Wasteland Cop (2026) Movie Script
(Digital Rumble and Clicking)
(Foreboding Techno Music Plays)
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(Determined Techno Music Plays)
(Car Engine Rumbles)
(Laser Techno Whooshes)
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(Laser Techno Whooshes)
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(Laser Techno Whooshes)
(Car Engine Rumbles)
(Gunshot)
(Gunshot)
(Car Engine Rumbles)
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(Determined Techno Music Fades)
(Wind Blowing)
(Ominous Music Plays)
(Techno Clicking)
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What's this?
Give it to me.
That bag is full of crap.
This is the real prize
those bandits were after.
I don't know what it is.
Found it.
They look valuable.
So I kept it.
I was going to try and sell it.
You've been hanging around too
many sweet junkies
if you think that's the way to go
about making coin.
Yeah. For maybe my wife and
I can move away from fucking bigger town.
- She know about it?
- No.
Supposed to be some kind of surprise.
Where was it?
Did you find it on the ground
or of some dead guy's body?
Because it makes a big difference.
I found out on some dead guy shit,
but I didn't kill him.
He's been dead a while.
Marshal:
Where was it?
It was in some sort of Raider camp.
So some guy not you
shot these bandits, didn't
didn't loot their bodies and left this
very valuable thing behind.
Look,
I know how this looks.
(Ominous Music Plays)
Oh, shit.
Shit.
(Ominous Music Continues)
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(Ominous Music Fades)
Gungnir: Enough.
You might want to try some burn cream
instead of all those injections.
Gungnir:
I find your insolence unamused.
Just trying to help.
I am Gungnir The Blighted, I've killed
stronger men for less.
Never heard of you.
Gungnir:
You know why I'm here? Cop.
Just hand it over and I'll be on my way.
Maybe I see you have one just like mine.
So maybe I can ask you
a few questions first.
Gungnir:
I answer to no-one.
But out of respect for a man of the law.
I'll give you one chance to hand it over.
Well, as a man of the law,
I can't just give it to you unless you
maybe tell me what it is
and why you want it so bad.
Gungnir:
I owe you no such explanation.
You give me what is mine or die.
Why? Using words like that, just
might justify force.
Might you just calm it down a bit?
Gungnir: You had your chance
law man.
(Saw Rumbling)
(Man Screaming)
(Gungnir Grunting)
(Gungnir Roaring)
(Ominous Music Plays)
(Car Rumbling)
(Car Rumbling)
(Ominous Music Continues)
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(Car Rumbling)
(Ominous Music Fades)
Ranger:
Marshal, Halder's wife
Sarah is down in the lobby waiting.
(Fan Rumbling)
(Indistinct Chatter)
(Indistinct Chatter)
Marshal:
Are you, uhh Mrs.
Halder?
- Yes.
- I'm the Marshal.
Sorry about what happened.
Thank you, Marshal.
We'll get you a stuff and
get you out of here in a minute.
But I got to ask you one question.
Sure.
What was he into?
What do you mean?
What kind of things did he do
to get by that pissed off
some really bad people?
He was a scavenger.
He was a trader at Beggar Town.
Antisocial.
He had no friends.
(Glass Clanking)
That's it.
Nothing else.
That's more than one question.
Have a nice day, miss.
Oh wait. Was this all he had,
or was there something else?
Something else? Like...
- What?
- Nothing.
Are you sure?
Are you sure?
Positive.
Then we're done.
(Footsteps Departing)
(Happy Techno Music Plays)
Marshal:
You enjoying yourself?
Detective:
Very much.
Thank you for asking.
What's up?
It's a couple of things
I want you to look into.
It's what I do.
First Halder's wife, Sarah.
She's been acting kind of suspicious.
I want you to check that out.
Second, it's a guy that
calls himself a Gungnir.
The Blighted.
Blighted? That's a good one.
He's covered in burns, big guy.
Shouldn't be too hard to find.
And he's also trying
to make a name for himself
so he ain't no wallflower.
I'll get to it.
Constable: I don't think
Halder scavenged the device.
I think it was brought in by a
tech runner from the Outer Waste.
So I sent some feelers out.
Well done.
Somebody wanted this pretty bad
to send a hit squad after.
Deputy: Marshal.
- Constable.
- Deputy.
Hey, boss.
What are we doing today?
Beggar Town.
Yo, Dozer!
Took care of the secondaries for you.
Inlet seals are going to shit, though.
You need to stop running that alcohol.
Why?
So you can drink it.
You know those Outlanders?
Out by Ember's Edge?
They got a whole fuel tanker.
All we need to do is show
up and arrest their asses.
Doesn't work that way, my friend.
(Techno Mystery Music Plays)
(Engine Rumbles)
But trust me, I'm
waiting for them to slip up.
(Engine Rumbles)
(Happy Pop Music Plays)
(Happy Pop Music Continues)
(Happy Pop Music Continues)
(Happy Pop Music Continues)
(Happy Pop Music Stops)
Marshal: Drebin!
(Drebin Coughing)
Seriously?
What, it's got better filtration now.
You shouldn't be drinking at all.
I am going to drink every day until I die.
And what the hell do you want?
Let's go to your office
there's something I want
you to take a look at.
(Pop Music Plays)
(Beeping)
(Pop Music Continues)
(Beeping)
Drebin: I don't know
jack shit about this thing.
Marshal:
Come on, Drebin.
You're making me look bad
in front of my friends.
Drebin:
Well, it doesn't shoot lasers
to give you a blow job,
so it's pretty worthless.
Are there any parts in there
that someone can harvest?
Drebin: I don't know how you
would do that.
It's mostly solid metal.
Can you draw power from it or use
it as a mod for something
like weapons or cars?
Drebin: Uh, possibly.
Yeah, there's rumors of drivers
down at this strip use
an obscure pre-war mod.
But you'd have to be smarter
than fuck to reverse
engineer something like this.
There's a serial number on here.
I might be able to get it open.
(Gunshots)
(Dramatic Music Plays)
(Dramatic Music Continues)
(Screaming and Radio Chatter)
Robot: Hello partner!
For your safety
and that of others
please check your firearms before
entering the establishment.
Was that thing here before?
Hey, boss.
These are fake.
Robot: (Glitching)
Before we have to catalog
these items and return them...
(Robot Speech Turns Indistinct)
(Footsteps Approach)
Marshal, better take a look at this.
One of the gunmen was carrying it.
Can we get an ID off it?
Impossible.
You can hardly even see
him from the mouth up.
(Metal Clanking)
About finished?
Yeah, I'm ready.
- I feel better.
- Good.
Got a long day.
(Determined Techno Music Plays)
Announcer:
Welcome, ladies
and scumbags to Wasteland.
Pam's Trag Draco Raceway.
(Digital Rumbling)
(Determined Techno Music Continues)
Announcer:
We've got a big event.
Roark Thunderbird faces off
against one of his oldest
rivals, Barnabas Darklarger.
Who's going to be the champion today?
Who's going to go home a loser?
Roark Thunder got a big bone
to pick with Barnabas,
and he's going to make sure
that he comes out a winner tonight.
We've got a race for the ages,
and we're about to get things going.
Get the pedals up there ready
because three, two, one.
Here we go.
You can see that these
tires are shredding.
The sand is kicking.
(Determined Techno Music Continues)
Is that a red rocket in his pocket?
No! But he's happy to hit
the nitrous
and take this thing to turbo!
He's going to go all the way.
And Roark Thunderbird is your winner.
(Determined Techno Music Fades)
Marshal: I hear you're running
some pretty high end mods.
Who says this?
Everyone knows.
What's it to you, Cop?
Well, I might like to have something
similar done to my car.
Why should I help you?
Because I'm the kind of guy
that always returns
a favor.
Show me what you got?
(Distant Drilling)
Deputy: Hey, doesn't
that look like Halder's wife to you?
It does.
But she's pregnant.
Yeah. What the fuck?
She have a twin or something?
I want to go have a little chat with her.
Yeah. Go.
Deputy:
Excuse me, miss.
Don't go anywhere.
I got a few questions for you...
I don't know anything.
Hey, law-dog!
- Wasn't me.
- Wait, just one...
Sarah: Get the fuck
away from me.
- Get your hands off my woman.
- Your lady friend here
- isn't being too cooperative.
- Is there as problem?
She committed a crime?
- Yeah, I just got...
- Tip the fuck off!
Marshal: Good.
We're good.
Halder: Come here.
Deputy: Marsh...
Marshal: Get in your car
and get out of here.
We'll talk later.
(Deputy Mumbling)
Control your deputy.
Stay out of trouble.
(Droning Music Plays)
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Gungnir.
Gungnir: Speak.
We had a cop snooping around today.
It wasn't just any cop.
It was the Marshal?
