Barb Wire Page #4

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.

Do you know how much they're worth?

You could get two mil...

Canadian... easy.

Enough money for Europe. You could

get an operation 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.

We'll probably only get a few seconds

of readable thought data.

Cognitive impressions, those closest

to death first. And then what's left:

memories, dreams.

-Record it.

-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.

Well, you heard what he said.

Sometimes all you get are dreams.

Every man in Steel Harbor

dreams about Barb Wire.

-I need something more conclusive...

-When did the law ever matter to you?

Miss Wire may know the whereabouts

of the retinal lenses.

-We will search her bar.

-Retinal lenses?

All of this

is over a set of Bausch and Lombs?

All of this is over capturing an enemy

of the Republic, the traitor 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?

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?

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.

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.

I wouldn't be here

if I knew you were coming.

Goddamn 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.

You gotta know, all I wanted back

in Seattle was to disappear with you.

-The war changed that.

-The war changed everything.

Good one.

I'm not surprised

you don't believe me.

The mission took months.

I thought after all that time

I was better left a part of your past.

That's why I didn't get

an invitation to your wedding?

Barb, there's more to the 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.

I was directly but unknowingly

involved in a global project,

an HIV derivative

known as Red Ribbon.

It can kill you in twelve hours.

When I learned that Topeka, Kansas,

was a lab experiment

and the Congressionals planned

to unleash it on the entire territory,

I defected to the resistance.

Axel got me 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.

The Congressionals want it back.

We have to get her to Canada

to tell the Truth Commission

there's a cure.

We have to tell the world.

We need your help.

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?

-We know that Schmitz was here.

Now, if you know where the lenses are,

for Christ's sake, name a price.

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

Sell yourself to the highest bidder?

I'm out of your price range.

-Is there another way out of here?

-Are you kidding?

The other way is covered.

Roll it, ladies.

Give me three minutes

and meet me downstairs.

-Why should we trust you?

-Maybe you shouldn't.

-Check him!

-Yes, sir.

Put his head back.

Oh god!

He doesn't have any retinals,

you morons!

Sorry about that, Charlie.

-We're not open for breakfast.

-It's legal. We have a warrant.

It's a little sticky.

-What exactly are you looking for?

-This... is a murder investigation.

It's a Congressional matter.

I can assure you, citizen,

if we discover that you're involved,

the consequences will be abrupt

and severe.

-Who are they?

-I picked them up off the boulevard.

I like a good menage

every now and then.

Go out through the back.

Scan them.

This is ridiculous.

Commence scan.

Sir, the scanner is 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've 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.

This is our ticket to Europe.

-They don't belong to us!

-Finders keepers.

I still believe

in fighting for what's right!

Cheer up, baby brother. We're rich.

You're making a mistake, Barb.

-Tell me that when we get to Paris.

-A big one!

-Charlie, you worry too much.

-It's not just about money.

I knew Charlie was still friendly

with the resistance.

But I didn't know how friendly.

-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.

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?

Don't give me that surprised look like

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

You didn't drive to 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 the 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.

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