All language subtitles for Bounty.Killer.2013.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

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.

MARY DEATH: Where's
your gun caddy?

DRIFTER: Killed by gypsies
in the Thrice Burned Lands.

By gypsies.

You do look good.

You look like shit, old man.

(Elevator Dings)

(Music Playing)

Stewie, baby, listen.

We just gotta stick it
out a while longer.

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

(Laughs)

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?

(Laughs)

(Coughing)

(Woman Screams)

Come out from behind the
bar, bounty killer!

(Crowd Murmuring)

(New Music Plays)

ANNOUNCER: 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?

- (Gun Clicks)
- Shit.

(Gunshots)

(Jukebox Playing)

♪ All right tonight ♪

Aah!

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

- (Screaming)
- (Gunfire)

♪ Lookie here ♪

♪ Ooh, yeah ♪

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

♪ That you looking kinda good ♪

DRIFTER: Mary, wait.

♪ Ah, shake that thing, woman ♪

(Engine Whirring)

(Bullet Clanks)

Ah, come on.

(Muttering) Son of a...

(Laughs)

Are you trying to steal my kill?

MARY: Just trying
to help a guy out.

DRIFTER: You're a
real pain in the ass.

- You know that?
- (Laughs)

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

DRIFTER: Give me that. Yeah.

I should probably get
myself a gun caddy.

- You gonna pull me up?
- No.

NARRATOR: 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.

- (Bomb Dings)
- (Music Resumes)

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.
- (Ding)

This is the age of
the bounty killer.

(Motorcycle Revving)

- We love you!
- Yes!

(Cheering)

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.

CADDY: 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.

CADDY: 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.

- BILLY: 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.

BILLY: 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.

(Engine Revs)

Oh, my God, she's here!

It's really her!

♪ Bounty ♪

♪ Bounty killer's gonna get ya ♪

Looks like my story
just arrived.

CADDY: Where are they going?

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

(Crowd Cheering)

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... ♪

WOMAN: 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.

(Cheering)

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.

- (Sniffs)
- Yeah?

There, you cunt.

And what's his problem?

Bad manners and a face

that'd make his mum reach for a hammer.
(Chuckles)

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.
- (Laughs)

Oh, what's the big deal?

He's just some
small-time collar.

- (Beeps)
- (Laughs)

Wait a minute. Is
this your snitch?

- No.
- (Laughs)

He is. Hmm.

Very interesting.

DRIFTER: Just let it go.

MARY: Uh-huh. All right.

- I'm serious.
- Okay.

He's all yours.

Crabby.

Hey, sorry. Just

MARY: Holy shit!

CADDY: 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.

- (Laughs)
- Willy.

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.

(Laughs) 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.

CADDY: Yep!

Oh, my God.

Gun caddy coming through!

(Cheering)

(Bird Squawks)

I'm all right!

- (Cheering)
- I'm all right.

I just fell down a little bit.

MAN: We see her, boss.

(Transmission) You know
what to do, Mr. Gunney.

Get her to join up,
or take her out.

MAN: Roger that.

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

DRIFTER: 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.

CADDY: 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.

(Shotgun Fires)

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! (Chuckles)

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.

(Chuckles)

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...
- (Ding)

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.

BOB: Forget this bitch, Greg.

She ain't buying nothing.

You know, Bob's right.

Let's cut the foreplay.

(Screams)

(Gags)

You think they're gonna
choose the wasteland

over the comforts
of the old world?

(Laughs)

(Groans)

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?

(Gags) No.

No.

Okay, what about his
pal here, Harry?

Fuck you.

- What was that, Greg?
- (Gurgles)

You're not being very clear.

- (Groans)
- Spit it out, Greg.

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.

(Engine Revving)

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.

(Sighs) 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?

(Clattering)

That ought to slow you down.

CADDY: Oh, shit.

(Bird Squawks)

MARY: 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!

(Grunts)

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.

(Knife Whooshes)

BILLY: Hey, this is
great stuff, Mary.

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.

DRIFTER: Will you stop
rolling around on the ground

and get the bikes?!

(Gunfire)

Shit.

(Ding)

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!

(Gunshot Echoes)

Mary, on your nine.

(Engines Start)

JACK: What happened
back there?

Why is Mary trying to kill us?

DRIFTER: She's
having a tantrum.

JACK: Put the
hammer down, man.

She can't catch us.

I modified her boosters.

(Cylinder Rolls)

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!

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

Can't have you following
me, fender bunny.

(Radio Playing Ballad)

♪ 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... ♪

MAN: Mr. Sterling, sir.

I'll be with you in a minute.

(Man Groans)

♪ Ah, so handsome ♪

(Gunshot)

- * Gentle and sweet *
- (Chuckles)

♪ Knocks me off my feet ♪

♪ Every time I see him ♪

- (Groans)
- * Handsome ♪

Sir, Mr. - (Groans)

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.
- (Telephone Rings)

God.

- Excuse me a minute.
- (Ring)

(Groans)

(Whines)

STERLING: Yes, Catherine?

Tell me our progress.

