GIRL: No, not in there.
We're not masters at the camera yet.
The camera, yeah.
Oh, I didn't know it had water in it.
(EXPLOSION)
MAN: Go, go!
ABILENE: In the aftermath of the nuclear attacks in Texas,
America found itself on the brink of anarchy.
REPORTER 1: Hundreds of thousands have perished in nuclear attacks in Abilene, Texas.
REPORTER 2: The President has declared Martial Law in the state of Texas.
REPORTER 3: ...has ordered the evacuation of citizens within 200 miles...
(REPORTER CHATTERING IN SPANISH)
REPORTER 4: ...the worst attack on the United States in the history of our country.
REPORTER 5: Those men without protective glasses
are instructed to sit down on the ground
and face away from the blast.
ABILENE: World War Ill had begun.
MAN: No.
I'm sorry.
ABILENE: The accelerated conflict in the Middle East
placed significant restrictions on American access to oil.
Alternative fuel sources became a lucrative commodity.
Americans were transfixed by the terrorist threat
and the will to prevent another attack by any means necessary.
Military checkpoints were erected at each state line.
Interstate travel visas were required of each citizen.
Dissenting liberal extremist cells began to emerge,
the most vocal of which were the neo-Marxists.
The 2008 presidential election was to be decided
by the electoral votes of just one state,
as the Republicans raced to secure California for the first time since 1988.
On June 27th 2008, Boxer Santaros,
a famous actor with ties to the Republican Party, vanished without a trace.
Three days later he was discovered in the Nevada desert with his memory erased.
The government knew he had crossed the border back into California,
but the circumstances of his return to the Southland remained a mystery.
REPORTER: Actor turned soldier Pilot Abilene was critically wounded
during battle in Iraq yesterday by shrapnel from a grenade
thrown by a soldier in his own unit.
"The Revelation of Jesus Christ, which God gave unto him,
"to shew unto his servants things which must shortly come to pass,
"and he sent and signified it by his angel unto his servant John.
"Who bare record of the word of God, and of the testimony of Jesus Christ,
"and of all things that he saw.
"Blessed is he that readeth, and they that hear the words of this prophecy,
"and keep those things which are written therein, for the time is at hand."
My name is Pilot Abilene
and I'm a veteran of the war in Iraq.
(LAUGHING)
ABILENE: I'm going to tell you the story of Boxer Santaros
and his journey down the road not taken.
This is the way the world ends.
Not with a whimper,
but with a bang.
REPORTER 1: The search continues for missing action star Boxer Santaros.
His wife Madeline Frost, daughter of Vice-Presidential candidate Bobby Frost,
could not be reached for comment.
Flights remain restricted into that airspace...
REPORTER 2: Interstate travel visas are frozen
as the government issues a Code Red terror alert
for the holiday weekend.
Southland residents buckle down and stay put as LAX remains closed, indefinitely.
REPORTER 1: Southland residents honour the memories of loved ones lost in Texas,
as the city prepares to celebrate Independence Day
on the third anniversary of the nuclear attacks.
ABILENE: The government decided that it could not properly conduct a war on terror
unless cyberspace was placed under federal control.
USIDent was the brainchild of the Republican party.
COMPUTER: Welcome to USIDent.
ABILENE: A colossal think tank formed under the protection of the Patriot Act.
COMPUTER: All information sanitised.
Two roads diverged in a wood and I, I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference.
You know Bobby and I are so proud
that we can unveil the first USIDent facility here in the Southland.
UPU 5.
Here at last.
ABILENE: Boxer Santaros had returned from the desert with a case of amnesia.
Someone had gotten under his skin.
Her name was Krysta Kapowski,
and together they had written a screenplay that foretold the tale of our destruction.
MAN ON TV: You almost wrecked my car.
Well?
Get in.
Stigmata.
WOMAN ON RADIO: We'll hear that fine new platter by Nat King Cole.
I'd Rather Have the Blues.
ABILENE: The war machine was running out of gas
and there was no alternative.
Alternative fuel that is.
Until one day
when a renegade scientist arrived in the Southland with a cure for our sickness.
He built this great big machine out in the ocean
that would generate a hydroelectric energy field called Fluid Karma,
a wireless network of electric power that would run machines by remote.
Machines that would never have to be refuelled.
MAN: Treer Products is proud to present the wizard Baron Von Westphalen
and his executive staff.
REPORTER: Have you built the world's first perpetual motion machine?
The ocean is a perpetual motion machine.
Fluid Karma is a simulation of the principles you see working right here.
As long as the waves continue to crash Fluid Karma will exist.
Quantum teleportation.
Explain the transport mechanism, that's all I'm asking.
Fluid Karma works via the principle of quantum entanglement.
Particles thus entangled will behave identically.
REPORTER: Operation Q.
The atomic test programme of the Federal Civil Defence Administration,
as seen by June Collin, reporter.
COLLIN: I had to see Operation Q through many eyes, not only my own
but as a reporter, through the eyes of the average American man and woman.
I'm Krysta, Krysta Now, and we are here live in Malibu with my guests today,
Shoshana Cox, Sheena Gee and Deena Storm.
Join us for an in-depth discussion of the penetrating issues facing society today.
Issues like abortion, terrorism, crime,
poverty, social reform, quantum teleportation,
teen horniness, and war.
Now we all made decisions in our youth to start doing porn,
I think it's time that we turn the mirror on ourselves.
SHOSHANA: And once you get on the bang bus, you never get off.
SHEENA: You know what, bang bus should be banned. It's totally unethical.
Even within the perimeters of porn.
Do you like to get slapped to the ground and fucked?
Too violent. Violence and porn should not mix. It gives porn a bad name.
You know what, I like to get fucked, I like to get fucked hard.
Amen to that.
