Fallout (2024) s02e05 Episode Script

A nuclear event would be a tragedy.
- But also an opportunity.
- Mr. Howard?
Huge fan.
I'm Henry, but everyone calls me Hank.
If the American government
needs a hand
in settling our more
international disputes,
well, they know who to call.
Are you familiar with Robert House?
Are you asking me to spy
on the wealthiest man in America?
Not spy on him.
Your wife is going to Vegas next week
to sell Cold Fusion
to Robert House.
When the bombs drop,
it'll be Robert House
that presses the button.
I'm in Vegas these days,
back in your old stomping grounds.
Trying to pick up
where you all left off.
When this is all over,
you will be begging me to help you.
- I was Bud's personal assistant.
- Hm.
"Future Enterprise Ventures"?
The whole plan for Vaults 32 and 33?
Phase 2 was very important
to the experiment.
I know you think
you being helpful
shootin' folks in the kneecaps
and the ass.
Ah, fuck!
I'm not gonna apologize
for not murdering people.
My name is Diane Welch,
congresswoman
for the District of Glendale.
I don't think America can afford
any more corporate influence
in Washington.
I take it you're not a vet.
'Til next time, Mr. Howard.
Got any cigarettes?
I'd like to try one.
One addiction at a time.
Before we start,
there's the small matter of my fee.
Fusion Core?
You don't see those
around much anymore, do you?
Okey-dokey.
I defer to you
about what to do in this situation.
Run.
Do you have any more drugs?
I really think I need some more drugs.
- You have any more?
- Drugs?
No, I ain't got any more drugs!
Okay, then which weapon
would you recommend for this?
- You got a rocket launcher in that bag?
- Nope.
So, this is Vegas, huh?
Yep.
And those surprisingly smelly
lizard monster bull things?
Have they always been here?
Nope.
Okay.
I'd ask why my dad
ran into a den of giant monsters,
but you'd probably just tell me
to shut the fudge up.
Before the war, there was a plan
for a special Vault.
A Vault for management.
That's where my wife is.
Where my daughter is, too.
You never found it?
Oh no, I found one, in California.
It was empty.
Found another one in Oregon.
It was empty, too.
Turns out, there's more than a few
special Vaults for management
sprinkled across the Wasteland.
All of 'em empty.
But I've never found one in Vegas.
So, you think if my dad's in there,
maybe your wife and daughter are, too?
Uh-huh.
And now, they're surrounded
by these fuckin' things.
I think we should just
go in there and get them.
You can't just waltz
past a pack of Deathclaws.
They're called Deathclaws?
Look, I know it's not
an ideal situation, but we--
Oh, uh, I'm okay. Thank you so much.
But nothing is, up here, right?
Now, I'll admit,
I am in an altered mental state
but I think we should just
shoot these monsters in the face.
And frankly, whatever we do,
we need to do it quickly,
'cause I am very much out of drugs.
Take this.
There's a general store
over there called Sonny's.
Ask for somethin' called Addictol.
It'll clean out all that shit
you got runnin' through your veins.
Hey, maybe they'll have something
to take down one of those lizards.
I wouldn't bet on it.
Where are you going?
To get fucked up.
Whiskey.
The bottle.
Guess you saw them Deathclaw things
come up from Quarry Junction.
They fightin' around the Strip.
Big whup.
Just another fuckin' round
o' change in management's all it is.
Like one of 'em merry-go-rounds.
NCR. Legion. NCR. Legion.
Fuckin' robots.
No matter to me.
Always somebody
tryna tell us what to do.
Long as they don't come 'round
and charge me taxes,
I don't give a fuck.
Don't try to charge me taxes, lizard.
- I'll shoot your goddamn head off.
- Stop
talkin'.
While the government twiddles thumbs
at the negotiating table
with our communist adversaries
from across the Pacific,
Captains of Industry
gather in Las Vegas, Nevada,
to decide the fate of the free world.
And the leader of this historic summit?
Robert Edwin House, founder of RobCo,
the nation's leading
robotics manufacturer.
So, what does this titan
of the private sector
think about his odds at succeeding
where the government has failed?
Where I come from, which is America,
the House always wins.
Mrs. Howard! Mrs. Howard! Coop! Hey.
I'm sorry I'm late.
Uh, let me take your bags to the gate.
It looks like you already
got your hands full.
Oh! I'm suddenly a very important person
and a possible assassination target.
- We'll meet you at the gate, Hank.
- Okay!
