The Sector

This is Lyndsey Bird, reporting live from the White House,

where the Secretary of Defense has confirmed

that the internet kill switch has been initiated due to cyber terrorism.

Unconfirmed reports of catastrophic failure in global

telenet and communications systems. Trading on all major

financial markets has been suspended indefinitely.

They're calling it the Drek Virus. The Prime Minister

has declared a state of emergency. The source

of the virus, which has crippled the core

of modern society, remains a mystery. As food and water grow

scarce, people want answers, and they're tired of waiting.

Despite martial law another violent day of riots and unrest.

The D.O.D. confirms that the Drek Virus has gone global,

forcing the worldwide economy to stop all foreign trade.

The President has declared a state of emergency.

Rioting and looting are flooding the streets here in Washington.

We're being told to evacuate the area by the National Guard.

The death toll continues to rise.

I'm getting a report that we're going off the air now.

Good night and good luck to all of you. Godspeed.

What's your poison?

Red Eye.

That's gonna cost ya.

You know how much it cost's to keep that

generator running outside?

Just pour the drink.

Ain't seen you around here before.

Looking for someone.

You a chaser? Listen, I don't want any trouble.

Relax. Just looking for a man. Calls himself "Ringo."

Can't say I heard of him.

Big guy in his forties. Wears an eye patch.

A real eyesore if you ask me. You sure you haven't seen him?

What are you after him for?

He robbed a supply caravan en route to Union City.

Killed a couple of troopers in the process.

Isn't that right Ringo?

And what do they call you?

What's it to you?

I always like to know the name of a man

before I cut him to pieces.

If I were you I wouldn't try that. The way I see it

you have two options. You can walk out of here

real peaceful like, or I can carry you out.

What's it gonna be?

I've got news for you, Union Man. This is the Barrens.

Your rules, don't apply here.

Wrong answer.

By the way, the name's Dresher.

Keep going!

Dresher.

Brennan.

Been tracking this maggot for weeks.

So why don't you throw a little professional courtesy my way

and hand him over.

I wasn't asking. Get in Ringo.

You... throw away the piece.

I'll remember this.

I'll see you back in Union City, Dresher.

We'll have a drink.

I'll even buy.

Whaddya know. This day keeps getting better and better.

ARGH! Son of a bitch.

Dresher! Are you kidding me? Dresher get me out of this.

Did you do this? Did you set a trap?

You should keep your distance.

You son of a bitch.

You're not taking him. You're not taking my bike.

My bike is worth more than your life.

You might want this. Maybe not.

C'mon man you can't leave me out here for the wolves.

Dresher! You can't leave me out here.

Dresher! I swear, the next time I see you, your ass, is mine!

Son, where I come from there are two types of people,

thieves, and takers. And you son, you are a taker.

You have taken advantage of my kindness.

You come into my house and you do not bring

the payment you owe me. And you expect me to give

you some kind of leniency?

Shamrock please. I didn't mean to disrespect you.

I can pay you what I owe you. I just need some more time.

Time? Take a look around yourself son.

Time is something that none of us have.

And yours has just run out.

You're going back to the prison mines.

No! No please. I'll give you anything you want.

You don't have anything that I want.

Get him out of here.

No! Not the mine! Anywhere but the mine!

No please, anything Shamrock no! No!

Well well well. Look at who just breezed in.

Shamrock.

You know Dresher, I'd given you up for dead.

You did get him right?

I got him.

How long has it been? What, I sent you out after

Ringo more than a week ago. You know Dresher, there was a time

when you could track a bounty before the sun could set

and the moon could rise. What happened?

Is that why you sent Brennan after my mark?

Brennan? Brennan. Oh Brennan!

Oh right. Have you seen that arrogant little prick lately?

Yeah in The Barrens where I left him.

Don't ever send another chaser after my bounty. You got that?

Heh heh heh. You know Dresher, if I was you,

I would start to sleep with one eye open.

I'll take my chances. Where's my gold?

Yep. I got your payment for you right here. Pay him.

Also got something else you might be interested in.

I doubt it.

Hold it. This is serious. Now, something is going down.

Something big. You ever hear of the name Anson? John Anson?

Once maybe.

Yeah well the word is he has a gang that rides with him.

Call themselves the Black Sashes.

They've been scrounging around in the Barrens ever since

this world went to shit. Now, they've been causing

all kinds of grief and havoc. Raping women, burning towns.

The whole nine yards.

Your point?

The Union has put a price on his head and they must want him

really really bad because this is the biggest payday...

...I've ever seen. Thirty kilos of gold prime.

Thirty. Kilos?

You also know that every tracker is gonna be out

there, gunning for him. Here are the goods.

I want you to do what you do well. I don't give a shit

if all his limbs are missing. I have one request.

You bring him back alive.

I'll give it some thought.

Yeah well I wouldn't think about it too long Dresher.

You know there's always... Brennan.

You should really tell me when you plan on stopping by.

You should really learn to lock

your doors at sundown, Reverend Raines.

My doors are always open. This is God's house, remember?

What's God gonna do when a gang comes in here

and steals everything you have?

I'm gonna do what the good lord gave me the

common sense to do. I'm gonna shoot 'em.

Heh. Gonna shoot 'em?

Look at you. Red Eye. The Devil's Kool Aid.

I am not in the mood for a sermon.

You know Dresher, before this all happened,

before the world dilapidated, I did a lot of bad things.

Did harm to some good people who didn't deserve it.

Here we go.

I remember once I robbed a liquor store.

This kid was behind the counter. When I put that gun in his face,

he looked at me. Wasn't a look of fear. Not anger.

It was solace. Like somehow I was about to release

that kid from a life of pain. Sometimes I see that same look

in your face my friend.

Told you I was in no mood for a sermon. And I don't

wanna be released.

Bullshit. You got no past. You got no future. A man

with no memory of who he is a dangerous man.

Point is, you may never know who you really are,

and sometime you're gonna have to come to terms with that.

Appreciate the bed.

Reverend, the liquor store. What happened?

It's open.

Aaryn Honey, there's somebody here to see you.

Can't you see I'm with a client?

He won't take no for an answer.

Aaryn. How ya been?

I've been, great Dresher. How've you been?

I need to talk to you.

Well, I'm a real busy right now.

It won't take long.

What do you want?

I'm after a mark.

You never change do you?

You haven't shown your face in almost a year and when you do

it's about some bounty you're after. Go to hell.

Wait. Who did that to you?

It's not really your problem is it?

That's fair. Listen. I'm working on something big.

Real big. And when I'm done the Union is gonna pay

me enough gold prime so we can get the hell outta here and

go wherever we wanna go.

Dresher, I'd really like to believe you, but

you're just like all the rest. You're all promise. Nothing else.

I don't want this for you. I never did.

Right now I need your help.

You know everybody that comes through these parts.

Who are you looking for?

This guy.

The guy's name is Anson.

Has he been here?

Bout a week ago.

He and his boys showed up drunk as hell.

Beat on all the girls here. Paid well but they

weren't exactly worth the trouble.

You're telling me Anson did this?

No. Anson was strange but he wasn't hostile.

He spoke of things. Odd things. Something about going home.

The guy gave me the creeps. He did his business and he left.

So he um...

Yes, me and him cause that's what I do remember?