All language subtitles for Barb.Wire.1996.1080p.BluRay.x264.YIFY

Give me some more.

Come on, honey, get it all off!

Come on, make me stand
up for queen and country.

Show us what you got!

Come on, honey. Come on, all
of it. Yeah, there you go.

All of it. Come on.
And the rest!

Ah, come on, babe.

If one more person
calls me "babe"...

Mr. Santo, the package has arrived.

My special order?

Under lock and key.

What about the new dancer?

Who?

The blonde with the guns.

Ah, if she's more
to your pleasing...

It's her first night, and I haven't
had a chance to feel her out.

But I'm sure you'll be very
pleased with the special order.

She is 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.

Oh.

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. Santo.

Shit. Come on.

Go!

What are you doing?
Ever see Batman?

No, I can't.

Shut up.

God damn 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.

Mind scan
up on screen one, Colonel.

Image is present.

Image is recording.

Citizen, 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
Dr. Corrina Devonshire?

She's going to Steel
Harbor, the free city.

Can you tell me why Cora
D's 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.

I'm coming.

William Krebs.

How are they getting her
into the city?

She's had plastic surgery.

Her face has 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.

Subject terminated.

Put him on.

Colonel Pryzer,

any word yet on our
traitorous doctor, Cora D?

I'm not gonna pander
to that mythic-name bullshit.

Well, Dr. Devonshire still poses
quite a problem to the Congressionals.

Her escape could jeopardize our
strongest defensive action yet.

I'm fully aware
of that, citizen.

Dr. Devonshire was privy
to some of the most

sensitive military secrets of
the Congressional Republic.

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, citizen.

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.

Dr. 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'll meet him later.

Hurry.

I said get to the back
of the line.

Gentlemen,
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, be polite.

Excuse me, Curly.

Hey, hey, hey.

I'm still waiting
to hear from Miss Wire.

I conveyed your offer to her.

$1,500 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 is not
good enough for her?

I will make my offer in person.

If I were you
I wouldn't do that.

Why?

Miss Wire's private
secretary, Camille, here,

doesn't have you in her
appointment book,

and she can be very mean.

You see?

Time for a couple
of dedications.

To Bobby from Carlene, "The tests
came back and everything is cool."

And from Samantha to Kyle, "You
thieving, murderous bastard.

"If I ever see you again, I'll rip out
your eyes and pluck off your ears."

Damn, but that don't just
tug 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.

Ah.

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?

Oh, 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.

Evening, Officer.

You got your ID?
Yes, sir. Right here.

Something feels wrong.

This is making me very nervous.

Look, we just stick
with the plan, okay?

Change of plans. Let's go.

Run! Get out of here!

Go!

We got 'em.

Hold your fire!

Oh, shit. Damn!

Find 'em now!

I'm 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...

Just keep Charlie out
from under the tables.

It's embarrassing.

I will.

East sector is
clear. Is there anyone in the west?

It's all clear here.

We're moving to
the next sector. Over.

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 got to do
what a girl's got to do.

And in this world, you got
to use everything you got.

Hey, handsome,
want some company?

Are 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 want to play.

Well, I like to play rough.

Me, too.

Hey, nice nuts.

Get a life.

Apartment 472. One guest.

Apartment 472. One guest.

Retinal scan verified.

Ruben Tenenbaum. 10811.

How romantic.

Ooh. I have an idea.

Why don't you go change into
something a little 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.

Oops.

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."

God damn 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.

Ten thousand... No.

The price went up
for this one, Schmitz.

We had an agreement.

You told me Krebs
was alone and unarmed.

He wasn't.

Sorry.

How could I know that?

Bounty hunting is an ugly,
unpredictable business.

Barb, you of all people
should know that.

How much?

Twenty thousand.

Canadian.

Oh, Miss Wire.

I do believe that
I'm being extorted here.

And as a duly authorized
officer of the court,

I must protest.

Look at it this way, Schmitz.