Okay, but you have to draw the line somewhere.
I mean, violence is a big problem in our society today and I will not support it.
That is the primary reason why I won't do anal.
SHEENA: I didn't know that about you.
SHOSHANA: It makes me wanna give up anal. KRYSTA: Mmm-hmm.
Anyone who knows anything of history knows that great social changes
are impossible without feminine upheaval.
KRYSTA: Our first issue today is terrorism.
Go ahead and make fun of my prophesies all you want, Fortunio.
But deep down inside everyone wishes they were a porn star.
Really?
We're a bi-sexual nation living in denial.
All because of a bunch of nerds.
A bunch of nerds who got off a boat in the 15th century
and decided that sex was something to be ashamed of.
All the pilgrims did was ruin the American Indian orgy of freedom.
Have you been lying to me?
You have to trust me.
I'm here to protect you.
From who?
From the people out there who wanna destroy you.
ABILENE: Later that day,
Krysta had a lunch meeting with adult film director Cyndi Pinziki.
Well, in my first six movies I was just Krysta, you know, but then
in order to differentiate myself from the 76 other Krystas in the business,
- I added the Now. - Wow.
Well, it's all about now, 2008, not next week, not tomorrow.
If you wanna fuck me, you can fuck me now.
Wow.
So is that the name of your TV show, Now?
It's a topical discussion chat reality show.
A pop album, jewellery,
clothing and perfume line, the energy drink.
This is a very ambitious business plan.
- Can you keep a secret? - Of course.
I'm fucking a very large and important man.
Wow.
ABILENE: The search for Boxer Santaros
reached up into the highest levels of national security.
Led by none other than his mother-in-law,
Nana Mae Frost,
wife of Republican Senator Bobby Frost.
A former prom queen
and deputy director of the NSA.
Nana Mae Frost, please acknowledge.
COMPUTER: Identification confirmed. Welcome aboard, Ms. Frost.
Thank you.
Nana makes me wear these fucking things. Do I look like a nerd?
No.
- Welcome to Treer Plaza, Tower One. - Yes.
NANA MAE: We know that Boxer crossed the border into California.
There hasn't been a single fingerprint found in the system since then.
We know someone must be hiding him.
What the hell was he doing in Nevada?
We think he was kidnapped at a charity scavenger hunt down at the beach.
Somebody stole one of the prototype SUVs from a warehouse in San Pedro.
Tracking devices tell us that they crossed the border,
way out past Lake Mead.
Get over to the computer, I can show you some of the stuff.
All right.
WOMAN: (WHISPERING) He's being brainwashed.
I'm sending you the surveillance footage right now.
This footage was taken by his abductor,
someone with ties to the neo-Marxist movement.
Is that Boxer?
VAUGHN: Yes.
- Is this the last time anybody saw? - Yes. Except for these.
- What's that? Smoke? - Mmm-hmm.
Somehow the vehicle caught on fire. There was somebody in there, too.
What?
Baron has retrieved the charred remains of the body.
- Have they identified the body yet? - Not that I know of.
COMPUTER: Grid 90291.
ABILENE: Venice Beach was home to the neo-Marxist underground.
They were the disciples of German philosopher Karl Marx.
(EXCLAIMS)
Here we go. Just in time.
This is Fortunio Balducci, his new best friend.
Drug dealer, pimp,
co-producer on some new mystery project.
He's been crashing with Fortunio in Manhattan Beach all week.
They hooked up on some drug binge out in Vegas.
Our little Krysta has promised me a marriage killer.
Maybe even a election killer.
Boxer hasn't talked to his wife in a week. She's on the campaign trail.
Nobody knows where he's been, much to the Senator's dismay
and his bitch wife, Nana Mae.
People in Washington are already whispering.
Looks like the nervous breakdown of the century. Too bad it's an election year.
Nothing that an eight ball, a porn star and a tattoo parlour can't handle.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
ABILENE: Revelation 6.8
And behold a pale horse and he who sat on it,
his name was Death.
You know, there'd be a lot less violence in the world
if everyone just got a little more cardio. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, is that a bazooka?
That is a heat-seeking ground-to-the-air rocket launcher from Syria.
You can't afford that.
What exactly do you want?
I need some 9mm blanks.
What else do you need along with the blanks?
That's all. Just the blanks.
Here is your UPU 9 and the blanks.
What the fuck is this?
What, you won't take a personal cheque?
No, I won't take a fucking cheque.
Get the fuck out of my ice cream truck, you Crow-Magnum-bitch!
Say it again, mate. Say it again! Huh?
What, what was that, huh?
What was that? I can't hear you!
I can't hear you! What was that? Say it again, you fuck!
Cock fucker.
They've synthesised a narcotic. The narcotic is injected
into the neck. These are human receivers. They're conducting experiments on soldiers.
This is a known fact and no one will release the information.
Perpetual motion machines,
are machines that are supposed to disobey one of the laws of...
ABILENE: They called him Ronald Taverner,
and he was their pawn in a dangerous game
of political extortion.
Ronald, they're just blanks, sweetheart.
(SIGHING)
There's a delay in my reflection.
What'd you tell him?
That he hit his head in the desert and he has amnesia.
DION: Well, these things, these things better look real.
Ronald?
Bing said they're gonna look real.
When Ronald fires, he's gonna hit the squibs.
You just drugged and kidnapped an UPU 2 officer.
Okay, that's against the law, sweetheart.
Now, I need you to come out here and do this thing.
You need to become a racist cop.
Come on, honey. Let's dry our tears and face our fears.
Promise me you won't get hurt.
- We promise. - We promise.
ABILENE: The neo-Marxists had taken a hostage,
a hostage they would use to expose the sins committed by USIDent.
His mission was to impersonate his twin brother,
but his heart was filled with despair.