Gungnir:
The Marshal will pay
for his transgressions.
I will find him and kill him.
(Motor Rumbling)
(Droning Music Fades)
Ranger:
Marshal our detective
just gave word that he's on
his way to Don Dogs right now.
(Pop Techno Music Plays)
(Pop Techno Music Continues)
I can't believe you eat that shit.
- Delicious..
- Uh, yeah.
The creme de la creme of Beggar Town.
This place is packed during lunch time.
Yeah, sure it is.
Anyways, boss.
Word on the street is that
these guys are looking for
a moving pre-war obscure tech.
I've got some ideas
on where they may be hiding out.
Nothing conclusive.
Good shit.
What about any information on
Halder's wife, Sarah?
She covers her tracks pretty well,
but I'm good at what I do.
Check this out.
She's a Replican, wife
model, mass produced.
Made by the Daedalus Corporation.
A Replican.
That explains why she was
knocked up at Wasteland.
Pam's yesterday.
Not the same person.
Banging a Replican!
I don't even wanna know what's
gonna come out.
It should not even be allowed.
You know, I pretended
like I didn't notice her,
but my Deputy kind of fucked that up.
Anyhow?
I was able to dig up some other
photos of some Replicans.
Not much on Daedalus tho.
It seems they dabbled
in other technologies.
Not just Replicans.
We actually have one of those
working in our department.
She claimed to not remember Daedalus.
Hannah Young was her default name.
We had one of those.
Hannah's in the club last night.
Do they know what they are?
I would imagine so if they're
still working together,
even if they got their memories blank.
If that's the case, that would explain
why Halder got mixed up in this.
That's why I got busted.
There could be other kinds
of Replicans out there.
You know,
I always thought that the guy from Pullin'
Pat's Pumpin' looked exactly
like the guy, the hot dog guy
outside of the precinct.
Except for the mustache.
Those hot dogs are
pretty nasty, by the way.
Hey, that's my mechanic, Dozer.
Yeah, the Machinist Archetype.
I don't think Dozer is involved.
Yeah, but he might know
something about Daedalus.
One for the road.
Marshal: Yeah,
good luck.
Hey, you still got to do your work.
Even if you're shitting blood.
(Indistinct Chatter)
(Distant Drilling)
You want to tell me about it?
All I want is Daedalus.
Why?
Because the guys I was following
were a group of Replicans.
This has nothing to do with you.
Just help me out here.
We're program not to remember.
The wife model knew.
The name.
That's it.
It's for marketing purposes.
But there's a guy he might know.
But I'm telling you, he's
not agreeable in general.
And he's certainly not agreeable to a cop.
Oh he is going to talk to me.
The man is a big time sweet dealer.
If he was a big time sweet dealer,
we would know about it.
Radek Zadlak.
Zadlak, he ain't shit.
That's what he wants you to think.
The man's a Replican, too.
There's a group of them working together,
posing as one.
How do you know this?
And we don't.
He tried recruiting me
to fix his cars, but I don't want anything
to do with him.
(Distant Drilling)
Or any other Replican for that matter.
Fair enough.
You good?
Could use more brake pads.
I'll get someone on it.
Hmm.
This... This is your sweet
from Zadlak.
It's got some kind of a marking on it.
It's being sold street level.
Some up and comers.
Like who?
Willie Wellington
might be the easiest to track down.
And where would I find Willie?
I've got business, copper.
You know how to find that.
(Upbeat Techno Music Plays)
(Footsteps Approach)
(Knocking)
Marshal:
Police, open up!
You're going to tell me everybody
you know who sells sweet
with this logo on it.
This is some good looking sweet.
No mold on the paper or anything.
Guy 1:
Yeah, yeah, I've seen it.
Some pretty expensive shit.
It's not from around here.
Cop: You don't buy your sweet
from around here huh?
Guy 2:
What? Ohh...
No I don't even do that shit anymore.
Marshal:
Somebody's bringing it in?
Guy 1:
Sometimes.
Cop:
You're Willie Wellington, right?
Guy2: No, no, no.
(Guy Grunting)
Marshal:
Tell you what.
You give me a name,
I'll give you this.
(Upbeat Techno Music Continues)
Guy 1:
Tease man, ah.
Guy 3: I've seen a lot of
smugglers lately,
some of them probably working for Zadlak
coming out of this tech bodega
run by a woman named Sigrun.
Guy 4: Look, man, Sigrun deals
in a lot
more than just sweet. Okay?
Woman 1: It's like
old pre-war shit.
Cop:
Like tech or weapons?
Woman 2:
No idea.
I just saw him moving some crates around
and I know that shit ain't sweet.
Guy 5:
One of her customers
is this strange fucking doctor guy.
He's not like a curing
and healing kind of doctor.
He's more like a... like a pain
inflicting kind of doctor.
Detective:
That's not a doctor.
Guy 5:
He's a doctor, man.
He's got the fucking
code with the logo on it.
Guy 6:
I saw Zadlak one time,
piss drunk, covered in shit.
I go down to Jimtown about an hour later
and there he is, sober, clean.
Talking to some doctor
in this big, burnt guy.
Guy 7:
I don't know Zadlak.
I know some of the routes
the smugglers use.
Guy 8: Oh yeah. Tho...
Those are Benny's guys.
And the sweet they're dealing
come straight from Zadlak.
Guy 6: I saw him in
Jimtown clean and sober.
Guy 8: They do claim
that they're buying it
from some guys selling mining equipment
under some bridge outside the Beggar Town.
You know what that is?
Guy 9: The guy
that was selling mining shit,
he left.
Supposedly, he gets his shit from some guy
known as the Dirtbagger.
(Indistinct Radio Chatter)
Marshal:
Yes, yes, the Dirtbagger.
Yeah, yeah. No, no,
that's all right.
What the hell are you looking for?
(Indistinct Police Chatter)
Marshal: Okay, no,
you said that already.
Where did you last see him?
(Upbeat Techno Music Fades)
(Wind Blowing)
You're the one they call the Dirtbagger?
Look you're not in any kind of trouble.
I just need some information.
The intergalactic adventures of
Biff Ironsteel.
Say again.
The intergalactic adventures
of Biff Ironsteel.
Biff what?
Look, I just want information.
I'm looking for a man named Radek Zadlak.
I want to know where he is.
Zadlak?
Yeah, Radek Zadlak.
Look, man,
I don't want to have to take you
in but I will.
(Crunching)
(Slashing Stinger)
(Marshal Grunting)
(Determined Techno Music Plays)
(Whooshing and Grunting)
(Dramatic Stinger)
(Whooshing)
(Grunting)
(Determined Techno Music Fades)
(Dirtbagger Grunting)
Marshal: You see
I could have been gone
and out of here by now.
Dirtbagger:
You mother fuck...
Want some more of this?
(Dirtbagger Grunting)
Okay.
How about you play nice now?
(Dirtbagger Grunting)
(Engine Rumbling)
(Ominous Music Plays)
(Ominous Music Stops)
(Wind Blowing)
(Heavy Breathing)
Sigrun: My contacts,
they say these guys answer
to a guy named Gungnir.
I can't find nothing on this guy
except the fact that he keeps
a doctor on retainer.
But that one's on the house.
It's sold by this guy, Radek Zadlak.
I know Zadlak.
I don't think you do.
Not enough.
Nobody does.
Nobody's ever seen him.
He uses imposters.
He's been causing you and me and your cops
a lot of trouble, to say the least.
So you want to sell the sweet?
I'll keep it out of Beggar Town.
This is the point
where I say you do for me.
I do for you.
Little pre-war cliche.
I sold some tech to a couple.
Zadlak's guys a while back.
I think that may be of interest to you.
Guard 1: I heard Zadlak traded a
bunch of sweet for toilet paper.
Guard 2:
Toilet paper? What's that?
Guard 1:
It's used for wiping your ass.
It's made for it.
It's really soft.
Guard 2: That sounds better
than using coffee filters.
(Ominous Music Plays)
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Heavy Steps)
(Beeping)
Zadlak:
The intergalactic adventures
of Biff Ironsteel.
Starring Gil Majors as Biff Ironsteel.
Well, then
how much we doing today?
Oh, straight to business.
I like it.
I'm busy, but.
I can always make time for you.
Actually, it's not the sweet
that I'm here for.
(Ominous Music Continues)
That.
(Machinery Whooshing)
I'm afraid it's not for sale.
(Happy Beeping)
Well that's gonna be a problem,
because the second part of that
is you and your gang, you're going to have
to stop the sweet trade
and get out of Beggar Town
or pay the consequences.
(Low-pitched Beeping)
Consequences...
Such as?
Death or imprisonment.
(Ominous Music Plays)
Shamus!
(Low-pitched Beeping)
Shamus?
