of my way, god dammit!
Miss Wakowski, Iґm sorry! Heґs in there!
Look, so is Mo!
Miss Wakoeski! What a shit!
Vernon, are you okay?
She hit me, god dammit!
Vernon!
Miss Wakowski!
Chief! Chief! Chief!
Let me go! Let me go!
Youґll be alright my man.
Chief, youґll be okay man.
Mo?
Mo?
Why do you keep away from me?
Mo?
God damn you!
Why donґt you come after me,
you fucking perv junkie?!
You scared?!
Yeah, you can feel me now, motherfucker.
Right inside your mind.
Talk to me.
"Hey baby."
Canґt we make a deal?
"A deal? You took a beating on that deal."
Iґm not the enemy. This isnґt the zone.
"She knows I got a job to do."
What Job? Whatґs your mission?
"Iґm trying to tell you Jill.
I love you Jill."
"There is a defect...in the insulation."
"Thereґs a defect. You can..you can."
You can what?
Dammit, I can what Mo?
"I love you."
I can what?
"To many."
What is your primary function?
"What is your primary function?"
Are you alive?
"Ooo we all talk the wibberly
wobberly talk."
"And we look at all the pretty girls
with wibberly wobberly eyes."
"I wanna live."
Bastard!
Fuck!
Fuck you, I know the answear!
Come on!
Jill!
Jill, jump Jill!
Jump!
Come on.
Bastard!
Fucking shoot it!
Shoot it!
Heґs gone now.
Itґs gone now.
It flies now, heґs gone now!
Itґs gone now. Itґs gone now.
"This is Angry Bob, coming at you
you loud and clear on W.A.R. Radio."
"Somewhere on your dial and
Iґm gonna wake you up!"
"We got some good news this morning
from Fairisle Electronics."
"The Defence Department has just given
them the goahead"
"to massproduce the new MARK-13 Cyborg."
"And as a result, 800 wonderful new jobs
are to be created on the main assembly line."
"So get your unemployed asses on down to
Fairisle Electronics..."
"and get yourselfґs a job, huh!"
Subtitles by Fruitbat."This is Angry Bob, the man with
the industrial dick!"
"Coming at you loud and clear
on W.A.R. Radio."
"Rise and shine folks
itґs a beautiful day."
"Just look at that sky,
itґs a work of art!"
"Nature never knew colors like that.
When you look at it, be sure to wear your shades!"
"The radiation count is way up
and the heatwave ainґt expected to let up either."
"Wheatercontrol tell us it will probably hit
110 downtown, before nightfall."
"As for the good news...
There is no fucking good news!"
"So letґs rock with one of our golden oldies..."
New York Max,
thatґs the place to make it now.
Youґre talking 9000 tons of steel, 4000 tons of
aluminium. 5-6 million miles of copperwire.
kitchen appliances, typewriters.
audio gear, tons of autoparts!
Works of art, hanging in the galleries
Just hanging there, waiting to be plucked.
Clothing, tupes, bridgework, false teeth,
prostetic limbs...
You name it, New York has got it all.
No one is going to repopulate The Big Apple,
not with the rat count the way it is.
You know, stuff is just going begging!
Salvage City, Max...Youґll love it.
Donґt call me Max.
Well, well well. Hard Mo Baxter.
Taking a little vacation?
Is this authorized?
What do you care?
Nothing that comes in here is authorized.
Oh, untrue. Iґm primarily legitimate now...
Maybe we should go elsewhere then Alvy?
No, no, wait untill I get my glasses!
Are you sure? We can go somewhere...
No, no, just wait...
That Alvy...
He kills me every time.
My back.
Christ!
Where is the little man?
Heґs indisposed...
You pushing something?
See what his shit is.
Let me see.
Where did you find it?
Glass flats, Judas sea,
looking all over.
I give you 30.
40?
50...Is that alright?
I knew youґd see it my way.
Merry Christmas.
What the fuck was that?!
A zonetripper.
Iґve seen his type...
The whole sea is full of them.
Who was that?
Someone looking for the bathroom, come on!
I put my boot in his ass
and sent him on his way.
Why donґt he piss in the street,
like everyone else?
Show me!
Where did you get this?!
Out in the zone, what do you think it is?
Probably a