

This whole time, he's been hiding like a snake.

And now you're the one who, uh, has to kill him, right?

That's right.

It's, uh It's hard to do your job when it goes against what you feel in your heart.

It's a weakness.

Oh, that's just the gypsy in you.

Underneath that armor, you're still a woman, flesh and blood like the rest of us.

He lied to us.

Heh. Yeah, but he's a handsome liar.

Come on. Let's get you cleaned up.

Oh, hey, that was my first cover.

Yeah. I've been keeping track, and I knew you'd come back sooner or later for these.

Mm.

Spent so much time working on 'em.

Oh, now this one, that's good.

Yeah, that's my favorite.

Okay, I always thought the chest plate was a bit much.

Ah, sometimes it pays for a girl to be practical.

Lucille, you got a set of wheels I could use?

Voilà.

Lucille, I love you.

Yep, there's still life in the old girl yet.

I took her out last week, and she kicked like a mule.

I'm borrowing a gas mask.

It's yours.

Do me a favor.

If you don't kill Drifter, send him my way.

I'll give that handsome man all the loving he needs.

You don't change, do you, Lucille?

Why mess with perfection?

See you around.

Take care, Nuri.


Think this junker still runs?

Oh, this junker could blow the wings off a bat out of hell.

Whose place is this, anyways?

Coyote named Jimbo.

What's a coyote?

He smuggles white collars out of bounty killer territory.

How do you know him?

Well, you could say we have a special relationship.

He's your informant, isn't he? Right?

The coyote takes collars to where they think they're safe.

Then he turns around, and he tells you, right. Right?

That's an astute observation, Mr. LeMans.

Hell, I'm sorry I ever underestimated your intelligence.

Ah, thank you.

Wait. What?

God damn it! Drifter!

What the fuck are you thinking knocking on my door like that?

Where the hell did you get that gypsy trailer?

Oh, we stole it.

What? From gypsies.

Who the fuck is this?

Oh, he's my gun caddy.

I need your help.

Get inside!

Get inside!

Ahh!

The Badlands?

Fuck that shit, man.

No, no, no, I got-I got a collar to pick up in New Phoenix.

Cancel the job.

Hey! Don't touch nothing.

Nope. Mm-mm.

Man, abandoning a client would sully my reputation.

What reputation?

You know, that's a good point.

You make your own fuel?

Man, that ain't no ordinary fuel. That's moonshine.

You run your car on moonshine?

Damn straight, 160 proof.

That is an old family recipe perfected by my granddaddy GuntherAristotle Stone.

He was a great man.

Now, why are you in such a rush to get across the Badlands?

What's this bullshit?

Well, sing a song.

Can't say I'm surprised, though.

Hey, don't drink that.

That is not for consumption.

No. I'm gonna put it over here.

I'm headed to the Council building.

The Council building?

Man, they're gonna shoot you on sight.

Yeah, but don't worry about that.

Just name your price.

Oh, hell.

You show up here not invited.

You got some weirdo with you.

You're a wanted man.

You been tussling with gypsies.

Man, that is a lot of risk for Jimbo to take on.

Besides, driving across the Badlands, that ain't no Sunday cruise, man.

The radiation's so hot in there, you stay in there long enough, it'll make your eyeballs bleed.

Hot damn, Drifter.

You are full of surprises.

Drifter's so full of prizes.

I ain't seen a six-pack of PBR since...

Whose cold, dead hands you have to wrestle this hooch out of?

What does it matter?

It's yours now.

Damn, Drifter.

What do you say?

I say load up the guns, and pack the biscuits, boys.

We are going on a bona fide adventure.

This guy's, uh, sweaty.

What the fuck did you put in that shit, anyway?

Now, don't you be railing on Gunther's recipe.

I told him not to drink it.

I hope he don't go blind and his pecker don't fall off.


Shit.


You're a scout.

Why are the gypsies in the Badlands?

Fuck you, bounty killer.

Tell me how to get out of here.

Why are the gypsies in the Badlands?

They're looking for you, Nuri.


Ah, damn it!

Jack. Jack.

Check it out.


Okay.


What is this place?

Perfect.

How much?

Okay, look. I don't-I don't have any money on me right now.

Um, but if we could work out a deal or something, I could

No. Look, I-I can't go back out there, sir.

I'm asking you to help me.

I can't go back out there without a map.

I don't know my way through the Badlands.

I need you to help me. You obviously know what you're doing.

Look, you make maps. We'll work something out.

If you-Hello?

Look at me!

Please.

I need your help.

What?

I told you I don't have any money.

Thank you.

You don't by chance happen to have a map to the Council, do you?

