Yahoo!
- Bull's-eye! - You bet, Dad!
You go straight home.
Okay!
Bombs away!
Sayonara, sucker!
No preservatives, just pure water!
Cool, clear water.
Hey, step up, schmuck, get some dealing done.
H20, that's my go.
Hey, don't you understand? This is water. You can't live without it.
What's a little fallout, huh? Have a nice day! Water!
You get a sack of grain...
...or a woman for two hours.
- What are you trading? I'm looking for someone.
Are you trading or not?
He was driving a team of camels.
People come here to trade, make a little profit, do a little business.
If you've nothing to trade, you've got no business in Bartertown.
An hour on the inside, that's all.
- Next! - I got skills, I can trade them.
Sorry. The brothel's full.
One hour.
- And if you find him, what then? - I'll ask him to return what's mine.
Oh, and of course he'll be desperate to clear his conscience.
He will be.
- Are you that good? - Mm-hm.
Perhaps you've got something to trade after all.
Keep talking.
Twenty-four hours of your life.
In return, you'll get back what was stolen.
Sounds like a bargain.
It's not. Let's talk. Come inside.
Leave your weapons here. It's the law.
Remember, this is the vehicle... - Wait a minute.
...that sent Detroit broke. Hey. Hey!
Where did you get these animals?
The glorious dromedary. The ship of the desert.
They've got independent suspension, power steering and no emission control.
Ride them away now.
Make me an offer.
A warrior, Aunty.
Lost everything. Looking for a deal.
But he's just a raggedy man.
He's quick.
Ironbar...
...think he can do it?
Maybe.
And what did you do before this?
I was a cop, a driver.
But how the world turns.
One day cock of the walk, next, a feather duster.
Play something, Ton Ton. Something tragic.
Do you know who I was?
Nobody.
Except on the day after, I was still alive.
This nobody had a chance to be somebody.
So much for history. Anyway... Water? Fruit?
Congratulations. You're the first to survive the audition.
Drink.
It's okay.
Come with me.
Look around, mister. All this I built.
Up to my armpits in blood and shit.
Where there was desert, now there's a town.
Where there was robbery, there's trade.
Where there was despair, now there's hope.
Civilization.
I'll do anything to protect it.
Today it's necessary to kill a man. What do you say?
What do you pay?
I'll re-equip you. Vehicles, animals. Fuel, if you want.
It's a generous offer.
Why me? You've got warriors, you've got weapons. Just give the order.
We are dealing with subtleties here.
This is no enemy. It's almost family.
Oh, I see, real civilized.
The reasons don't concern you, just the conditions.
You want the deal or not?
Huh.
The first is that no one knows you're working for Aunty.
You hit him, you go.
The second is, it's a fair fight.
And third is, it's to the death.
Who's the bunny?
Called it Underworld. It's where Bartertown gets its energy.
What, oil, natural gas?
Pigs.
You mean pigs like those? That's right.
- Bullshit. - Pigshit.
- What? - Pigshit.
The lights, the motors, the vehicles...
...all run by a high-powered gas called methane.
Methane comes from pigshit.
Have a look. Tell me what you see.
I see a big guy giving a little guy a piggyback.
MasterBlaster. They're a unit.
They even share the same name.
The little one is called Master. He's the brains.
He runs Underworld.
The other one is Blaster. He's the muscle.
Together they can be very powerful.
And they are also arrogant.
We want to keep the brain, dump the body.
He's big. How good is he?
He can beat most men with his breath.
I want a closer look at him. How do I get in there?
-It's a factory, isn't it? Ask for work. - I know nothing about methane.
You can shovel shit, can't you?
Hey, you!
Let's talk!
Hey!
Come on, free man, come help a convict. You don't want to end up like me, do you?
How long are you in for?
The big one. Life. Ha, ha.
For killing a pig?
I had to feed the kids.
Ah, doesn't worry me. Down here life's two, three years.
Where is that bum mechanic Blackfinger?
