Bounty Killer Page #3

- 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.

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