Barb Wire Page #3

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 you used to fight

with the resistance?

Shouldn't believe everything you hear.

-I'm neutral. I'm a business woman.

-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 more disenchanted members.

Do I look disenchanted to you?

Your business dealings bring you

in contact with all levels of society.

I thought

you were getting to the point.

Her name is doctor Corrina Devonshire.

You may have heard of her as Cora D.

One of those

overly romanticized resistance names.

It 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.

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... There you are, sir.

Act natural?

That's easier said than done.

Two beers, buddy. I'm looking

for a Barb or Charlie Kopetski.

Barb is out there.

The Congressionals!

-They have my photographs.

-Let's hope resistance are here.

-They are looking everywhere for you.

-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 battle fields.

Surprised to see me?

Do I look surprised?

Guess you didn't hear.

A Congressional smart grenade.

It followed me to my foxhole.

I thought I'd 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

is such a good idea.

She took Seattle

a hell of a lot harder than I did.

I need her help. 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.

Too late.

Three,

-Two...

-Hello, Barb.

One!

-Okay, I guess I deserved that.

-Get out!

-I need your help.

-Rot in hell!

I remember

when you believed in something.

I remember how it felt,

like I was kicked in the stomach.

I've got 24 hours

to find a man named Krebs.

I don't know how I feel.

I don't feel much of anything anymore.

-Will you just trust me please?

-Like I did in Seattle?

What happened there isn't what

you think. I never wanted to hurt you.

-Now is not the time to explain.

-You're three years late.

Get out and don't come back!

Your check, sir.

Such blatant disregard for money.

Thank you for your hospitality.

And I do hope

you'll think about our offer.

I'm thinking about it.

I knew I shouldn't have come here.

That woman's in love with you.

There's a lot of things

I need to tell you.

-I hope it's sooner than later.

-Axel, over here!

Charlie.

I can help.

The blind leading the blind.

Go to the old factory district to a

place called Steel Harbor Metal House.

It's a front for the resistance.

There's a stairway in the back,

near the loading dock.

Watch yourself.

Sh*t!

Who are you?

Charlie Kopetski sent us.

Doesn't matter who I am

but this is Cora D.

Scan her.

Retinal scan verified:

doctor Corrina Devonshire,

four, four, seven, nine, one.

Cora D., I'm honored.

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 V.A. hospital.

-The Congressionals took the lenses?

-No.

They're still looking for Krebs,

we know that.

Willis and the cops don't know squat.

Everybody's chasing their tail.

Who's got the contact lenses now?

Word on the street is Krebs was turned

over to a bail bondsman named Schmitz.

Schmitz was aiming to turn Krebs over

to the Congressionals for the bounty.

-But then they got wise to the lenses.

-They are worth two million.

Without them I won't be able to get

past the scan and get on that plane.

-Let's not wait. Let's get Schmitz!

-It's not that easy, doc.

-We can't find him.

-The plane leaves in 24 hours.

Somebody must help us.

Only one person at Steel Harbor

has connections on all sides.

If anyone would know

where Schmitz is, she would.

The trouble is,

she won't help nobody for free

and we're a little low on cash.

You know I do, Connie.

Don't make me say it.

I love you. Bye.

-What are you two laughing at?

-Who was that?

-Your mother.

-Give me three.

How many?

Put that down!

-How many more?

-Give me two.

-Your bet, Moe.

-I'll bet, when I get ready.

Just wait.

Ten-hut!

Don't know how you do things

in Washington,

but I do make the occasional arrest

without slaughter.

You incompetent.

We needed to make an interrogation.

Sorry, sir, they resisted.

Is any of these men Schmitz?

No.

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.

Don't drink when you want to forget.

I'll be there.

I promise.

Let's move!

-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 gotta get out of here.

You guys gotta get out of here!

Go! Go! Go!

That's it. 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.

-I don't take sides.

Exactly... You deal with everybody.

-I got something to deal.

-You can't sell Krebs on your own?

It's not about Krebs anymore.

It's about retinal contact lenses.

Smuggled in from Germany.

You put these in your eyes,

you get through any retinal scanner.

Congressional or U.N.

I was gonna sell them

but my buyer fell through.

Krebs was resistance.

Those belonged to his friends.

Do yourself a favor:

Just give them back

and say you're sorry.

Goddamn it Barb, I can't.

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