Heh. Hi.
Uh, we got a real problem.
Twelve pounds of dynamite, all set to blow.
Problem? You expert! Disarm!
Right.
Uh, heh.
It's a class job. One mistake, it'll blow the crap out of this place.
- Literally. - Think what to do!
Yeah. Right. Heh.
Uh, now, the dynamite is connected to the timing device...
...which is connected to the switch, which I can't find...
...which is connected to the, uh...
...battery.
- I'll disconnect the battery! I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Who you?
- Me Max. - You smart.
- That's my vehicle. - Disarm!
- How much? - No trade. Do!
Fetch!
Me order. Me Master!
Me run Bartertown!
Sure, that's why you live in shit.
Not shit! Energy!
Ugh. Call it what you like, still smells like shit to me.
Not shit! Energy! No energy, no town!
Me king Arab!
Sure. Me, fairy princess.
Embargo, on!
Embargo on! Main valve off!
Four, three, two...
For God's sake, what now?
Who run Bartertown?
Damn it. I told you, no more embargoes.
More, Blaster.
Who run Bartertown?
You know who.
Say.
MasterBlaster.
Say loud.
MasterBlaster.
MasterBlaster what?
MasterBlaster runs Bartertown.
Louder!
MasterBlaster runs Bartertown.
Lift embargo.
All right, back in line. Come on!
- You want foot in face? - Uh-uh.
Disarm.
Good boy.
Over here, Blaster.
- Hey, mister. What are you laying for? - Nothing.
- Who are you? - Nobody.
No, mister, I can feel it. The dice are rolling!
I want my camels, my vehicle, food, water, methane.
Huh?
Deal. - Okay, you said a fair fight.
- What do you mean by that? - As provided by the law.
Thunderdome.
Two men, hand-to-hand. No jury, no appeal, no parole.
Two men enter, one man leaves.
Weapons?
Anything's possible. Chance decides.
Thunderdome. How do I get in there?
That's easy. Pick a fight.
Everybody have a good time!
That's my vehicle and I want it back!
Hearing wonky. Sounds like an order.
- That's right. - Yumping Yesus!
Him sad. Brain broken.
Me explain.
This my vehicle. You...
...pedestrian! Drive on!
Three seconds, break neck. One.
Two.
MasterBIaster!
Listen to the law!
Aunty, two men in dispute.
These our witness, Aunty.
Us suffer bad. Us want justice.
We want Thunderdome!
You know the law. Two men enter, one man leaves.
This Blaster. Twenty men enter, only him leave.
Then it's your choice. Thunderdome.
Aunty! Aunty! Aunty!
Welcome to another edition of Thunderdome!
Listen on! Listen on!
This is the truth of it.
Fighting leads to killing, and killing gets to warring.
And that was damn near the death of us all.
Look at us now, busted up and everyone talking about hard rain.
But we've learned by the dust of them all. Bartertown's learned.
Now when men get to fighting, it happens here.
And it finishes here.
Two men enter, one man leaves.
And right now, I've got two men.
Two men with a gut full of fear.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls...
...dying time's here!
He's the ball cracker. Death on foot.
You know him. You love him! He's Blaster!
The challenger, direct from out of the Wasteland.
He's bad. He's beautiful. He's crazy! it's--
It's the man with no name!
Thunderdome's simple. Get to the weapons, use them anyway you can.
I know you won't break the rules. There aren't any.
Remember where you are.
This is Thunderdome.
Death is listening, and will take the first man that screams.
Prepare!
Two men enter, one man leaves!
Whoa!
Come on!
Blaster, Blaster, Blaster.
Huh?
Kill him, kill him, kill him.
- Kill him! - Kill him! Kill him!
- You know the law! - This is Thunderdome!
Kill him!
No, no! Look at his face!
He's got the mind of a child.
It's not his fault.
Blaster, I'm sorry.
This wasn't part of the deal.
Deal?
What do you mean, "deal"?
You must have tasted it. It was in your hands.
