Main Force repeats, this is a routine pursuit.
Code 44.
Listen, we need some help!
This should be an open code blitz!
Good one!
Come on, sweetheart! This one's a heavyweight!
OK. Repeat. You have your information.
This is a routine pursuit.
Please liaise with Big Bopper.
March Hare to Big Bopper. Assist on Code 3 red alert.
March Hare to Big Bopper! Big Bopper. Got you, Hare.
What's going down? We got a cop killer.
You're kidding!
Hey! Roop!
This is designated a standard code alert.
A pursuit special has been stolen.
Captain Fifi Macaffee does not like this any more than you.
However, we must not compromise territorial range.
And remember that only by following instructions
can we hope to maintain a successful highway program.
Ah, Jesus!
Big Bopper, we're three minutes off the intersection!
Reckon you'll make it? We'll make it. Move over.
Roop! I'm driving!
Come on! Not this again!
I've been assigned.
Shit!
Hey, hang on!
I'm supposed to drive this crate!
Hey, Sarse, what's the form on this thing?
A twisto bikie, scoot jockey.
Two hours ago, down in Sun City, he goes berserk.
Breaks custody, wastes a young probie,
takes off in a pursuit special.
We've been on him ever since.
This one's right off the air, Roop.
I've seen the style before. Terminal psychotic.
What's he driving? That's what hurts.
It's one of the V8s.
A pursuit special on methane. Very toey.
Wee-haa! Haaaaaa!
We're a half mile off Anarchie Road. You'll see him any minute.
Rip the guts out of her! Give it the bejesus!
See him yet?
Got it.
I'm gonna ram him through the passenger door.
I'm gonna blow him away!
I'm going to ram him! I'll ram him!
Yee! Ha-ha! Ha-ha!
Ah!
Hey, fellas! Are you OK?
Acknowledge, Big Bopper. Acknowledge.
Are you OK?
Roop! Charlie!
Do you see me, Toecutter?
Do you see me, man?!
Keep going. Keep going.
We're OK.
We got you. We're gone.
Born with a steering wheel in his hand and lead in his foot!
He is the Nightrider!
Cruising at the speed of fright!
Everybody, this is the Nightrider!
And we ain't never coming back!
I'm a fuel-injected suicide machine!
I am a rocker! I am a roller!
I'm an out of controller! I think we're still mobile.
For Christ's sake, shove over!
You're blaspheming again.
I don't have to work with a blasphemer.
Tell me that you see me!
I am the Nightrider!
Big Bopper to March Hare.
We're still in the game, OK?
And understand this - that skag and his floozy...
...they're going to die.
Main Force to Gosling 1.
A Code 44 standard pursuit.
Please respond.
MFP to Gosling 1.
Main Force to Gosling 1.
I saw it in slow-motion.
He leaves the seat, goes through the windscreen,
headfirst, straight into the tree, right?
And then bounces back through the windscreen.
And by the time we got to him
he was just sitting there, trying to scream, with his face ripped off.
What's the matter? I'm not hungry, am I?
Give it here.
I tell you what...
God! Look at that!
Christ!
Strewth! At it again!
Catch you later, Goose!
Christ, no! They're heading for population.
What's this about you and Jonathon?
What about Jonathon?
You were seen out with him two nights ago.
So what?
It's, um... this way.
He's gone.
Bastards! Bastards!
Shit!
You'll really get it this time.
He had his indicator on.
Shut up!
No! No!
You're not going on. Stay off the road.
Of course I'm going on! Shut up!
People's lives are in peril!
You're in danger! You're in peril! I'm going to have him!
Stay off the roads!
Get them off the roads! Stay off! Shut up!
Oooah!
Oh, my God!
Watch out!
Aaarrggghhhh!
Hey, Bronze. I am ready.
I am ready for your best.
Oh, my God! What's happening?
I don't know, man. I just got here myself.
I think he's broke his leg.
I want to find out what's happening.
Hey, Max! Do you hear me?
Main Force Patrol.
We're out of the game. Unable to continue pursuit.
You'd better send a meat truck.
Charlie's copped a saucepan in the throat.
Hey, Max?
Go ahead.
We are 100% snafued.
Are you OK?
Nothing a year in the tropics wouldn't fix.
Much damage?
You should see the damage, Bronze, eh?
Some metal damage.
Brain damage, eh?
Are you listening, Bronze?
I am the Nightrider.
I am a fuel-injected suicide machine!
I am a rocker. I am a roller.
