Fallout

A nuclear event would be a tragedy.

-But also an opportunity. - Mr. Howard?

Huge fan. I'm Henry, but everyone calls me Hank.

If the American government needs a hand

in settling our more international disputes,

well, they know who to call.

Are you familiar with Robert House?

Are you asking me to spy on the wealthiest man in America?

Not spy on him.

Your wife is going to Vegas next week

to sell Cold Fusion to Robert House.

When the bombs drop, it'll be Robert House

that presses the button.

I'm in Vegas these days, back in your old stomping grounds.

Trying to pick up where you all left off.

When this is all over, you will be begging me to help you.

-I was Bud's personal assistant. -Hm.

"Future Enterprise Ventures"?

The whole plan for Vaults 32 and 33?

Phase 2 was very important to the experiment.

I know you think you being helpful

shootin' folks in the kneecaps and the ass.

- -Ah, fuck!

I'm not gonna apologize for not murdering people.

My name is Diane Welch,

congresswoman for the District of Glendale.

I don't think America can afford

any more corporate influence in Washington.

I take it you're not a vet.

'Til next time, Mr. Howard.

Got any cigarettes? I'd like to try one.

One addiction at a time.

Before we start, there's the small matter of my fee.

Fusion Core?

You don't see those around much anymore, do you?

Okey-dokey.

I defer to you about what to do in this situation.

Run.

- -

Do you have any more drugs? I really think I need some more drugs.

-You have any more? -Drugs?

No, I ain't got any more drugs!

Okay, then which weapon would you recommend for this?

-You got a rocket launcher in that bag? -Nope.

- -

- -

So, this is Vegas, huh?

Yep.

And those surprisingly smelly lizard monster bull things?

Have they always been here?

Nope.

Okay.

I'd ask why my dad ran into a den of giant monsters,

but you'd probably just tell me to shut the fudge up.

Before the war, there was a plan...

for a special Vault.

A Vault for management.

That's where my wife is.

Where my daughter is, too.

You never found it?

Oh no, I found one, in California.

It was empty.

Found another one in Oregon.

It was empty, too.

Turns out, there's more than a few special Vaults for management

sprinkled across the Wasteland.

All of 'em empty.

But I've never found one in Vegas.

So, you think if my dad's in there,

maybe your wife and daughter are, too?

Uh-huh.

And now, they're surrounded by these fuckin' things.

I think we should just go in there and get them.

You can't just waltz past a pack of Deathclaws.

They're called Deathclaws?

Look, I know it's not an ideal situation, but we--

Oh, uh, I'm okay. Thank you so much.

But nothing is, up here, right?

Now, I'll admit, I am in an altered mental state

but I think we should just shoot these monsters in the face.

And frankly, whatever we do, we need to do it quickly,

'cause I am very much out of drugs.

- -Take this.

There's a general store over there called Sonny's.

Ask for somethin' called Addictol.

It'll clean out all that shit you got runnin' through your veins.

Hey, maybe they'll have something to take down one of those lizards.

I wouldn't bet on it.

Where are you going?

To get fucked up.

Whiskey.

The bottle.

Guess you saw them Deathclaw things

come up from Quarry Junction.

They fightin' around the Strip.

Big whup.

Just another fuckin' round o' change in management's all it is.

Like one of 'em merry-go-rounds.

NCR. Legion. NCR. Legion.

Fuckin' robots.

No matter to me.

Always somebody tryna tell us what to do.

Long as they don't come 'round and charge me taxes,

I don't give a fuck.

Don't try to charge me taxes, lizard.

-I'll shoot your goddamn head off. -Stop...

talkin'.

While the government twiddles thumbs

at the negotiating table with our communist adversaries

from across the Pacific,

Captains of Industry gather in Las Vegas, Nevada,

to decide the fate of the free world.

And the leader of this historic summit?

Robert Edwin House, founder of RobCo,

the nation's leading robotics manufacturer.

So, what does this titan of the private sector

think about his odds at succeeding where the government has failed?

Where I come from, which is America,

the House always wins.

Mrs. Howard! Mrs. Howard! Coop! Hey.

I'm sorry I'm late. Uh, let me take your bags to the gate.

It looks like you already got your hands full.

Oh! I'm suddenly a very important person

and a possible assassination target.

-We'll meet you at the gate, Hank. -Okay!

Uh, you go ahead.

I gotta call my agent.

Alright.

Glad you chose to do the right thing.

Is that what you call killing a man?

Check the coin return.

If Robert House gets Cold Fusion, Vault-Tec gets the bombs.

This is the only way to stop it.

-Is this what I think it is? -You're a soldier.

You've killed before.

In uniform.

Wearing a costume doesn't make it any better.

I am giving you the opportunity to save countless lives

in exchange for one.

I think in this case, the ends justify the means.

You know, people've been saying shit like that for years.

I tell you what.

I'll stop the exchange. I'll get your Cold Fusion back.

But I'm not gonna kill a man to do it.

Corporate greed has no place in government!

Please, remain calm.

Hey, you sold us out!

There's a Vault-Tec hotel?

Your ad campaign has been an enormous success.

-Yeah. Ah. -

What a crazy world.

-Hello. I'm a big fan. -Oh yeah, okay. Sure.

Private companies shouldn't be allowed

to unilaterally dictate American policy.

I deserve to be part of this conversation.

I'm a United States congresswoman!

- -

Oh! That's Congresswoman Welch...

-Hey, here. -

-I'm really sorry about that. -No, it's fine.

Fighting the good fight is mostly a series of humiliations.

Coop?

Keep at it.

Oh, I, uh, I need to talk to those reps from RobCo.

-Care to join? -What do you think?

I'm gonna get a couple of drinks. Nukatini?

These government knuckleheads can't solve anything.