- You had it all! - I'm talking to you!
What do you mean, "deal"?
No more methane!
This place, finished!
No, little man.
We've only just begun.
Oh, no.
No, no.
No!
No, no.
Open it.
Two men enter. One man leaves!
What's this?
Do you think I don't know the law? Wasn't it me who wrote it?
And I say that this man has broken the law.
Right or wrong, we had a deal.
And the law says, "Bust a deal, face the wheel."
Bust a deal and face the wheel.
Bust a deal, face the wheel.
All our lives hang by a thread.
Now we've got a man waiting for sentence.
But ain't it the truth? You take your chances with the law.
Justice is only a roll of the dice...
...a flip of the coin, a turn of the wheel.
Gulag. Gulag. Gulag.
Fix it.
You run Bartertown.
You fix.
No!
Not pigs! No!
That's enough!
Do you want to use him or kill him? Bring him up.
Master, do what lronbar says.
Uh, uh-- I Will. Yeah, I Will.
Savannah!
Finn, look.
It's him. I finded him.
It's Captain Walker.
What's his talk? He ain't made no wordstuff.
It's a long track. Maybe he's burned out.
Maybe. Maybe he's just listening.
Walker? Hello? Walker?
Maybe he's talking, but we ain't hearing.
You see his lips ain't moving.
Not with wordstuff, with sonic.
That ain't never gonna work, sonic-bonic bullshit!
MFP eight-one.
A memorandum:
For the cannibalization...
MFP, COPY-
Hey, it's the Goose.
You're a lucky boy. Not even a road rash.
Hey, Midge,
don't write off the Goose until you see the box going into the hole.
Yeah, well, don't wreck my truck now.
- I'll bring it back tomorrow. - Yeah, no hurry.
Hey, you sure you're all right?
Couldn't be righter.
Jimmy the Goose, larger than life and twice as ugly!
Light me, Johnny.
Light another.
This is a threshold moment, Johnny. Step through.
Toecutter, this isn't what I want.
Light it!
The Bronze, they keep you from being proud.
Look at him. He looks silly, doesn't he, upside down?
- Do it for freedom and the Nightrider! - I can't.
- Throw it. - No!
You scum-sucking trash!
Throw it!
I can't stand the pain!
Max.
Max! Hey, Max!
That thing in there, that's not the Goose. No way.
I was hungry.
Peanut butter and honey.
I just can't get it clear in my head, Jess.
He was so full of living, you know. He ran the franchise on it.
Now there's nothing.
Here I am, trying to put sense to it
when I know there isn't any.
I'll be all right, once I get it clear in my head.
Fifi.
- What's this? - I'm through.
- Again? - No, not again.
- I'm through. I'm quitting. - Sit down.
No, I didn't come here to discuss it, I came to say it. I'm through.
Now, just a minute!
All right, so the Goose bought it.
That's the way he always came at the world.
Off beat.
Max, you'd be the first to admit it was long overdue.
All right, I'll tell you how it is.
You're a winner, Max.
You're on the top shelf
and I'm not gonna lose you because of some crazy notion about quitting!
They say people don't believe in heroes anymore.
Well, damn them!
You and me, Max,
we're gonna give them back their heroes.
Do you really expect me to go for that crap?
You gotta admit, I sounded good there for a minute?
Bye, Fifi.
Come on, do you want me to beg?
Do you want me on my knees, crying?
Now just a minute.
Give me a reason.
I'm scared, Fif.
Do you know why? It's that rat circus out there.
I'm beginning to enjoy it.
What is this, funny week?
Any longer out on that road, and I'm one of them, you know?
A terminal crazy.
Only I've got a bronze badge to say I'm one of the good guys.
You know what I'm trying to say?
I'll tell you what I'll do.
Take off a few weeks.
Grow yourself a beard.
Draw flies. Just think about it for a while.
If you still feel the same way when you come back, it's okay by me.
Go on.
I'm not gonna change my mind.
