Barb Wire Page #5

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!

You're charged with concealing

information regarding 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 wanna catch at the

old airport by the unoccupied zone.

Unoccupied zone...

Bad part of town.

I want save passage for me and Charlie

all the way through there.

That means an escort

to the old airport.

The zone can be very unpredictable,

and

the toll collector's quite difficult.

I'd have to stack

a few more men here and there...

How about... half a mil Canadian?

750 upfront.

Deal! You got the lenses?

What do I look, new?

We'll meet at the first toll entering

the zone an hour before sundown.

Cash for the lenses, right there.

You're five minutes late,

I'll sell to another buyer.

The damn screen

is not picking up his thoughts!

Colonel,

he has no visual data for that period.

Goddamn 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.

The name is Kringle.

Kris Kringle.

Merry Christmas!

-What a mess!

-Well, this mess is all yours, Curly.

The bar is 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.

Curly, relax, you're a natural.

Camille!

Well, this is it.

I'm gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss you too, Curly.

Now, take care of Camille, okay?

Yeah, all right.

I never thought I'd see the day you'd

drive away in that horrible thing.

-Where's Charlie? He should be here.

-He went to see an old friend.

-Someone named Spike.

-Spike?

Get in!

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. The plane leaves

in 90 minutes. Only you can help us.

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.

I said they're safe.

Are you coming or not?

Does the word "overkill"

mean anything to you?

-Ever driven out of 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.

Look at her, all gussied up.

-Nice jewelry, Barb.

-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, Fatso!

I told you, I had to work fast.

You got the lenses?

Nice.

-Watch them!

-What the hell 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 the star-studded

gathering going on here.

-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?

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.

Slight change of plans.

You fat son of a b*tch!

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 on the head of the doc

for turning you both over

to the Congressionals.

And not to mention the 750 000

dollar credit on the debit card.

Don't you just love it

when a plan comes together?

The face may deceive,

but the eyes never lie.

Do they, doctor 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.

And I'm sorry.

-Don't move!

-Look out, she's got a grenade!

Forward!

Hang on!

Jeez, we're gonna die!

I'll kill you! I'll break you in half!

How am I supposed to get on the plane?

If we ever get out of this alive,

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.

We cant just break through a bus!

-Does this constitute emergency?

-Yes!

Oh sh*t!

Hang on!

Where are you going?

Holy sh*t!

Wait up!

Give me your gun.

Willis, get them to the airport,

quick! I'll stall them.

-You can't.

-I'll meet you at the plane.

Goodbye, Axel.

All right, let's go!

Get going to the airport,

I'm going back. Move!

There he is. Get him!

He's over here!

Follow him!

Hold your fire!

Where are you, bastard?

Gosh!

This one makes it go up and down?

Yeah, it does.

-Which one makes it go round?

-That one right here.

How 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 enforcement.

Only U.N.

authorized and identified personnel

will be permitted past this point

but fractions

will be dealt with severely.

Damn, Willis, we gotta do something.

We'll 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.

I thought Barb Wire never took sides.

Keep it to yourself!

Last call, flight 647...

Goodbye, Axel.

Goodbye.

Willis.

Where will you go?

I hear

Paris is nice this time of the year.

I do believe I'm falling in love.

Get in line!

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