Hi, excuse me! Sorry. I'm hoping you can settle an argument between myself and my traveling companion there. We are hunting down my father, who is not a good guy, and on this journey we found ourselves in need of food and supplies. Plan A was just leaving you alone and avoiding this scenario altogether, but we've tried that, and I'd just end up starving to death. Plan B - his idea, by the way - was for me to turn him over to you so that you would open up your safe and give me the considerable bounty you put out on him.
The idea was I'd shoot him down, he'd take your weapons, and use whatever violence was necessary in order for us to escape. Which, in my experience thus far...it's...it's a lot of violence. So I'm really, really hoping you'll agree to Plan C?
You just let us go. And we keep the caps you gave me? Which, to be clear, we do need for our survival. And...just to ask the question, would it help if I said, "please?"
Question: What exactly is it you plan on doing once we find your Daddy? We gonna do it like usual? You put a bullet in his ass, leave it to me to put one in his head?
I was raised to believe that that's what everyone deserves. So people know that how they conduct themselves matters. So they don't give up hope. [turns to the Ghoul] Like you say you did. But really it's still in here.
He's also building a privately-owned missile system in Las Vegas with enough firepower to follow through on your wife's proposals. When the bombs drop, it'll be Robert House who presses the button.
You wife is going to Las Vegas next week to sell Cold Fusion to Robert House. Then he'll have everything he needs to push that button. Play nice with your wife, and get on that trip to Vegas.
Every time I set foot in one of these concrete shoeboxes, I gotta make peace with the fact that I might finally learn what happened to my wife and my daughter. Whether they be alive, dead, or...or something far worse.
You have two rational choices. Get in your dad's pod, or die.
NNorman
You're right. I only have two rational choices. But plenty of irrational ones.
BOBrain-on-a-Roomba
What are you doing?
NNorman
Two hundred years of planning in order for everything to go just right. Seems like lot of work if you ask me. I think plans are slightly overrated, personally.
[Norman begins inputting commands on the console]
BOBrain-on-a-Roomba
No wait, I need that to threaten you! What are you doing?
NNorman
Thawing everyone.
BOBrian-on-a-Roomba
What? No! You can't just thaw them all! [pods begin to activate] No! They're only supposed to come out once every thirty years! This isn't even a cogent plan! This is chaos!
NNorman
Agreed. Plans are hard. Chaos though...chaos is easy.
This is Hank MacLean, reporting for duty, sir. Nobody in Vault-Tec knows I'm here. Nobody in Vault-Tec knows much of anything anymore. Wanted to let you know I'm still alive. I hope you are too. I mean, I don't doubt that you are. You spent so much time calculating how to survive all possible contingencies. I've been keeping busy. I'm in Vegas these days. Back in your old stomping grounds, actually. Trying to pick up where you all left off. Looks like a couple of the Vault experiments ran into some...speed bumps. 24 made progress on the brain-computer interface. This one, miniaturization. What it all needs is integration. I'm confident that if I just roll up my sleeves, I can bring it all home. Then we can finally talk about my promotion. I'm going to complete the work you started. And when this is all over, you will be begging me to help you.
Were you always this rude? I'm guessing not. Look, your family may very well still be out there. I've seen enough by now to know that anything's possible. But one thing I wouldn't count on is them appreciating the kind of person you've become. I mean, you want them to like you, right?
Sometimes, in order to make a big problem something you can handle, you have to make it small. So we start with bettering ourselves. And you can do that in all sorts of ways. Self-discipline. Generosity. Valor. And not smelling really bad.
Well, I didn't. I prefer the classics. So much has changed since you went under. But it's what's stayed the same that concerns me. Old habit, I guess. But I am optimistic that we will be able to work out the kinks. I noticed on your file that you had a family, but you only bought a ticket for one.
I'm improving a piece of outdated technology. Civilization. It hasn't worked out so far. But, if at first you don't succeed...[Adjusts the resonance of the device. Winthrop's head explodes.] Try, try again.