Alive, Krebs represents your
investment in his bail bond.

Dead, he's toxic waste.

Twenty thousand. Canadian. Now.

It's a pleasure doing
business with you, Barb.

If it was a pleasure,
Schmitz, I'd charge more.

Everything go okay?

Candy from a baby.

Pay the help, for God's sakes.

Please, not in public.

Excuse me, Miss Wire.

Hi, hi. Uh...

I'm going back to the front lines
tomorrow and I was wondering...

You look beautiful.

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.

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. 57239.

Ben Jones, eh?

Arrest him.

Hey, come on!

Good luck, soldier.

Next.

Hey!

Retinal scan verified.

Arrest her.

Willis, what the hell's going on?

Barb, how lovely to see you.

What gives?

It's a messy business
tonight, Miss Wire.

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.

And 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.

I didn't know
you were open for lunch.

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 very profitable.

So what's with the
bullshit arrests this time?

You sold half those fake
Congressional IDs yourself.

Moi? Bullshit arrests?

Two of my men are dead.

Now, granted, they were
homicidal thugs,

but nevertheless,
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.

Mmm. Of course not.

Oh, that's sexual
harassment, Chief.

Listen, Barbara Kopetski,

we could play this little
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 could make it
worth their while.

Goodbye, Willis.

Okay.

By the way, Barb,

we're expecting some
distinguished visitors tomorrow.

A Congressional delegation
out of Washington,

including First Directorate
Colonel Victor Pryzer.

Thought I might bring 'em
by the Hammerhead.

Their money will be welcome.

You don't know Victor Pryzer.

Oh, speaking of money, Barb,

I don't have to make anymore arrests
tonight for, say, the usual $3,000.

Fifteen hundred.

Fifteen hundred.

Ah! I think I better go down
and start checking some more IDs.

Twenty-five hundred.

Two grand.

Darling.

Thirty bucks for the cognac.

Add it to my tab, Miss Kopetski.

Boom, boom, boom.

Miss Kopetski died in the war.

I'm Barb Wire.

Cigarettes and a drink
and I'll be fine.

Give me a goddamn drink!

You, you or you,

just give me my drink.

Sir, we're not open yet.

I think you've had
enough already.

Ah, blow me.

Camille, package check.

Get her off! Get her off of me!

That's Camille. She works here.

Camille, sit.

Now, you don't want to
see her roll over, do you?

No, no, no, no.

Good. Camille, outside.

Have a nice day.

Yes, ma'am.

Joe, see if you can get
some food down Charlie's neck.

Good luck.

Oh, Willis, what's
with the monkey suit?

You know how uniforms
impress the Congressionals.

The Delegation arrived
this morning.

Look lively, Barb. 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, Curly.

We don't want any of
our excitable customers

from the United Front
trying to get even.

I think you'll find
our guests from Washington

command a bit more
respect than that, Barb.

I think you're confusing
respect with fear.

Speak of the devil.

They are punctual,
I'll give 'em 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 hell-hole 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, well, needless to say,

we had intended to have
both, Krebs and Cora D,

extradited and sent
to Washington by now.

However, due to circumstances
outside of our control...

Listen. Carefully.

...there's been a slight
change of plans here.

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,

and I'm here to tell you,
it only feels that way.

So sit back and enjoy
someone or something

illicit if you can get it,
and listen to the music.

Gentlemen, the steaks
are excellent tonight.

Ah, 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 that you used
to fight with the Resistance.

You shouldn't believe
everything you hear.

I'm neutral. I'm a
businesswoman, Colonel.

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 of the more
disenchanted members of the citizenry.

Do I look disenchanted to you?

I'm sure that
your business dealings

bring you in contact
with all levels of society.

I thought you were
getting to the point.

Her name is
Dr. Corrina Devonshire,

but you may have
heard of her as Cora D.

One of those overly
romanticized Resistance names.

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.

Well, I guess 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. Here you are, sir.

Act natural? That's
easier said than done.