Officer Roland Taverner.
Of course you are. How you doing, man? When did you get back from the desert?
Don't exactly remember.
That's okay. That's okay, you're okay. Come on, let's go upstairs. Right over here.
This is an epic Los Angeles crime saga.
And you're researching your role? You play a cop? You want to do ride along?
Yes, exactly. But I'm also directing the film. It takes place in the near future.
Right.
Scientists are saying the future is gonna be far more futuristic
than they originally predicted. - Hmm.
The basic concept is this, I play an LAPD cop
who isn't who he seems.
He's a paranoid schizophrenic,
who has a supernatural gift.
He sees things.
And he senses a change in the city.
Crime suddenly skyrockets for no apparent reason.
The world is coming to an end.
And he's the only one who can see the truth.
What's the truth?
My character,
he realises that the apocalyptic crime rate is because of global deceleration.
The rotation of the Earth is slowing down
at a rate of point zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero
six miles per hour each day,
disrupting the chemical equilibrium in the human brain,
causing very irrational criminal behaviour.
How does he stop the global deceleration?
Oh, he can't stop it.
There is no stopping what can't be stopped. Only God
can stop it.
But The New York Times said, "God is dead."
So in the end, I die
in a very tragic downtown shootout,
while whispering my theory to Dr. Muriel Fox,
the oceanography disaster specialist.
Astrophysicist!
The oceanography disaster specialist,
sweetheart.
My character, his name
is Jericho Kane.
You're gonna have to wear a bulletproof vest.
Roland, let me ask you what goes through your head
when you sit behind the wheel,
cruising the streets, digesting humanity?
Is it a process of elimination?
Each car that passes,
the person inside, are they a mere suspect?
Or are we all innocents, our chariots mere chess pieces
waiting to be thrown from the gridlock and into the arms of the wolves?
Well, I'd say, we act like concerned citizens.
We look at all the people, all the cars.
We look for any unusual or erratic behaviour,
speed changes or lane changes that seem unsafe.
Yeah. But don't you think emotions come into play?
Judgement calls affected by whatever mood you're in on that particular day.
Emotional responses based on your past events.
Well, there is one thing.
I knew it.
I knew it. Tell me. Be honest.
To be honest,
we're just looking out for the niggers.
The niggers?
Yeah.
(WHISPERING) They're everywhere.
(LAUGHING)
- You're joking. - No, I'm not joking.
I'm just fucking with you, man.
That's a funny joke.
Yes! He said "nigger."
Yeah, but I don't think he said it with authority.
You know, I didn't believe him as a racist cop.
Fascist maybe, but not racist.
DREAM: Ask him about his Wife.
So what does your wife think about your new girlfriend?
- My wife? - Yeah.
Is she cool with the fact that you have a porn star girlfriend on the side?
- I'm not married. - You're not?
No, I'm not.
I could've sworn that you were married to the daughter of a Texas senator.
Senator Bobby Frost.
Yeah, well, I'm not.
I don't know what you're talking about and I don't know who he is.
Furthermore, I don't want to talk about this.
Why are you asking me questions? I just want to talk about my movie.
Okay. Let's talk about your film.
What's it really about?
It all hinges on a top-secret experiment.
Young couple comes home from the hospital with their newborn baby.
A week goes by and the baby still hasn't produced a bowel movement.
Maybe the baby's just constipated.
No, no, no. This is a very special baby.
This baby processes energy differently.
I haven't had a bowel movement in six days.
I haven't taken a piss either.
ABILENE: Revelation 11 tells the tale of two witnesses
who appear in Jerusalem to speak out against the sins of mankind.
They are eventually killed by those tormented by their prophecies.
The dude hasn't taken a shit
in a week.
When has it ever been in the Bible that you have to have a bowel movement?
- It's not written anywhere. - It's not written in the Bible,
but some things is written, like, in mother nature.
All of the animals shit. Cows shit, llamas shit.
DREAM: Do they like it? Do they want to?
If they had a voice would they rather not?
I think they feel better after they take a shit. I think they do like it. My answer is yes.
My answer is no.
Okay. We're never gonna agree on this. We got to stop arguing.
We have a lot of footage we got to shoot. We gotta get out of here. Where's Kenny?
Oh, look who decided to show up.
Dude, you are late.
You two don't understand. I mean, the shit is literally hitting the fan.
Whatever, dude.
- Are we still routing out of USIDent? - Yeah, of course, we never stopped.
Ken?
If he wakes up, give him an injection. They're right there.
Dude, you are late.
You two don't understand. I mean, the shit is literally hitting the fan.
ABILENE: The neo-Marxists had recruited young Kenny Chan
to work as a mole inside of USIDent.
Hey, Starla.
Can I get my coat back?
I appreciate it.
But it had been his great misfortune to trust his colleague,
Starla Von Luft.
Senator Bobby Frost arrived in the Southland,
as the campaign for the White House finds itself in a race
to secure California.
Senator Frost plans to tour the alternative fuel project
at Santa Monica Pier,
hoping to combat the intense criticism from environmental groups
that he does not support the alternative fuel movement.
REPORTER ON TV: USIDent has unravelled a conspiracy
involving the trafficking of human fingers.
Neo-Marxist cells are attempting to rig the upcoming election
using rogue fingerprints from severed thumbs.
Oh, Christ, almighty.
Lookie here.
"Teen horniness is not a crime."
- I never said it was. - Sir, I'm afraid it gets even worse.
Well, how the hell can it get any worse?
We just received this image of Boxer
from an unidentified source calling themselves Deep Throat 2.
They're transmitting from a scrambler. We can't trace it.
Oh, my God.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
Well, how about that. Talk of the devil.
We got an incoming call from Deep Throat 2.
Who are you? And what do you want?