Whoo hoo hoo! Hoo hoo hoo!

Hot damn! I whupped the Badlands again!

And in record time.

Ah! Whoo! You all right?

You all right? Check your eyeballs.

Check your eyeballs.

You're all right. Ah hoo hoo hoo!

Hell, yeah. Up yours, Badlands.

This calls for a celebration.

Ah! Now I can die a happy man.

Aah!

Jack, get the guns.

Just go around and get the rest of the six-pack.

Shh. You and beer.

Shit.

Well, I'll be damned.

Who is it? Headhunters? Gypsies? What?

Yeah, it's a gypsy, all right.

Shit.

It's Mary. Shit.

Okay, 600 yards.

That's what, the nine iron?

No, I had a better idea.

What you doing?

Drifter, she's gonna take you down.

Oh, what are you doing?

Mary! I'm done running.

I'm not gonna fight you anymore.

Are you gonna come down here and talk, or you just gonna keep knocking dirt on my boots?

Hey, sorry about your car.

I didn't know. I just crossed a few Ack!

Hey, hey, take it easy, man.

Jimbo, what did I say would happen if I ever saw you again?

You ain't still raw about that Texas job, are you?

Listen, your beef's with me. Leave him out of this.

And you are a dead man.

Oh, just stop it.

Just stop it.

I am sick of all the guns and the Badlands and gypsies trying to eat us!

You were captured by gypsies?

Yes, we were captured by gypsies, and they tortured the hell out of this guy, and he never gave you up.

'Cause you know why?

For some fucked-up reason, he loves you.

And she could have shot you, like, a million times and she didn't, 'cause she loves you.

So can you quit acting like children?

Please?

Thank you.

We hired Jimbo to take us to the Council so Drifter can talk to the Judges.

You'll never get past the Council Guard.

I told you that.

He's gonna do this his way, okay?

After everything he's done for the people, he's earned the right to face the Judges.

And you're welcome to come with us.

What?

Listen, I'm the one with the bounty on my head.

There's no reason for any of you to get mixed up in my mess.

It's not your choice.

It's ours.

How you gonna find it?

Here.

All right. If we're gonna see this through to the end, we're gonna take it the whole way.

And I promise you everythingll make sense when we get to the Council.

I'll follow you as far as the Council building, and when they find you guilty, it's gonna be me who puts a bullet in your head.

Sounds like a play.

It's better than your stupid knife in my spleen.

That's not funny.

Yeah, it's kind of funny.

Let's do this!


Two weeks.

We missed one hell of a party.

I only see Council Guard.

Where are the dead guys from the other side?

They must have dragged 'em away after.

Well, who-who do you think did this?

It was an army of Yellow Ties.

Second Sun.

That's why they were celebrating.

Mary, wait!


Oh, man.

Oh.

When I saw my warrant, I knew there was something wrong.

I just had to see it for myself.

How'd you know?

The Council already knew about my past.

It didn't make any sense for them to issue a warrant after all these years.

You knew the Judges?

Yeah, they tracked me down after the last of the great cities burned.

By the time they found me, I'd already killed two of my old business partners.

Why'd you kill 'em?

My company built planes, and after the crash, my partners betrayed me and sold out to the corporate militias.

They took over my plant and started building bombers for the war.

Whenever I heard news of a city being annihilated, I knew the plane that delivered the bombs likely had my name on it.

The Council offered me a position as the tenth Judge.

They needed someone on the inside who knew all the players, but I refused.

I spent enough time behind a desk.

I needed to get my hands dirty.

So I became the first bounty killer.

It's all over.

The Council's dead.

People's hope will die with them.

No, it's not all over.

We've still got one more job to do.

The Second Sun.

Ah, shit.


Francis.

Hello, Catherine.

What, you know her?

It's a shame you didn't stick around to watch your company fulfill its potential when we merged with Second Sun.

Oh, I've been watching you for some time and hunting you.

And I am sorry about putting the bounty on your head.

It wasn't very nice, I know, but it was necessary.

Oh, you're not sorry.

You'd stab your own mother in the back to increase your bottom line.

Or husband.

Ex-husband.

Are you disturbed by the fact that every woman you've ever been involved with wants to kill you?

Yeah, well, I try not to think about it.

Dick-head. You should have told me.

Oh.

So you're Francis' new little whore.

Mary Death, everyone's favorite bounty killer.

You know, I had other plans, but seeing you here today, well-

That changes everything.

I'll blame the death of the Council on you.

The people will lose their faith in bounty killers.

The system crumbles, and then Second Sun moves in promising a better life.

Exactly.

Honey, you are smarter than you look.

It's a shame we didn't meet under different circumstances.