(Machinery Whooshing)
That rickety puppet
could not run a bicycle.
(Alarm Wailing)
Kill this fucking cunt,
(Blasting Whooshes)
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Electric Buzzing)
(Footsteps Approaching)
(Buzzing)
Zadlak: That old hag Sigrun
sent you here.
You actually thought
I would show in-person?
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Dramatic Stinger)
(Ominous Music Fades)
(Dog Barking)
(Static)
(Suspenseful Music Plays)
Shamus was my best one.
Had to be done.
What the shit.
What happened to my guards?
Your guards are quite agreeable.
Let's hope you're the same.
How did you find this place?
Doesn't matter. I'm here now.
Well, you just doomed
yourself by coming here.
(Evil Laughter)
Just tell me what I need to know
and I'll walk out of here
and you'll never see me again.
Yeah, right.
Then you'll just come after me later.
Oh, I totally will.
But you'll get a chance
to relocate this way.
Or I could just take you now.
You can try.
My guards will be a little less agreeable
once they see their boss being taken away.
That's just going to cause a bloodbath.
Or we could just have a conversation.
About what, may I ask?
Daedalus.
Where'd you hear that name?
A former associate of yours.
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
I know what you are.
You know what you are.
There are many of you.
Daedalus.
That's where you were born.
We...
We are programed not to remember.
Yeah, sure, but somehow you do remember.
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
I'm not supposed to remember.
But you do.
Some of it.
(Birds Chirping)
There were experiments.
They use strange artifacts
to get into our heads.
Yeah. Was it this thing?
Yeah,
that was part of it.
And that's part of the
reason that... (Gunshot)
(Suspenseful Music Fades)
(Techno Whooshing)
(Clicking)
Marshal: Is it always
break time in here?
This thing's a fucking gem.
Don't blame me if the trail goes cold.
You shot the guy.
I didn't shoot the guy.
I shot the guy that shot the guy.
Then you should have shot first.
Come on up.
Marshal: Tell me
that there's something useful
on that hard drive.
Zadlak only kept a few files on Daedelus.
Seems he didn't know too
much about it either.
Looks like he was attempting
to triangulate the location
by overlaying these satellite photos.
Marshal: He narrowed it down
to somewhere
in this valley evidently.
Detective: Yeah, but
that's still a pretty big area.
Not to mention, it's about 400 miles
east of Jimtown.
And there's no way
of finding anything else in there?
Nothing encrypted?
I thought you were like
some master hacker that could
like find shit.
Hacking nowadays mostly means
just finding the right cords.
Marshal this is my new partner.
She's been helping me out with the case.
Hannah Young.
I don't go by that name.
Yes, of course.
Anyhow, that area has never been scouted.
It's way too far.
Nobody has that kind of fuel.
We do.
Well, we do, but you can't seriously...
Shamus cam!
These? They are video files
but they're corrupt.
They don't seem to play properly.
(Keyboard Clanking)
There's the newest one.
(Ominous Screeching Music Plays)
Is that the Constable?
Detective:
It looks like it could be her.
She hasn't radioed in,
but that's not unusual.
And she's on assignment.
I haven't seen her car in the garage.
She usually comes in to refuel
at least once a day.
Yeah, but not always.
Last thing she reported she was meeting
with some tech dealer named Sigrun.
Scout: I know where that is.
We can follow up.
Do it.
Detective: Roger that.
What about you?
I'm going to the motor pool to get a shit
ton of gas cans.
(Engine Rumbles)
(Determined Techno Music Plays)
(Wings Flapping)
(Laser Blasting)
(Determined Techno Music Continues)
Gungnir:
So you've been talking to cops.
You just killed yourself.
Gungnir: Perhaps.
But my death will come
much later than yours.
Then get it over with.
(Dramatic Stinger)
(Suspenseful Music Plays)
Scout: Over here.
Detective: That's them.
Sigrun is dead. Gungnir
killed her.
Got it on security cam footage.
Happened after the
Constable left. (Static)
Any sign where she may have gone?
None. I got my partner
out there
canvasing the area right now.
I think Gungnir and his doctor
are people of interest.
Worth checking out.
Do it. Use whatever
resources you need.
Roger that.
What's your ETA back?
I'm going to be gone for a bit.
You're on your own for a while.
Roger that, boss.
Delta 1, what's your status?
You asking me?
Because you didn't say over?
Yes. You dumb shit.
Please specify if you're talking to me
or about me.
Stand by.
Hey, we got people over here.
Over.
(Static)
Looks like some.
Hippocrates and a few others.
Stand by.
(Birds Chirping)
Delta.
Delta 1, copy.
(Ominous Music Plays)
You son of a bitch.
Delta, what-where are you?
What's your status?
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Electronic Rumble)
Oh, what?
What is this place?
(Panting)
(Ominous Music Continues)
Where the hell am I?
Gungnir:
The cops are looking for you.
Cops are always looking for me.
Gungnir:
And why would that be?
L-look, you-you probably already know
there are a bunch of us.
I'm not really in the know, I.
I just kinda do what the others tell me.
Gungnir: Daedalus.
Panopticon. Diapason.
W-What?
What? What!
I don't know who those people are.
W-What is this?
Gungnir:
You know, of these things.
That sounds like pre-war stuff.
I swear.
I have no idea what any of that means.
Gungnir:
Yes, you do.
They blanked my memory.
Gungnir: The mind of a copy
contains traces
of the original
information encoded onto the template.
My associate Hippocrates, here,
is a master of extracting
such information.
(Electric Humming)
(Mouthing Please No)
(Suspenseful Music Plays)
No, please.
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
(Inaudible Chatter)
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
Deputy:
Hands up, hands fucking up.
Don't move.
Where your buddies at?
Don't-don't try anything, man!
(Lasers Blasting)
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
(Deputy Grunting)
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
Gungnir: I got what I needed
from the other one.
This one is more useful to me dead.
(Screaming Echoes)
(Suspenseful Music Stops)
(Wind Blowing)
(Ominous Music Plays)
(Ominous Music Continues)
Flamewaster: I'll step
on your ashes.
Step on your ashes.
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Ominous Music Continues)
Recording: It was subsequently
brought to the Daedalus
research panopticon. Where the
world's top
scientists were able to study it.
While its true purpose may never be known,
the Cosmic Diapason.
Flamewaster: I need
something to burn...
Something to burn...
Something to burn!
Step on your ashes.
Step on your ashes.
(Ominous Techno Music Plays)
(Flamewaster Grunts)
(Ominous Techno Music Continues)
I'll step on your ashes.
(Dramatic Droning Stinger)
Fuck!
I'll step on your ashes.
(Ominous Techno Music Stops)
(Suspenseful Music Plays)
(Man Gnarling and Suffocating)
(Creepy Heavy Breathing)
Where'd you get this car?
(Man Gnarling and Suffocating)
(Creepy Heavy Breathing)
Hey, you listening to me?
I'm talking to you.
Where the fuck did you get this car?
(Engine Rumbling Aggressively)
Hey, hey, listen.
(Engine Rumbling Aggressively)
(Engine Rumbling Aggressively)
(Engine Rumbling Aggressively)
(Gunshots)
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
(Engine Rumbling Aggressively)
(Engine Rumbling Aggressively)
(Suspenseful Music Stops)
(Electronic Whooshing)
(Metal Clanking)
(Mysterious Music Plays)
(Mysterious Music Continues)
(Mysterious Music Continues)
(Electric Buzzing)
(Screaming)
(Mysterious Music Continues)
(Mysterious Music Continues)
(Heavy Breathing)
Constable: Hey!
Put your hands up where I can see 'em.
Put your fucking hands up.
Turn around real slow.
(Determined Music Plays)
(Electric Buzzing)
Hey, you alright? You alright?
Can you see me?
Detective: Constable.
They're looking for you.
Zadlak tried to blow me up.
But the bomb was a dud.
Hey, hey, hey, hey come on man!
Come on.
Hey, man. You alright?
Detective: Behind you!
(Determined Music Continues)
(Screaming)
(Determined Music Fades)
Gungnir: The leads were
all garbage.
The Zadlak Replican we captured
was just a lackey.
Thaddeus: (British Accent)
What a disappointment
you've been Gungnir.
Nothing but excuses.
Gungnir: Must be nice calling
the shots from up there
in the sky.
Thaddeus:
You had the perfect Fulcrum
within your grasp.
And yet you lost it to the Marshal.
Gungnir:
The Marshal got lucky.
He won't survive our next encounter.
Thaddeus: Seems the part of
your brain that tries
to remember instructions
got burnt as well.
I told you I want the Marshal alive.
Gungnir:
The Marshal will die!
Our deal is for the Fulcrum!
Thaddeus: I've had enough
of your buffoonery.
