And what did you do before all this?
I was a cop, a driver.
Well, how the world turns. One day **** of the walk, next a feather-duster.
And what did you do before all this?
I was a cop, a driver.
Well, how the world turns. One day **** of the walk, next a feather-duster.
Me — order! Me — Master! Me run Bartertown!
Sure, that's why you live in shit.
Not shit, energy!
Call it what you like, it still smells like shit to me.
Not shit, energy! No energy, no town! Me — king Arab!
Sure. Me — fairy princess.
Embargo, on!
So what's the plan?
Plan? There ain't no plan!
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.
You that good?
Mmm-hmm.
Perhaps you've got something to trade after all.
People come here to trade, make a little profit, do a little business. If you have nothing to trade, you've got no business in Bartertown.
An hour on the inside. That's all.
Next!
I've got skills. I can trade them.
Sorry. The brothel's full.
All our lives hang by a thread. Now we 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.
And now, I've got two men — two men with a gut full of fear. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, dying time's here!
Bust a deal, face the Wheel!
George Miller [1]
He's the ball-crasher! Death on foot! You know him, you love him! He's...BLASTER! [Crowd cheers wildly] 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! [Crowd jeers Max]
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 'em all, Bartertown's learned. Now, when men get to fighting, it happens here, and it finishes here! Two men enter, one man leaves.
Remember where you are. This is Thunderdome. Death is listening, and will take the first man that screams.
This you know: the years travel fast, and time after time I done the tell. But this ain't onebody's tell. It's the tell of us all, and you've got to listen and to 'member, 'cause what you hears today you got to tell the newborn tomorrow. I's looking behind us now into history back. I sees those of us who got the luck and started the haul for home, and I 'members how it led us here and how we was heartful 'cause we seen what there once was. One look and we knewed we'd got it straight. Those what had gone before had the knowing and the doing of things beyond our reckoning — even beyond our dreaming. Time counts and keeps counting, and we knows now: finding the trick of what's been and lost ain't no easy ride, but that's our track. We got to travel it, and there ain't nobody knows where it's gonna lead. Still in all, every night we does the tell so that we 'member who we was and where we came from. But most of all we 'members the man who finded us, him that came to salvage. And we lights the city, not just for him, but for all of him that are still out there. 'Cause we knows there'll come a night when they sees the distant light and they'll be coming home.
Thunderdome's simple. Get to the weapons. Use them any way you can. I know you won't break the rules. There aren't any.
Two men enter; one man leaves!