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You got your Med-Reg?

Full medical, checked yesterday.

-How much is this gonna cost me?

-That depends on how you wanna play.

-I like to play rough.

-Me too.

Hey, nice nuts!

Get a life!

Apartment four, seven, two...

One guest.

Retinal scan verified:

Ruben Tannenbaum,

one, zero, eight, one, one.

How romantic!

I have an idea.

Why don't you go change

into something more comfortable?

How about

something a little less comfortable?

I can hardly wait.

Bingo! Mr. Krebs.

Did you wash your hands?

No.

I was bad.

I'm so glad to hear that.

Now, close your eyes and turn around.

What the hell?

I wouldn't do that

if I were you, Krebs.

Come on, move your ass!

Sh*t!

Go ahead, go!

-You're not going soft on me, are you?

-Okay.

You can have him.

Good.

You're my last bail jumper, Krebs.

Wake up, sunshine.

-Please don't kill me.

-That was nice kicking.

You really know your stuff, babe.

What did you call me?

Don't call me babe!

Goddamn it!

Ah, Mr. Krebs.

It's a pleasure to see you.

You know,

we were getting very concerned.

And Barb...

it's a pleasure to see you too.

You're looking

rather buoyant this evening.

Shut up! My fee?

-10 000...

-No!

The price went up for this one,

Schmitz.

-We had an agreement.

-You told me he was alone and unarmed.

-He wasn't.

-Sorry.

How could I know that? Bounty hunting

is an ugly, unpredictable business.

You of all people should know that.

How much?

20 000.

Canadian.

Miss Wire.

I do believe

that I'm being extorted here!

As a duly authorized officer

of the court, I must protest!

Look at it this way, Schmitz:

Alive, Krebs represents

your investment in this bail bond.

Dead, he's toxic waste.

20 000,

Canadian, now!

It's a pleasure

doing business with you, Barb.

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

-Everything go okay?

-Candy from a baby.

-Pay the help, for God's sake.

-Please, not in public.

Excuse me, Miss Wire? I...I...

I'm going back

to the front lines tomorrow,

and I was wondering...

You look beautiful. Would...

Would you dance with me?

Come on, Barb, give him a thrill.

Come on.

I can't believe, I'm actually dancing

with the Barb Wire!

Where are you from, soldier?

Steamboat Springs, Colorado,

or what's left of it.

Did you hear, the Congressionals

just took over Denver?

No, I didn't.

Do you have a girl back home?

Yeah.

-Do you miss her?

-Yes, ma'am, every day.

I tell you what:
close your eyes

and let's pretend

she's right here in your arms.

Yes, ma'am.

Everyone, stay where you are!

This is the police.

Willis,

Steel Harbor's Chief of Police.

He was a drunk with sticky fingers.

But at least, he was honest.

He admitted,

he was a liar and a thief.

-Check his ID.

-Yes, sir.

Retinal scan verified:

Lawrence Crabtree,

five, seven, two, three, nine.

Ben Jones, eh?

Arrest him.

Good luck, soldier.

-Next.

-Right, get over.

- Retinal scan verified: Martha Berg.

-Arrest her.

-Willis, what the hell is going on?

-Barb, how lovely to see you.

What gives?

It's a messy business tonight.

Most unpleasant:
a rather spectacular

double homicide in the old harbor.

-So?

-So, we're checking a few IDs.

We have reason to believe, this

might have been resistance-related.

As your bar is non-discriminating

to this town's more nefarious side...

-How long is this gonna take?

-Everything's negotiable.

-Curly...

-Music!

You really upgraded this place

from what it was, Barb.

I like the new sound system.

Sounds expensive.

-I've been saving my lunch money.

-Didn't know you opened for lunch.

Now, a little gun running here,

some bail jumping there,

the occasional midnight detonation:

Those are the kind of jobs

that pay for new toys.

-I don't moonlight.

-I do.

-It's profitable.

-What's with the bullshit arrests?

You sold half those

Congressional IDs yourself.

Moi? Bullshit arrests?

Two of my men are dead.

Now granted, they were

homicidal thugs, but they were my men.

What makes you think

resistance was involved?

Why? Do you have any

other information I should know about?

Of course not.

Of course not.

That's sexual harassment, Chief.

Listen, Barbara Kopetsky,

we can play this

cat and mouse game all night long.

But I have

more important things on my mind.

Now, where the hell is William Krebs?

Never heard of him.

Why are your men watching him?

That's classified police business.

I can tell you he was resistance

and the Congressionals have

a million dollar bounty on his head.

So if someone knew where Krebs was,

I can make it worth their while.

Goodbye, Willis.

Okay.

By the way, we're expecting

some distinguished visitors tomorrow.

A Congressional delegation

out of Washington

including First Directorate,

Colonel Victor Pryzer.

-Might bring them by the Hammerhead.

-Their money will be welcome.

You don't know Victor Pryzer.

Speaking of money, I don't have to

make more arrests for the usual 3000.

1500...

I better go downstairs

checking some more IDs.

-Two grand.

-Darling.

-30 bucks for the cognac.

-Add it to my tab, Miss Kopetski.

Miss Kopetski died in the war.

I'm Barb Wire.

Some cigarettes and a drink,

then I'll be fine.

Give me a goddamn drink!

You, you or you!

Just give me my drink!

-Sir, we're not open yet.

-You've had enough already.

Blow me!

Camille... package check.

Get her off of me!

That's Camille. She works here.

Camille, sit.

-You don't wanna see her roll over.

-No, no, no.

Good. Camille, outside.

-Have a nice day.

-Yes, ma'am.

Willis, what's with the monkey suit?

You know how uniforms

impress the Congressionals.

The delegation arrived this morning.

Look lively.

They could be here any minute.

Excuse me, Barb.

-My table?

-Best in the house, as you requested.

Just keep them away

from the weapons check.

We don't want our customers from

the United Front trying to get even.

I think you'll find our guests

from Washington command more respect.

You're confusing respect with fear.

Speak of the devil.

They are punctual,

I'll give them that.

You'll join us for a drink later.

On my tab, of course.

Fat chance!

Colonel Pryzer. Alexander Willis,

Director of Police Operations.

Welcome to Steel Harbor.

Wipe that smile off your face, Willis.

This burnt-out hellhole is

the last place on earth I want to be!

If it wasn't

for your almost complete incompetence,

I wouldn't be here in the first place,

would I?

Yes. Needless to say,

we had intended to have both Krebs

and Cora D. sent to Washington by now.

However, due to circumstances

outside of our control...

Listen... carefully!

If Cora D. escapes,

I will personally

rip your heart out of your ass

and stuff it back down your throat!

That's not very sanitary.

Baby, you tell me it's late, but

I tell you, it only feels that way.

So sit back and enjoy someone or

something elicit, if you can get it,

and listen to the music.

Gentlemen,

the steaks are excellent tonight.

Colonel Pryzer, allow me to introduce

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