The Marshal will die when I say he's
no longer useful,
not before.
Gungnir:
We shall see.
Thaddeus: Indeed.
And how do you intend to find him now?
Gungnir:
I killed one of his men,
but Marshal will eventually come looking.
Thaddeus: The Marshal
is not stupid.
He would never fall
for such a contrived trap.
Gungnir: Oh, he will, Thaddeus.
The Marshal
cares for his people.
It is his weakness.
Thaddeus: For your sake,
let's hope so.
Gungnir the Blighted.
(Ominous Music Plays)
Love it.
Who's the governor?
You are governor.
Thaddeus:
That's right.
(Rumbling)
(Film Clicking)
(Suspenseful Techno Music Plays)
(Suspenseful Techno Music Continues)
(Suspenseful Techno Music Continues)
(Suspenseful Techno Music Continues)
(Suspenseful Techno Music Fades)
(Droning Music Plays)
(Grunting)
(Droning Music Continues)
(Grunting)
(Film Clicking)
(Droning Music Continues)
(Droning Music Continues)
Recording: The Cosmic Diapason.
Discovered hovering over an
ancient Mayan city in El Salvador.
It was subsequently brought
to the Daedalus Research.
Panopticon,
where the world's top scientists
were able to study it.
While its true purpose may never be known,
the Cosmic Diapason emits
a short range frequency
that results in various
psychological and behavior
changes to a person,
thus necessitating proper
containment protocols.
Scientists have partially been successful
in reverse engineering
the extraterrestrial object.
The result being the
Daedalus Corporation's
patented smaller iteration,
the Fulcrum.
(Droning Music Continues)
Gungnir:
Marshal, your Deputy
will not be reporting back.
I ended him, personally.
I'll be waiting at Ember's Edge
just beyond the ancient smelter.
Face me coward!
(Engine Rumbling)
(Droning Music Fades)
(Dramatic Orchestral Music Plays)
(Dramatic Orchestral Music Continues)
(Dramatic Orchestral Music Continues)
(Saw Rumbling)
(Ominous Music Plays)
Gungnir: I would have brought
you his head
but that would have made
my backpack soggy.
You son of a bitch.
I'm taking you in.
Gungnir: (Evil Laugh)
Please try.
Come quietly
or there will be trouble.
Gungnir:
Your ass is mine!
Thaddeus: No!
(Metal Door Squeaking)
Not yet it ain't.
I've waited a long time for this, Marshal.
What is this?
(Ominous Music Continues)
This is impossible.
You know that's not true.
My father was a famous drag racer.
Our father was an actor.
(Ominous Music Continues)
This is a trick.
The memories are fake.
Taken from a TV show.
I have 'em as well.
You are both under arrest.
(Gungnir Laughing)
Thaddeus: Just like a dog
that shits on concrete,
but still tries to bury it.
This is all bullshit.
Yeah?
Then what's our father's name?
(Ominous Music Continues)
Who forgot to lock their car?
(Electronic Buzzing)
(Electronic Buzzing)
The Fulcrums were designed
to replicate the effects
of the Cosmic Diapason.
The intended effects being mind control.
Humans were already slaves
to their whims and passions.
Their hubris destroyed civilizations.
It is our right and duty to use
it to control humanity.
I'll do everything I can to stop you.
Alas, Marshal,
if you choose to relish
in a false past, so be it.
Kill him.
Gungnir:
I shall delight in it.
(Saw Rumbling)
(Gunshot)
(Saw Rumbling)
(Gungnir Roars)
(Ominous Music Plays)
(Grunting)
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Gungnir Screams)
(Squishy Slimy Impact)
(Ominous Music Fades)
(Indistinct Chatter)
(Mysterious Music Plays)
(Mysterious Music Continues)
(Mysterious Music Stops)
(Happy TV Music Plays)
(Happy TV Music Continues)
(Happy TV Music Continues)
(Happy TV Music Dissolves to Ominous)
(Electric Buzzing)
(Electric Buzzing)
(Electric Buzzing)
(Ominous Music Plays)
Scientist 1: His mind is not
taking to the process.
Coercive persuasion
will not work on its own.
Increase maximum tolerance to 30%.
We're already at 45, any higher
and his brain will fry.
Then boost it to 50
and increase neural latency to compensate.
That's not going to work right now.
He's just incepting arbitrary information.
We're still in the early stages.
He's a Replican. He's mind
is a clean slate.
Yes, and that's part of the problem.
He needs a primer.
A foundation for his beliefs.
Then we can mold the persona.
What do you suggest?
Street Racer.
That old show?
It doesn't have to be real.
He won't be able to
discern the difference.
Very well.
Proceed and report back to me.
Will do.
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Pen Scraping)
(Digital Replay Buzzing)
Recording: Jack Blazington.
Born an orphan.
Raised on gasoline.
Riding a road on his own his entire life
on the mean streets of Idaho.
A man of true grit and a natural leader.
A man measured not by his fame and wealth,
but by his deeds and character.
That man is Street Racer.
Where weaker men would fail,
he persevered in his darkest hour.
After surviving a horrific
near-death accident,
race-car driver, Jack Blazington,
returns to the drag-strip.
Better, stronger, faster.
And ready to reclaim his title.
Is this what everybody
does when I'm not looking?
- You see this?
- No.
Something I should ban?
Dozer: You'll just find it on
the black market later.
True.
You got something to show me?
Yes, I do.
Woa... That is a lot of heat.
Long distance, high powered gauss rifle.
Can't have you showing up
for a decisive battle
with just a single action revolver.
Appreciate it.
I'll leave it in the trunk.
Don't get your ass killed out there.
What, are you kidding?
This place would fall
apart with you running it.
Take care, Marshal.
Thanks, my friend.
(Suspenseful Techno Music Plays)
Constable: Marshal.
It's for the memorial.
Thaddeus is going to pay for this.
Are you sure you don't need backup?
I'm good.
All right, then.
(Glorious Music Plays)
(Glorious Music Continues)
(Engine Rumbling)
(Menacing Music Plays)
Absolutely remarkable.
Is the most amazing thing I've ever seen.
Finnigan: Boss.
Yes, of course.
We got to find a way in.
(Menacing Music Continues)
Finnigan, I've just had the most complete
moment of clarity.
And forgot it all.
Finnigan: Boss we
need to get out of here.
No!
This is what we've waited for.
(Menacing Music Continues)
(Determined Music Plays)
(Engine Rumbling)
Un-fucking believable.
How the hell did Gungnir fuck that one up?
(Determined Music Continues)
Full throttle!
(Determined Music Continues)
(Electronic Rumble)
Reverse thrusters.
Aye!
(Determined Music Continues)
I got you now, you fuck.
Bombs away!
(Engine Rumbling)
Motherfuck!
(Determined Music Continues)
This is it, Marshal.
Time to put an end to
all this police shit.
(Determined Music Continues)
(Laser Blasting)
(Alarm Wailing)
(Determined Music Continues)
Hey, what about me?
I'll make a little plaque for you.
Put it on the crash site.
It'll be real nice.
(Determined Music Continues)
(Emergency Horn Blaring)
(Glass Crashing)
(Determined Music Stops)
(Ominous Music Plays)
(Finnegan Coughing)
(Finnegan Coughing)
(Ominous Music Continues)
Thaddeus:
Oh fucking hell. Oh...
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Grunting)
Fuck all!
Bloody shoot didn't deploy.
(Grunting)
Are you gonna help me,
or are you just gonna stand there?
I'm arresting you.
Are you fucking serious?
Gonna know your little secret.
I have nothing to hide.
Oh, come on, Marshal.
You gonna do your brother dirty like that?
We're not brothers.
These people see you as product.
A slave. You see
them as your kin.
Forget them.
Join me.
The Diapason will wipe your memory
of all this madness.
Thaddeus (VO):
Go back to a simpler version.
You can still be a cop.
Your father can still be
an actor on that tape.
(Ominous Music Continues)
He can be a real person in your memory.
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Ominous Music Continues)
You will feel no empathy for them.
We can run the Wasteland as we please.
You and I are the same.
What do you say, brother?
(Ominous Music Continues)
I'd say that's a hard pass,
brother.
(Ominous Music Turns Glorious)
(Wind Blowing)
(Glorious Music Continues)
(Electric Buzzing)
(Glorious Music Continues)
(Upbeat Techno Music Plays)
(Upbeat Techno Music Continues)
(Upbeat Techno Music Continues)
(Upbeat Techno Music Continues)
(Upbeat Techno Music Continues)
(Upbeat Techno Music Continues)
(Upbeat Techno Music Continues)
(Upbeat Techno Music Continues)
(Upbeat Techno Music Fades)
(Foreboding Techno Music Plays)
(Foreboding Techno Music Continues)
(Determined Techno Music Plays)
(Car Engine Rumbles)
(Laser Techno Whooshes)
(Determined Techno Music Continues)
(Laser Techno Whooshes)
(Laser Techno Whooshes)
(Determined Techno Music Continues)
(Laser Techno Whooshes)
(Car Engine Rumbles)
(Gunshot)
(Gunshot)
(Car Engine Rumbles)
(Determined Techno Music Continues)
(Determined Techno Music Fades)
(Wind Blowing)
(Ominous Music Plays)
(Techno Clicking)
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Ominous Music Fades)
What's this?