This is Deep Throat 2. The bitch is back.
And she's got Boxer Santaros on tape in compromising positions.
Yeah. And how much do you want for the tape?
One million dollars cash.
And a yes vote endorsement by the Senator on Proposition 69.
Ms. Deep Throat, this is Senator Bobby Frost.
I just saw your little movie. I think it stinks.
Furthermore, we do not negotiate with terrorists.
And if you think you're gonna get any money out of us,
you got miles to go before you sleep,
and miles to go before you sleep.
Bitch.
All right. No need to panic.
We've always got phase two.
Wait. What is phase two? You didn't tell me there was a phase two.
Krysta, no offence to you and your little career makeover plan,
but we are trying to impact the outcome of an election.
ABILENE: Proposition 69
To Krysta that number had one meaning, and one meaning only.
To everyone else it was a proposition on the ballot to restrict the powers
of the oppressive institution known as USIDent.
My parents died in the Fourth of July attacks.
When will we be free of this terror? Vote no! No!
I think the press conference is over. Thank you.
ALL: Always the nerds.
And the Supreme Court are a bunch of assholes that...
Who the fuck elected them, anyway?
- Right? - Yeah.
I mean, they're a bunch of supreme shitheads, right?
Oh, don't tell me what to do with my body, you fuckstick. Right?
- I have a question for the Supreme Court. - Okay.
What happens when a woman has sex on a flight
from London to Los Angeles...
- Okay. -...then takes the morning-after pill
while flying across the time zone?
- I don't know. - Then it becomes the morning-before pill.
You are a genius.
- Hello! Can't answer to that. - Holy shit! That is brilliant.
Urban pacification units arrested a group
of individuals tied to the neo-Marxist movement
fighting to impose restrictions on the think tank organisation
through Proposition 69.
ACLU representatives joined the protest downtown
where there were more arrests.
ABILENE: Phase two was now in motion.
Dion and Dream were going to stage their own demise,
a desperate attempt to destroy USIDent.
Hit me again, baby.
You know, I still don't see why facial prosthetics are necessary.
That wasn't part of the plan.
I've told you a million times, genius,
Dion and I are cultural icons.
We cannot afford to get recognised by the camera.
Oh, that's right. See, I didn't realise that your spoken word poetry
had captured the cultural Zeitgeist of the nation dream.
Yeah, well, at least I'm not a second-rate comedian, Zora.
Just 'cause it's loud doesn't mean it's funny.
You know you might want to watch what you say, bitch.
'Cause sometimes a dream can become a nightmare on the turn of a dime.
Will you two just chill the fuck out?
Go get those squib detonators ready. They're gonna be here in, like, a hour.
Hey, Bing.
These off-road rollerblades were a great idea.
Thanks, Zora.
(SIGHING)
KENNY: There is a fucking firewall that someone is penetrating
and, you know, right now this place is probably fucking wired.
COMPUTER: Grid 90245.
No. No, I told you. I told you I tried the goddamn password.
- So you did hear me 13 minutes ago... - WOMAN: Yes.
-...about the firewall? - Yes.
KENNY: Get me a password that will work.
Fuck her.
You know what? Nana Mae Frost can eat a fucking dick.
Take him down.
- Kenny, get out of it. - No. No.
But you can't be calling me five times a day with this.
MAN: I'm at work!
Yeah, well...
Yeah, you know, cat throw-up doesn't come out.
So what the hell else you want me to do?
Fire at Will.
Wake up! Wake up! You have to wake up now!
Where is he?
I don't know!
Take him down.
- He doesn't know who he is. - Promise me you'll find him.
- I promise. - Okay. Good.
There's a window right up there. You've gotta go.
(BANGING ON DOOR)
I've had this recurring dream.
Tell me about it.
I wake up in this dungeon
and the walls are made of sand.
As I slowly make my way through this,
this maze,
approaching a light source at the end,
guess who's standing there waiting for me?
Who?
You.
Do you ever feel like there is a thousand people
locked inside of you?
Sometimes.
But it's your memory that keeps them glued together,
keeps all those people from
fighting one another.
Right.
Maybe, in the end, that's all we have.
The memory gospel.
Would you excuse me for a second?
Yes.
(DR. WESTPHALEN HUMMING)
Meet Dr. Inga Von Westphalen.
Charmed, I'm sure.
He is a fine specimen.
A divine specimen.
Whatever happens next is through no fault of your own.
We have read your screenplay.
The Power.
Give me.
How did you get a copy of my screenplay?
Don't look so scared, Mr. Santaros.
The future
is just like you imagined.
"This is the way the world ends.
"Not with a whimper.
"But with a bang."
COMPUTER: Grid 90401.
AIRPORT COMPUTER: Los Angeles International Airport.
Passenger Terminal 4.
Public restroom.
Ew! You're doing bathroom detail?
LAX.
Dude, I'm worried about Starla.
She's been on bathroom detail for 24 straight hours.
It's too much for one woman.
ABILENE: Starla had downloaded a copy of Boxer's screenplay
from Krysta's website.
Her romantic obsession led to a spiritual transformation.
She assumed the role of Dr. Muriel Fox,
and only she could help him solve the eternal mystery.
COMPUTER: Grid 90291.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Dispatch to Officer Taverner, do you copy?
Go ahead.
We have a possible domestic disturbance at 14000 Nowita Place, do you copy?
Copy that.
Are we getting called in to some shit?
Looks like it.
(SIRENS BLARING)
Transform.
Breathe.
Dream.
- Did you fuck him? - Yeah, I fucked him!
(DION GROANING)
I fucked him real good.
- You liked it? - I fucking loved it.
- You bitch! - I fucked your brother last night, too.
(DION GROANING)
- I'll fuck him in front of you, too. - You're a fucking slut.
