Barb Wire

Give me more!

Come on, honey, get it all off!

Come on, let me stand up

for queen and country.

Come on, show us what you got!

Come on, honey, all of it!

There you go, all of it!

And the dress!

Come on, babe!

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

Mr. Santos, your package has arrived.

-My special order?

-Under lock and key.

-What about the new dancer?

-Who?

The blonde with the guns.

If she's more to your pleasing,

it's her first night, and I

haven't had a chance to feel her out.

But you'll be very pleased

with the special order.

She's as tender as Tuscan veal.

How's the crowd, honey?

Wet!

-Come again?

-She's Chinese.

Very well done.

They loved you.

I'd like to talk to you...

about coming back.

In my office.

I'll be waiting for you.

Sure thing, big boy.

What are you doing here?

Looking for a light.

Got one?

I don't smoke.

Neither do I.

Who are you?

I'm the one who's getting you

out of here. Trust me.

-Right this way, Mr. Santos.

-Sh*t! Come on.

Go!

Minka.

-What are you doing?

-Ever seen "Batman"?

No, I can't.

No!

No!

Shut up!

Goddamn it!

Here's your little pride and joy.

Thank you.

Thank you

from the bottom of our hearts.

We thought

we'd never see our little girl again.

Thank you.

Cut the sh*t! Where's my money?

Honey, pay this woman.

I'm afraid

there's been a slight problem.

I could only come up

with half the money.

Half the money?

-Fine... I'll take half your daughter.

-Wait.

I'm sure, we can negotiate something.

The car plus the cash...

Not a bad night's work.

It was the middle

of the second American Civil War.

The world had gone to hell.

The year was 2017,

the worst year of my life.

There was only one free city:

And that's where I lived

for three years... port Steel Harbor.

What a shithole!

Why don't we start again?

From the beginning.

I told you...

I told you everything I know.

I told you.

Line's cleared up on screen one,

Colonel.

Image is present.

Image is recording.

Citizen, I... I abhor torture.

But your words

just don't match your thoughts.

There are too many details

that you're just not sharing.

Our little mind-reading device

doesn't lie.

Reset sensors.

Now,

where's doctor Corrina Devonshire?

No! No!

She's going to Steel Harbor,

the free city.

Can you tell me,

why Cora D. is going to Steel Harbor?

She's meeting

members of the resistance.

They're giving her the retinal lenses.

Helping her out of the country.

To Canada.

She's with a freedom fighter...

named Axel.

Who has the retinal lenses now?

Krebs.

William Krebs.

How are they

getting her into the city?

She's had plastic surgery.

Her face is changed.

You won't recognize her.

-You'll never find her.

-You're so beautiful.

I'm sorry.

Colonel Pryzer,

Executive Council on line two.

Tell him to hold.

Put him on.

Colonel Pryzer... any word yet

on our traitorous doctor, Cora D.?

I'm not gonna pander

to that mythic name bullshit.

Doctor Devonshire still poses

quite a problem to the Congressionals.

Her escape may jeopardize

our strongest defensive action yet.

I'm fully aware of that, citizen.

Doctor Devonshire was privy to some of

the most sensitive military secrets.

Her DNA holds the antidote

to our greatest biochemical weapon.

She must be captured alive

at any cost.

I'll take care of your problem.

I'll get my hands dirty for you again.

I wouldn't be cleaning up your mess

if youd stopped her from escaping

Washington in the first place.

Well, I...

I had no direct knowledge

of that operation.

Of course, it was a vital part

of our contract to...

Save it for the U.N.

Doctor Corrina Devonshire, Cora D.,

whatever she calls herself,

it really doesn't matter...

She belongs to me.

She's connecting

with a resistance contact named Krebs.

He has the lenses

and will be helping her

leave the Congressional territories.

They're meeting in the free city,

Steel Harbor.

I'll contact

their local authorities immediately.

You see, I do my homework, citizen.

It's them. Let's go.

-Which one of you is Krebs?

-We meet him later.

Hurry.

I said, get to the back of the line!

-I'll take those weapons.

-Don't lose the clip.

Don't worry about it.

Dry martinis and a Cuban cigar.

You got it.

Bubbly on the house!

Please, leave it out.

Excuse me. Curly!

I'm still waiting

to hear from Miss Wire.

I conveyed your offer to her.

1500 Dollars to chop off

the legs of your ex-partner.

You must be joking.

Naturally she declined.

Miss Wire doesn't accept

this kind of job.

Please!

What?

My money's not good enough for her?

I will make my offer in person!

-If I were you, I wouldn't do that.

-Why?

Her private secretary Camille doesn't

have you in her appointment book.

-And she can be very mean.

-Let me through.

-You see?

- Time for a couple of dedications.

To Bobby from Colleen... The test

came back and everything's cool.

And from Samantha to Cal...

"You thieving murderous bastard!

If I ever see you again, I'll rip out

your eyes and pluck off your ears."

Damn, if that just don't thug

at my heart strings.

Now, here's a little rhythm

for you heartsick boys and girls.

Chanel No. 5. Am I correct?

Yes, you are.

When I smelled it,

I thought to myself...

"Charlie, now this is obviously

a woman of significant breeding."

And then I thought...

"I wonder if she'd like to do some?"

Breeding, that is. What do you

think about that, sweetheart?

Who are you talking to?

Some chick.

Where's your mercurial sister?

Why don't you try the office?

And when you see her,

tell her I only had two.

Okay, whatever you say, Charlie.

That's my boy.

Goddamn. Customs police.

Stay put. We'll handle this.

Where's your ID?

-Something feels wrong.

-This is making me very nervous.

Look,

we just stick with the plan, okay?

Change of plans! Let's go!

Sh*t!

Find them now!

Sorry, boss. Is this a good moment

to talk about the payroll?

-No.

-Tonight's fan mail.

Three offers

to sell black market dollars...

Another offer to buy the bar...

An urgent request

to contact the resistance,

and a badly-scented proposal

of marriage.

No more valentines, Curly.

Oh, it's awful.

Look, boss, I hate

to keep bringing this up, I really do.

But tomorrow's payday.

What am I going to use for money,

a smile?

Relax, Curly, I got it covered.

-Are we going out?

-For a while.

Just how far out are we going to go?

I want to get some air.

But I thought

you got some air last night?

That didn't happen.

This isn't happening either.

Anybody asks,

I'm taking a bubble bath.

Barb, I just don't like...

Keep Charlie out from

under the tables. It's embarrassing.

I will.

Sweet dreams.

Okay. Okay, let's go.

Now what?

We find Krebs.

Any bright ideas how?

Just one.

I had to do a little moonlighting

to keep my bar running.

Not an easy life. A girl's gotta do

what a girl's gotta do.

And in this world

you gotta use everything you got.

Hey, handsome, you want some company?

You a cop?

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