Give it to me.
That bag is full of crap.
This is the real prize
those bandits were after.
I don't know what it is.
Found it.
They look valuable.
So I kept it.
I was going to try and sell it.
You've been hanging around too
many sweet junkies
if you think that's the way to go
about making coin.
Yeah. For maybe my wife and
I can move away from fucking bigger town.
- She know about it?
- No.
Supposed to be some kind of surprise.
Where was it?
Did you find it on the ground
or of some dead guy's body?
Because it makes a big difference.
I found out on some dead guy shit,
but I didn't kill him.
He's been dead a while.
Marshal:
Where was it?
It was in some sort of Raider camp.
So some guy not you
shot these bandits, didn't
didn't loot their bodies and left this
very valuable thing behind.
Look,
I know how this looks.
(Ominous Music Plays)
Oh, shit.
Shit.
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Ominous Music Fades)
Gungnir: Enough.
You might want to try some burn cream
instead of all those injections.
Gungnir:
I find your insolence unamused.
Just trying to help.
I am Gungnir The Blighted, I've killed
stronger men for less.
Never heard of you.
Gungnir:
You know why I'm here? Cop.
Just hand it over and I'll be on my way.
Maybe I see you have one just like mine.
So maybe I can ask you
a few questions first.
Gungnir:
I answer to no-one.
But out of respect for a man of the law.
I'll give you one chance to hand it over.
Well, as a man of the law,
I can't just give it to you unless you
maybe tell me what it is
and why you want it so bad.
Gungnir:
I owe you no such explanation.
You give me what is mine or die.
Why? Using words like that, just
might justify force.
Might you just calm it down a bit?
Gungnir: You had your chance
law man.
(Saw Rumbling)
(Man Screaming)
(Gungnir Grunting)
(Gungnir Roaring)
(Ominous Music Plays)
(Car Rumbling)
(Car Rumbling)
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Car Rumbling)
(Ominous Music Fades)
Ranger:
Marshal, Halder's wife
Sarah is down in the lobby waiting.
(Fan Rumbling)
(Indistinct Chatter)
(Indistinct Chatter)
Marshal:
Are you, uhh Mrs.
Halder?
- Yes.
- I'm the Marshal.
Sorry about what happened.
Thank you, Marshal.
We'll get you a stuff and
get you out of here in a minute.
But I got to ask you one question.
Sure.
What was he into?
What do you mean?
What kind of things did he do
to get by that pissed off
some really bad people?
He was a scavenger.
He was a trader at Beggar Town.
Antisocial.
He had no friends.
(Glass Clanking)
That's it.
Nothing else.
That's more than one question.
Have a nice day, miss.
Oh wait. Was this all he had,
or was there something else?
Something else? Like...
- What?
- Nothing.
Are you sure?
Are you sure?
Positive.
Then we're done.
(Footsteps Departing)
(Happy Techno Music Plays)
Marshal:
You enjoying yourself?
Detective:
Very much.
Thank you for asking.
What's up?
It's a couple of things
I want you to look into.
It's what I do.
First Halder's wife, Sarah.
She's been acting kind of suspicious.
I want you to check that out.
Second, it's a guy that
calls himself a Gungnir.
The Blighted.
Blighted? That's a good one.
He's covered in burns, big guy.
Shouldn't be too hard to find.
And he's also trying
to make a name for himself
so he ain't no wallflower.
I'll get to it.
Constable: I don't think
Halder scavenged the device.
I think it was brought in by a
tech runner from the Outer Waste.
So I sent some feelers out.
Well done.
Somebody wanted this pretty bad
to send a hit squad after.
Deputy: Marshal.
- Constable.
- Deputy.
Hey, boss.
What are we doing today?
Beggar Town.
Yo, Dozer!
Took care of the secondaries for you.
Inlet seals are going to shit, though.
You need to stop running that alcohol.
Why?
So you can drink it.
You know those Outlanders?
Out by Ember's Edge?
They got a whole fuel tanker.
All we need to do is show
up and arrest their asses.
Doesn't work that way, my friend.
(Techno Mystery Music Plays)
(Engine Rumbles)
But trust me, I'm
waiting for them to slip up.
(Engine Rumbles)
(Happy Pop Music Plays)
(Happy Pop Music Continues)
(Happy Pop Music Continues)
(Happy Pop Music Continues)
(Happy Pop Music Stops)
Marshal: Drebin!
(Drebin Coughing)
Seriously?
What, it's got better filtration now.
You shouldn't be drinking at all.
I am going to drink every day until I die.
And what the hell do you want?
Let's go to your office
there's something I want
you to take a look at.
(Pop Music Plays)
(Beeping)
(Pop Music Continues)
(Beeping)
Drebin: I don't know
jack shit about this thing.
Marshal:
Come on, Drebin.
You're making me look bad
in front of my friends.
Drebin:
Well, it doesn't shoot lasers
to give you a blow job,
so it's pretty worthless.
Are there any parts in there
that someone can harvest?
Drebin: I don't know how you
would do that.
It's mostly solid metal.
Can you draw power from it or use
it as a mod for something
like weapons or cars?
Drebin: Uh, possibly.
Yeah, there's rumors of drivers
down at this strip use
an obscure pre-war mod.
But you'd have to be smarter
than fuck to reverse
engineer something like this.
There's a serial number on here.
I might be able to get it open.
(Gunshots)
(Dramatic Music Plays)
(Dramatic Music Continues)
(Screaming and Radio Chatter)
Robot: Hello partner!
For your safety
and that of others
please check your firearms before
entering the establishment.
Was that thing here before?
Hey, boss.
These are fake.
Robot: (Glitching)
Before we have to catalog
these items and return them...
(Robot Speech Turns Indistinct)
(Footsteps Approach)
Marshal, better take a look at this.
One of the gunmen was carrying it.
Can we get an ID off it?
Impossible.
You can hardly even see
him from the mouth up.
(Metal Clanking)
About finished?
Yeah, I'm ready.
- I feel better.
- Good.
Got a long day.
(Determined Techno Music Plays)
Announcer:
Welcome, ladies
and scumbags to Wasteland.
Pam's Trag Draco Raceway.
(Digital Rumbling)
(Determined Techno Music Continues)
Announcer:
We've got a big event.
Roark Thunderbird faces off
against one of his oldest
rivals, Barnabas Darklarger.
Who's going to be the champion today?
Who's going to go home a loser?
Roark Thunder got a big bone
to pick with Barnabas,
and he's going to make sure
that he comes out a winner tonight.
We've got a race for the ages,
and we're about to get things going.
Get the pedals up there ready
because three, two, one.
Here we go.
You can see that these
tires are shredding.
The sand is kicking.
(Determined Techno Music Continues)
Is that a red rocket in his pocket?
No! But he's happy to hit
the nitrous
and take this thing to turbo!
He's going to go all the way.
And Roark Thunderbird is your winner.
(Determined Techno Music Fades)
Marshal: I hear you're running
some pretty high end mods.
Who says this?
Everyone knows.
What's it to you, Cop?
Well, I might like to have something
similar done to my car.
Why should I help you?
Because I'm the kind of guy
that always returns
a favor.
Show me what you got?
(Distant Drilling)
Deputy: Hey, doesn't
that look like Halder's wife to you?
It does.
But she's pregnant.
Yeah. What the fuck?
She have a twin or something?
I want to go have a little chat with her.
Yeah. Go.
Deputy:
Excuse me, miss.
Don't go anywhere.
I got a few questions for you...
I don't know anything.
Hey, law-dog!
- Wasn't me.
- Wait, just one...
Sarah: Get the fuck
away from me.
- Get your hands off my woman.
- Your lady friend here
- isn't being too cooperative.
- Is there as problem?
She committed a crime?
- Yeah, I just got...
- Tip the fuck off!
Marshal: Good.
We're good.
Halder: Come here.
Deputy: Marsh...
Marshal: Get in your car
and get out of here.
We'll talk later.
(Deputy Mumbling)
Control your deputy.
Stay out of trouble.
(Droning Music Plays)
(Droning Music Continues)
(Droning Music Continues)
(Droning Music Continues)
Gungnir.
Gungnir: Speak.
We had a cop snooping around today.
It wasn't just any cop.
