Neon City

Nice dogs.

Hmm, taste good too.

Hey, you're in luck.

I just made some fresh bread.

I've got gravy too.

Captain.

Captain.

Where are they? - Get back.

Get back.

Take cover, take cover. - Hiya, hiya.

Hiya, hiya.

Where are you?

Face me.

Face me.

You know what?

You're empty.

You know, you're real lucky.

Those Skins would've carved you alive.

Ha, Red Star.

Lady, you're worth a lot of credits.

How you doing, guys?

It's your lucky day, come on.

Let's get you to town.

He's gone!

Nemar,

where are you?

Nemar,

where are you?

Come on, get out.

Out.

- Where are you going? - Try to surround me, did ya?

No.

They're all dead, they're all dead.

About six months now.

Yeah, yeah, that'll work.

How you doing?

I'm bringing in a Red Star.

Entry papers.

I've been through here before.

Yeah, I know.

Harry M. Stark, we've heard all about you.

Papers.

- Stark, the Ranger? - Ex-Ranger.

Now he's just an Outland bounty hunting garbage collector.

If you catch my drift. - Oh yeah.

Catch this.

Hold it.

Now, she belongs to me

'til I make my delivery and get my credits.

Anyone got a problem with that?

- Sergeant? - Hmm?

- Sir? - No problem.

Clear this.

- Clear. - Get outta here.

Thank you very much, sir.

No, no, no, it's mine.

Leave me alone.

No, it's mine, it's mine.

No, leave me alone.

Did you hear? Leave me alone, no.

No. - Get out.

Attention, Attention.

Jericho immigration will not open today.

Jericho immigration will not open.

Overland Transport, Neon City.

Leaving Jericho.

Making for Astro Station.

All transient passports

must be presented at Jericho Ranger Station.

Mutants report to Jericho quarantine immediately.

All mutants report directly to quarantine.

Brand identification is mandatory.

Brand IDs verified and renewed at the medical station.

Food distribution will remain open until 14:00 hours.

Jericho food distribution is limited to even numbers only.

Odd distribution on odd days.

Food allotments may not be exceeded.

Allotments may not be exceeded.

Medical supplies are unavailable until further notice.

All Skins are restricted to main floor services.

Attention, all transient passports

must be presented at Jericho Ranger Station.

Mutants report to Jericho quarantine immediately.

I got 357 reloads, they're lead.

Oh, dumdums.

You want split heads or mercuries?

I'll split 'em myself.

Jericho housing levels two and five

will close to maintain anti-toxic integrity

for three hours daily between 09:00 and 12:00 hours.

This condition will continue until further notice.

This is Jericho, Jericho Station.

Check in please.

103, hold.

Gimme some more pressure, more.

Can I get some attention please?

I've got a drop off.

We're full up.

Nah, you'll make room for this one.

- Bring 'em around in front. - Why?

We haven't been booking whores for years.

- I'm no whore. - Oh yeah?

- Hold on a second. - Too bad.

I'd pay for a slice.

- Look, just log her in, I'll be back for my credits.

See you around, asshole.

Enjoy the bath.

Attention, Red Star.

Restrain with extreme prejudice.

- It's looking good. - What's the matter,

lose your appetite? - Extreme prejudice.

- What's it this month? - Dog food again.

It's canned and some-

- Keep moving, keep moving. - Dog biscuits and jerky.

I'm sorry,

you've exceeded your allotment for the month, next.

I can't wait.

Look, I've got money.

New credits. - Next.

But I...

- Oh please Mr. Gary, just one the more week.

Oh, I know.

I'll even throw in a midnight show for free.

All new material. - Dicky,

you know I think you're the best, I'd do anything for you.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, except give me another week.

I can't even give you another day.

Too many people know what you've been selling

out of that little suitcase of yours, Dicky.

It's bad for my business.

Somebody has to do it.

I help people.

They need me.

Selling death ain't funny, Dicky.

Look, I wish you the best and I hope

the audition in Neon City pays off.

Hell, look at the bright side.

The air's gotta be better up there.

- Say, what's the weather forecast for tomorrow?

I know you're going to tell me.

Cloudy with a slight chance of acid-

Acid rain.

Dicky, good luck, pal.

I'll need it.

Oh god.

You could try the black market for food.

Are you the black market?

Not exactly.

Such a nasty cough.

Isn't that better?

That's the last time, Tom.

Nah.

Yeah, sure, 'til you need some more cash.

Find yourself another source.

Why would I do that?

Your stuff is the best.

I'm through with this.

- Oh Christ, you got a booming business here.

You got people crawling in here

with all kinds of diseases, cancers.

Hell,

the world going to crap

is the best thing that ever happened to you.

I'm quitting, Tom.

If you don't leave me alone, I'll turn you in if I have to.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Go on mutant, get outta here.

- You ever heard of a prosecutor named Jenkins?

Who the hell hasn't?

He took both my sister's kids.

Of course now, it's Captain Jenkins.

- Captain of what? - Rangers.

He left Genetic Prosecutions about a year ago.

They made him head honcho over in Neon City.

- Hmm, Captain Jenkins. - What's he to you?

- He served papers on my family, I'm gonna kill him.

Step away from the bar, tough guy.

I heard you were freelance in the Outlands.

I was.

I heard you even went back East.

I did.

Did you bring me back anything?

Have you been a good boy?

- Stark, you're an ungrateful son of a bitch.

But a sight for sad eyes all the same.

- It's good to see you. - Good to see you.

- Let me buy you a drink. - Absolutely.

It's been too long.

Tell me, you got nothing better

to do than to piss my people off?

That's not hard to do.

You noticed that.

Stark,

you got lucky at Annie's. - Sorry I missed you.

- You boys want to be sure to be out of here by dark.

Now go on, move out. - Whatever you say, Captain.

We'll see you in the Outlands, Stark.

- That Red Star you brought in, that's a nice piece of work.

Torched her own home, murdered her own parents.