Get out of here before I decide to come with you.
Bye, F“. Thank you.
You'll be back, Rockatansky!
You're hooked, Max.
And you know it!
I've never been able to say things to you, Jess, about how I feel.
Guess I always counted on you understanding.
When I was a kid,
me and my father used to go for long walks.
I remember staring down at his shoes.
They were special shoes, brown.
And he always kept them really shiny.
He was tall, and he used to take long strides.
And there I'd be right alongside him
just trying to keep up with him.
I don't think he ever knew how proud I felt of him.
Or how good it felt just to be there alongside him.
Even now, when I think back on it, I still feel...
The thing is, Jess,
I couldn't tell him about it then, but I can tell you about it now.
I don't wanna wait 10 years to tell you how I'm feeling about you right now.
Hello.
Get a load of that!
We had a blowout a while back.
Raunchy, very raunchy.
What's the donk like?
Yeah, the donk's fine. Look, about this tire...
Don't do much work on these myself, except to scrape them off the road.
Yeah. Hey, how about this tire?
Have it fixed in no time.
I can sell you a set of 'lops for next to nothing.
No, thanks.
I can't remember where I got them, but I got them, know what I mean?
No, we'll be all right just as soon as we get this fixed.
- Max? - Yeah?
Listen,
Sproggo's talked me into buying him an ice cream, so,
I think I'll see you later.
Sure, there's a shop just down the beach.
They'll appreciate the business.
Sure, thanks.
Toodlepip.
- You just trucking around? - Yeah.
Good time forjust trucking.
Wish I could do a bit myself. Which way you heading? North?
Maybe.
Look what's turned up for Sunday dinner.
Main course and dessert.
My favorite kind:
Female.
Watch the tongue, lovable.
I've seen him lick his own eyebrow clean.
Must've spent some coin.
Like the sign says, speed's just a question of money.
How fast do you wanna go?
- Max, quick, get in. - What's wrong?
Just take my word for it, get in!
- What about the tire? - Please, Max!
Your tire, man.
Hey, fella, what about your tire?
Crazy people!
The world's full of crazy people.
That wagon, was it here?
- Sure, a couple with a kid. - Who are...
I was just fixing their tire.
They left their goddamn spare. Not a bad one either.
Who are they?
A couple, passing through. Said they were heading north. Maybe.
You want to drive the car? Yeah?
Well, we wouldn't have a car anymore. Into the back.
Here you go.
I can still see his face now. Looked as if he'd just swallowed a brick.
What a mean old lady you are. Huh, boss?
That's enough from you, mate! Enough.
What's the matter with you?
What you got there, mate?
Max!
Yeah, that's the way I see it, too.
Sure. It's been nice talking to you. Bye.
Take it you agreed with him.
They're not worried, I'm not worried.
What about that?
I figure it's lost property.
If no one makes a claim to it, I say we can forget it.
Sounds okay to me, Jess.
Don't know.
If Ziggy says so, believe me, it's okay.
May's expecting you up at the farm sometime.
You'll have no trouble up there. Just green grass.
How are you doing?
I'm getting there.
I reckon you ought to connect the doohickey to the gizmo.
Come here, you.
You touch me with those hands and I'll rip you apart. No!
Look at them! No!
May told me about the little beach down by the trees. Do you want to come?
Love to.
Except that I've gotta fix the fan belt, or we're never gonna get out of here.
Okay, Tarzan, I'll bring you back some bananas.
Do that.
Jessie.
If you meet Benno down there, don't let him trouble you.
He's only a baby.
Sure, May.
- The men. - What men? Come on.
Now you calm down and you tell me what's the matter.
Very, very naughty.
- Now, you tell May what you... - May.
May, you call The Dark One.
And you tell him to get here as fast as he can.
Why? What's going on?
I think we've got some hoon trouble. It's gonna be all right.
Come on, darling. Come on, Jessie. Well, let's go into the house.
You've had an awful time, darling.
But it's all over now.