It was the Marshal?
Gungnir:
The Marshal will pay
for his transgressions.
I will find him and kill him.
(Motor Rumbling)
(Droning Music Fades)
Ranger:
Marshal our detective
just gave word that he's on
his way to Don Dogs right now.
(Pop Techno Music Plays)
(Pop Techno Music Continues)
I can't believe you eat that shit.
- Delicious..
- Uh, yeah.
The creme de la creme of Beggar Town.
This place is packed during lunch time.
Yeah, sure it is.
Anyways, boss.
Word on the street is that
these guys are looking for
a moving pre-war obscure tech.
I've got some ideas
on where they may be hiding out.
Nothing conclusive.
Good shit.
What about any information on
Halder's wife, Sarah?
She covers her tracks pretty well,
but I'm good at what I do.
Check this out.
She's a Replican, wife
model, mass produced.
Made by the Daedalus Corporation.
A Replican.
That explains why she was
knocked up at Wasteland.
Pam's yesterday.
Not the same person.
Banging a Replican!
I don't even wanna know what's
gonna come out.
It should not even be allowed.
You know, I pretended
like I didn't notice her,
but my Deputy kind of fucked that up.
Anyhow?
I was able to dig up some other
photos of some Replicans.
Not much on Daedalus tho.
It seems they dabbled
in other technologies.
Not just Replicans.
We actually have one of those
working in our department.
She claimed to not remember Daedalus.
Hannah Young was her default name.
We had one of those.
Hannah's in the club last night.
Do they know what they are?
I would imagine so if they're
still working together,
even if they got their memories blank.
If that's the case, that would explain
why Halder got mixed up in this.
That's why I got busted.
There could be other kinds
of Replicans out there.
You know,
I always thought that the guy from Pullin'
Pat's Pumpin' looked exactly
like the guy, the hot dog guy
outside of the precinct.
Except for the mustache.
Those hot dogs are
pretty nasty, by the way.
Hey, that's my mechanic, Dozer.
Yeah, the Machinist Archetype.
I don't think Dozer is involved.
Yeah, but he might know
something about Daedalus.
One for the road.
Marshal: Yeah,
good luck.
Hey, you still got to do your work.
Even if you're shitting blood.
(Indistinct Chatter)
(Distant Drilling)
You want to tell me about it?
All I want is Daedalus.
Why?
Because the guys I was following
were a group of Replicans.
This has nothing to do with you.
Just help me out here.
We're program not to remember.
The wife model knew.
The name.
That's it.
It's for marketing purposes.
But there's a guy he might know.
But I'm telling you, he's
not agreeable in general.
And he's certainly not agreeable to a cop.
Oh he is going to talk to me.
The man is a big time sweet dealer.
If he was a big time sweet dealer,
we would know about it.
Radek Zadlak.
Zadlak, he ain't shit.
That's what he wants you to think.
The man's a Replican, too.
There's a group of them working together,
posing as one.
How do you know this?
And we don't.
He tried recruiting me
to fix his cars, but I don't want anything
to do with him.
(Distant Drilling)
Or any other Replican for that matter.
Fair enough.
You good?
Could use more brake pads.
I'll get someone on it.
Hmm.
This... This is your sweet
from Zadlak.
It's got some kind of a marking on it.
It's being sold street level.
Some up and comers.
Like who?
Willie Wellington
might be the easiest to track down.
And where would I find Willie?
I've got business, copper.
You know how to find that.
(Upbeat Techno Music Plays)
(Footsteps Approach)
(Knocking)
Marshal:
Police, open up!
You're going to tell me everybody
you know who sells sweet
with this logo on it.
This is some good looking sweet.
No mold on the paper or anything.
Guy 1:
Yeah, yeah, I've seen it.
Some pretty expensive shit.
It's not from around here.
Cop: You don't buy your sweet
from around here huh?
Guy 2:
What? Ohh...
No I don't even do that shit anymore.
Marshal:
Somebody's bringing it in?
Guy 1:
Sometimes.
Cop:
You're Willie Wellington, right?
Guy2: No, no, no.
(Guy Grunting)
Marshal:
Tell you what.
You give me a name,
I'll give you this.
(Upbeat Techno Music Continues)
Guy 1:
Tease man, ah.
Guy 3: I've seen a lot of
smugglers lately,
some of them probably working for Zadlak
coming out of this tech bodega
run by a woman named Sigrun.
Guy 4: Look, man, Sigrun deals
in a lot
more than just sweet. Okay?
Woman 1: It's like
old pre-war shit.
Cop:
Like tech or weapons?
Woman 2:
No idea.
I just saw him moving some crates around
and I know that shit ain't sweet.
Guy 5:
One of her customers
is this strange fucking doctor guy.
He's not like a curing
and healing kind of doctor.
He's more like a... like a pain
inflicting kind of doctor.
Detective:
That's not a doctor.
Guy 5:
He's a doctor, man.
He's got the fucking
code with the logo on it.
Guy 6:
I saw Zadlak one time,
piss drunk, covered in shit.
I go down to Jimtown about an hour later
and there he is, sober, clean.
Talking to some doctor
in this big, burnt guy.
Guy 7:
I don't know Zadlak.
I know some of the routes
the smugglers use.
Guy 8: Oh yeah. Tho...
Those are Benny's guys.
And the sweet they're dealing
come straight from Zadlak.
Guy 6: I saw him in
Jimtown clean and sober.
Guy 8: They do claim
that they're buying it
from some guys selling mining equipment
under some bridge outside the Beggar Town.
You know what that is?
Guy 9: The guy
that was selling mining shit,
he left.
Supposedly, he gets his shit from some guy
known as the Dirtbagger.
(Indistinct Radio Chatter)
Marshal:
Yes, yes, the Dirtbagger.
Yeah, yeah. No, no,
that's all right.
What the hell are you looking for?
(Indistinct Police Chatter)
Marshal: Okay, no,
you said that already.
Where did you last see him?
(Upbeat Techno Music Fades)
(Wind Blowing)
You're the one they call the Dirtbagger?
Look you're not in any kind of trouble.
I just need some information.
The intergalactic adventures of
Biff Ironsteel.
Say again.
The intergalactic adventures
of Biff Ironsteel.
Biff what?
Look, I just want information.
I'm looking for a man named Radek Zadlak.
I want to know where he is.
Zadlak?
Yeah, Radek Zadlak.
Look, man,
I don't want to have to take you
in but I will.
(Crunching)
(Slashing Stinger)
(Marshal Grunting)
(Determined Techno Music Plays)
(Whooshing and Grunting)
(Dramatic Stinger)
(Whooshing)
(Grunting)
(Determined Techno Music Fades)
(Dirtbagger Grunting)
Marshal: You see
I could have been gone
and out of here by now.
Dirtbagger:
You mother fuck...
Want some more of this?
(Dirtbagger Grunting)
Okay.
How about you play nice now?
(Dirtbagger Grunting)
(Engine Rumbling)
(Ominous Music Plays)
(Ominous Music Stops)
(Wind Blowing)
(Heavy Breathing)
Sigrun: My contacts,
they say these guys answer
to a guy named Gungnir.
I can't find nothing on this guy
except the fact that he keeps
a doctor on retainer.
But that one's on the house.
It's sold by this guy, Radek Zadlak.
I know Zadlak.
I don't think you do.
Not enough.
Nobody does.
Nobody's ever seen him.
He uses imposters.
He's been causing you and me and your cops
a lot of trouble, to say the least.
So you want to sell the sweet?
I'll keep it out of Beggar Town.
This is the point
where I say you do for me.
I do for you.
Little pre-war cliche.
I sold some tech to a couple.
Zadlak's guys a while back.
I think that may be of interest to you.
Guard 1: I heard Zadlak traded a
bunch of sweet for toilet paper.
Guard 2:
Toilet paper? What's that?
Guard 1:
It's used for wiping your ass.
It's made for it.
It's really soft.
Guard 2: That sounds better
than using coffee filters.
(Ominous Music Plays)
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Heavy Steps)
(Beeping)
Zadlak:
The intergalactic adventures
of Biff Ironsteel.
Starring Gil Majors as Biff Ironsteel.
Well, then
how much we doing today?
Oh, straight to business.
I like it.
I'm busy, but.
I can always make time for you.
Actually, it's not the sweet
that I'm here for.
(Ominous Music Continues)
That.
(Machinery Whooshing)
I'm afraid it's not for sale.
(Happy Beeping)
Well that's gonna be a problem,
because the second part of that
is you and your gang, you're going to have
to stop the sweet trade
and get out of Beggar Town
or pay the consequences.
(Low-pitched Beeping)
Consequences...
Such as?
Death or imprisonment.
(Ominous Music Plays)
Shamus!