I am an out of controller.
I'm the Nightrider, baby!
And it's me and my Marmaduke and we ain't never coming back!
Yee! Ha-ha-ha!
The Toecutter — he knows who I am!
I am the Nightrider!
I am the chosen one!
The mighty hand of vengeance
sent down to strike the unroadworthy.
I'm hotter than a rolling dice!
Step right up chum,
and watch the kid lay down the rubber road back to freedom!
Aarrghhh!
What's wrong?
Baby, what's wrong?
It's going.
There's nothing left.
Stop!
Aaarrgghhhh!
Oh! That feels good!
After three days, that feels so good!
I got a right hook in the mouth this morning.
Sprog? Mmm.
I told him to always lead with his left.
I think we've got a monster on our hands.
Yeah. Takes after his old man.
What's that? Monster.
Montegamo, who called himself the Nightrider,
had broken from custody and escaped in the police vehicle...
You made the news again. Mm-hm.
Who was he? Don't know.
Just another glory roader, I guess.
...one episode in the Sun City sectors in the past 27 days.
Jessie, I told you, the Goose wants me there early.
Now, what for he didn't say.
You know the Goose.
Coffee's ready.
I'm not grumpy.
Get out of here.
OK.
I gotta go.
Oi!
What's that?
I'm crazy about you.
Kick it in the guts, Barry.
She's the last of the V8s.
You can shut the gate on this one, Maxie.
It's the duck's guts.
Yeah. She's the last of the V8s.
She sucks nitro.
Phase 4 head, twin overhead cam, 600 horsepower through the wheels.
Tell him about the blower!
Christ! She's meanness put to music and this bitch is born to run.
He's in a coma, man!
He loves it. Look at him go.
OK.
How the hell did you get all of this together?
It just happened, Max.
A piece from here and a piece from there.
So easy? Yeah.
Oh, come on, Max.
You've seen it, you've heard it...
...and you're still asking questions?
When do we go for a ride?
He loves it! Ha-ha-ha!
I think we've got him.
I hope so.
Yeah, we've got him.
Your top pursuit man wanted to quit the road
and we had to seduce him with candy.
People don't believe in heroes anymore.
I know, Macaffee.
You want to give them back their heroes.
You will not try this one on me again.
I do not enjoy wasting money.
Goodbye.
And good luck!
Thanks, Labatouche.
You're a real human being.
Oooh-whee!
I haven't seen anything like that since Lover Girl left town.
Will you get out of my way?
The old meat grinder's humming tonight, eh?
Yeah. Max took out some crazies over the high side.
Will you shut up?!
Know what I'm talking about?
It's the chemicals. It's in the food!
Hey, Max. Another one for your books, eh?
Have you eaten yet? No. Not yet.
I'll pick up something later.
That Code 3 you ran down a few days ago.
The Nightrider? Nightrider, yeah.
Got a problem. What's that?
Word's out his friends are out to get you.
Scoot jockeys? Yeah. Nomad trash.
Well, I'll add it to my threat collection.
Ha-ha! You're a good boy, Max! You're a good boy.
Hey, hey! Hey-hey!
Good afternoon.
We're here to meet a friend.
Come in on the train.
Nothing come in on the train except some crates and a...
... coffin.
Our friend.
You'll have to see the agent and sign the papers.
Where do we find this agent?
Wait.
That must be your friend over there.
They didn't leave much of him.
Must have cut his heart out, eh?
Yeah. That's what I meant.
Poor bastard.
The Nightrider.
That is his name.
The Nightrider.
Remember him... when you look at the night sky.
I will.
Take your hat off.
Anything you say.
Anything I say?
What a wonderful philosophy you have.
Take him away.
Bubba, Johnny.
Whoo!
Whoa!
Push me, shove you. Oh, yeah? Says who?
Come on!
Nightrider!
Whaa! Wha-hoo!
Whoo-hoo!
No worries.
Alright, my name is Jim Goose.
Rockatansky.
We have incident at New Jerusalem.
Nomad bikers, bulk trouble.
Oh, OK. We're on it.
We're gone.
Goose!
Come on! Alright.
What's this? It's a 'Get out of Jail Free' card.
Any more details?
No.
OK. We're gone.
Hey, Max.
He looks... Yep.
Hey, fella! Hey! Stop!
Hey, fella!
Hey, fella, stop!
What a turkey!
Hey, fella, you're a turkey, you know that?
We'll come back for him later. There's more up ahead.
Nightrider.