We might have gotten along.

If circumstances were different, you would already be dead.

Maybe.

Or maybe not.

Get your damn hands off her!

Hey!

Button your lip, short dick.

The boss doesn't like it when people interrupt her.

I got you covered, Catherine.

Raah!

Gypsies!


You need to get out of here.

And where's the fun in that?

I didn't think they'd follow me across the Badlands.

They're here for me, aren't they?

Come on, listen. We can let 'em kill each other, and I can get you out of here.

No. This ends right here, all of it.


Stop getting shot!

Sorry to do this to you, Jimbo.

But it's better than you getting shot a third time.

Great job, Jack.

Get me bullets, guns, whatever you got.

I'm out.

Jack, I'm out.

You're doing great, kid.

Thanks!

Just stay by my left, and we'll get through this.

Yeah.

I can get that guy.

Reload! Shit.

No!


Living among the outsiders has made you weak.

You used to be great.

That's why the king picked you.

He actually thought you were better than me.

They all did.

Now that my king will be avenged, I'll return with your head and show them all why I've always been the true queen.

And this is how you die... as a whore for the Council.

I'd rather die a whore.

God.


No!

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop! Stop!

Relax. Mary, let go.

Let go. It's okay.

They're not gonna hurt you, okay?

You okay?

Oh.

These guys actually aren't all that bad, especially since you killed their queen. They're like Where's Drifter?

He's gone.

They, uh- They took him.

Uh, I didn't stay with him... like I promised.

I didn't either.

I never do.

He protects me, and all I ever do is let him down.

Hey, no, no, no, no.

It's gonna be okay.

No. We're gonna be okay.

We're gonna go save him.

Oh, really? How? You and me against whatever the fuck Second Sun has waiting for us?

We would need an entire army.

No, listen, you don't understand.

It's over, Jack, okay?

I couldn't even handle a small band of Yellow Ties, 'cause I'm too busy in my own fucking world just being distracted and- Sorry.

It's just that you need to shut up, okay?

You killed their queen.

This is your army.

Jack...

where do we go?

We have no idea where Second Sun is.

Uh, well...

I caught a small fish.

You did what?

I caught a small fish.

Come here.

Dude, get me down.

To catch a big shark.

I'm not telling you anything.

Jack... you really are one hell of a gun caddy.


Welcome back.

What the...

You're confused.

You have a slight concussion, but you'll survive.

Where am I?

We're in your new office.

Cigar?

I rolled them myself.

I remember how much you liked them on our honeymoon in Havana.

Fuck you, Catherine.

Maybe later.

I'll cut to the chase.

That stack of papers on your desk is a contract.

Should you choose to sign it, you'll be reinstated as CEO of Gorman Enterprises.

I'll have a controlling interest, but you'll be the face of the company.

You just issued a death warrant for me, and now you want to I never intended to kill you, Francis.

The Council, yes.

That tart, Mary Death, obviously... but never you.

Mm-mm. No.

I have much bigger plans for you... for us.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Don't you see?

The apocalypse was the greatest business opportunity that's ever come our way.

It was the ultimate bankruptcy, a clean slate, and now with no government to stand in our way, there's no unions, no minimum wage and no taxes.

It's pure capitalism.

We won't just corner the free market, Francis.

We'll own it.

That's not capitalism, Catherine.

It's the wacked-out ramblings of a woman who's lost her bloody mind.

I've lost my mind?

You're the one riding around with a bag of guns playing vigilante cowboy.

Although, actually I must thank you for that.

You see, you and your little girlfriend were out there eliminating our competition, so, in the end, your efforts simply sped up our schedule.

Run this company with me, Francis.

It's the only thing you've ever been good at.

Are you coming on to me?

Is that what this is all about?

You know, 'cause I'm not adverse to a quick romp on the desk if that's what you're saying.

I don't want to fuck you, Francis.

I just want you to build this empire with me.

I want you to lead our army as we set out to conquer the world, as our brand warrior and CE-

We are in a meeting!

How the hell did you get in

You talk too much.

Now, I would have said, "Meeting's adjourned."

You clean up nice.

You look like shit, fender bunny.

You got a gun for me?

Nope, but I do.

Good to see you, kid.

You guys gonna keep smooching, or you want to go shoot some people?

