I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, don't you put me on the backburner
you know you got to help me out, yeah, yeah
You're going to bring us all down
Yeah, yeah
You're going to bring us all down
Yeah, yeah
Don't you put me on the backburner
You're going to bring us all down, yeah, yeah
You're going to bring us all down
Oh, oh, and then
Last call for sin
While everyone's lost
The battle is won
With all these things that I done
All these things that I've done
If you can't hold on
My face haunted his dreams.
For billions of years, the daily cycles of the ocean tides
have influenced patterns of hunting, breeding, and feeding behavior
among the developing life forms of our planet.
The city is filled with excitement and anticipation
as the hangar doors are scheduled to open at any moment,
giving Southland residents their first glimpse
at the Treer MegaZeppelin.
The Jenny Von Westphalen is 900 feet long,
is lifted by turbine engines that are activated by an energy field
that they call Fluid Karma.
Hi, Krysta.
Zora.
Come on in.
Penetrating.
It's just a suggestion.
So what do you want?
We're filming my reality webcast before the party.
Can I score some drugs?
Sure you can, kitten.
Pandora's box had been left exposed to prying eyes.
How did you get this?
Hey, over here.
What's with the getup?
I've got the tape of me and Boxer in my bag.
And what are you going to do with it?
I'm thinking of going public with it.
I mean, fuck it, this could impact the entire election.
There's a website that everyone's talking about.
Someone's routing outside of USIDent,
and the government cannot figure out how to shut it out.
What's it called?
Www.usideath.org.
How do I get this to the webmaster?
Oh, it's the Neo-Marxists. They've put drop boxes all over the city.
I think there's one in the poopdeck.
Okay, get Sheena and Deena
and meet them in Hermosa with the cameras.
Let's do this.
Pilot Abilene is accused of being a part of a group of soldiers
who have smuggled the drug out of Utopia Three.
War widow Tanya McBride
is set to speak at megachurch gathering downtown.
Hermosa Police issue an arrest warrant for Tab Taverner.
The former mayor remains at large, hidden by Neo-Marxists underground.
UPU units prepare for violence during downtown celebrations...
Give me the gun.
I need your help.
I need you to help me find my brother.
Okay.
Put on your seatbelt.
Well, Deep Throat Two, I presume.
It's the only copy?
I don't work in distribution.
Yes, that's the only copy.
Oh, please, I'd like to ask you a few questions.
Go ahead, ask away.
How do you sleep at night?
Very well, thank you very much.
That is, until I hear screams from next door
because USIDent is raiding my neighbor's house,
based on false information
provided by that Orwellian nightmare your friend endorsed.
You ever lose someone close to you, a loved one, in a terrorist attack?
'Cause I have.
This may come as a shock to you, Mr. Smallhouse,
but I lost two people in Abilene--
two of my four ex-husbands, on a fishing trip,
which they took every year to bitch about me.
What are you going to do with all that free money?
I'm going to distribute my documentary film,
help some women in the Middle East get some more civil liberties.
Do you know what those two words mean?
"Civil liberties"?
You ought to write them down.
You know what? You're going to go down, Cyndi Pinziki.
That's right, I know your real name.
You know, I wasn't going to do this,
but I feel very generous today.
I'm going to leave you with a little present.
Wow. I am flattered. What is it?
- A Taser gun to the balls. - What?
You should know that there's another tape out there,
a far more incriminating tape featuring your pal,
Boxer Santaros, and a double murder,
and it's going to cost a lot more than a million
to get your hands on that one,
because when all is said and done,
nobody rocks the cock like Cyndi Pinziki.
Eat shit, you fucker!
Whoa, yeah!
That little bitch, she stole it.
What?
Your friend Krysta.
She stole the tape for her stupid reality show.
She's going to go pranked on with it.
She probably thinks it's the footage of her and---what?
Oh, eat a dick, Pinziki, eat a dick!
What?
She just told me to eat a dick.
She's going completely fucking off.
You think your personal privacy is more important
than protecting my family from terrorists?
Well, guess again.
If the government won't stop them, I will.
Vote no on Proposition 69.
President Bush was received warmly
by a group of Orange County Republican business leaders.
We've made it such
that an underground industry thrives on human beings.
One question that the president did not address
was the rising gas prices starting to threaten
the GDP of the California economy.
Several small earthquakes
have been reported off the coast of Santa Monica,
each increasing in magnitude.
Seismologists are warning Southland residents
of another massive earthquake,
noting tidal disturbances emanating
from the Utopia Three facility on the Pacific coast.