Nomad bikers at New Jerusalem.
You have instructions to locate, but do not engage.
The Bronze!
Hey, gonna get you!
Hey, you're OK. It's OK.
It's alright. It's alright.
No-one's going to hurt you.
Hey, it's alright.
This guy's whacked right out of his skull.
Whacked right out of his skull, man!
He ain't never coming back! Whoo!
Oh, this is it. Dementis compo.
It's alright.
I'm going to let this go now.
I know you're frightened, girl.
But no-one's going to hurt you anymore.
My name's Jim Goose and everything's going to be alright.
The Nightrider!
Hey, Jimbo. Yep.
You remember that code three?
Yeah.
Remember him when you look up at...
When you look...
The Nightrider!
Well, well, well.
Johnny the Boy has done it again.
This time it's a scrubber.
He's never going to learn.
But we are going to teach him, Bubba.
You are going back for him.
No way.
Not me. Not for him.
But it's not for him.
It's for me, Bubba.
You're wasting your time! The skag don't rate!
He's nothing like a Nightrider.
Code in progress, 81.
Code in progress, 83.
A code 786, 81, 80.
MFP code one.
Captain Macaffee and convoy
from the courthouse to the Halls of Justice.
Code one in progress.
Hey, mister, what happened to the car?
What do you think happened?
It looks like it was chewed up and spat out.
Perhaps it's the result of anxiety.
Code three.
Stay here.
I sent her out there.
Take your time, Charlie. We got plenty of it.
...a good day and good luck.
I can see the interceptor.
What do you say, skag? Got no place special to go, eh?
We'd better prep him. No place special to go.
Skag, did you bring your toothbrush?
You'll have to sit on the Goose. Why?
No contest. Whoa.
Hey, Fif, what's going on?
What happened? Let him go, Charlie!
Let him go, eh? Who's this?
So what's going on? No-one showed, OK?
Forget it, Charlie! Just let him go!
Forget it, Charlie. Just let him go.
No-one showed. No-one. What's he mean — no-one showed?
They didn't show. Nobody.
The punks didn't show.
The girl didn't show.
The townspeople didn't show.
Nobody showed!
We're screwed. What do you mean — no-one showed?
No-one showed. Where were you, man?
It means, old man, you haven't got a case. No contest.
Jesus Christ! You're not letting him walk out the door, Fifi?
That's exactly what you'll do. Shut up or I'II...
Keep going, Charlie. Keep going!
Come on. It's alright. It's not alright.
Oh, Bronze! Hey, look at you. Alright?
A cripple and a mute.
Yes, he sings and I tap-dance.
Hey, you! Hey!
The courts will hear about this, I promise you.
Get me out of here.
Is he wearing that face for a bet or does he really look that stupid?
This man is grossly offensive. Out of my way!
Get him out of here, Max. I can make a case.
For God's sake, she was the town bike!
He's my prisoner.
He's not walking out that door. Get him out of here.
Goose, settle down, boy.
Jesus! Look, they're laughing at us.
Can't you see they're laughing at us?
I don't believe it.
See you later, Goose.
It's been a pleasure.
Hey, Goose!
You can't do anything about it.
We know who you are, Bronze.
We'll see you on the road, skag!
See you on the road like we saw the Nightrider.
We remember the Nightrider and we know who you are!
OK.
So long as the paperwork's clean, you boys can do what you like.
Code three in progress.
Here he is, the walking armpit!
There's a fire in my belly and she's the woman to put it out!
Don't! This ángel is hot in the tubes for me!
I'm on fire! I'm on fire!
Joviality is a game of children. She's mine.
I should have been a surgeon with these hands.
Mudguts, get out of there.
Cundalini, put her against the post.
We have a problem here.
She is not what she seems.
Bubba Zanetti has it on good authority
she is sent by the Bronze,
full of treachery.
The Bronze take our pride.
If you're going to waste the Bronze, you gotta do it big!
You just don't have the style, do you, chicken shit?
Goes to water on a dummy.
It's alright. Hmm? It's OK.
It's OK.
Just remember to keep your sweet, sweet mouth shut.
# Oh, the licorice ride
# Mmm mmm mmm mmm
# Whoo! #
MFP, code link one.
MFP, a code link one.
We have a curfew violation.
MFP, code link one.
A code 333 in progress.
Main Force.
MFP, a code 333...