Yeah, two beers, buddy.

I was looking for
Barb or Charlie Kopetski.

Charlie's down there.

The Congressionals.

They have my photographs.

Let's hope Resistance are here.

They must be looking
everywhere for you.

Well, 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 battlefield.

Surprised to see me?

Do I look surprised?

Guess you didn't hear.

A Congressional smart grenade.

It followed me all
the way to my foxhole.

I thought I 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's
gonna be such a good idea.

She took Seattle a hell
of a lot harder than I did.

I need her help, Charlie.

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.

There he is.

Too late.

Three,

two...

Hello, Barb.

...one.

You all right?

Okay, I guess I deserved that.

Get out.

Look, I need your help.
Rot in hell.

Yes, I will. But I need your help first.

I remember when you
believed in something.

I remember how I felt,

like I was kicked
in the stomach.

I'm looking for a man named Krebs
and I've got 24 hours to find him.

I don't even know how I feel.

Actually, I don't feel
much of anything anymore.

Will you just trust me, please?

Trust you? Like I did in Seattle?

What happened in Seattle
is not what you think.

I never wanted to hurt you.

And now's not
the time to explain.

Well, you're three years late, Axel.

Get out and don't come back!

Your check, sir.

Such blatant
disregard for money.

Thank you for your
hospitality, Citizen Wire.

I do hope you'll
think about our offer.

I'm thinking about it.

I knew it. I know I
shouldn't have come here.

That woman's in love with you.

Cora, there's quite a lot
of things I need to tell you.

Well, I hope it's not too late.

Axel, over here.

Charlie?

I can help.

The blind leading the blind.

Go to the old factory district.

There's a place called
Steel Harbor Metalworks.

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.

It doesn't matter who I am,
but this is Cora D.

Scan 'em.

Retinal scan verified.

Dr. Corrina Devonshire, 44791.

Cora D, I admire you.

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 VA hospital.

The Congressionals took
the lenses? They did this?

No, the Congressionals are still
looking for Krebs. We know that for sure.

Willis and the local cops
don't know squat either.

Everybody's chasing their tail.

So who's got the
contact lenses now?

Word on the street is that
Krebs was turned over

to a bail bondsman
named Schmitz.

Schmitz was aiming to turn
Krebs over to the Congressionals

for the million-dollar bounty.

Then he got wise to the lenses.

Those lenses are worth maybe
two million on the black market.

Without them,
there's absolutely no way

that I'll be able to get past
the retinal scanner checkpoint

and get on that plane.

Now what are we waiting for?
Let's get Schmitz.

It's not that easy, Doc.
We can't find him anywhere.

That plane for Canada
leaves in 24 hours.

There must be somebody
that can help us out.

There's only one person in Steel Harbor
that has connections on all sides.

If anybody would know
where Schmitz, she would.

Trouble is, she won't help nobody for
free and we're a little low on cash.

You know I do. Honey,
don't make me say it.

Okay, I love you. Bye.

What are you two laughing at?

Who was that? Your mother.

Three.

How many?

Put that down!

How many more? Give me two.

Your bet, Moe.

Yeah, I'll bet, when I
get ready. You just wait.

What the hell! What's going on?

Attention!

I don't know how you do
things in Washington, Colonel,

but I do make the occasional
arrest without slaughter.

You incompetent...

We needed to make
an interrogation.

Sorry, sir. They resisted.

Any of these men Schmitz?

Nope.

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, Barb.

Don't drink when
you want to forget.

I'll be there. I promise.

Let's go!

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 got to get out of here.

You guys got to get
out of here. Go, go, go!

That's it. Come on, 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 that.

I don't take sides.

Exactly. You deal
with everybody.

I got something to deal.

What? You can't sell
Krebs on your own?

It's not about Krebs anymore.

It's about retinal
contact lenses.

They're smuggled in
from Germany.

You put these in your eyes, you
can get through any retinal scanner,

Congressional or U N.