I felt a premonition.
Danger was on the horizon.
Man, this is great.
Shit, Boxer Santaros.
Jericho Kane.
The information that I've uncovered could get me killed,
but it was a risk I was willing to take.
The fate of the world depends on you, Jericho.
Yes.
You must board the MegaZeppelin.
The secret you are looking for is hidden in the Baron's private chamber.
What is the secret?
There's a dead body they've retrieved from the desert.
They found the body in your car.
Did I kill someone out there?
They're listening.
They're watching.
If you should succeed, remember me, my love.
Remember my name.
I will.
L--
I want to suck your dick.
If you don't let me suck your dick, I'm going to kill myself.
W-w--wait. Wait, wait, wait. Wait.
Target locked.
Take your pants off right now, or I'm going to pull the trigger.
Take them off.
Okay.
Jericho Kane...
is going to make your wish come true...
and turn you into a new woman.
We could rent a room at Shutters. It's my favorite place.
All right, we are trailing Zora Charmichaels and Bart Bookman.
They are driving a silver pickup truck
looking to rendezvous with Krysta Kapowski,
a.k.a. Krysta Now, blonde, 5'4", 110 pounds.
Apparently there is a tape in her possession.
That is the target.
There's here car. Bitch.
All right, now it's on. Let's go.
God, this is so revolutionary, Krysta.
We have a Steadicam.
I know, but when I said Steadicam, I didn't at My First Steadicam.
I want a real one, like a real movie.
I mean, TV show, but it's like a movie.
You know, these kind of new technologies
are totally changing culture now.
Yeah, especially now that everything is digital.
That sausage makes me hungry.
Right down there, to the right, behind the toilet, feed the hole.
Oh, yeah.
- Do you see this scene? - Yeah.
- It feels good. - It's hot.
Sir, those people are trying to kill me.
Whoa.
Get the fuck out of my way, you bitch.
Do you know who we are?
- What's your hurry, bitch? - Oh, don't you--
Anybody else want to take a swing at me?
Krysta, it's the wrong tape, you stupid whore.
Come on and get me, fucks.
Fascist pigs.
Oh, my God!
Go, go!
Why did I buy this car?
Come on.
Grid nine zero two six six...
- Hello? - Fortunio.
- Hey, hey. - Boxer.
I'm at 26th Street, on The Strand, okay?
Okay, bye.
Fortunio was on the Baron's payroll all along.
Put him up. Put him up.
His orders were to deliver the specimen
to Treer Plaza before sundown.
Up, up, up.
Watch it.
There's no turning back now.
You're a good friend.
Cyndi had obtained a ticket
to the launch of the Jenny Von Westphalen.
Unfortunately, she did not have a plus one.
Darkness fell upon the city.
Neo-Marxist cells began to converge upon downtown.
Treer Corporation would like to thank the mayor,
the City of Los Angeles Chamber of Commerce,
and all the sponsors who have supported the launch.
All proceeds will benefit the victims' families...
The Eliot campaign will celebrate the holiday
with a memorial concert at the Taper Center.
Eliot will attend the concert with his family,
while Senator Frost will attend the launch of the Treer MegaZeppelin
just several blocks away.
Paranoia began to consume their lives.
Thousands gather to witness the maiden voyage
of America's technological marvel, the Southland's newest wonder,
the Treer MegaZeppelin.
...the hills above Los Angeles today, while on the ground
authorities are bracing for the first riots since 1992.
You can see right there, a car bomb went off just moments ago.
So why do you want to kill yourself?
I got drafted, dog.
I got to go to Iraq, maybe Syria.
I can't take that shit.
I'd rather put a bullet in my head quick and painless.
Fallujah.
You were in Iraq?
Yo, how'd you get out, dog?
That's none of your business.
Just try and cross the border into Mexico.
That's where my brother and I are headed.
Yo, I don't have a visa, dog.
You said something while you were asleep.
"We saw the shadows of the morning light...
"the shadows of the evening sun...
until the shadows and the light were one."
What does that mean?
"Three days."
The final three days.
It all ends tonight.
It's gonna be a hot time in the city tonight.
Job well done, Miss Now.
Is he gonna be okay?
Well, as they say, only time will tell.
What does this mean?
There is a path to end all suffering.
You should take it.
Behold the Eighth Wonder of the World--
Treer MegaZeppelin!
Did you retrieve the DVD from Deep Throat Two?
Affirmative, Cyndi. I'm going to be going live
with three tales from the Southland this evening.
