Fallout

/ cannot wait to look at everyone's faces when they see us

return with the target.

Maximus.

This stinky old head's mine now!

Isn't it weird that we always elect an Overseer from Vault 317

Some of us will be moving into Vault 32 to start anew.

They killed my husband.

If your father were here, he'd do the right thing.

I'm telling you, radicalism is sweeping through Hollywood.

You should come to a meeting.

You should learn the truth about where your wife works.

Mr. Howard?

I'm a big fan.

Welcome to Vault 4.

Stay out of level 12.

Where's your power from?

I see you found our fusion core.

Sandra, we're home.

Sandra?

Thank you, darlin'.

Oh, wait, you thought...

Come on, now.

Sandra, wait outside.

Lead farmer, huh?

I...

I probably still got some of your lead in me somewhere.

But today,

I'm just looking for information.

I'll tell you anything as long as you leave us in peace.

Say, am I out of date,

or did I hear you had three kids?

I had an older son, but he's gone.

He took up with that mad woman in the hills two years ago.

We haven't heard from him since.

Hmm.

There's always some new little faction, ain't there?

Brand-new team of believers with their own dumb-ass ideas

about how they gonna save the world.

What did you say the name of your eldest was?

Was it Rufus?

I didn't say...

That must make you Tommy.

What did you do? What is that envelope?

Well, you see, Daddy-o, from what I can tell,

ol' Rufus got Tommy here mixed up with that mad woman, too.

Now, according to this,

Rufus sent Tommy a stash of caps to pay a courier

for "the safe transport of an Enclave Defector."

To that very same mad woman in the hills, Moldaver.

But my problem is,

by the time I got this letter off your brother,

it was a little bit hard to read.

For some reason, I just can't make out her location.

Now you give me that location,

and I'll be on my way.

I'm sorry.

Tell him, son. Just tell him.

I didn't wanna spend my life digging through dirt.

I wanna build something, and we have a chance...

Tell him what he wants to know, or else he's gonna kill us all!

Including your little sister.

She's... She's at the observatory.

Now please leave us.

So, whatchu think, Tommy?

Am I really walkin' outta here today, or are you gonna try and draw on me

for what I did to your big brother?

He won't.

Maybe not today, but maybe someday.

Tommy!

What is it about California, that we all came to this place?

Maybe it's the sunshine, maybe it's the friendly people.

When you think of the promise of the American dream,

you think of California.

But it is just a dream. It's not real.

We were told the atom bomb meant the end of war.

That didn't work out, did it?

We were told America's always getting better.

It's always moving toward a better future.

But the future is getting closer, and we can see it.

Their "better future" is a cliff's edge,

and it's coming up fast, isn't it?

These soldiers that we're fighting abroad, their families,

we have more in common with them

than we do with the people here in power, the real enemy.

That's about all the horseshit I can take.

Coop. Coop. Come on.

Mr. Howard?

I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said.

I said that, uh,

this is about all the horseshit

-I can take. -

I didn't realize that America's favorite gunslinger

-was so sensitive. -

I have my principles, Miss Williams, that's all.

And those principles of yours,

how much did Vault-Tec pay to take them off your hands?

Well, this is America.

Everybody has a sponsor, and I'm not ashamed to earn a living.

Vault-Tec is the largest company in America.

There's a lot of money in selling the end of the world.

Well, I'm sure there's a lot of money in selling

a political ideology that ends in breadlines.

Okay. Sorry. This was a mistake. We'll be leaving.

No, I'm quite glad you brought Mr. Howard today.

You see, it happens that I know your wife.

And perhaps a side of her you don't.

How do you know my wife?

My research company was acquired by her division.

We were developing this kind of technology

that's difficult to monetize.

Cold fusion, infinite energy.

That's what I was on the verge of achieving

when Vault-Tec swept in and bought up every company I'd ever worked for.

Every one of them? So, what are you?

A millionaire communist?

Hypocrisy is like violence in your movies.

If you only let the bad guys use it, the bad guys win.

Yeah? I got a little showbiz secret for ya.

A good bad guy doesn't see themselves as the bad guy.

America has been locked in a resource war for over a decade.

Vault-Tec bought the means to end that war.

The same war you fought in.

So they could put it on the shelf?

All because it didn't fit into their business model.

I want your help in getting it back.

What is it?

It's a listening device.

A listening device? What do you...

You want me to spy on my wife?

-Good luck with the revolution. -No, keep it.

As a token.

I'm not a communist, Mr. Howard.

That's just a dirty word they use to describe people who aren't insane.

We let you into our home,

tended to your wounds, gave you food and water.

But you had to go to Level 12.

I saw what you were doing to those poor women.

You're experimenting on them. It's sick!

She needs to see the holotape.

All right. Play the tape.

Okay.

-What is this? -Your history.

Overseer Hawthorne, final log entry.

At this point, it would be irrational of me

not to acknowledge that these may be my last words.

But despite our results here,

I want to reiterate that a society governed by scientists

-really is the ideal social structure. -

What happened here should not be used as a case study

for what happens when scientists are given unregulated control.

I need a little help!

And hybridizing humans with radioactive resistant species still has potential.

Our test subjects were less compliant than we expected.

Cassandra! Cassandra!

-Oh, my God! -

No! No! No!

No!

Sorry, I haven't seen that footage in a long time.

But it's a stirring reminder of what this place is all about.

I... I don't understand.

In the lab, I... I saw your doctors...

Trying to ease the pain of the poor souls

your people lured into this place.

His ancestors were used as lab rats

by the original residents of Vault 4, until the lab rats rebelled.

The creature in the video was actually my great uncle Peter, on my mom's side.

I'm so sorry. I...

I had no idea the original Vault dwellers here were so, so weird.

I mean, my Vault's not like this.

What was the experiment in 33?

Well, there is no experiment.

Your ignorance cannot excuse your cruelty.

You have infected our home with violence and now, you must pay the price.

No.

Please. Please, I'm a good person.

Please, please. Let me go. Let me go!

Are you done?

Okay, okay, here we go.

Oh, shit.

I'm gonna fucking die.

Ow! Hey, that's my foot. It's not food, okay?

You know what, if you were a person,

you wouldn't have any friends, you realize that?

Ow!

Okay, I gotta re-evaluate here.

What do I need, what do I need?

This fucking stupid thing. You want this too, huh?

Everybody wants this.

Guess what, it's mine.

You think everything's for you.