Mad Max

This is a routine pursuit.

Main Force repeats,

this is a routine pursuit. Code 44.

Listen, you tell 'em we need some help.

This should be an open-code blitz

and you know it.

You have your information.

Come on, sweetheart,

this one's a heavyweight!

Main Force repeats,

you have your information.

This is a routine pursuit.

Please report to Big Bopper.

March Hare to Big Bopper.

Assist on Code 3 red alert.

Big Bopper. Gotcha, Hare.

What's going down?

-We've got a cop-killer.

-You're kidding!

Be warned, Sarse...

...this is non-compliance.

The Main Force will not tolerate

such action.

This pursuit is designated

a standard Code 44.

Please respond only to that code.

Code 44 indicates no requirement

for a blockade.

A Pursuit Special has been stolen.

Hall Captain Fifi Macaffee

doesn't like this any more than you.

However, we must not compromise

territorial range.

Remember that

only by following instructions...

...can we hope to maintain

a successful highway program.

March Hare to Big Bopper.

We're three minutes off the intersection.

Can you make it?

We'll make it! Move over!

I'm driving!

Not this again! I've been assigned!

Wait a second, you son of a b*tch.

I'm supposed to drive this heap!

Where do you get off, huh?

Where do you get off?.

Hey, Sarse, what's the form on this guy?

A weirdo bike jockey.

A few hours ago, down in Sun City,

he goes berserk.

Breaks custody, wastes a rookie

and takes off in a Pursuit Special.

We've been on him ever since.

This one's as flaky as they come.

I've seen the style before.

It's terminal psychotic.

What's he driving?

That's what hurts. It's one of our V8s.

Pursuit Special on methane. Super hot!

We're about half a mile off Anarchy Road.

You'll see him any minute now.

I'll take the guts out of him.

Give it to me, Jesus!

See him yet?

Got it!

I'm gonna blow him away!

I'm gonna ram him!

I'm gonna go right through

the passenger door.

I'm gonna ram him!

Hey, fellas, you okay?

Acknowledge, Big Bopper.

Acknowledge, are you okay?

Do you see me, Toecutter?

Do you see me, man?

Keep going, we're okay.

We got you, we're going.

Born with a steering wheel in his hand...

...and lead in his foot.

I am the Nightrider...

...cruising at the speed of fright!

I am the Nightrider,

and I ain't never coming back!

I'm a fuel-injected suicide machine!

Do you hear me, pigs?

Do you hear me, Bronze?

I think we're still mobile.

For Christ's sake, shove over!

You're blaspheming again.

I don't have to work with a blasphemer.

Big Bopper to March Hare.

We're still in the game, okay?

Understand this.

That Scag and his floozy...

...they're gonna die!

Code 44, standard pursuit. Please respond.

MFP to Gosling One.

Come on, Goose, where are you?

It was like slow motion.

He leaves his seat

and goes through the windshield...

...headfirst straight into the tree, right?

And then bounces back

through the windshield.

By the time we got to him,

he was just sitting there...

...trying to scream with his face ripped off.

What's the matter?

Not hungry anymore.

Give it here.

I'll tell you what....

Christ, they're heading for population!

What's this I hear about you and Jonathan?

What about him?

You were seen with him two nights ago.

So what?

It's this way.

He's gone.

Bastard!

Oh, sh*t!

You're gonna get it this time.

-He had his indicator on.

-Shut up!

No, you're not going on. Stay off the road!

Of course, I'm going on. Shut up!

People's lives are in peril!

What are you doing? You gone nuts?

I'm gonna have him!

Stay off the road!

I got him! Shut up! Stay on him!

Great! Down in one.

I am ready.

I am ready for your best.

Oh, my God, what happened?

I don't know, man. I just got here myself.

Main Force Patrol...

...we're out of the game...

...unable to continue pursuit.

You'd better send a meat truck.

Charlie's been hurt bad.

Hey, Max?

Can you hear me, Max?

Go ahead.

We are 100 percent snafued.

You okay, Goose?

Nothing a year in the tropics wouldn't fix.

Much damage?

You should see the damage, Bronze!

Metal damage...

...brain damage, huh?

You listening, Bronze?

I am the Nightrider!

I'm a fuel-injected suicide machine.

I am a rocker! I am a roller!

I am an out-of-controller!

I am a Nightrider, baby...

...and it's me and my Marmaduke,

and we ain't never coming back.

The Toecutter...

...he knows who I am.

I am the Nightrider!

I am the chosen one,

the mighty hand of vengeance...

...sent down to strike the unroadworthy!

I'm hotter than a rolling dice.

Step right up, chum, and watch the kid...

...lay down a rubber road right to freedom!

What's wrong, baby?

-Tell me what's wrong!

-Nothing.

It's going.

There'll be nothing left. It's all gone.

Stop!

That feels good.

After three days, that feels so good.

I got a right hook in the mouth

this morning.

Sprog?

I told him to always lead with his left.

You know, I think we've got

a monster on our hands.

Yeah, takes after his old man.

What's that?

Monster!

Montazano, who called himself

the Nightrider...

...had broken from custody

and escaped in the police vehicle.

You made the news again.

Who was he?

I don't know.

Just another glory roader, I guess.

Jessie, I told you.

The Goose wants me there early.

What for, he didn't say.

You know the Goose.

Coffee's ready.

I'm not grumpy.

Get out of here.

Okay.

I gotta go.

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