- Don't point your finger at me! - Bitch, I'll fucking kill you!
You kill me, I'll get the fucking cops down here so fast.
How? How? How? You're going to be dead.
I know people.
- They're so good at improv. - Shh.
I fucking hate you!
- I fucking hate you! - Don't marry a ho.
- I wish we'd never got married! - You can't make one a housewife. You can't!
- Fuck! - I don't want to be a fucking housewife!
I like to suck dick!
That's what I like to do.
COMPUTER: Grid 90291.
Oh, look. Fellow officer of the law.
Howdy.
Hermosa Beach.
Little bit out of your jurisdiction.
Don't you think?
Well, there is no jurisdiction. We're all UPU 2 now.
WOMAN ON RADIO: We have a possible domestic disturbance at 14000 Nowita Place,
do you copy?
Boxer Santaros?
Good evening, Officer. I'm researching my movie.
DION: I call you what you are. I'll call you what I see.
- You're a fucking bitch! - DREAM: Fuck you!
Sounds like you could use a little back-up.
I think I can handle this.
No.
I think you could use a little back-up.
- You fucking bitch! - Fuck you. Don't call me a fucking bitch.
That's what I called you and I'll fucking kill you.
His fucking dick was 200 inches long.
- You can't get your dick hard. - What?
You can't fucking lay me.
Right behind you, Officer.
I give you my dick hard.
I've never seen so much fog.
Tidal generator.
Fucking asshole!
You fucking slut!
That's what you are. A fucking slut.
You can't get your fucking dick hard.
You want me to go fuck your brother on our wedding night.
I'll fucking knock the shit out of you, bitch.
- You'll have to tie me up... - I'll fucking kill you!
Fuck you! Don't fucking say that to me!
You're a fucking dick. I can't even believe I married you!
What the fuck is wrong with you people?
Is that Ronald?
Check this out, pig!
Fascist dogma applied. Revolution by surprise.
My vagina will not be denied a vote in your subjective election.
That's an original poem. By Dream.
Oh, shit!
Dream over.
Flow my tears.
Now that was loud. And that was funny.
They weren't armed.
This is my deal now.
Now get the fuck out of here.
Santaros.
You're not really here.
Who am I?
None of your business.
Now get the fuck out of here.
ABILENE: It was an inspired idea.
A staged double-murder,
committed by a racist cop,
captured on tape by a movie star with political ties.
Go!
But no one could've anticipated the untimely arrival
of Officer Bart Bookman.
(WHISPERING INCOHERENTLY)
Shit!
Fuck!
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
- Hello. - Is this
Jericho Kane?
- Yes. - This is Dr. Muriel Fox.
I've uncovered the secret documents about the tidal generator.
Your hypothesis was correct.
A corruption in the tidal drag has caused a rift
in a space-time continuum.
- Where has it reached? - Out in the desert.
Near Lake Mead.
There's more, but...
I cannot tell you here.
(WHISPERING) They're listening.
Call this number.
310-691-6496.
NARRA TOR: The 2008 Treer Saltair.
Coming soon.
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
BARON: Thank you.
It is a great honour and a privilege to be here.
- Thank you, Vaughn Smallhouse. - Did I just see two cars pork each other?
Indeed.
That was disgusting.
Sir, I wouldn't worry. That's the European version.
Oh.
BARON: The tides have turned.
No longer must we burn the spirits of the dead.
No longer must we treat our precious ozone layer
like the bastard step-child of the cosmos.
No longer can even the most jaded neocon fat cat
deny the majesty
of our Mother
Ocean.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hello.
This is Jericho Kane.
- What? - This is Jericho Kane.
Boxer?
Who's this?
Where are you?
I'm in Venice. Somewhere in Venice.
Boxer, Boxer. Go to the Baja Cantina.
It's at the mouth of the Venice Canal
on Washington Boulevard. Baja Cantina.
- It's a restaurant. - Baja Cantina?
You stay right there. I'll gonna send a car to get you.
- Where is he? - He's in Venice.
Baja Cantina, mouth of the Venice Canal, right on Washington Boulevard.
- Venice Beach, yeah. - Right, so we got him.
WOMAN: I just want to say that my heart is broke.
By the state of the world and the state of this city,
and those callers who are calling in,
what are you so frightened you have to pretend?
Have to pretend that they killed each other and you can't even see
that these people have...
(LAUGHING) Fuck.
It's an urgent problem regarding Boxer Santaros.
What do you mean he's unavailable? Unavailable my ass.
You tell Vaughn Smallhouse
he'd better not fuck with Deep Throat 2.
How the fuck am I supposed to blackmail some movie star
if I can't get his fucking representation on the phone?
These Hollywood managers, they think their shit don't smell.
Let me tell you something, Teri, when the shit hits the fan,
it all smells the same.
Fuck, yeah, it does.
I don't know what it is you've done,
but you have to promise me that he won't get hurt.
He's not the person you think he is.
Mr. Santaros.
Nice. Yeah. You got the hit out of the neo-Marxist underground,
and his bitch girlfriend.
Code name Dream.
Real name Veronica Mung.
(SIGHS)
Dion and Dream are dead.
They're not.
They were just squibs.
Those weren't squibs.
Yes, they were.
We doubled up on the squibs, Roland. Two each.
I thought my name was Ronald.
That's what I said. I said Ronald. What?
- What's wrong with you? - I think you've been lying to me, Zora.
Yeah.
I think you've been lying to me all along.
Okay, now you're just being paranoid, Ronald.
Um... Listen, guys, um,
I think I'm gonna rollerblade on home now, because,
I don't really want to be involved in this.
Any more.
At all.
Okay, Bing.
Go ahead.
Good luck.
You can keep the rollerblades.
Zora, just consider them a gift.
