Bounty Killer Page #6

Exactly.

Honey, you are

smarter than you look.

It's a shame we didn't meet

under different circumstances.

We might have gotten along.

If circumstances

were different,

you would already be dead.

Maybe.

Or maybe not.

Get your damn hands off her!

Hey!

Button your lip, short dick.

The boss doesn't like it

when people interrupt her.

I got you covered, Catherine.

Raah!

Gypsies!

[ gypsies yelling ]

You need to get out of here.

And where's the fun in that?

I didn't think they'd follow me

across the Badlands.

They're here for me,

aren't they?

Come on, listen.

We can let 'em kill each other,

and I can get you out of here.

No. This ends right here,

all of it.

[ knife stabs ]

[ groans ]

JACK:
Stop getting shot!

Sorry to do this to you, Jimbo.

But it's better than you

getting shot a third time.

[ screams ]

[ gasps ]

Great job, Jack.

Get me bullets, guns,

whatever you got.

I'm out.

DRIFTER:
Jack, I'm out.

You're doing great, kid.

JACK:
Thanks!

Just stay by my left,

and we'll get through this.

JACK:
Yeah.

I can get that guy.

Reload! Sh*t.

[ yelling ]

[ laughs ]

No!

Living among the outsiders

has made you weak.

You used to be great.

That's why the king picked you.

He actually thought

you were better than me.

They all did.

Now that my king

will be avenged,

I'll return with your head

and show them all

why I've always been the true queen.

And this is how you die...

as a whore for the Council.

- [ groans ]

- I'd rather die a whore.

God.

[ tent rustling ]

JACK:
No!

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stop! Stop!

Relax. Mary, let go.

Let go. It's okay.

They're not gonna

hurt you, okay?

[ laughs ] You okay?

[ gasps ]

JACK:
Oh.

These guys

actually aren't all that bad,

especially since you killed their queen.

They're like-

Where's Drifter?

He's gone.

They, uh-

They took him.

Uh, I didn't stay with him...

like I promised.

I didn't either.

I never do.

He protects me,

and all I ever do is let him down.

JACK:

Hey, no, no, no, no.

It's gonna be okay.

- No.

- We're gonna be okay.

We're gonna go save him.

Oh, really?

How? You and me

against whatever the f***

Second Sun has waiting for us?

We would need an entire army.

No, listen, you don't understand.

It's over, Jack, okay?

I couldn't even handle

a small band of Yellow Ties,

'cause I'm too busy

in my own f***ing world

just being distracted and-

- Sorry.

It's just that you need

to shut up, okay?

You killed their queen.

This is your army.

MARY:
Jack...

where do we go?

We have no idea

where Second Sun is.

Uh, well...

I caught a small fish.

You did what?

I caught a small fish.

Come here.

STERLING:

Dude, get me down.

To catch a big shark.

[ gypsies whooping ]

I'm not telling you anything.

Jack...

you really are

one hell of a gun caddy.

[ classical music playing ]

[ overlapping conversations ]

Welcome back.

[ conversations inaudible ]

[ conversations resume ]

What the...

CATHERINE:

You're confused.

You have a slight concussion,

but you'll survive.

Where am I?

We're in your new office.

Cigar?

I rolled them myself.

I remember

how much you liked them

on our honeymoon in Havana.

F*** you, Catherine.

Maybe later.

I'll cut to the chase.

That stack of papers

on your desk is a contract.

Should you choose to sign it,

you'll be reinstated as CEO

of Gorman Enterprises.

I'll have a controlling interest,

but you'll be the face

of the company.

You just issued a death warrant for me,

and now you want to-

I never intended

to kill you, Francis.

The Council, yes.

That tart, Mary Death, obviously...

but never you.

Mm-mm. No.

I have much bigger plans for you...

for us.

What the f***

are you talking about?

Don't you see?

The apocalypse was

the greatest business opportunity

that's ever come our way.

It was the ultimate bankruptcy,

a clean slate, and now with

no government to stand in our way,

there's no unions,

no minimum wage and no taxes.

It's pure capitalism.

We won't just corner

the free market, Francis.

We'll own it.

That's not capitalism, Catherine.

It's the wacked-out ramblings

of a woman

who's lost her bloody mind.

I've lost my mind?

You're the one riding around

with a bag of guns

playing vigilante cowboy.

Although, actually I must

thank you for that.

You see,

you and your little girlfriend

were out there

eliminating our competition,

so, in the end, your efforts

simply sped up our schedule.

Run this company with me,

Francis.

It's the only thing

you've ever been good at.

[ classical music playing ]

Are you coming on to me?

Is that what this is all about?

You know, 'cause I'm not adverse

to a quick romp on the desk

if that's what you're saying.

[ screaming, gunfire ]

[ classical music playing ]

I don't want to f*** you, Francis.

I just want you

to build this empire with me.

I want you to lead our army

as we set out to conquer the world,

as our brand warrior and CE-

- [ knock on door ]

We are in a meeting!

[ workers screaming ]

How the hell did you get in-

[ dialogue inaudible ]

MARY:

You talk too much.

Now, I would have said,

"Meeting's adjourned. "

You clean up nice.

You look like sh*t, fender bunny.

You got a gun for me?

Nope, but I do.

Good to see you, kid.

You guys gonna keep smooching,

or you want to go

shoot some people?

[ music playing ]

Well, I heard and I've been told

Of the things that you could do

Well, that you think nobody else

Can do half as good as you

Uhh

I heard

that you shake that thing well

- Jack, I'm out.

- Just want to know

Are you ready?

Are you ready?

Are you ready?

Ohh

- [ gun clicks ]

Let's get on with it

Let's get on with it

Let's get on with it

Let's get on with it

Let your tears fall in line

Well, why don't you

just let 'em fly?

Baby, just 'em fly

Come on

Hit it now

All right

You looking good, woman

That's it, sugar

Whaah

It's all right tonight

Yes

Lookit here

Reload!

[ music fades ]

Mary!

Mary!

You're welcome.

No!

Mary, wake up.

Wake up, Mary.

Please don't die.

JACK:
Come on.

[ taps metal ]

[ Jack laughs ]

You scared me, fender bunny.

Sometimes it pays

for a girl to be practical.

[ chuckles ]

Are you hurt?

I don't know.

I can't feel anything.

How do I look?

Better than the other guy.

[ Jack laughs ]

Her head is, like, just gone.

[ music playing ]

JACK:

How long they been up there?

JIMBO:

Heh. Two weeks.

Let's go

[ engine revs ]

She still don't sound mean enough.

Well, no wonder.

Who taught you

how to install a distributor?

JACK:
I bolted it on.

Takes more than

just bolting it on, lug-head.

You gotta retard

the sparks four degrees.

Otherwise, it throws the timing off.

JACK:
I think you're

just making words up.

You saved me from them gypsies.

That's a deed

that shouldn't go unrecognized.

This is your last beer.

It's your last beer now.

Thanks, Jimbo.

- [ revs engine ]

- Hear that?

Oh, that tastes like boobies.

How's the car?

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