Everything's going to be all right.
I've just got to go and make a phone call
and then we'll have a nice hot cup of tea.
The Dark One, and hurry it up, will you?
It's May Swaisey.
Sprog? Oh, no!
Sprog!
Well, well, well.
It's our little mother.
That there is Cundalini
and Cundalini wants his hand back.
I want my baby.
Tell you what,
I'll swap you.
Please, give me my baby.
Jessie.
Jessie, Jessie.
You've not got a sense of humor.
You've got a pretty face, though. Awful pretty.
I suppose you don't need a sense of humor with a pretty face.
The only trouble is though, missy,
if you should
lose the face...
Please, don't hurt my baby.
You've got nothing!
What do you want from me?
- Don't change the subject. - Hold it!
Right there!
- I hate guns. - Old lady.
Stand back!
- Stay back! - Woman!
Stay back!
Anyone so much as breathes, I'll cheese him!
Open that door.
Every one of you, in there.
Put the babe on the ground.
Jessie, get the van.
Don't stop. Just go right through it.
Now what?
- The motor! - What are you trying to say?
I don't know, it just died on me.
Get out. Run!
Jessie!
Where?
Lord, have mercy!
What do you reckon?
I'm a doctor, not a fortuneteller.
This your subdural?
- Yes, that's her. - Lot of problems?
Multiple traumas, spleen, liver, lung, flail chest,
left neck of femur, renal shutdown.
Reads like a grocery list. She salvageable?
Yeah, sure, we got all her signs back last night.
- Relatives? - The husband.
They lost the kid. DOA.
Listen, tell him she's going to be all right. Tell him not to worry.
Tell him if he wants, I'll talk to him.
I don't think he wants to talk to anyone.
He's been standing there like a zombie all clay.
Bubba Zanetti, is that you?
You come for the grunt?
She won't be ready until this afternoon.
Still having trouble with the front forks.
They're mongrels to work with.
You asshole!
What the molly fuck you think you're doing?
You and me are gonna talk about the Toecutter.
Never heard of him.
What the Christ are you?
I wanna know about the tattoo.
I mind my own business, don't I?
I mean, they'll kill me, won't they?
I'll say the names, and you say "yes" or "no."
Nightrider,
- Toecutter, Bubba Zanetti. - Yes.
There's more?
- Johnny. - Johnny the Boy?
- Yeah. Some others. - Where?
Out at the beaches, looking for fuel.
Are they coming back?
I don't know. They gotta get their bikes.
- What time? - For Christ's sake!
- What time? - I don't know.
Code unspecified.
We have a query locate on a black Pursuit Special.
Unauthorized use by a Main Force Officer.
This is designated as a potential Code 3 Red Alert.
Quit toying, Bubba.
Easy. I know what I'm doing.
Hi.
This isn't what it looks, man.
I just came down here to check it out,
and this guy, he's already snuffed it.
Nothing you could do for him.
Ankle.
It's okay.
What are you doing, man?
Hey, listen, I had nothing to do with anything going on back there, man.
Listen, man, will you? Listen, will you listen to me?
There were a hell of a lot of crazy people back there, man.
Some kind of bad people. I'm not responsible for anything.
What are you doing, man?
What did you say? What are you doing?
Hey, listen. I'm not a bad man.
I'm sick, see? Sick.
What do you call it?
Psychopathic, you know. Personality disorder.
The court, man, he said so.
You're not gonna hurt me, are you?
Jesus! You can't kill me!
Not for stealing a man's boots!
He was dead, for Christ's sake!
He won't need them anymore.
What are you doing?
I wanna know what you're doing.
The chain in those handcuffs is high-tensile steel.
It'd take you ten minutes to hack through it with this.
Now, if you're lucky,
you could hack through your ankle in five minutes.
Go.
You're mad, man!
You think I look silly, don't you?
Don't bring this on me, man.
Don't do this to me, please!
Sweet Jesus. I was sick!
Don't bring this on me, please!