You take care now.
COMPUTER: Grid 91291.
Venice City Beach. Market Street.
Speedway
Fall the fuck out!
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
(CAR SPEEDING AWAY)
ABILENE: Revelation 22.
For it will never be night again.
And they will not need lamplight or sunlight.
Because the Lord God will be shining on them.
They will reign forever
and ever.
Two Venice Beach residents were found dead earlier today
in what appears to be a domestic dispute that ended in tragedy.
Veronica Mung, a celebrated performance artist,
who used the stage name Dream,
was allegedly shot by her husband and fellow performance artist,
Dion Element. Authorities believe that Element
then turned the gun on himself. - Smart.
The couple, well known as the John and Yoko of the Venice underground,
had ties to the growing neo-Marxist movement.
How safe is your car?
Which vehicles are the favourite targets of renegade terrorist car bombs?
Excuse me, sir.
Do you have a cell phone I could use?
WOMAN ON TV: There are concerns over the rise of the red tide.
What some beach-goers think is dirty, rusty water is actually a natural occurrence
of mass plankton... - Local call?
-...that bloomed during the summer months. - Local call.
The phenomenon began two weeks ago as the Treer Tidal Generator began
a series of system tests... - Thanks.
...off the coast of Santa Monica.
Federal health officials say the red tide is not dangerous
to beach-goers. But, they recommend a shower after swimming.
MAN ON TV: Interstate travel visas are frozen, as the government issues
a Code Red terror alert for the holiday weekend.
Come on.
(GUN CLICKS)
Officer Roland Taverner.
(GROANS)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
ABILENE: Revelations 12 and 13 tell the tale of a pregnant woman,
a dragon and two beasts.
Boxer Santaros has arrived.
ABILENE: They are the puppets of the antichrist.
What? You've got amnesia?
You're my wife.
(SCOFFING) Oh, God, I can't...
I am just so glad you're alive.
MAN ON TV: A Hermosa Beach woman brutally assaults an UPU officer
with an oversized dildo.
A reversible birth control option for dogs may one day replace neutering.
Did you get the tape?
When do I get paid?
Soon enough, baby.
That shit better not get out.
Oh, it won't.
We're gonna get paid a lot of money.
To destroy it.
(BREATHING HEAVILY) You wanna fuck?
Or watch a movie?
(SINGING) Teen horniness is not a crime
Open your heart and your mind
Horniness is on the rise
Look inside and you will find
Teen horniness is not a crime
Open your heart and your mind
Find her. And bring her to me, right now.
Can't stop teens' masturbation
We think it was a neo-Marxist group that abducted you.
Cockroaches.
- Careful what you say, Senator. - Bullshit.
Krysta Now has arrived.
Now.
(MADELINE LAUGHING)
Oh, I can't wait to meet her.
Cockchuggers 2.
Cockchugging?
Who the fuck makes this shit, huh?
Hey, hey. She just cut her own pop album.
"Teen horniness is not a crime.
"Keep an open heart and an open mind."
She's developing her own reality show,
clothing line, jewellery, perfume and not to mention an energy drink, which I tried.
And her drink tastes
really, really good.
- Can I see the Cockchuggers? - No!
No, can you not see that she has completely set you up?
I mean is there...
ls there like video footage of the two of you together?
Yeah.
There is.
Lots of it.
Okay. Okay, so we have to give the bitch whatever she wants.
She wants a million dollars and a yes vote on Proposition 69.
Are you Deep Throat 2?
I'm not in that movie.
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, we have to give her whatever she wants
to get that DVD back.
- It's just case-closed. - This is extortion, sweetiekins.
A million dollars is a lot of money. And we don't negotiate with terrorists.
Cockchugging 2!
If this gets out, the election is over.
It's an election year, Bob.
Everyone Days.
They're right, Bob. We should pay.
Deep Throat 2 can be silenced.
You just take it out of his bank account. Thank God I didn't sign a pre-nup.
And you know what? Maybe now is the time to let you know
that I am pregnant with your child.
Pregnant? She's pregnant?
Yeah, you're gonna be a granddaddy. Miss Krysta,
did somebody put you up to this?
Yeah.
He did.
He paid me to bring Boxer back from the desert safe and in one piece.
- Baron, Baron? - No. No.
- Is this true? - Preposterous!
Hold my drink. I'll take you down, you little shit!
No, listen to me. Would you stop it?
Hey, we're on the same team here. Baron would not sabotage the campaign.
Who you gonna trust, Bob?
A Nobel prize-winning scientist, or a two-bit porn star?
I don't know, Dad.
I wouldn't trust him. Because you know
he's been secretly funding the neo-Marxist movement.
What?
How dare you? Those clowns
know less about Karl Marx than that Chihuahua.
No! You have been secretly sabotaging this campaign.
From the inside-out.
You should be very careful
about pointing fingers, Madeline.
Because I happen to know that you are pregnant
with Brandt's baby!
And I have the blood tests to prove it.
Baron?
Baron.
The car is waiting, mein schatz.
Not now, Mother.
Mr. Takehashi
has accepted
the terms of the deal.
We have to deal with Deep Throat 2.
Brandt. You're mine.
MADELINE: I'm not staying here when all this stuff is going on right now
and Mom is out there and she's not in here with us.
- MAN 1: It's all right. - I don't like that.
MADELINE: It makes me feel anxious. I don't want to be here.
MAN 2: You will never get re-elected.
I love you, Jericho Kane.
(ENGINE STARTING)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hello.
S TA RLAJ Jericho ?
Yeah.
Go to the base of the Santa Monica pier.
Through the looking-glass, you'll find what you are looking for.
We saw the shadows of the morning light.
Shadows of the evening sun.
Until light and shadows
WETG 0H8.
Go!
Before it is too late.
