Bounty Killer Page #5

It's yours now.

Damn, Drifter.

What do you say?

I say load up the guns,

and pack the biscuits, boys.

We are going

on a bona fide adventure.

This guy's, uh, sweaty.

DRIFTER:
What the f*** did you

put in that sh*t, anyway?

JIMBO:
Now, don't you be railing

on Gunther's recipe.

I told him not to drink it.

I hope he don't go blind

and his pecker don't fall off.

[ thunder crashing ]

[ grinds ]

Sh*t.

[ screams ]

[ echoing laugh ]

You're a scout.

Why are the gypsies

in the Badlands?

F*** you, bounty killer.

Tell me how to get out of here.

Why are the gypsies

in the Badlands?

They're looking for you, Nuri.

[ laughing ]

[ grinds ]

Ah, damn it!

DRIFTER:
Jack. Jack.

[ Jack groans ]

DRIFTER:
Check it out.

[ alarm blaring ]

[ alarm stops ]

[ whirring ]

[ alarm blares once ]

[ sighs ]

[ gas whooshing ]

[ ding ]

Okay.

[ filtered breathing ]

What is this place?

[ growls ]

[ sighs ] Perfect.

How much?

[ growls ]

Okay, look. I don't-I don't have

any money on me right now.

Um, but if we could work out a deal

or something, I could-

[ grunts ]

[ alarm blares, air whooshes ]

No. Look, I-I can't go

back out there, sir.

I'm asking you to help me.

I can't go back out there

without a map.

I don't know my way

through the Badlands.

I need you to help me.

You obviously know what you're doing.

Look, you make maps.

We'll work something out.

If you-Hello?

Look at me!

Please.

I need your help.

[ grunts ]

[ alarm blares ]

What?

I told you

I don't have any money.

[ chuckles ]

Thank you.

You don't by chance happen

to have a map to the Council, do you?

[ radio playing heavy metal ]

[ sniffs ]

Whoo hoo hoo!

Hoo hoo hoo!

Hot damn! I whupped

the Badlands again!

And in record time.

Ah! Whoo! You all right?

- [ coughs ]

You all right?

Check your eyeballs.

Check your eyeballs.

You're all right.

Ah hoo hoo hoo!

Hell, yeah.

Up yours, Badlands.

This calls for a celebration.

Ah! Now I can die a happy man.

- [ bullet ricochets ]

- Aah!

[ screams ]

- [ gunshots ]

- [ screaming ]

DRIFTER:

Jack, get the guns.

Just go around and get

the rest of the six-pack.

DRIFTER:

Shh. You and beer.

Sh*t.

Well, I'll be damned.

JACK:
Who is it? Headhunters?

Gypsies? What?

Yeah, it's a gypsy, all right.

- [ bullet ricochets ]

- Sh*t.

It's Mary. Sh*t.

Okay, 600 yards.

That's what, the nine iron?

No, I had a better idea.

JACK:
What you doing?

Drifter, she's gonna

take you down.

Oh, what are you doing?

Mary! I'm done running.

I'm not gonna

fight you anymore.

Are you gonna

come down here and talk,

or you just gonna

keep knocking dirt on my boots?

Hey, sorry about your car.

I didn't know.

I just crossed a few-

Ack!

Hey, hey, take it easy, man.

Jimbo, what did I say would

happen if I ever saw you again?

You ain't still raw

about that Texas job, are you?

Listen, your beef's with me.

Leave him out of this.

And you are a dead man.

Oh, just stop it.

Just stop it.

I am sick of all the guns

and the Badlands

and gypsies trying to eat us!

MARY:

You were captured by gypsies?

Yes, we were

captured by gypsies,

and they tortured the hell

out of this guy,

and he never gave you up.

'Cause you know why?

For some f***ed-up reason,

he loves you.

And she could have shot you,

like, a million times

and she didn't,

'cause she loves you.

So can you quit

acting like children?

Please?

Thank you.

We hired Jimbo

to take us to the Council

so Drifter can talk to the Judges.

You'll never get past

the Council Guard.

I told you that.

He's gonna do this his way, okay?

After everything

he's done for the people,

he's earned the right

to face the Judges.

And you're welcome

to come with us.

What?

Listen, I'm the one

with the bounty on my head.

There's no reason for any of you

to get mixed up in my mess.

JACK:

It's not your choice.

It's ours.

MARY:
[ sighs ]

How you gonna find it?

Here.

All right. If we're gonna

see this through to the end,

we're gonna take it

the whole way.

And I promise you

everything'll make sense

when we get to the Council.

I'll follow you as far

as the Council building,

and when they find you guilty,

it's gonna be me

who puts a bullet in your head.

Sounds like a play.

It's better than your stupid knife

in my spleen.

That's not funny.

Yeah, it's kind of funny.

Let's do this!

[ engine revs ]

[ engine revs ]

[ engine stops ]

Two weeks.

JIMBO:

We missed one hell of a party.

JACK:

I only see Council Guard.

Where are the dead guys

from the other side?

JIMBO:
They must have

dragged 'em away after.

JACK:
Well, who-who do

you think did this?

It was an army of Yellow Ties.

Second Sun.

That's why they were celebrating.

DRIFTER:

Mary, wait!

[ breathing heavily ]

JIMBO:
Oh, man.

Oh.

DRIFTER:

When I saw my warrant,

I knew there was

something wrong.

I just had to see it for myself.

JACK:

How'd you know?

The Council already

knew about my past.

It didn't make any sense for them

to issue a warrant after all these years.

You knew the Judges?

Yeah, they tracked me down

after the last

of the great cities burned.

By the time they found me,

I'd already killed

two of my old business partners.

JACK:

Why'd you kill 'em?

DRIFTER:

My company built planes,

and after the crash,

my partners betrayed me

and sold out

to the corporate militias.

They took over my plant and started

building bombers for the war.

Whenever I heard news

of a city being annihilated,

I knew the plane

that delivered the bombs

likely had my name on it.

The Council offered me

a position as the tenth Judge.

They needed someone on the inside

who knew all the players,

but I refused.

I spent enough time

behind a desk.

I needed to get my hands dirty.

So I became the first bounty killer.

It's all over.

The Council's dead.

People's hope will die with them.

No, it's not all over.

We've still got

one more job to do.

The Second Sun.

[ gun c*cks ]

Ah, sh*t.

Francis.

Hello, Catherine.

What, you know her?

CATHERINE:
It's a shame you

didn't stick around

to watch your company

fulfill its potential

when we merged with Second Sun.

Oh, I've been watching you

for some time and hunting you.

And I am sorry about putting

the bounty on your head.

It wasn't very nice, I know,

but it was necessary.

Oh, you're not sorry.

You'd stab

your own mother in the back

to increase your bottom line.

Or husband.

Ex-husband.

Are you disturbed

by the fact that every woman

you've ever been involved with

wants to kill you?

Yeah, well,

I try not to think about it.

Dick-head.

You should have told me.

Oh.

So you're Francis' new little whore.

Mary Death,

everyone's favorite bounty killer.

You know, I had other plans,

but seeing you here today,

well-[ laughs ]

That changes everything.

I'll blame the death

of the Council on you.

The people will lose their faith

in bounty killers.

The system crumbles,

and then-

Second Sun moves in

promising a better life.

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