fallout-lou-begas:When it comes to gettin’ chummyI’ll admit i’m quite a dummy,worr
fallout-lou-begas:When it comes to gettin’ chummyI’ll admit i’m quite a dummy,worry, worry, worry,why always me?— “Worry, Worry, Worry,” The Three Suns (1948) It Keeps Right On a-Hurtin’#3 - Goodsprings I «« First | « Previous || Next » | Last »» Notes / Original Pencils: Keep reading Archive Links«« First | « Previous || Next » | Last »»Transcript:EXT. Goodsprings. Late morning.AGNES is leaving DOC MITCHELL’s house for the first time since she woke up. It’s been a few days. She’s less bruised, has shaved, changed her bandages, and is dressed in her overcoat again, still stained with her own blood. She wears a Pip-Boy given to her by MITCHELL on her left wrist. There’s a crack over the left lens of her sunglasses.AGNES looks down into the valley of Goodsprings and sees the securitron VICTOR standing in front of a shack down the road. She winces uncomfortably.(V.O.) TRUDY: Yep, that’s Victor.INT. Goodsprings, Prospector Saloon.TRUDY: You don’t look too grateful for what he did.AGNES: I’m not…look, it’s just that…robots aren’t— TRUDY: Don’t worry. He creeps me out, too. But he did save your life and all, so I’d at least say thanks.TRUDY reaches for a bottle on the top shelf behind the bar. AGNES’ cigarette leaves trails of smoke around her as she speaks.AGNES: What’s a Securitron doing out here, anyway? I thought they were Mr. House’s. TRUDY: We’re not sure. He just showed up one day. Harmless enough, I guess, but still. You’ve been to The Strip then, I take it?AGNES: No. Just around.TRUDY: Ah, well, everyone ought to go at least once. It’s such a magical place…y’know, if you can afford it.AGNES: All those TV-screen faces watching my every move isn’t really my idea of magic, to be honest. TRUDY: Right, haha. You make me laugh, hon.Hon. There’s a sweetness to her voice that makes you feel welcome. No wonder DOC MITCHELL suggested you talk to her.EXT. Goodsprings, VICTOR’s shack.VICTOR stands in front of his shack, virtually motionless.INT. Goodsprings, Prospector Saloon. AGNES: Hm. Listen, I need to ask: the men who shot me— TRUDY: Checkered suit bastard and his Khan friends? Yeah. They must’ve practiced on my radio before meeting up with you. Thing’s been broke since they—AGNES: Trudy, I don’t care about your radio. I need to know where they went.TRUDY: Well! Al-right, then. Road’s out to the north due to deathclaws taking over the quarry, so my guess would be towards Primm, the long way back to Vegas—but sass me like that again and I’ll hope you take your chances with the deathclaws.TRUDY: Need anything else? AGNES looks stunned, then immediately remorseful. AGNES: …I’m sorry. That was rude.In the other room of the saloon, SUNNY SMILES pets CHEYENNE.TRUDY: Oh, it’s fine. Years in a place like this, and you lose a lot of patience for tough guy acts. Just don’t let your manners fall out of that new hole in your head, alright, hon?There’s that “hon” again. She doesn’t hate you, at least, but…TRUDY: Being brusque isn’t gonna make you many friends out here.EXT. Goodsprings, VICTOR’s shack.VICTOR is gone. -- source link
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