Bounty Killer Page #2

I just wanted to say

I'm the best gun caddy ever.

If you would just give me

one chance to prove it.

Bloody hell, kid.

You know this knob shiner?

It's just that what

you do means so much,

and I want to be a part of it.

Ha ha ha.

Oh, you'd be better off hiring

one of these working stiffs.

Ah, he's got guts.

All right, who have you

carried guns for?

Okay, good question.

One, Black Betty,

two, Cracker Boone-

both top bounty killers.

Drifter, did you hear that?

Black Betty and Cracker Boone.

Hmm.

Good luck, kid.

Make sure to keep

a fresh mag handy,

and, um, always stay to his left.

- Yep.

- He likes that.

- [ laughs ]

- Willy.

WILLY:

All right, all right.

Don't get your tits in a twist.

Slabbing up your bodies

is always a pleasure, my darling.

The pleasure's all mine.

[ laughs ]

Bless you, love.

See you around.

Drifter...

get this mangy mutt out of here.

You know the rules.

Just go, and gas up my bike.

We have to go find Harry.

CADDY:
Yep!

Oh, my God.

Gun caddy coming through!

[ cheering ]

[ bird squawks ]

I'm all right!

- [ cheering ]

- I'm all right.

I just fell down a little bit.

MAN:
We see her, boss.

[ transmission ] You know

what to do, Mr. Gunney.

Get her to join up,

or take her out.

MAN:
Roger that.

CADDY:
Now, this snaggletoothed guy's

your informant, right?

DRIFTER:
Yeah, he's a bad guy,

but he's small-time.

He's been more valuable

to keep alive,

'cause he swims

with bigger sharks.

Two wood.

- Two wood.

CADDY:
So a small fish

to catch a big shark.

Shotgun!

So Mary said

she wouldn't go after your fish.

So you guys don't go

after each other's kills.

Yeah, but it doesn't mean

you can't make it

hard as hell for the other guy.

Now shut up,

and throw me the 12-gauge.

[ shotgun fires ]

World's greatest gun caddy, huh?

Stop asking questions,

and pay attention.

I'm sorry!

Bounty

Ah, I'm so sorry, baby.

I didn't know you couldn't handle

that much weight.

Heh.

I guess I've gotta carry

this whole relationship now.

I promise, no more attachments.

Just like mama.

Ah! [ chuckles ]

Thanks, Bob.

Whoo!

That sun is a scorcher.

Tell you what, days like today

make you really miss

that ozone layer,

if you know what I mean.

Hmm. Mary Death, right?

You want an autograph?

No, but thank you for the offer.

What's wrong with your friend?

Is he too fat to get out of the car?

Oh, Bob?

Bob's just a-

He's a little shy.

[ chuckles ]

I'm Greg Gunney,

Wasteland Resorts.

We're building a brighter future

one condo at a time.

"Stop surviving. Start living. "

It's our motto.

You were vetted by the Council?

Yes, I am.

You see, the world is evolving, Mary,

and, thanks to you,

the white collars are dwindling,

so the Council has turned

its attention to loftier goals.

Who's bankrolling you?

- I'd rather not say...

- [ ding ]

but it isn't too late to join our team.

With our resources

and your celebrity,

oh, this could be

a beautiful partnership.

If you don't want an autograph,

you need to clear out of here.

Bottom-line kind of girl.

I like that.

No, Greg,

you are really

not understanding me.

In the amount of time

we've been talking,

most women will have

already decided

whether they want to f***

or be your friend.

I'm not most women, Greg.

I just decide

whether I want to f***

or kill you.

BOB:

Forget this b*tch, Greg.

She ain't buying nothing.

You know, Bob's right.

Let's cut the foreplay.

[ screams ]

[ gags ]

You think they're gonna

choose the wasteland

over the comforts

of the old world?

[ laughs ]

[ groans ]

Greg, you're not gonna

make it much longer,

and I can make your death

a little easier for you.

Do you know where he is?

[ gags ] No.

No.

Okay, what about

his pal here, Harry?

F*** you.

- What was that, Greg?

- [ gurgles ]

You're not being very clear.

- [ groans ]

- Spit it out, Greg.

GREG:
Drip Rock.

What kind of idiot

holes up inside of his own bar?

That doesn't make any sense.

Well, being marked

by a death warrant

doesn't give a man any more sense

than he had before,

and sometimes the best place

to hide is in plain sight

where no one's looking for you.

- Well, then, let's do this.

- Oh, no, I'm going in alone.

- What do you mea-What?

- I know you heard me.

Yeah, I did hear you.

It's a terrible idea.

Listen, listen, I need you to keep

an eye on things outside,

and whatever happens,

stay outside,

and be ready to go

at a moment's notice.

Oh, like a lookout.

[ engine revving ]

Oh, this is great.

Hey, looks like you

pulled out the big guns.

Who are you tracking, Mary?

You're gonna want

to make yourself scarce, Billy.

Yeah, miss out on the action?

No way.

[ sighs ] Make it hard as hell

for the other guy.

Hey there, pretty lady.

Why don't we see what's

hiding up your little skirt?

[ clattering ]

That ought to slow you down.

CADDY:
Oh, sh*t.

[ bird squawks ]

MARY:
So is it true?

Are you Francis Gorman?

I could tell you I was innocent,

but you'd assume I'm lying.

Never trust a collar.

I taught you that.

You didn't answer my question.

Is that your mug on the warrant?

Yeah, it's me.

And Harry here,

is he your old business partner?

You kill him

so he wouldn't turn you in?

And what the f*** is Second Sun?

Second Sun?

What the hell are

you talking about?

God, they tried to kill me,

you son of a b*tch!

[ grunts ]

I didn't kill Harry.

Smell the room.

He's been dead a week.

This was a trap.

I trusted you.

I believed in you.

Mary-

Why didn't you tell me?

I was going to.

It's, uh-

It's complicated.

I'm going to the Council.

I need to speak to the Judges.

That's suicide.

No one's ever appealed

a death warrant.

The Council Guard'll

kill you at the gate.

Yeah, well, I'll deal with that

when I get there.

Then I'm going with you.

You can't do this alone.

You can't come.

I don't want you

risking your life for me.

That wasn't a request.

You're not gonna make this

easy on me, now, are you?

Now, where's the fun in that?

Get the bikes, Jack!

Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t.

[ knife whooshes ]

BILLY:

Hey, this is great stuff, Mary.

MARY:

Told you to get out of here.

Yeah, and miss

the story of my career?

Not a chance!

Been a pleasure

working with you, Billy.

DRIFTER:
Will you stop rolling

around on the ground

and get the bikes?!

[ gunfire ]

Sh*t.

[ ding ]

What the f*** was that? Mary!

You are acting like a child!

I'm going with you to the Council.

Will you stop being so stubborn?

You can't go on a kill-crazy rampage

every time you're mad at somebody!

Oh, yeah? Watch me!

[ gunshot echoes ]

Mary, on your nine.

[ engines start ]

JACK:

What happened back there?

Why is Mary trying to kill us?

DRIFTER:

She's having a tantrum.

JACK:

Put the hammer down, man.

She can't catch us.

I modified her boosters.

[ cylinder rolls ]

What happens

if she engages them?

I don't know.

Probably stall out.

That's not supposed to happen.

What are you doing?

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