# Looking for some juice
# Out this side of town
# Mister, won't you show the way?
# Trying to get around
# Only one thought left
# It makes me come alive
# And that is you and me side by side
# On the licorice ride
# Motorbikes and leather men
# Take me to the end of the dream
# Hold on tight You know, it sure feels right
# Stick to you like a tyre on the licorice ride! #
Yes, baby!
All units, blockade in progress.
Nice to have you back, Big Bopper 2.
Sun City sector three, a code 42 in progress.
And Sun City sector nine, a code four in progress.
MFP, we have a prohibited road violation in progress.
MFP agent one, a memorandum...
MFP, copy.
...is prohibited. MFP, copy.
Hey, hey, hey! It's the Goose!
You're a lucky boy.
Not even a bit of road rash.
Hey, Midge,
don't write off the Goose until you see the box going into the hole.
Yeah, yeah. Well, don't wreck my truck now.
I'll bring it back tomorrow.
Yeah, no hurry.
Hey, you sure you're alright?
Couldn't be righter.
Jimmy the Goose — larger than life
and twice as ugly!
# I love to play my old banjo
# And rest it on my knee
# And now the strings are broken down
# And Charlie's no good to me
# I took it to St. London's shop... #
Light me, Johnny.
Light another.
Hey...
This is a threshold moment, Johnny.
Step through it. 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! Listen, you scum-sucking trash.
THROW IT!
No! No! Throw it!
I can't stand the pain!
Max... 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 a franchise on it.
Now there's nothing.
And here I am, trying to put sense to it,
when I know there isn't any.
I'll be alright, once I get it clear in my head.
Fif.
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!
Alright, so the Goose bought it, but that's the way he came at the worid.
Off beat. Max.
He'd be the first to admit it was long overdue.
Alright, I'll tell you how it is.
You're a winner, Max.
You're on the top shelf,
and I won't 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 going to give them back their heroes.
Fif, do you really expect me to go for that crap?
You got to admit, I sounded good there for a minute, huh?
'Bye, Fif. Hey!
Hey, come on! Do you want me to beg?
Want me on my knees crying?
Now just a minute.
Give me a reason.
I'm scared, Fif.
You know why?
It's that rat circus out there. I'm beginning to enjoy it.
What is this? Bunny week?
Look, any longer out on that road and I'm one of them, you know?
A terminal crazy.
And then I need a bronze badge to say I'm one of the good guys.
You know what I'm trying to say?
I tell what I'll do.
Take off for a few weeks, huh?
Grow yourself a beard.
Draw flies. Just think about it for a while.
You still feel the same way when you come back, that's OK by me.
Go on.
I'm not going to change my mind.
Get out of here before I decide to come with you, huh?
Goodbye, Fif.
Thank you.
You'll be back, Rockatansky.
You're hooked, Max! And you know it!
Yay!
I've never been able to say things to you, Jess...
...about how I feel.
I 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 want to wait 10 years to tell you how I feel about you right now.
Do you know that I...?
Hello.
Get a load of that. Yeah, had a blow-out a while back.
Raunchy, very raunchy.
What's the donk like? Yeah, the donk's fine.
Look, about this tyre...
Don't do much work on these myself, except to scrape them off the road.
Hey, how about this tyre, huh? Have it fixed in no time.
I can sell you a set of 'Iops cheap. No thanks.
Can't remember where I got them, but I got them, know what I mean?
No, we'll be alright just as soon as we get this fixed.
Max. Yeah?
Listen...
Sproggo's talked me into buying him an ice-cream,
so, ah, I think I'll see you later.
Sure. There's a shop just down the beach.
They'll appreciate the business.
Sure, thanks.
Toodle-pip.
You just trucking round? Yeah.
Good time for just trucking. Mmm.
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 favourite kind...
...female.
Miaow. Miaow.
Baa. Baa. Puss, puss, puss.
Moo.
Please?
Watch the tongue, loveable. I've seen him lick his own eyebrow clean.
You must have spent some coin.
Like the sign says, speed's just a question of money.
How fast do you want to go?
Max, quick! Get in! What's wrong?
Just take my word for it. Get in!
What about the tyre? Please, Max!
What about the tyre, man?
Hey, fella!
What about the tyre?
Crazy people, man.
Worid's full of crazy people.
That wagon, was it here?
Sure, sure. Couple with a kid. I was just fixing their tyre.
They left a goddamn spare, not a bad one either.
Ha.
Who are they?
A couple... passing through.
Said they were heading north, maybe.
Toot-toot. Want to drive the car? Yeah?
No, you can't anymore.
Into the back. In 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?