(Low-pitched Beeping)
Shamus?
(Machinery Whooshing)
That rickety puppet
could not run a bicycle.
(Alarm Wailing)
Kill this fucking cunt,
(Blasting Whooshes)
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Electric Buzzing)
(Footsteps Approaching)
(Buzzing)
Zadlak: That old hag Sigrun
sent you here.
You actually thought
I would show in-person?
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Dramatic Stinger)
(Ominous Music Fades)
(Dog Barking)
(Static)
(Suspenseful Music Plays)
Shamus was my best one.
Had to be done.
What the shit.
What happened to my guards?
Your guards are quite agreeable.
Let's hope you're the same.
How did you find this place?
Doesn't matter. I'm here now.
Well, you just doomed
yourself by coming here.
(Evil Laughter)
Just tell me what I need to know
and I'll walk out of here
and you'll never see me again.
Yeah, right.
Then you'll just come after me later.
Oh, I totally will.
But you'll get a chance
to relocate this way.
Or I could just take you now.
You can try.
My guards will be a little less agreeable
once they see their boss being taken away.
That's just going to cause a bloodbath.
Or we could just have a conversation.
About what, may I ask?
Daedalus.
Where'd you hear that name?
A former associate of yours.
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
I know what you are.
You know what you are.
There are many of you.
Daedalus.
That's where you were born.
We...
We are programed not to remember.
Yeah, sure, but somehow you do remember.
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
I'm not supposed to remember.
But you do.
Some of it.
(Birds Chirping)
There were experiments.
They use strange artifacts
to get into our heads.
Yeah. Was it this thing?
Yeah,
that was part of it.
And that's part of the
reason that... (Gunshot)
(Suspenseful Music Fades)
(Techno Whooshing)
(Clicking)
Marshal: Is it always
break time in here?
This thing's a fucking gem.
Don't blame me if the trail goes cold.
You shot the guy.
I didn't shoot the guy.
I shot the guy that shot the guy.
Then you should have shot first.
Come on up.
Marshal: Tell me
that there's something useful
on that hard drive.
Zadlak only kept a few files on Daedelus.
Seems he didn't know too
much about it either.
Looks like he was attempting
to triangulate the location
by overlaying these satellite photos.
Marshal: He narrowed it down
to somewhere
in this valley evidently.
Detective: Yeah, but
that's still a pretty big area.
Not to mention, it's about 400 miles
east of Jimtown.
And there's no way
of finding anything else in there?
Nothing encrypted?
I thought you were like
some master hacker that could
like find shit.
Hacking nowadays mostly means
just finding the right cords.
Marshal this is my new partner.
She's been helping me out with the case.
Hannah Young.
I don't go by that name.
Yes, of course.
Anyhow, that area has never been scouted.
It's way too far.
Nobody has that kind of fuel.
We do.
Well, we do, but you can't seriously...
Shamus cam!
These? They are video files
but they're corrupt.
They don't seem to play properly.
(Keyboard Clanking)
There's the newest one.
(Ominous Screeching Music Plays)
Is that the Constable?
Detective:
It looks like it could be her.
She hasn't radioed in,
but that's not unusual.
And she's on assignment.
I haven't seen her car in the garage.
She usually comes in to refuel
at least once a day.
Yeah, but not always.
Last thing she reported she was meeting
with some tech dealer named Sigrun.
Scout: I know where that is.
We can follow up.
Do it.
Detective: Roger that.
What about you?
I'm going to the motor pool to get a shit
ton of gas cans.
(Engine Rumbles)
(Determined Techno Music Plays)
(Wings Flapping)
(Laser Blasting)
(Determined Techno Music Continues)
Gungnir:
So you've been talking to cops.
You just killed yourself.
Gungnir: Perhaps.
But my death will come
much later than yours.
Then get it over with.
(Dramatic Stinger)
(Suspenseful Music Plays)
Scout: Over here.
Detective: That's them.
Sigrun is dead. Gungnir
killed her.
Got it on security cam footage.
Happened after the
Constable left. (Static)
Any sign where she may have gone?
None. I got my partner
out there
canvasing the area right now.
I think Gungnir and his doctor
are people of interest.
Worth checking out.
Do it. Use whatever
resources you need.
Roger that.
What's your ETA back?
I'm going to be gone for a bit.
You're on your own for a while.
Roger that, boss.
Delta 1, what's your status?
You asking me?
Because you didn't say over?
Yes. You dumb shit.
Please specify if you're talking to me
or about me.
Stand by.
Hey, we got people over here.
Over.
(Static)
Looks like some.
Hippocrates and a few others.
Stand by.
(Birds Chirping)
Delta.
Delta 1, copy.
(Ominous Music Plays)
You son of a bitch.
Delta, what-where are you?
What's your status?
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Electronic Rumble)
Oh, what?
What is this place?
(Panting)
(Ominous Music Continues)
Where the hell am I?
Gungnir:
The cops are looking for you.
Cops are always looking for me.
Gungnir:
And why would that be?
L-look, you-you probably already know
there are a bunch of us.
I'm not really in the know, I.
I just kinda do what the others tell me.
Gungnir: Daedalus.
Panopticon. Diapason.
W-What?
What? What!
I don't know who those people are.
W-What is this?
Gungnir:
You know, of these things.
That sounds like pre-war stuff.
I swear.
I have no idea what any of that means.
Gungnir:
Yes, you do.
They blanked my memory.
Gungnir: The mind of a copy
contains traces
of the original
information encoded onto the template.
My associate Hippocrates, here,
is a master of extracting
such information.
(Electric Humming)
(Mouthing Please No)
(Suspenseful Music Plays)
No, please.
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
(Inaudible Chatter)
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
Deputy:
Hands up, hands fucking up.
Don't move.
Where your buddies at?
Don't-don't try anything, man!
(Lasers Blasting)
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
(Deputy Grunting)
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
Gungnir: I got what I needed
from the other one.
This one is more useful to me dead.
(Screaming Echoes)
(Suspenseful Music Stops)
(Wind Blowing)
(Ominous Music Plays)
(Ominous Music Continues)
Flamewaster: I'll step
on your ashes.
Step on your ashes.
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Ominous Music Continues)
Recording: It was subsequently
brought to the Daedalus
research panopticon. Where the
world's top
scientists were able to study it.
While its true purpose may never be known,
the Cosmic Diapason.
Flamewaster: I need
something to burn...
Something to burn...
Something to burn!
Step on your ashes.
Step on your ashes.
(Ominous Techno Music Plays)
(Flamewaster Grunts)
(Ominous Techno Music Continues)
I'll step on your ashes.
(Dramatic Droning Stinger)
Fuck!
I'll step on your ashes.
(Ominous Techno Music Stops)
(Suspenseful Music Plays)
(Man Gnarling and Suffocating)
(Creepy Heavy Breathing)
Where'd you get this car?
(Man Gnarling and Suffocating)
(Creepy Heavy Breathing)
Hey, you listening to me?
I'm talking to you.
Where the fuck did you get this car?
(Engine Rumbling Aggressively)
Hey, hey, listen.
(Engine Rumbling Aggressively)
(Engine Rumbling Aggressively)
(Engine Rumbling Aggressively)
(Gunshots)
(Suspenseful Music Continues)
(Engine Rumbling Aggressively)
(Engine Rumbling Aggressively)
(Suspenseful Music Stops)
(Electronic Whooshing)
(Metal Clanking)
(Mysterious Music Plays)
(Mysterious Music Continues)
(Mysterious Music Continues)
(Electric Buzzing)
(Screaming)
(Mysterious Music Continues)
(Mysterious Music Continues)
(Heavy Breathing)
Constable: Hey!
Put your hands up where I can see 'em.
Put your fucking hands up.
Turn around real slow.
(Determined Music Plays)
(Electric Buzzing)
Hey, you alright? You alright?
Can you see me?
Detective: Constable.
They're looking for you.
Zadlak tried to blow me up.
But the bomb was a dud.
Hey, hey, hey, hey come on man!
Come on.
Hey, man. You alright?
Detective: Behind you!
(Determined Music Continues)
(Screaming)
(Determined Music Fades)
Gungnir: The leads were
all garbage.
The Zadlak Replican we captured
was just a lackey.
Thaddeus: (British Accent)
What a disappointment
you've been Gungnir.
Nothing but excuses.
Gungnir: Must be nice calling
the shots from up there
in the sky.
Thaddeus:
You had the perfect Fulcrum
within your grasp.
And yet you lost it to the Marshal.
Gungnir:
The Marshal got lucky.
He won't survive our next encounter.
Thaddeus: Seems the part of
your brain that tries
to remember instructions
got burnt as well.
I told you I want the Marshal alive.
Gungnir:
The Marshal will die!
Our deal is for the Fulcrum!