This is the wizard of Baron Von Westphalen. Remove the palatin body from Utopia 3.
So it begins.
KEFAUVER: But then Satan answered the Lord in his snivelling, conniving way,
and said, "Does Job fear God for no reason?
"Have you not put a hedge around him and his house
"and all that he has on every side?
"You have blessed the work of his hand
"and his possessions have increased in the land.
"But stretch out your hand and touch all that he has
"and he will curse you to your face."
ABILENE: The Baron had been conducting experiments on soldiers stationed in Iraq.
Fluid Karma.
The elixir of God.
Injected into the neck.
Only a few of us made it home alive.
The Baron claims that Fluid Karma is safe,
but he refuses to release the environmental impact report from Utopia 3.
Why are we being kept in the dark? What is he hiding?
REPORTER ON TV: A deal for the Japanese license to Fluid Karma
said to be moments from closing.
ABILENE: The Baron's quest for global domination was almost complete.
Negotiations had concluded with Hideo Takehashi,
the Prime Minister of Japan.
Takehashi was willing to relinquish one of his fingers
in exchange for access to Fluid Karma.
(SCREAMING)
You bastard,
you said finger, not entire hand.
Clearly, your attorneys didn't read the whole contract.
It stipulates a six-inch margin of error in the cutting radius.
Contract said finger only.
BARON: Serpentine.
Have Mr. Takehashi's hand bronzed and mounted
on a cheap wooden plaque.
Here at home the Southland continues to sizzle with record-breaking
triple-digit temperatures in the valleys and the deserts.
Palmdale residents endured temperatures as high as 124 degrees.
This guy, he ain't no joke.
So don't waste his fucking time, you hear me?
Martin Kefauver has arrived.
Is it kind?
It's medicinal.
Yo, dawg, I've seen all your movies.
You're great.
I know I'm great. Tell me something I don't know.
My dad is your plastic surgeon.
Barry Kefauver's kid.
- Yeah. - Shit, man! How the hell are you?
Hey, tell your dad I said hey. I mean,
tell him I'm gonna give him a call.
- Oh, yeah, yeah. - Yeah.
Fallujah.
Shit got fucked up. Anyways, hey.
Let's get down to business.
What is it?
Straight up Fluid Karma.
Me and my boys have been smuggling this shit out of Utopia.
Look, green, you dream.
Blue, in an hour you feel new.
And you can forget about Mellow Yellow and Agent Orange, 'cause, hey,
I'm giving you blood red.
Do you bleed?
I said, do you bleed?
Yeah, yeah, dawg.
Well, then you take the blood train.
You talk to God.
Without even, without even seeing him.
You hear his voice and you see his disciples.
They appear like angels under a sea of black umbrellas.
Angels can see through time.
Thanks, dawg.
(SINGING) I got soul but I'm not a soldier
I got soul but I'm not a soldier
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh, don't you put me on the back burner
You know you got to help me out Yeah
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, oh, don't you put me on the back burner
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Over and then
last call for sin
While everyone's lost, the battle is won
With all these things that I've done
All these things that I've done
If you can hold on
ABILENE: My face haunted his dreams.
For billions of years, the daily cycles of the ocean tides
have influenced patterns of hunting, breeding and feeding behaviour,
among the developing life forms of our planet.
REPORTER: 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.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
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.
ABILENE: Pandora's box had been left exposed to prying eyes.
How did you get this?
Hey, over here.
What's with the get-up?
I've got the tape of me and Boxer in my bag.
And what are you gonna 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.
Oh, you know what, I think there's one in the Poopdeck.
Okay, get Sheena and Deena.
We'll meet them at Hermosa with the cameras.
Let's do this.
REPORTER 1: Pilot Abilene is accused of being
a part of a group of soldiers who have smuggled the drug out of Utopia 3.
REPORTER 2: Hermosa Police issue an arrest warrant for Taverner.
The former mayor remains at large hidden by neo-Marxist underground.
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 2, I presume?
It's the only copy?
I don't work in distribution. Yes, that's the only copy.
No, 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 neighbour'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 gonna do with all that free money?
I'm gonna 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.
Yeah, well, you know what? You're gonna 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 gonna leave you with a little present.
Wow.
I am flattered, what is it?
- A taser gun to the balls. - What?
(TASER GUN FIRING)
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 gonna cost you a lot more than a million dollars
to get your hands on that one.
Because when all is said and done,
nobody rocks the cock like Cyndi Pinziki.
(TASER GUN FIRING)
Eat shit, you fucker.
Whoa, yeah!
That little bitch, she stole it.
CYNDI: What?
Your friend Krysta, she stole the tape for a stupid reality show.
She's gonna go primetime with it.
She probably thinks it's the footage of her and...
(ZORA SCREAM/NG)
What?
Go 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 'em, I will.
Vote no on Proposition 69.
REPORTER: President Bush was received warmly
by a group of Orange County Republican business leaders.
We made it such that an underground industry thrives on human beings.
The question that the President did not address was the rising gas prices
starting to threaten the GDP of the California economy.
REPORTER: 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 3 facility
off the Pacific coast.
ABILENE: I felt a premonition.
Danger was on the horizon.
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?
(WHISPERING) They're listening.
They're watching.
If you should succeed, remember me, my love.
Remember my name.
I will
I-
I want to suck your dick.
If you don't let me suck your dick, I'm gonna kill myself.
Wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait.
COMPUTER: Target locked.
Take your pants off right now or I'm gonna pull the trigger.
Take them off.
Okay.
Jericho Kane
is gonna make your wish come true,
and turn you into a new woman.
We can rent a room at Shutters. It's my favourite place.
All right, we are trailing Zora Carmichaels and Bart Bookman.