Uh, you go ahead.
I gotta call my agent.
Alright.
Glad you chose to do the right thing.
Is that what you call killing a man?
Check the coin return.
If Robert House gets Cold Fusion,
Vault-Tec gets the bombs.
This is the only way to stop it.
- Is this what I think it is?
- You're a soldier.
You've killed before.
In uniform.
Wearing a costume
doesn't make it any better.
I am giving you the opportunity
to save countless lives
in exchange for one.
I think in this case,
the ends justify the means.
You know, people've been
saying shit like that for years.
I tell you what.
I'll stop the exchange.
I'll get your Cold Fusion back.
But I'm not gonna kill a man to do it.
I know I'd go from rags to riches ♪
if you would only say you care ♪
Corporate greed
has no place in government!
Please, remain calm.
Hey, you sold us out!
My clothes may still be torn
and tattered ♪
but in my heart, I'd be a king ♪
There's a Vault-Tec hotel?
Your ad campaign has been
an enormous success.
Yeah. Ah.
It's everything ♪
What a crazy world.
- Hello. I'm a big fan.
- Oh yeah, okay. Sure.
Private companies shouldn't be allowed
to unilaterally dictate American policy.
I deserve to be part of this conversation.
I'm a United States congresswoman!
Oh! That's Congresswoman Welch
Hey, here.
- I'm really sorry about that.
- No, it's fine.
Fighting the good fight
is mostly a series of humiliations.
Coop?
Keep at it.
Oh, I, uh, I need to talk
to those reps from RobCo.
- Care to join?
- What do you think?
I'm gonna get a couple of drinks.
Nukatini?
These government
knuckleheads can't solve anything.
It's up to us.
Government should be run like a business.
Thank you.
- It's Robert House!
- There he is!
Mr. House would like to see you.
Well, howdy, pardner.
Howdy.
Right this way!
Hello!
I'm Robert House.
From the fuckin' toilet?
I apologize, I was just
very eager to meet you.
Now
I know that you came to Vegas to kill me.
Did you not?
Luck, be a lady tonight ♪
Luck, be a lady tonight ♪
Luck, if you've ever been
a lady to begin with ♪
Luck, be a lady tonight ♪
Luck, let a gentleman see ♪
how nice a dame you can be ♪
I know the way you've treated
other guys you've been with ♪
Luck, be a lady with me ♪
A lady doesn't leave her escort ♪
It isn't fair, it isn't nice ♪
Die! Die! Die!
Luck, be a lady tonight ♪
Luck, be a lady tonight ♪
Luck, if you've ever been
a lady to begin with ♪
Luck, be a lady tonight ♪
- So, let's keep the party polite ♪
- So, let's keep the party polite ♪
Let's get lucky, shall we?
Never get out of my sight ♪
Stick with me, baby,
I'm the fella you came in with ♪
- Luck, be a lady ♪
- Luck, be a lady ♪
- Luck, be a lady ♪
- What's the matter, roll the dice ♪
- Tonight ♪
- Comin' out right! ♪
Hello, gorgeous.
How I've missed you.
I'll admit you'd be disappointed
in how I've behaved
since we've been apart, but
you can't begrudge a man
for filling the void, can you?
Fully Integrated Security
Technotronic Officer
active and reporting for duty.
That makes two of us.
Oh, a looky-loo, eh?
Go watch from behind a shrub or something,
like a civilized pervert.
Now, where were we?
How would you like to forget
everything you've ever known?
Everyone you've ever known?
Your language and motor skills
will remain intact.
But every choice you've made,
every moment you've cherished,
will be completely and utterly removed
from your memory.
Please. Yes.
Oh. Oh.
Ooh.
Ooh, good gracious!
Ooh!
Oh, no, no, no, no. Oh, no, no!
No, no, no, no, no!
Nooo!
Let's begin.
Ew, it's so dirty in here.
It's like walking on garbage.
One of these guys
must be the janitor.
- Guys? We really need--
- Hey, look.
It's Janice.
Ugh, still at her desk. Yeesh.
- She always was a kiss-ass.
- Yeah.
I need to craft a weapon.
We should get outta here.
This is my squat.
- It's our squat.
- They know what I mean.
Well, I'll be.
More Vault Dwellers.
What do you mean, "more Vault Dwellers"?
Can I ask you a question?
Mm-hmm.
What is making that noise in the elevator?
Roach farm.
How big are they?
Not big enough for market yet,
but they'll get there.
