Fallout

Ain't much stays clean up here, Vaultie.

You'll see.

I don't think it's our job to help these people.

They're murderers.

So what do you propose we do?

We can do what they would've done to us.

Wow.

They killed my husband.

If your father were here, he'd...

he'd do the right thing.

You okay?

The whole "opening the vault door for Lucy" thing

didn't sit too well with the council, so...

I guess I'm not Gate-Keeper anymore.

I need the head.

It's the only way I can get my father back.

You can't treat people like this!

Yeah, why is that?

Because of the Golden Rule.

Wasteland's got its own golden rule.

Thou shalt get sidetracked by bullshit every goddamn time.

My name is Roger.

My name is Roger.

Roger.

Roger. My name is Roger.

My name is Roger.

My name's Roger.

My name is Roger.

Hey, Rog.

Hey. Hey.

Fancy seeing you out here.

You out for that bounty, too, huh?

Yep.

Oh, shit.

- How you feeling? - Oh...

You know... it's hard out here.

Dang smoothies can be so unkind.

I see you got a smoothie of your own.

You're turning.

Yeah. Yeah, maybe.

Maybe.

Hey, you-you don't happen to have any vials, do you?

Just one little puff and I'll be back on my feet.

You know I'm good for it.

I'm sorry, Roger. I'm all out.

That's okay. That's okay.

Though, um, you and your smooth-faced friend, you, um...

might want to clear out... before things get ugly.

I did okay.

Twenty-eight years since I first started showing.

Oh, hell.

Not as long as you, though.

You've outlasted us all.

How long since you first started wastelanding?

A long time.

That's a lot of vials.

Well, I've always been good

at making money, Roger.

Say...

...you remember how good food used to taste?

Yeah. BlamCo Mac & Cheese.

Ice cream and apple pie.

Hot damn.

Apple pie.

You know, my mom used to...

Wait...

Why'd you do that?

He was sick.

Stop. Stop, stop. Please, I...

No, I know it's hard up here, but you don't... you don't have...

you don't have to resort to... to...

What'd you say your name was?

Lucy MacLean.

MacLean?

Huh.

Well, Lucy MacLean,

it ain't all canned peaches and marmalade left up here, sweetheart.

Sometimes a fella's got to eat a fella.

Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm.

You know, my vault has endured hardship, too.

In the Great Plague of '77,

everyone had to quarantine, they couldn't work the farms together.

People starved.

My mother included.

My dad dropped to 128 pounds,

and he still refused to do anything like this.

What? What's so funny?

Well, there's what people say they did

and what they really did.

I'll bet your daddy was first in line at the cookout.

I bet he had a bib with a drawing of his neighbor's ass on there.

How do you live like this?

Why keep going?

Well, one good question deserves another.

Why the fuck am I doing all the work?

Now come on, Vaultie.

Ass jerky don't make itself.

- Morning, Woody. - Morning, Reg.

- Nice work on your posters. - Oh, thanks, Reg.

I've been admiring yours as well.

Any luck?

I asked him all sorts of questions.

Who he is, who he works for,

why his colleagues kidnapped Overseer MacLean.

What organizing principle, if any, they operate under.

Nothing, huh?

Two hundred years with no contact.

The terrible things this creature must have been through.

What's he doing?

Oh, no.

Sir? Please stop. You will injure yourself.

Fuck you!

We better tranq him again.

- For his own safety. - We'll try again tomorrow.

There you are.

Thought you might be up here.

Made pie if you'd like a piece.

I was there the first time that you tried rhubarb pie and ice cream.

You sure did like pie that day.

You came here to talk to me about what I said at the assembly.

And why do you think that is?

It upset people.

You don't like it when people get upset.

But you do?

You're not the only one that feels the absence of your father.

People here are hurting.

Disoriented.

And with your sister gone, you're the last standing MacLean.

Your voice carries more weight than you might realize.

I hid.

During the raid, I got in a storage space and I hid.

Does that make you angry?

Why does it matter?

Regular boys...

...can get angry and they'll just pee on the wall.

When clever boys like you are angry...

Hmm.

You're lucky not to have seen where that can lead.

Just tread lightly.

That's all I ask.

Mmm.

Now you're getting it.

How does that Golden Rule jibe with what's going through your head right now?

What are you?

Oh, I'm you, sweetie. You just give it a little time.

Where you think you going? You ain't going nowhere.

There you are, you little killer.

Aah!

Now, that right there is the closest thing we've had to an honest exchange so far.

- Hey. - Hey.

I thought I'd just stop by and see how you're doing.

- Not great, to be honest. - Mm.

First I lost Lucy, and then I lost my job as the Gate-Keeper.

- Right. - How are you handling the, uh...

...death of the father of your unborn baby?

Same.

I was actually just organizing some of Bert's things, and,

well, I thought maybe you might want some of them?

Oh.

This is all that's left of him.

He was a good man, Steph.

You think so?

Of course. I mean, what can you say?

Well...

He took great care of his shoes.

You know, it was one of the few things he truly loved.

Get him talking about shoe maintenance,

and...

he'd just carry on until everyone left the room.

I loved him so much.

And those monsters took him away from me.

Awful.

Hate those guys.

It would mean a lot to me if you took Bert's shoes.

Wow.

Thank you, Steph. I'll...

- I'll try to wear them. - Oh, good.

And this...

Oh, Bert.

Bert... Bert.

- Okay... - Oh, Bert.

Oh, Bert.

Oh, Bert.

Oh, Bert.

Bert.

Bert.

Oh, no, no, no.