Fallout

I know we're all hurting right now.

But our priority has to be to maintain the security of this Vault.

They don't wanna find Dad.

If they did, they wouldn't be in charge.

I'm bringing him home.

Hit him again!

Shoot it!

You stupid motherfucker, you know this is all your fault.

They'll kill you for this.

Not if I bring back the target.

You can change the future

if you can bring me to Moldaver.

Just my head.

You are a Vault dweller.

If you're going to survive, you need to act like a surface dweller.

Question is, will you still want the same things...

when you have become a different animal altogether?

Please, sir.

Please, stop. Please.

There's an old Mexican eulogy: "Feo, fuerte y formal.”

It means, "He was ugly, strong, and had dignity."

Well, Joey,

I'll give you two out of three on that front.

Do I really have to kill him?

Cut!

Check the gate!

Can we get Hair and Makeup?

Emile, come over here and I'll talk to you for a second?

Here you go. Hell of a day. Boy, it was a great scene.

Listen, I gotta talk to you about these new pages, you know.

I mean, I'm the sheriff, right?

Why can't I just arrest him like I normally do? That's what I do.

The audience, Coop, yeah? They already know you're a good man.

They wanna see that even a good man as yourself can be driven so far...

I understand that, but it's not really my thing, Emile,

that's not what I do. I mean is Bob around here anywhere?

Bob's been fired, Coop.

-What? -Studio fired him.

Why?

See, turns out,

Bob's a bit of a communist.

-A communist? -Yeah.

-Cadillac Bob? -Cadillac Bob, the very one.

-What a shame, he's such a great writer. -Terrible shame.

One of the best, but he had to go,

which is why this movie is so important.

-Right. -You see, it's a new kind of western,

the power of the individual when the chips are down,

a new America, that's what I'm telling you.

So, that's why it would be really great

if you could just shoot Jorge in the fucking head, yeah?

Please! 'Cause out here,

it's just you, your gun, and your personal code

bringing order to the wild, wild West.

Hey, let's pick this up after lunch, all right?

Are you gonna save any of that grape taffy for the rest of us?

It's not grape. It's lavender.

Well, if you like the taste of lavender, why not just drink a bottle of perfume?

You know, a lot of people like to write it off as some old lady flavor,

but it's subtle, flirtatious.

Tastes like someone touching you for the first time.

Well, may I?

Hmm.

Um...

That's the worst thing I've ever put in my mouth.

-That's horrible. -Taffy?

Well, you gotta ask your mother.

-Please, Mommy? -Sure, sweetheart.

Wow, unbelievable.

Hey.

I'm sorry, make-up.

Sorry, lipstick.

I'll take it.

-Okay, we should get going. -All right.

Photographer's ready and waiting.

Okay, what is this?

A bit of a costume change for you, Mr. Howard.

Okay.

Oh, look at that.

They even made it in your color.

Let's see if it fits.

Okay, Janey, let's go.

-Come on here. -Are you nervous?

Don't worry, baby. You're working with a pro.

Hey, you wanna race? Okay!

Come on, let's go find the rest of him.

All right, what is so special about you?

- -Ow.

Okay, okay.

Keep your secret, sir.

Just in case.

To keep you extra safe.

Yeah.

Snug as a bug.

Boy, that knight really was something, huh?

I wonder who he was.

Knight Titus.

Knight Titus.

Knight Titus.

This is Knight Titus.

Over.

This is Petty Officer Shortsight. You missed your check-in.

We were attacked.

By an abomination.

And my squire, he fell in battle.

He died with honor

and glory.

Stupid. Stupid.

Copy that, we'll get you a replacement squire right away.

No. No, I'm okay.

All good here.

It's not a problem, we got plenty of squires.

We should get your squire...

Yep, I'll be right back.

I can fix it. Cost you five caps.

Could you do it for four?

No.

It's extra if you do it fast.

Thanks.

Hey.

Fuck!

Step away from the armor.

Let's go.

Kick the shit out of him.

Finders keepers...

milord.

Please.

Let's get her open.

Open it, open it!

What're you doing, you fucking moron?

It's righty tighty, lefty loosey.

Fuck with me now!

Get off of me!

Fuck him up!

My fucking armor!

Fuck him up, fuck him up.

The fuck!

No, no, no.

No cause for alarm, citizens.

This is a Brotherhood delivery.

No cause for alarm.

Okay.

Fuck.

Knight Titus.

I am Thaddeus.

And I'm honored to be in your charge.

I vow to protect and serve you,

however you deem fit.

My lord, have I said something wrong?

I do not know what I have done to offend, but I beg for mercy!

Please! Please!

Please, please.

Knight Titus! Please!

I'll do anything!

Arise, my squire,

and clean this.

Of course, Knight Titus.

I also bring new orders from the Elder Cleric,

which I humbly relay.

We're not the only ones in search of this remnant from the old world.

The Elder Cleric says

whoever gets the target will control the Wasteland.

And we're to Kill whomever stands in our way.

Understood.