I was gonna sell 'em,
but my buyer fell through.

Krebs was Resistance.

Those belong to his friends.

Do yourself a favor. Just give
'em 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. You
know how much they're worth?

You could get two mill
Canadian, easy.

That's enough money
to get to Europe.

You could get one of those neuro-electrical
operations 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, but
we'll probably only get a few seconds

of readable thought
data, Colonel.

Cognitive impressions, usually
those closest to death first,

and then what's left,
memories, dreams.

Record it.

Yes, 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.

Yeah, well, you heard
what he said.

Sometimes all you get
are dreams.

Well, every man in Steel
Harbor dreams about Barb Wire.

I need something more conclusive
than a bunch of blurry images...

When did the real law
ever matter to you?

Miss Wire may know the whereabouts
of the retinal contact lenses.

We will search her bar.

Retinal lenses?

All of this is over a set
of Bausch + Lombs?

All of this is over
capturing an enemy of the Republic,

a traitor named 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?

Mmm-hmm.

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?

Hey, 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.

And 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.

Oh, I wouldn't be here
if I knew you were coming.

Oh, God damn 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.

And, Barb, you've got to know,
all I ever wanted back in Seattle

was to disappear with you
and never look back.

The war changed that.

The war changed everything.

Good one.

I'm not surprised
you don't believe me.

But, listen, the mission took months
and I just thought after all that time,

I was just better left
a part of your past.

Oh, so that's why I didn't get
an invitation to your wedding?

Barb, there's more to this
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.

Now, I was directly
but unknowingly involved

in a globally
catastrophic project.

An H IV derivative
known as "Red Ribbon."

It can kill you in 12 hours.

When I learned that Topeka,
Kansas, was a lab experiment,

and that the
Congressionals planned

to unleash Red Ribbon on
the entire free territories,

I defected to the Resistance.

It was Axel that helped me
get 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.

And the Congressionals
want it back.

We have to get her to Canada,
to tell the Truce Commission

there's a cure to the
Congressional's deadly epidemic.

We have to tell the world.

Now, we need your help, Barb.
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?

Look, we know that Schmitz
was here last night.

Now, if you know
where the lenses are...

For Christ's sake,
will you just name a price!

That's what you do, isn't it?

Sell yourself
to the highest bidder?

I'm out of your price range.

Go!

Is there another way
out of here?

Are you kidding? They'll
have every exit covered.

Go in, laddies!

Give me three minutes
and meet me downstairs.

Why should we trust you?

Maybe you shouldn't.

Check him. Yes, sir.

Hey! Head back.

He doesn't have any
retinas, you morons!

Sorry about that, Charlie.

We're not open for breakfast.

It's all very legal.
We have a warrant.

It's a little sticky.

What exactly are you
looking for, Willis?

This is a murder investigation.

It's a Congressional matter.
I can assure you, citizen,

that if we discover
that you're involved,

the consequences
will be abrupt and severe.

Who are they?

I picked them up
on the boulevard.

I like a good m�nage
every now and then.

Go out through the back.

Scan 'em.

This is ridiculous.

Commence scan.

Malfunction, malfunction.

Malfunction, malfunction.

Sir, the scanner's 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 have 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.

Not so fast. This is
our ticket to Europe.

Hey, they don't belong to us.

Finders keepers.

Hey, I still believe in
fighting for what's right.

Oh, cheer up, baby brother. We're rich.

You're making a mistake, Barb.

Tell me that when
we get to Paris.

A big one.

Oh, Charlie, you worry too much.

It's not just about
money, you know.

I knew Charlie was still
friendly with the Resistance,

but I didn't know how friendly.

What's the purpose?

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.

Ooh, 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?

Oh, now don't give me
that surprised look.

Like you don't know
what I'm talking about.

You didn't drive all the way
through the heart of 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 their 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.

Yeah, well, 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! Hey!

You are charged with
concealing information

regarding the whereabouts of
certain pair of 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 want to catch.