STERLING: Well, we hit a snag.

Mary Death showed up
and ruined our plan.

Now the bounty killers are
headed for the Council.

CATHERINE: This is disturbing
news, Mr. Sterling.

The board is losing their
patience with you.

(Elliott Groaning)

What is that horrible noise?

(Groans Stop)

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.

(Whines, Beeps)

(Sighs)

We gotta get back to it,
act like nothing happened

and keep the killing alive.

DRIFTER: I'll understand
if you want to quit.

JACK: 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.

DRIFTER: 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.

JACK: 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.

(Drums Playing)

(Whooping And Yelling)

Is that Mocha Sujata?

That's the gypsy queen.

They say every outsider
who sees her gets killed.

DRIFTER: 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.

DRIFTER: We're trying
to find San Dalloosa.

I hear it's bingo night.

(Whooping)

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.

(Whooping)

She escaped to look for you.

She mentioned the name Drifter.

(Sighs)

Well, maybe she was a fan.

(Chuckles) - Ponka!

(Laughter)

(Groans)

Well, that might
get you somewhere.

(Chuckles)

(Groans)

(Whooping)

Now...

where are you hiding the girl?

Fuck off.

(Groans) Fuck!

Aah! Why?

(Whooping)

Where's Nuri?

No more games.

You know where this
Nuri chick is?

Can I suggest you start

(Whooping)

Where is she?

- Yeah!
- (Cheering)

JACK: I hate gypsies.

(Spits)

Yeah. Me, too, kid.

- (Grunts)
- 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?

(Groans)

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.

(Sighs)

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.

JACK: You love her, don't you?

Don't you?

Shit!

♪ Now, if you got a women... ♪

WOMAN: 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? ♪

(Muffled Music Continues)

♪ Ain't that right? ♪

(Wind Whistling)

(Fading) * Ain't that right? ♪

(Gasps)

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?

(Growls) 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.

(Hisses) Get off.

(Laughs)

A lot of spunk, too.

Oh, this is gonna
be interesting.

(Screaming)

(Laughter)

Always expect the unexpected.

DRIFTER: 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.

DRIFTER: She was
a fast learner.

Anything short of perfection
wasn't good enough.

She had to be the best.

(Ding)

Humph.

- (Laughter)
- Nice.

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

Must have slipped my mind.

(Piano Playing)

(Overlapping Conversations)

(Orchestra Playing)

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

(Grunts)

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.

DRIFTER: 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.

- (Blow Lands)
- Ohh!

Shit! You cut me deep!

Mary...

you cut me deep.

(Groans)

DRIFTER: I tried
to love her, kid,

but she stabbed me in the
spleen and left me for dead.

(Scraping)

(Jack Chuckles)

JACK: Huh. You really
know your gypsies.

JACK: Can't hold their
liquor, I guess.

(Sips)

DRIFTER: Move it, kid.

Gahh.

DRIFTER: 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!

- (Whooping)
- Kill them!

(Gunshots)

Bollocks.

Oh, shit.

- Pitching wedge.
- What?

Jack, pass me the
pitching wedge!

What the hell is a
pitching wedge?

The RPG.

(Yelling)

I told you to let them escape.

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

Fall back!

(Beeping)

Oh, come on.

Shit.

(Grunting)

(Beeping)

(Screams)

(Knife Slices)

(Beeping Continues)

(Beeping Stops)

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... ♪

MARY: 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... ♪

MARY: 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?

LUCILLE: Ah, I never
was much of a dancer.

Not on my feet, anyway.

(Laughs)

You know, a strange
thing happened.

After the girls left,

this town suddenly lost
interest in being a town.

Hmm. Funny how that happens.

(Laughs)

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.

LUCILLE: 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.

MARY: 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.

(Metal Clinks)

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

Voilà.

(Sighs) 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.

- (Engine Hums)
- 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.

JACK: Think this
junker still runs?

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

JACK: Whose place
is this, anyways?

Coyote named Jimbo.

JACK: 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?

JIMBO: 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!

(Thunder Rumbling)

JIMBO: 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.

DRIFTER: 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?

(Creaks)

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.

(Jack Sighs)

(Choir Sings)

Hot damn, Drifter.

You are full of surprises.

Drifter's so full of prizes.

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

(Muttering)

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.

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

JIMBO: 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.

(Thunder Crashing)

(Grinds)

Shit.

(Screams)

(Echoing Laugh)

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.

(Laughing)

(Grinds)

Ah, damn it!

DRIFTER: Jack. Jack.

(Jack Groans)

DRIFTER: Check it out.

(Alarm Blaring)

(Alarm Stops)

(Whirring)

(Alarm Blares Once)

(Sighs)

(Gas Whooshing)

(Ding)

Okay.

(Filtered Breathing)

What is this place?

(Growls)

(Sighs) Perfect.

How much?

(Growls)

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

(Grunts)

(Alarm Blares, Air Whooshes)

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.

(Grunts)

(Alarm Blares)

What?

I told you I don't
have any money.

(Chuckles)

Thank you.

