Mad Max 3 Beyond Thunderdome

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- Bull's-eye!

- You bet, Dad!

You go straight home.

Okay!

Bombs away!

JEDEDIAH:

Sayonara, sucker!

WATERSELLER:

No preservatives, just pure water!

WATERSELLER:

Cool, clear water.

Step up, schmuck, get some dealing done.

H20, that's my go.

Don't you understand? This is water.

You can't live without it.

What's a little fallout, huh?

Have a nice day!

COLLECTOR:

You get a sack of grain...

...or a woman for two hours.

COLLECTOR:
What are you trading?

MAX:
I'm looking for someone.

COLLECTOR:

Are you trading or not?

He had a team of camels.

COLLECTOR:
People come here to trade,

make a little profit, do some business.

If you've nothing to trade,

you've no business here.

An hour inside.

- Next!

- I got skills I can trade.

Sorry. The brothel's full.

One hour.

- And if you find him?

- I'll ask him to return what's mine.

And he'll be desperate

to clear his conscience.

He will be.

You're that good?

Perhaps you have something to trade

after all.

Keep talking.

24 hours of your life.

In return,

you'll get back what was stolen.

Sounds like a bargain.

It's not. Let's talk.

Come inside.

COLLECTOR:
Leave your weapons here.

It's the law.

DR. DEALGOOD:
Remember, this is the

vehicle that sent Detroit broke.

MAX:

Where did you get these animals?

DR. DEALGOOD:
The glorious dromedary.

The ship of the desert.

They've got independent suspension,

power steering and no emission control.

Ride them away now.

(SAXOPHONE PLAYS)

(SAXOPHONE PLAYS)

COLLECTOR:

A warrior, Aunty.

COLLECTOR:
Lost everything.

Looking for a deal.

But he's just a raggedy man.

He's quick.

Ironbar...

...can he do it?

Maybe.

AUNTY:

What did you do before this?

I was a cop, a driver.

But how the world turns.

One day cock of the walk,

next, a feather duster.

Play something tragic, Ton Ton.

Do you know who I was?

Nobody.

Except on the day after,

I was still alive.

This nobody had a chance to be somebody.

So much for history. Anyway...

Water? Fruit?

Congratulations. You're the first

to survive the audition.

Drink.

It's okay.

AUNTY:

Come with me.

AUNTY:

Look around. All this I built.

Up to my armpits in blood and sh*t.

Where there was desert,

now there's a town.

Where there was robbery,

there's trade.

Where there was despair,

now there's hope.

It's civilization.

I'll do anything to protect it.

Today it's necessary to kill a man.

What do you say?

What do you pay?

I'll re-equip you...

Vehicles, animals. Fuel, if you want.

It's a generous offer.

Why me? You've got warriors,

weapons. Give the order.

We are dealing with subtleties here.

This is no enemy.

It's almost family.

I see, real civilized.

The reasons don't concern you,

just the conditions. Deal?

First, no one knows

you're working for Aunty.

You hit him, you go.

Second, it's a fair fight.

And third, it's to the death.

Who's the bunny?

It's called Underworld.

It's where Bartertown gets its energy.

Oil, natural gas?

AUNTY:

Pigs.

MAX:

Pigs like those?

- Bullshit.

- Pigshit.

Pigshit. The lights,

the motors, the vehicles...

...all run by a high-powered gas

called methane.

Methane comes from pigshit.

Have a look.

Tell me what you see.

MAX:
I see a big guy

giving a little guy a piggyback.

AUNTY:

MasterBlaster. They're a unit.

They even share the same name.

COLLECTOR:
The little one is called

Master. He's the brains.

He runs Underworld.

COLLECTOR:
The other one is Blaster.

He's the muscle.

Together they can be very powerful.

They are also arrogant.

We want to keep the brain,

dump the body.

He's big. Is he good?

He can beat most men with his breath.

I want a closer look at him.

How do I get in there?

- It's a factory. Ask for work.

- I know nothing about methane.

You can shovel sh*t, can't you?

Hey, you!

MAX:

Let's talk!

Here, free man, come help a convict.

You don't want to end up like me.

MAX:

How long are you in for?

The big one. Life.

For killing a pig?

PIGKILLER:

I had to feed the kids.

Doesn't worry me. Down here

life's two, three years.

MASTER:

Where is that bum mechanic Blackfinger?

BLACKFINGER:

We got a real problem.

Twelve pounds of dynamite set to blow.

You expert! Disarm!

Right.

It's a class job. One mistake,

it'll blow the crap out of this place.

- Literally.

- Think what to do!

Now...the dynamite is connected

to the timing device...

...which is connected to the switch,

which I can't find...

...which is connected to the...

...battery.

- I'll disconnect the battery!

- I wouldn't do that.

MASTER:

Who you?

- Me Max.

- You smart.

That's my vehicle.

Disarm!

How much?

No trade. Do!

Fetch!

Me order. Me Master!

Me run Bartertown!

That's why you live in sh*t.

Not sh*t! Energy!

Call it what you like,

it still smells like sh*t.

Not sh*t! Energy!

No energy, no town!

Me King Arab!

Sure. Me, fairy princess.

Embargo, on!

MASTER:

Embargo on! Main valve off!

Four, three, two...

(AUNTY OVER SPEAKER)

For God's sake, what now?

Who run Bartertown?

Damn it!

I told you, no more embargos.

More, Blaster.

Who run Bartertown?

(MASTER OVER SPEAKER)

Who run Bartertown?

You know who.

Say.

MasterBlaster.

Say loud.

MasterBlaster.

(MASTER OVER SPEAKER)

MasterBlaster what?

(AUNTY OVER SPEAKER)

MasterBlaster runs Bartertown.

(MASTER OVER SPEAKER)

Louder!

MasterBlaster runs Bartertown.

Lift embargo.

You want foot in face?

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