Fallout

Stop! Lucy!

I'm looking for my father.

You are my world.

He was kidnapped by this woman named Moldaver.

You need to go home.

Vault Dwellers are an endangered species here.

You come from a world of rules, of laws.

This place is indifferent to all of that.

I'm not going back without my dad.

Then you will have to adapt.

A bounty came down.

Somebody made a run... from the Enclave.

This target has with him an object

of profound potential

to harm our nation

or to save it.

- Where is it? - You can't treat people like this!

Yeah? Why's that?

Because of the golden rule.

"Do unto others as you would have done unto you."

What are you?

Oh, I'm you, sweetie.

You just give it a little time.

Vault-Tec is the largest company in America.

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

- What is it? - It's a listening device.

You want me to spy on my wife?

I will do whatever it takes to make sure the people I love...

That is you and that is Janey...

Go into a special Vault for management.

America has been locked in a resource war.

Vault-Tec bought the means to end that war.

Cold Fusion. Infinite energy.

Whoo.

A nuclear event would be a tragedy.

But also an opportunity.

Because war, well...

war never changes.

The water chip is destroyed.

The Vault only has enough water to keep our population alive for two months.

We are the lucky ones.

Three Vaults separated to prevent the spread of threats.

You don't think it's weird that we always elect an Overseer from Vault 31?

Steph's from Vault 31.

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

Is this where my dad's from?

These are Bud's Buds.

My Buds. A well-trained staff

of highly supervised junior executives

from my own assistant training program.

Because the future of humanity comes down to one word:

Management.

You know, I actually have to get back home.

My name isn't Titus. It's Maximus.

Titus is the name of the Knight who owned this suit before me.

You're a good person.

The Wasteland sucks.

The Brotherhood.

They're never gonna stop looking for the artifact.

Find me.

I will.

Give me my dad back.

But first...

what if I tell you who he really is?

Shady Sands.

Your father burned that city to the ground.

I wonder if anyone survived.

I did.

If the problem with the world is factions,

endlessly fighting, endlessly at war,

then what is the solution but to get rid of the factions?

To make the world us,

only ours to shape.

You see what this place does to people?

Now I've waited over 200 years

to ask somebody one question.

Where's my fuckin' family?

It's easier to track a stuck pig

than to ask it where it's off to.

Now you can stay here

or you could come meet your makers.

Okey-dokey.

All hail Knight Maximus!

All hail Knight Maximus!

All hail Knight Maximus!

All hail Knight Maximus!

You look out at this Wasteland,

looks like chaos.

But there's always somebody behind the wheel.

Could I help you have a better day?

Look, our primary concern at RobCo Industries

is creating greater efficiency in the workplace.

If the American government needs a hand

in settling our more international disputes...

well they know who to call.

Goddamn parasite is what he is.

We didn't vote for this dumb maggot.

Oh, yes we did.

Every dollar spent is a vote cast.

And that fellow right there, he has more votes

than every one of those pan-headed politicians in Washington.

You his biggest fan or somethin'?

Why yes.

Yes, I believe I am.

And if the will of the American people was to endow that man

with a significant portion of its wealth, well...

well, good golly, that can't be a bad thing now, can it?

What trade are you in, friend?

Construction.

Ah. So you must use the H&H Nail Gun.

It's a marvelous machine.

Nice in the hands, smooth action.

Sure beats using a silly old hammer, doesn't it?

Why, I thought you'd be grateful.

"Grateful."

I think you're in the wrong bar, pal.

Hmm, obsolescence.

It's a heck of a thing.

You know, I try and see it from your perspective,

but it's hard to imagine being so dim

as to be caught off guard by the inevitable.

Ah... Ah!

Hit me in the mouth.

I think I'd enjoy it.

I'm rarely wrong, but let's move on.

That is $31 million.

Now, what would you do for all of that money?

Short of ideas?

Well, that's no surprise. How 'bout I offer you one?

Allow me to put this...

on the back of your neck.

What the hell is it?

Oh, just call it good old-fashioned market research.

All I'm asking you to do is to insert this

into the back of your neck,

and all that nice money right there is yours.

How about I break those hands you've never used?

See if you even notice.

Then we'll take his money.

- These fucking rich people are so... - Eh, well...

I'd like for you to do me a small favor.

Get rid of your friends.

Bill.

Bill. Oh!

Ooh!

Ooh!

Oh, you fellows do use the H&H Nail Gun!

You should feel good about it.

You paid for all of this!

The world may end, but progress marches on.

Khans!

I got something real exciting for you today.

This asshole has been tormentin' us Khans

since before your granddaddies were born.

And today!

Some little bounty hunter put him right in our fuckin' laps.

So, now we settle the score!

How do you feel about that?

Didn't that used to be a store?

I think I bought a soda pop there 'bout 25 years back.

Are you about fuckin' done?

We got some justice to...

Darla! Yeah, woman behind the counter, her name was Darla.

She was a reasonable woman

'til you matching-jacket motherfuckers had to move in.

Well, it's been nice chattin' with y'all, but if it's okay with you...

I'm about ready to get on with it.

What, you can't hear me?

I'll say it louder. I said...

I'm about ready to get on with it.

To get on with it!

Fuck.

- Well, you... - Hi, excuse me.

Hi.

'Scuse me. So sorry.

I'm hoping you can settle an argument

between myself and my traveling companion there.

We are hunting down my father, who is not a good guy.

And on this journey, we found ourselves in need of food and supplies.

Plan A was to leave you alone and avoid this scenario altogether,

but we've tried that, and I'd just start starving to death.

Plan B... his idea, by the way... Was for me to turn him over to you

so that you would open up your safe and give me

the considerable bounty you put out on him.

- Fucking shoot! - The idea was I would shoot him down,

he'd take your weapons,

and use whatever violence necessary in order for us to escape.

Which, in my experience thus far is...

it's a lot of violence, so...

I'm really, really hoping you'll agree to Plan C?

What's Plan C?

You just let us go.

And we keep the caps you gave me,

which to be clear, we do need for our survival.

And just to ask the question, would it help if I said "please"?

Whoever kills the girl gets to eat the dog.

Okey-dokey!

Ah, jeez.

Ah, fuck!

Fucking amateur.