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

(Radio Playing Heavy Metal)

(Sniffs)

Whoo hoo hoo! Hoo hoo hoo!

Hot damn! I whupped
the Badlands again!

And in record time.

- Ah! Whoo! You all right?
- (Coughs)

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.

- (Bullet Ricochets)
- Aah!

(Screams)

- (Gunshots)
- (Screaming)

DRIFTER: Jack, get the guns.

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

DRIFTER: Shh. You and beer.

Shit.

Well, I'll be damned.

JACK: Who is it? Headhunters?
Gypsies? What?

Yeah, it's a gypsy, all right.

- (Bullet Ricochets)
- Shit.

It's Mary. Shit.

Okay, 600 yards.

That's what, the nine iron?

No, I had a better idea.

JACK: 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!

MARY: 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.

JACK: It's not your choice.

It's ours.

MARY: (Sighs) 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!

(Engine Revs)

(Engine Revs)

(Engine Stops)

Two weeks.

JIMBO: We missed one
hell of a party.

JACK: I only see
Council Guard.

Where are the dead guys
from the other side?

JIMBO: They must have
dragged 'em away after.

JACK: Well, who-who do
you think did this?

It was an army of Yellow Ties.

Second Sun.

That's why they
were celebrating.

DRIFTER: Mary, wait!

(Breathing Heavily)

JIMBO: Oh, man.

Oh.

DRIFTER: When I
saw my warrant,

I knew there was
something wrong.

I just had to see it for myself.

JACK: 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.

JACK: Why'd you kill 'em?

DRIFTER: 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.

(Gun Cocks)

Ah, shit.

Francis.

Hello, Catherine.

What, you know her?

CATHERINE: 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-(Laughs)

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!

(Gypsies Yelling)

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.

(Knife Stabs)

(Groans)

JACK: Stop getting shot!

Sorry to do this to you, Jimbo.

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

(Screams)

(Gasps)

Great job, Jack.

Get me bullets, guns,
whatever you got.

I'm out.

DRIFTER: Jack, I'm out.

You're doing great, kid.

JACK: Thanks!

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

JACK: Yeah.

I can get that guy.

Reload! Shit.

(Yelling)

(Laughs)

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.

- (Groans)
- I'd rather die a whore.

God.

(Tent Rustling)

JACK: No!

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

Relax. Mary, let go.

Let go. It's okay.

They're not gonna
hurt you, okay?

(Laughs) You okay?

(Gasps)

JACK: 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.

JACK: 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.

MARY: 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.

STERLING: Dude, get me down.

To catch a big shark.

(Gypsies Whooping)

I'm not telling you anything.

Jack...

you really are one
hell of a gun caddy.

(Classical Music Playing)

(Overlapping Conversations)

Welcome back.

(Conversations Inaudible)

(Conversations Resume)

What the...

CATHERINE: 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.

(Classical Music Playing)

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.

(Screaming, Gunfire)

(Classical Music Playing)

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-
- (Knock On Door)

We are in a meeting!

(Workers Screaming)

How the hell did you get in

(Dialogue Inaudible)

MARY: 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?

(Music Playing)

♪ 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 * - (Gun Clicks)

♪ 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!

(Music Fades)

Mary!

Mary!

You're welcome.

No!

Mary, wake up.

Wake up, Mary.

Please don't die.

JACK: Come on.

(Taps Metal)

(Jack Laughs)

You scared me, fender bunny.

Sometimes it pays for a
girl to be practical.

(Chuckles)

Are you hurt?

I don't know.

I can't feel anything.

How do I look?

Better than the other guy.

(Jack Laughs)

Her head is, like, just gone.

(Music Playing)

JACK: How long they
been up there?

JIMBO: Heh. Two weeks.

♪ Let's go ♪

(Engine Revs)

She still don't
sound mean enough.

Well, no wonder.

Who taught you how to
install a distributor?

JACK: 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.

JACK: 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.

- (Revs Engine)
- Hear that?

Oh, that tastes like boobies.

How's the car?

JIMBO: 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.

(Engine Idling)

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.

- (Revs Engine)
- Thought we were all going together.

(Groans)

Take care of him for me.

(Tires Skid)

DRIFTER: 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 ♪

(New Song Playing)

♪ 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.

(Laughter)

Oh, teach that psycho
bitch, you cunt.

- Back.
- (Laughter)

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

Billy Bloom.

(Laughter)

- You stole it?
- From gypsies.

Who the fuck is this?

(Laughs) - 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.

(Laughter)

Sorry. You're killing me.

- Okay. Sorry. Okay.
- Okay.

Mark.

(Metal Clatters)

I'm sorry. Can we do...

(Laughter)

Wow.

Shift, and

- (Laughter)
- And lift.

- Mmm.
- (Beep)

Oh, that tastes like a birthday.

(Beep)

Oh, that tastes
like Christmastime.

(Beep)

Oh, that tastes like boobies.

(Beep)

That tastes like a bazooka. Oh.

- (Beep)
- Oh, that tastes like a springtime meadow.

Drifter!

There, you cunt.

(Laughter)

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

(Laughter)

♪ 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 ♪