Thaddeus: I've had enough
of your buffoonery.
The Marshal will die when I say he's
no longer useful,
not before.
Gungnir:
We shall see.
Thaddeus: Indeed.
And how do you intend to find him now?
Gungnir:
I killed one of his men,
but Marshal will eventually come looking.
Thaddeus: The Marshal
is not stupid.
He would never fall
for such a contrived trap.
Gungnir: Oh, he will, Thaddeus.
The Marshal
cares for his people.
It is his weakness.
Thaddeus: For your sake,
let's hope so.
Gungnir the Blighted.
(Ominous Music Plays)
Love it.
Who's the governor?
You are governor.
Thaddeus:
That's right.
(Rumbling)
(Film Clicking)
(Suspenseful Techno Music Plays)
(Suspenseful Techno Music Continues)
(Suspenseful Techno Music Continues)
(Suspenseful Techno Music Continues)
(Suspenseful Techno Music Fades)
(Droning Music Plays)
(Grunting)
(Droning Music Continues)
(Grunting)
(Film Clicking)
(Droning Music Continues)
(Droning Music Continues)
Recording: The Cosmic Diapason.
Discovered hovering over an
ancient Mayan city in El Salvador.
It was subsequently brought
to the Daedalus Research.
Panopticon,
where the world's top scientists
were able to study it.
While its true purpose may never be known,
the Cosmic Diapason emits
a short range frequency
that results in various
psychological and behavior
changes to a person,
thus necessitating proper
containment protocols.
Scientists have partially been successful
in reverse engineering
the extraterrestrial object.
The result being the
Daedalus Corporation's
patented smaller iteration,
the Fulcrum.
(Droning Music Continues)
Gungnir:
Marshal, your Deputy
will not be reporting back.
I ended him, personally.
I'll be waiting at Ember's Edge
just beyond the ancient smelter.
Face me coward!
(Engine Rumbling)
(Droning Music Fades)
(Dramatic Orchestral Music Plays)
(Dramatic Orchestral Music Continues)
(Dramatic Orchestral Music Continues)
(Saw Rumbling)
(Ominous Music Plays)
Gungnir: I would have brought
you his head
but that would have made
my backpack soggy.
You son of a bitch.
I'm taking you in.
Gungnir: (Evil Laugh)
Please try.
Come quietly
or there will be trouble.
Gungnir:
Your ass is mine!
Thaddeus: No!
(Metal Door Squeaking)
Not yet it ain't.
I've waited a long time for this, Marshal.
What is this?
(Ominous Music Continues)
This is impossible.
You know that's not true.
My father was a famous drag racer.
Our father was an actor.
(Ominous Music Continues)
This is a trick.
The memories are fake.
Taken from a TV show.
I have 'em as well.
You are both under arrest.
(Gungnir Laughing)
Thaddeus: Just like a dog
that shits on concrete,
but still tries to bury it.
This is all bullshit.
Yeah?
Then what's our father's name?
(Ominous Music Continues)
Who forgot to lock their car?
(Electronic Buzzing)
(Electronic Buzzing)
The Fulcrums were designed
to replicate the effects
of the Cosmic Diapason.
The intended effects being mind control.
Humans were already slaves
to their whims and passions.
Their hubris destroyed civilizations.
It is our right and duty to use
it to control humanity.
I'll do everything I can to stop you.
Alas, Marshal,
if you choose to relish
in a false past, so be it.
Kill him.
Gungnir:
I shall delight in it.
(Saw Rumbling)
(Gunshot)
(Saw Rumbling)
(Gungnir Roars)
(Ominous Music Plays)
(Grunting)
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Gungnir Screams)
(Squishy Slimy Impact)
(Ominous Music Fades)
(Indistinct Chatter)
(Mysterious Music Plays)
(Mysterious Music Continues)
(Mysterious Music Stops)
(Happy TV Music Plays)
(Happy TV Music Continues)
(Happy TV Music Continues)
(Happy TV Music Dissolves to Ominous)
(Electric Buzzing)
(Electric Buzzing)
(Electric Buzzing)
(Ominous Music Plays)
Scientist 1: His mind is not
taking to the process.
Coercive persuasion
will not work on its own.
Increase maximum tolerance to 30%.
We're already at 45, any higher
and his brain will fry.
Then boost it to 50
and increase neural latency to compensate.
That's not going to work right now.
He's just incepting arbitrary information.
We're still in the early stages.
He's a Replican. He's mind
is a clean slate.
Yes, and that's part of the problem.
He needs a primer.
A foundation for his beliefs.
Then we can mold the persona.
What do you suggest?
Street Racer.
That old show?
It doesn't have to be real.
He won't be able to
discern the difference.
Very well.
Proceed and report back to me.
Will do.
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Pen Scraping)
(Digital Replay Buzzing)
Recording: Jack Blazington.
Born an orphan.
Raised on gasoline.
Riding a road on his own his entire life
on the mean streets of Idaho.
A man of true grit and a natural leader.
A man measured not by his fame and wealth,
but by his deeds and character.
That man is Street Racer.
Where weaker men would fail,
he persevered in his darkest hour.
After surviving a horrific
near-death accident,
race-car driver, Jack Blazington,
returns to the drag-strip.
Better, stronger, faster.
And ready to reclaim his title.
Is this what everybody
does when I'm not looking?
- You see this?
- No.
Something I should ban?
Dozer: You'll just find it on
the black market later.
True.
You got something to show me?
Yes, I do.
Woa... That is a lot of heat.
Long distance, high powered gauss rifle.
Can't have you showing up
for a decisive battle
with just a single action revolver.
Appreciate it.
I'll leave it in the trunk.
Don't get your ass killed out there.
What, are you kidding?
This place would fall
apart with you running it.
Take care, Marshal.
Thanks, my friend.
(Suspenseful Techno Music Plays)
Constable: Marshal.
It's for the memorial.
Thaddeus is going to pay for this.
Are you sure you don't need backup?
I'm good.
All right, then.
(Glorious Music Plays)
(Glorious Music Continues)
(Engine Rumbling)
(Menacing Music Plays)
Absolutely remarkable.
Is the most amazing thing I've ever seen.
Finnigan: Boss.
Yes, of course.
We got to find a way in.
(Menacing Music Continues)
Finnigan, I've just had the most complete
moment of clarity.
And forgot it all.
Finnigan: Boss we
need to get out of here.
No!
This is what we've waited for.
(Menacing Music Continues)
(Determined Music Plays)
(Engine Rumbling)
Un-fucking believable.
How the hell did Gungnir fuck that one up?
(Determined Music Continues)
Full throttle!
(Determined Music Continues)
(Electronic Rumble)
Reverse thrusters.
Aye!
(Determined Music Continues)
I got you now, you fuck.
Bombs away!
(Engine Rumbling)
Motherfuck!
(Determined Music Continues)
This is it, Marshal.
Time to put an end to
all this police shit.
(Determined Music Continues)
(Laser Blasting)
(Alarm Wailing)
(Determined Music Continues)
Hey, what about me?
I'll make a little plaque for you.
Put it on the crash site.
It'll be real nice.
(Determined Music Continues)
(Emergency Horn Blaring)
(Glass Crashing)
(Determined Music Stops)
(Ominous Music Plays)
(Finnegan Coughing)
(Finnegan Coughing)
(Ominous Music Continues)
Thaddeus:
Oh fucking hell. Oh...
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Grunting)
Fuck all!
Bloody shoot didn't deploy.
(Grunting)
Are you gonna help me,
or are you just gonna stand there?
I'm arresting you.
Are you fucking serious?
Gonna know your little secret.
I have nothing to hide.
Oh, come on, Marshal.
You gonna do your brother dirty like that?
We're not brothers.
These people see you as product.
A slave. You see
them as your kin.
Forget them.
Join me.
The Diapason will wipe your memory
of all this madness.
Thaddeus (VO):
Go back to a simpler version.
You can still be a cop.
Your father can still be
an actor on that tape.
(Ominous Music Continues)
He can be a real person in your memory.
(Ominous Music Continues)
(Ominous Music Continues)
You will feel no empathy for them.
We can run the Wasteland as we please.
You and I are the same.
What do you say, brother?
(Ominous Music Continues)
I'd say that's a hard pass,
brother.
(Ominous Music Turns Glorious)
(Wind Blowing)
(Glorious Music Continues)
(Electric Buzzing)
(Glorious Music Continues)
(Upbeat Techno Music Plays)
(Upbeat Techno Music Continues)
(Upbeat Techno Music Continues)
(Upbeat Techno Music Continues)
(Upbeat Techno Music Continues)
(Upbeat Techno Music Continues)
(Upbeat Techno Music Continues)
(Upbeat Techno Music Continues)
(Upbeat Techno Music Fades)