♪ Well, I heard and I've been told ♪

♪ Of the things that you could do ♪

♪ Well, that you think nobody else ♪

♪ Can do half as good as you ♪

♪ Uhh ♪

♪ I heard that you shake that thing well ♪

- Jack, I'm out. * Just want to know ♪

♪ Are you ready? ♪

♪ Are you ready? ♪

♪ Are you ready? ♪

♪ Ohh * -

♪ Let's get on with it ♪

♪ Let's get on with it ♪

♪ Let's get on with it ♪

♪ Let's get on with it ♪

♪ Let your tears fall in line ♪

♪ Well, why don't you just let 'em fly? ♪

♪ Baby, just 'em fly ♪

♪ Come on ♪

♪ Hit it now ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ You looking good, woman ♪

♪ That's it, sugar ♪

♪ Whaah ♪

♪ It's all right tonight ♪

♪ Yes ♪

♪ Lookit here ♪ Reload!

Mary!


Mary!

You're welcome.

No!


Mary, wake up.

Wake up, Mary.

Please don't die.

Come on.

You scared me, fender bunny.

Sometimes it pays for a girl to be practical.

Are you hurt?

I don't know.

I can't feel anything.

How do I look?

Better than the other guy.

Her head is, like, just gone.

How long they been up there?

Heh. Two weeks.

♪ Let's go ♪


She still don't sound mean enough.

Well, no wonder.

Who taught you how to install a distributor?

I bolted it on.

Takes more than just bolting it on, lug-head.

You gotta retard the sparks four degrees.

Otherwise, it throws the timing off.

I think you're just making words up.

You saved me from them gypsies.

That's a deed that shouldn't go unrecognized.

This is your last beer.

It's your last beer now.

Thanks, Jimbo.

Hear that?

Oh, that tastes like boobies.

How's the car?

It's ready to go.

Old Jack here bought the best pony in my stable.

She's mean enough to outrace the devil.

Nice job, boys.

Did you get anything else out of the fish?

Gutted the flounder pretty good.

Told us there were Second Sun everywhere, and then he gave up a base on the Philly coast.

All right. I'll rendezvous with the gypsies and meet you in Philadelphia.

Thought we were all going together.

Take care of him for me.

Damn it, woman!

You cut me deep! Aqain!

Come and get me, old man.

♪ Bounty ♪

♪ Bounty killer's gonna get ya ♪

♪ Bounty ♪

♪ Bounty killer's gonna get ya ♪

♪ I want to die in your arms ♪

♪ Have you slay me in your bed tonight ♪

♪ Killer ♪

♪ 'Cause there's a war going on ♪

♪ And I don't want to see the morning light ♪

♪ Take me to paradise ♪

♪ Please make my death slow ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ I want to come until I go ♪

♪ Bounty ♪

♪ Bounty killer's gonna get ya ♪

♪ Mushroom clouds leave me so blind ♪

♪ The sweet smoke fills my lungs of fear ♪

♪ Searching for a love I can't find ♪

♪ As you appear ♪

♪ Black rains clear ♪

♪ Loving me ♪

♪ To leave again ♪

♪ Cutting me ♪

♪ I bleed, and then ♪

♪ My only defense ♪

♪ Is love I've built ♪

♪ To fight until ♪

♪ My heart is filled ♪

♪ Stop this war and hold me still ♪

♪ Leave me sore with each thrill ♪

♪ Shake my core ♪

♪ Calm my chills ♪

♪ Love me more ♪

♪ Than the kill ♪ Hey. Oh, no.

Hee hee. Sorry.

Oh, teach that psycho bitch, you cunt.

Back.

That is so going in the blooper. I was...

Billy Bloom.

You stole it? From gypsies.

Who the fuck is this?

Hi.

What the fuck are you laughing about?

Jack LeMans.

Keep going. They're rolling. Sorry.

It's Pull it together, man! I'm sorry.

Where the fuck did you He's my- He's my gun caddy.

What the fuck is this?

Sorry.

Sorry. You're killing me.

Okay. Sorry. Okay. Okay.

Mark.

I'm sorry. Can we do...

Wow.

Shift, and And lift.

Mmm.

Oh, that tastes like a birthday.

Oh, that tastes like Christmastime.

Oh, that tastes like boobies.

That tastes like a bazooka. Oh.

Oh, that tastes like a springtime meadow.

Drifter!

There, you cunt.

So that wasn't a good move for you, was it?

♪ Stop this war ♪

♪ Hold me still ♪

♪ Leave me sore with each thrill ♪

♪ Shake my core ♪

♪ Calm my chills ♪

♪ Love me more ♪

♪ Than the kill ♪

♪ If when all is said and done ♪

♪ The next time never comes ♪

♪ I know you were the only one ♪

♪ Held hostage by ♪

♪ Your hottest gun ♪

♪ Stop this war ♪

♪ Leave me sore ♪

♪ Shake my core ♪

♪ Calm my chills ♪

♪ Love me more ♪

♪ Than the kill ♪