So, you met my sister?
Yeah, back in Filly.
Before the Brotherhood of Steel
burnt it down.
Had her help a fella from the Enclave
get through the Shithole
to some folks from the NCR
who weren't in town
when Shady Sands blew up.
Pretty slim odds.
What with it being Khan country.
- What?
- Hmm?
I don't understand what any of that means.
Oh, I'm sorry. I forget you Vaulties
don't much care for current events.
Your sister is dead, honey.
You don't know that.
You don't know my sister.
I know the Wasteland better than you do.
And I know plenty well what it does
to folks as soft as you all are.
Now, I wanna tell you what I told her.
And for y'all's sake, I hope you listen.
Go home, Vaultie.
Let's go, Barv.
If you idiots need supplies
for the trip home, help yourselves.
But don't you touch my roach farm.
Good luck, dipshits.
Suddenly, you're a big Samaritan, huh?
Baby, shut the fuck up.
I'm trying to be a better person.
- Come on.
- Yeah!
What are you doing?
Uh, n
I-- I just, um
I came in the wrong door, so
Are you Sonny?
He left town.
Okay.
So
he's not in that trash can behind me?
No.
That's the guy who tried to rob the place.
And he's naked.
So
did he come in here naked?
Yeah.
I mean, it's not weird for someone
to rob a store naked.
Lots of people do it, okay?
Anyway, I'm just gonna be leaving now,
and you're not gonna shoot me as I go.
Sir, don't touch that gun.
If you touch that gun,
I'm gonna have to maim you.
Sir, I'm sorry, I
Oh, gosh.
Oh.
Who are you?
I don't know.
Mr. Howard.
I've been following you for some time.
- Have you?
- Oh, don't worry.
I'm not a crazed fan of one of your films.
Unlike Edison and some of the rest,
I don't care for fiction.
It's not real. Doesn't matter.
My interest in you, though,
on the other hand
well, that does matter.
- How you figure that?
- Our destinies are, um
mathematically intertwined.
How long have you been
pretending to be this guy?
About ten years.
Ten years.
It's a living.
Mr. Howard.
Come down here.
Let's you and I talk.
I'm not gonna come down there.
- Come down here.
- I don't want to come down there.
Mr. Howard, I was there
with you in Alaska.
I doubt that very much.
Not physically, of course.
I'm not insane.
But I did license
a piece of software to West Tek,
which gave me access
to the T-45 Armor you wore.
So, I saw what you saw.
I saw it all.
I saw the demon in the snow.
And I believe that it's connected
to the future of this great nation.
And to your wife.
Like yourself, Mr. Howard,
I am an apex competitor.
We are the very best at what we do.
And what I do, is I know everything.
I know who is making what technology,
and I acquire that technology
at the most lucrative moment
in its span of functionality.
This week, I'm acquiring
Cold Fusion from Vault-Tec.
From my wife.
Correct.
It will allow me
to stay alive indefinitely
in roboticized, non-biological form
and protect Las Vegas
from the coming nuclear war.
Initiated by my wife.
Hmm.
Unclear.
By Vault-Tec, then?
No, I doubt that, despite what
we've both heard in that meeting.
Vault-Tec is a collision of bureaucrats.
Your wife, though
I don't know.
You said you knew everything.
I routinely design and run
mathematical paradigms
based on global, political,
and socioeconomic conditions
in an effort to predict future events.
And one spring morning,
the data coalesced,
and it told me, in no uncertain terms,
that the world would
well, end.
Calculator told you that?
The date of the end of the world
may not interest you, Mr. Howard.
But the date the data coalesced might.
April 14th, 2065, at 5:17 a.m.
Is that date of any interest to you?
That's my daughter's birthday.
Oh, that is vexingly curious, isn't it?
More curious is that you were not meant
to come to Vegas this weekend.
Your wife Barbara was meant to come alone.
The moment that you bought
your ticket to Las Vegas,
the date the world was going to end
jumped forward by one month.
What are you, a f-fortune teller now?
I am a mathematician,
a roboticist, and a casino owner.
And I don't know yet
how you figure into all of this,
but you most certainly do.
And I don't like unknown variables.
Irksome.
Not knowing exactly how you
play a part in ending the world.
You know, the
person who wanted me to kill you,
you know what they think?
They think that you are gonna end things
by selling Vault-Tec the weapons it needs.
No.
The bombs will not be dropped by me
or any of the idiots at that meeting.
What I believe
I believe there is a
another player at the table.