Enough from you, mate. Enough!
What's the matter with you?
What you got there, mate?
Max!
Yep, that's the way I see it too.
Yeah, yeah.
Yep, sure. It's been nice talking to you.
'Bye.
Thank you. Very good of you.
If 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 OK to me, Jess.
Don't know.
If Ziggy says so, believe me, it's OK.
May's expecting you up on the farm sometime tomorrow.
You'll get no trouble up there, just green grass and fat cows.
How you doing?
Mmm, I'm getting there.
I reckon you ought to connect the doohickie to the gizmo.
Come here, you.
You touch me with those hands and I'll rip you apart.
You and who else? No! Look at them.
Tell me. I want to know. No, no!
No...
Ah!
May told me about the little beach down by the trees.
Mmm. You want to come?
I'd love to,
except I've got to fix the fanbelt or we'll never get out of here.
OK, Tarzan. I'll bring you back some bananas.
Yeah.
Oi!
Jessie.
If you meet Benno down there, don't let him trouble you.
He's only a baby.
Sure, May.
Ah!
The men killed the pup...
What men? Come on.
Calm down and you tell me what's the matter.
Very, very naughty.
Now you tell me what you... May... May.
You call the Dark One and 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 going to be alright.
Oh, come on, darling. Come on, Jessie.
Let's go into the house, eh?
You've had an awful time, darling, but it's all over now.
Everything's going to be alright.
I've just got to go and make a phone call
and then we'll have a nice hot cup of tea, eh?
The Dark One, and hurry it up, will you?
It's May Swaisey.
Sprog. Oh, no.
Sprog?
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 humour.
You've got a pretty face though.
Awful pretty.
I suppose you don't need a sense of humour with a pretty face.
The only trouble is though, Missy, if you should...
...Iose 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 'em.
Open that door.
Every one of you, in there.
Put the babe on the ground.
Jessie, get the van.
Don't stop, love.
Just go right through.
Oh, now what?!
Motor! What are you trying to say?
It just died!
Get out!
Run!
Oh!
Jessie! Oh!
Where? Where? Jess!
Lord have mercy!
Lord...
Noooooo!
NOOOOOO!
What do you reckon? I'm a doctor, not a fortune teller.
This your subdural? Yep, that's her.
A lot of problems, huh?
Multiple traumas — spleen, liver, lung, chest,
left neck of femur, renal shutdown.
Sounds like a grocery list.
She salvageable?
Yeah, sure. We got all her signs back last night.
Relatives? Her husband.
They lost the kid.
Listen, tell him she's going to be alright.
Tell him not to worry. If he wants, I'll talk to him.
I don't think he wants to talk to anybody.
He's been standing there like a zombie all day.
Bubba Zanetti, that you?
You come for the grunt?
She won't be ready till this afternoon.
Still having trouble with the front forks.
They're mongrels to work with.
Hey!
You arsehole! What the molly-fuck do you think you're doing?
You and me are going to talk about the Toecutter.
Never heard of him.
Arggh!
What the Christ-fire!
I want to know about the tattoo.
I mind my own business, don't I?
They'll kill me, won't they?
Arggh!
I'll say the names and you say yes or no.
Nightrider.
Toecutter.
Bubba Zanetti.
There's more?
Johnny... Johnny the Boy?
Yes.
Some others.
Where? At the beach looking for fuel.
They've gotta come back... Arggh! They've gotta get their bikes.
For Christ's sake, I don't know any more.
Yeah! Whoo!
This is designated as a potential code three red alert...
Arggh!
Quit toying, Bubba.
Easy. I know what I'm doing.
Hi.
Oh, hey, man, this...
This isn't what it looks, man, you know,
I just come down here to check it out, man.
This guy, he's already snuffed.
There's nothing you can do for him.
Ankle.
It's OK.
On.
What are you doing, man?
Ow! Ow!
I had nothing to do with anything going on back there, man.
Hey, listen, man. Listen... Will you listen to me?
They were hell of a crazy people back there, man.
Lots of bad people. I'm not responsible for anything.
What are you... Ow!
What are you doing, man?
What are... what did you say?
What are you doing?
Hey, listen, I'm not a bad man.
I'm sick, see, like I'm, er, sick.
What do you call it? Um, psychopathic, you know.
Personality disorder.
The court man, he said so.
You're not... you're not going to 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...
He won't need 'em 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 10 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!
You think I look silly, don't you?
Don't bring this on me, man! Don't do this to me, please!
No! Please!