It's at the old airport, on the
other side of the unoccupied zone.

Ooh, unoccupied zone.

Bad part of town.

I want safe passage for me and Charlie
all the way through the unoccupied zone.

That means an escort all
the way to the old airport.

The zone can be
very unpredictable

and the toll collectors
quite difficult.

I'd have to staff
a few more men here, there.

How about half a mill, Canadian?

750, up front.

Deal. You got the lenses?

What do I look, new?

I'll meet you at the first toll
entering the unoccupied zone

an hour before sundown.

Cash for the lenses,
right there.

You're five minutes late,
I sell to another buyer.

What's wrong
with the damn screen?

It's not picking up
his thoughts.

Apparently, Colonel,

he has no visual data for that period.

God damn it.
Where are the lenses?

Speak now, man,

or suffer at your leisure.

The Easter Bunny took them.

I'll talk. I'll talk.

This guy has them.

What guy?

He's fat, wears a red suit.

White beard.

Name's Kringle.

Kris Kringle.

Merry Christmas!

He was trying
to give me just $50.

What a mess.

Well, this mess
is all yours, Curly.

The bar's 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.

Oh, Curly, relax.
You're a natural.

Camille.

Well, this is it.

I'm gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss you too, Curly.

And take care of Camille, okay?

Yeah, right.

I never thought
I would see the day

you'd drive away
in that horrible thing.

Where's Charlie? He's
supposed to be here.

He told me he had to go and
see an old friend of his.

Someone named Spike.

Spike?

Get in.

Oh, no!

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. That
plane leaves in 90 minutes.

You're the only one
who can help us now.

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.

Let's have them.

I said they're safe.

Are you coming or not?

Rocket launcher is armed.

Does the word "overkill"
mean anything to you?

Have you ever tried
to drive into 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.

Whoo, look at her!
All gussied up.

Ooh, nice jewelry, Barb.

You 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, Big Fatso.

I told you, I had to work fast.

You got the lenses?

Nice.

Hey, watch 'em.

What the hell do 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 a star-studded
gathering going on right here, now.

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?

That's 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.

Oh, ho, ho.
Slight change in plans.

You fat son of a bitch.

Cover her!

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 a million dollars bounty
on the head of the good doctor

for turning you both
over to the Congressionals.

And not to mention the $750,000
credit on the debit card.

Don't you just love it
when a plan comes together?

The face may deceive, but
the eyes, they never lie.

Do they, Dr. 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.

I'm sorry.

Don't move!

Look out! She's got a grenade!

Take cover!

Floor it!

Hang on.

Oh, jeez, we're gonna die.

Oh, God!

Goddamn you, Willis,
I'll break you in half.

How am I supposed to
get on the plane now?

If we ever get out of this
alive, Barb, 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.

Here they come!

That's a bus. We can't
just break through a bus.

Does this constitute
an emergency?

Yes.

Oh, shit!

Hang on.

Oh! What are you doing?

Holy shit!

Hey, wait up!

Give me your gun.

Willis, get 'em to the
airport. Quick. I'll stall 'em.

No, Barb, you can't.

I'll meet you
at the plane. I promise.

Goodbye, Axel.

All right, let's go!

Take Cora to the airport.
I'm going back. Go!

There he is. Get him!

Let's go.

He's over here.
All right, let's go.

Follow him!

Hold your fire!

Where are you, you bastard?

Is this one that makes
it go up and down?

Yeah. Yeah, it does.

Which one makes it go around?

This one right here.

What 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.

Only UN authorized
and identified personnel

will be permitted
past this point.

Infractions will be
dealt with severely.

Damn, Willis, we've got to do something.

We could 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.

So, I thought Barb Wire
never took sides.

Keep it to yourself.

Last call, Flight 647.

Goodbye, Axel.

Goodbye.

Willis.

Where will you go?

Well, I hear Paris is
nice this time of year.

I do believe
I'm falling in love.

Get in line.