The same unknown entity
responsible for your demon in the snow.
- Who?
- I don't know.
It's like I said. Irksome.
As you see, I live my life
by one simple maxim.
- The House always wins, right?
- And it does.
I'm making sure of it
using every single piece
of technology at my disposal.
But what if I'm not the House?
What if someone else is?
What if you're just a fucking lunatic?
I'm a lunatic?
Yeah.
I would encourage you
to gaze inward, Mr. Howard,
to your small life,
spending your days
pretending to be a cowboy,
while your wife is making
apocalyptic proposals
at board meetings,
and I'm building a missile system
to defend this glorious city
from what's coming.
But from whom, Mr. Howard?
From whom?
Who ends the world?
Is it you? What if it is you?
I don't think you're a cowboy at all, no.
I think you're a killer!
I think I know exactly who you are!
Alright. Comms Room.
Clark, Pete, with me.
It's dead.
Who were you hoping to contact?
The investors.
Hey, Clark, you're project manager.
Get this operational, stat.
Shouldn't take long.
Hey, Pete, go try that one.
You okay?
Sorry.
You'd think it would have
all hit me at once, but, uh
Nope.
Even if my parents survived the bombs,
they'd be gone by now.
Same with my friends.
My cat.
Your cat have a name?
His name was Puppy.
- Puppy the cat.
- It's funny, huh?
I mean, not right now, I guess.
Yeah.
You don't strike me as the kind of person
who would sign up for a program like this.
Did you know going in about
the Future Enterprise Ventures?
Like I said, I just started
this job a week ago.
But everything these people talked about
sounded pretty nutty to me.
But you don't remember what they said?
Nothing about doing something
to the people in Vault 32 or 33?
No.
There was this exec.
Bud's boss? Her name was Barbara Howard.
She was in charge
of all the Vault proposals.
Do you know where her office is?
You're not really
Bud's successor, are you?
How'd you know?
Mm.
Because you're not absolutely nuts?
Thank you?
But the rest of them, they are nuts.
I mean, they bet their whole lives
on Bud Askins
and his weird multi-millennial plan.
If they realize you took that from them,
there's no telling what they'll do.
Sorry if that came across
as a little dramatic.
But in my defense, I did just see
the world end, like, a week ago.
I could really use a drink.
Do you want a drink?
- I've actually never had one.
- Really?
I'll be right back.
Future Enterprise Ventures.
F E-V.
Forced Evolutionary Virus.
You lied to us.
I think we can say
I am officially done with dru--
Window.
Watch it!
You done?
Thanks.
Least I can do, considering.
Who's that?
I'll let him explain.
Hi!
I was sent here by your father.
Mr. MacLean is very impressed
that you've followed him this far,
but he's quite secure
in an underground facility.
There's no reaching him from here,
not without his explicit invitation.
You're gonna walk right back out of here
and lead us to my father, now.
Unfortunately, I don't have permission.
Mr. MacLean is watching over
this gentleman's wife and daughter.
They are quite peacefully
resting in stasis.
And wouldn't it be a shame if Mr. MacLean
had to terminate that slumber prematurely?
They almost assuredly
wouldn't survive the process.
Don't listen to him.
Whatever it is, we can't trust him.
However, Mr. MacLean
is willing to make a deal,
one family's safety for another's.
Mr. MacLean will leave your wife
and daughter
safe and sound in their cryo chambers
if you bring his daughter
back to the safety of her Vault.
- What?
- Your father is in the process
of setting certain plans in motion.
He'd like it if you'd be able
to wait it out,
safe and sound, back at home.
Do you accept?
You can't actually be considering this.
Lucy, I brought you here to bargain with.
This is the bargain.
We were actually
beginning to get along.
Yeah.
Mm, wonderful!
I'll inform management
that you made an agreeable decision.
Good afternoon.
Take a nap.
When you wake up, you'll be home.
Couldn't be helped.
Family's a fucked-up thing.
Oh, my God. Cooper Howard!
Can I have a kiss?
You have to ride the missile!
I thought we were friends.
We need to talk.
My little Sugarbomb.
You always hurt ♪
the one you love ♪
The one you shouldn't hurt ♪
at all ♪
You always take ♪
the sweetest rose ♪
and crush it ♪
till the petals fall ♪
You always break ♪
the kindest heart ♪
with a hasty word you can't recall ♪
So, if I broke ♪
your heart last night ♪
it's because I love you ♪
most of all ♪