How long will the website be active
before USIDent can route in and shut it down?
Are you kidding me? Who are you talking to?
Don't worry your pretty little head over it.
You go enjoy the rest of the party. I'm out.
To be honest...
we're just looking out for the niggers.
This is my deal now...
Santaros.
More than a hundred thousand people have gathered
to be at the largest block party in the history of Los Angeles.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.
Farewell, one and only beloved.
I cannot write anymore,
or my head will be all in a whirl, and...
Adieu, adieu my sweetheart.
Jenny.
You try so hard to be heard
You try so hard to not hurt
I give you nothing to doubt, and you doubt me
I'll give you all that I have, but you don't see
Now I know that my eyes must close here
Every word seems to feel like you don't care
But I know that you're so confused and afraid
I just want to be one true thing that don't fade
I don't want to give up tomorrow
I just can't understand why we're going on
Thank you.
I don't wanna be sad
I don't wanna be scared
I don't wanna be sad
I don't wanna be scared
I don't wanna be sad
I don't wanna be scared
I don't wanna be sad
I don't wanna be scared
I don't wanna be sad
I don't wanna be scared
I don't' wanna be sad
I don't wanna be scared
Mr. Boxer Santaros has arrived.
Excellent.
How does it end?
A handshake.
I had a dream last night that you died.
Mr. Santaros.
Your presence is requested in the Marx Suite.
Alone.
I'm not going to die.
...he was on fire.
The surrounding stores,
you could see people running in and out of the broken windows.
What is going on--
And there's another-- another explosion just took off
down--right down there off of Third Street.
Revelation 22--
"Very soon now shall I be with you again...
"bringing the reward to be given to every man
according to what he deserves."
Mr. Santaros, welcome to the Marx Suite.
Now, Simon says lower your sidearm, please.
Are you just deaf or willfully stupid?
I told you to lower that fucking sidearm!
And there you go.
Well, come on in.
They're trying to rig the election.
California is too close to call.
All--all right, sweetheart, whatever you say.
Why isn't she here?
She won't leave her post.
It is time for a surgical strike.
I can smell you from down the hall.
No. Not now, Dennis.
The Neo-Marxists have infiltrated USIDent.
She has to leave there immediately.
It's okay. She has everything under control.
We need to get her out of there.
There are thousands, probably tens of thousands of protesters
all up and down the street
and spreading out into the surrounding arteries
coming in toward the downtown area.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Treer MegaZeppelin.
The project was called Serpentine Dream Theory.
The Tidal Generator within Utopia Three
has achieved simulated perpetual motion.
The impact of this achievement
has slowed the acceleration of the planet to such a degree
that certain environmental anomalies have started to surface.
One of these anomalies, discovered earlier this year,
was a rift in the fourth dimension.
A rift in the fabric of space-time...
half a kilometer wide.
Located on the outskirts of Lake Mead.
Yes, Mr. Santaros.
Just like you imagined in your screenplay.
And what did we do
once we discovered a rift in the fourth dimension?
We launched monkeys into it.
Only a human subject could survive that jaunt.
The soul of a monkey
can't survive the dimensional threshold.
So we learned,
at which point the Baron decided
that the first human subject to travel through the rift
would be a movie star.
Why me?
Your celebrity and your political ties
proved an irresistible combination.
As the satellite photos show,
at approximately 10:51 a.m.--
and this is 69 minutes before you passed through the rift--
a duplicate Boxer Santaros appeared.
You traveled 69 minutes back in time, sir,
at which point your future self...
and your past self confronted one another.
So I'm my future self.
And I'm the dude who traveled through the rift.
And this is all that's left of your past self.
This body, this artifact,
this dual existence of a single human soul
could unlock the secret of creation, the secret of humankind.
I don't understand.
I've never considered committing suicide.
I'm a pimp.
And pimps don't commit suicide.
We don't know what would happen if two identical human souls
and the vessels that they travel in
were to come into immediate close contact with one another.
Indy 103.1--the independent FM. Fourth of July weekend...
Where did you get this?
Pilot Abilene.
Pilot Abilene?
Do you bleed?
You can fly so bloody
What happened in Fallujah was an accident.
They called it friendly fire,
and Private Taverner could not forgive himself
for what he had done to me.
Yo, dog, where are we headed?
Somewhere downtown.
We have to go downtown.
He's in an ice cream truck.
Wow, I can feel it.
There is automatic weapon fire, we understand,
down on the ground, and we just heard...
...the power and the kingdom of your God...
Yo, dog, I'm going to empty out my account...
take everything I got.
Neat.
Welcome to the Rove Credit Union.
Please have your USIDent card ready
in order to make your transaction.
...is the promise in the Word of God!
Welcome, Martin Kefauver, welcome.
Martin Kefauver, welcome, welcome, welcome...
Kefauver and card ready...
Yo, dog, it says--it says "transaction denied," dog.
Yo, what--what do I do?
We're going to take the ATM machine with us to Mexico.
Ladies and gentlemen, please rise for the national anthem.
I give you Rebekah Del Rio.
...whose broad stripes and bright stars
Through the perilous fight
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming
And the rockets� red glare
The bombs bursting in air
Gave proof through the night
That our flag was still there
Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner
Yet wave?
O'er the land of the free
And the home of the brave
We've got a perimeter breach at Caltrans Building.
I repeat, we've got a perimeter breach.
Die, you fucking pig!
Uh-oh, wait.
Apparently we've lost contact with Sky Cam.
As you could see just before we lost the picture,
a lot of people downtown, a lot of activity,
all kinds of problems.
- Please stay indoors. - Stay inside.
And, you know, we're getting information that the Neo-Marxist...
You know.
You know exactly what happened out in the desert.
Who did the Baron hire to kidnap me?
And who drove me through the time rift?
You haven't figured that out yet?
What is his name?
Officer Roland Taverner.
How are you?
Ice cream truck.
Teri?
Teri, you've gone too far.
Ladies and gentlemen, we seem to be having...
Is he still alive?
In more ways than one.
You made sure Taverner went through the time rift with me.
Then you hit the SUV self-destruct trigger, by remote,
which means...
I didn't kill myself.
You're a pimp.
Pimps don't commit suicide.
Oh, you got that right.
And Roland Taverner... and his twin brother...
they're the same person, aren't they?
Two identical souls walking the face of the earth,
coexisting in the same dominion of chaos.
What will happen if they shake hands?
The fourth dimension will collapse upon itself.
You stupid bitch.
Again, don't be alarmed, but stay inside.
The ocean is in control.
...the rioting continues downtown, and it's a problem right now
because it looks like the crowds are growing.
Even though we no longer have contact with our chopper,
we do understand it was the Neo-Marxist movement
that started these riots.
They're continuing to move throughout downtown Los Angeles...
And this is the tower of fire.
We have to evacuate.
What in God's name are you talking about?
There he is. Let's go.
We've got automatic weapons fire at Fourth Street and Hill.
I think they're already inside.
Recommend open fire into the crowd.
No.
Run!
Yo, yo, dog, you all right?
Well done, soldier.
Take that target.
You can't miss.
Come on, let's go, let's go!
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Krysta Now,
Shoshanna Cox, Sheena Gee, and Deena Score.
They are the Memory Gospel Dancers.
Let's-- let's leave right now.
This guy right here might never leave.
It had to be this way.
I know.
He's going to die.
There's nothing we can do about it?
Is it some kind of an orgy or something?
What the hell's he doing?
Evacuate the atrium. Move to the rear of the MegaZeppelin.
No.
Everybody, go back to your seats.
Or I kill myself, and I swear to God...
I'll do it.
We have to let go.
I can't.
You have to let me go.
But the truck will fall, and we'll both die.
Let me go, or I'll pull this fucking trigger!
- No, you won't. - I swear to God I'll do it!
No, you won't.
Ladies and gentlemen, the party is over.
Have a nice apocalypse.
Put down the gun.
This is all in my head.
I can pull the trigger now and wake up.
This whole nightmare will be over.
Our mission is to destroy capitalism.
Dethrone God.
Officer Roland Taverner.
That's who you want.
Don't you remember, Ronald?
Do you remember Fallujah?
I remember everything.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the way the world ends.
Not with a whimper, but with a bang.
But there is hope.
In the end we can be reassured by one undeniable truth.
Nobody rocks the cock like Krysta Now.
And I mean nobody.
I knew that son of a bitch was crazy. Get me out of here.
It wasn't our fault.
Friendly fire.
I forgive you.
Friendly fire.
- I forgive you. - Friendly fire.
- I forgive you.
I forgive you.
Revelation 21--
And God wiped away the tears from his eyes,
so the new messiah could see out to the New Jerusalem.
His name was Officer Roland Taverner
of Hermosa Beach, California...
my best friend.
He is a pimp...
and pimps don't commit suicide.