They are driving a silver pickup truck looking to rendezvous
with Krysta Kapowski, aka Krysta Now,
blonde, 5'4", 110 pounds.
Apparently, there is a tape in her possession. That is the target.
There's her 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 mean a 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.
- Yeah. It's good. - It's hot.
Sir, those people are trying to kill me.
- Get the fuck out of my way. - Do you know who we are?
- What's your hurry, bitch? - Oh, don't you...
Anybody else wanna take a swing at me?
Krysta, it's the wrong tape, you stupid whore.
Fascist pigs.
Oh, my God.
Why did I buy this car?
- Hello. - Fortunio.
- Hey, hey. - It's Boxer.
- I'm at 26th Street, on The Strand, okay? - Okay, bye.
ABILENE: Fortunio was on the Baron's payroll all along.
His orders were to deliver the specimen to Treer Plaza before sundown.
There's no turning back now.
You're a good friend.
ABILENE: 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.
The Eliot campaign will celebrate the holiday
with a memorial concert at the Taper Centre. Eliot will attend the concert with his family,
while Senator Frost will attend the launch of the Treer MegaZeppelin,
just several blocks away.
ABILENE: Paranoia began to consume their lives.
REPORTER 1: Thousands gathered to witness the maiden voyage
of the Baron's technological marvel,
the Southland's newest wonder, the Treer MegaZeppelin.
REPORTER 2: ...at the hills above Los Angeles today,
while on the ground, authorities are bracing for the first riots since 1992.
REPORTER 3: You can see right there a car bomb went off just moments ago.
So why do you wanna kill yourself?
I got drafted, dawg.
Gotta go to Iraq,
maybe Syria.
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, dawg?
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, dawg.
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. - That's right.
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.
Did you retrieve the DVD from Deep Throat 2?
Affirmative, Cyndi.
I'm gonna 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, Cyndi. 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.
ANNOUNCER ON PA: More than a hundred thousand people have gathered
for the largest block party in the history of Los Angeles.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.
JENNY: "Farewell, one and only beloved.
"I cannot write any more, or my head will be all in a whirl.
(SPEAKING LATIN)
"Adieu. Adieu, my sweetheart, Jenny."
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.
REPORTER: News. On fire... The surrounding stores...
You can see people running in and out of the clothing store...
Another explosion just took off down,
right down there off of 4th Street.
ABILENE: 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.
Simon says, "Lower your side arm, please."
Are you just deaf or wilfully stupid? I told you to lower that fucking side arm.
And there you go.
Well, come on in.
NANA MAE: They're trying to rig the election.
California is too close to call.
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.
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.
REPORTER: There are thousands, probably tens of thousands, of protesters
all up and down the streets and spreading out into
the surrounding arteries coming in toward the downtown area.
ANNOUNCER ON PA: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Treer MegaZeppelin.
The project was called Serpentine Dream Theory.
The tidal generator within Utopia 3,
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 4th dimension.
A rift in the fabric of space-time.
Half a kilometre 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 4th 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.
DR. KUNTZLER: So we learnt.
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.
DREAM: 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 travelled 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 travelled through the rift.
And this
is all that's left of your past-self.
This body.
This artefact.
This dual existence of a single human soul
could unlock the secret of creation. The secret of humankind.
SANTAROS: 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 travelled in,
were to come into immediate close contact with one another.
Where did you get this?
Pilot Abilene.
Did you bleed?
ABILENE: 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, dawg, where are we headed?
Somewhere downtown.
We have to go downtown.
He's in an ice-cream truck.
I can feel it.
REPORTER: There is automatic weapon fire, we understand, from down on the ground.
And we just heard the news...
Yo, dawg.
I'm gonna empty out my account.
Take everything I got.
Neat.
ATM: Welcome to the Rove Credit Union.
Please have your USIDent card ready in order to make your transaction.
Welcome, Martin Kefauver. Welcome.
Martin... Welcome, welcome, welcome.
Yo, dawg, it says... It says "transaction denied," dawg.
Yo. What do I do?
We're going to take the ATM machine with us to Mexico.
ANNOUNCER ON PA: Ladies and gentlemen, please rise for the national anthem.
I give you, Rebekah Del Rio.
(SINGING IN SPANISH)
(SINGING) 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
O, say, does that
Star-Spangled Banner yet wave
(ENGINE STARTING)
O'er the land of the free
And the home of the
brave?
POLICEMAN ON RADIO: We've got a perimeter breach at Caltrans Building.
I repeat...
Die, you fucking pig!
(MACHINE GUN FIRING)
CARLOS: 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.
WOMAN: Stay inside, and you know, Carlos, we're getting information
that it was a neo-Marxist group that had started the rioting.
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.
(GASPING)
Officer Roland Taverner.
How are you?
Fuck!
Ice-cream truck.
Teri?
We got to fucking go!
Teri. You've gone too far.
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.
You got that right.
Roland Taverner
and his twin brother,
they're the same person, aren't they?
Two identical souls walking the face of the Earth,
co-existing in the same dominion of chaos.
What will happen
if they shake hands?
The 4th dimension will collapse upon itself.
You stupid bitch.
WOMAN ON TV: Again, don't be alarmed, but stay inside.
CARLOS ON TV: Very serious situation. We're of course watching it,
and we'll continue to update you as we get details right here in our newsroom.
The ocean is in control.
You can see that the rioting continues downtown
and it's a problem right now, because
it looks like the crowds are growing and growing.
Yes, Carlos. And even though we no longer have contact with our chopper out there,
we do understand that it is the neo-Marxist group that started these riots...
And this is the tower of fire.
We have to evacuate.
What in God's name are you talking about?
(MACHINE GUNS FIRING)
Go, men. Go! Go! Go!
There he is. Let's go.
POLICEMAN ON RADIO: We've got automatic weapons fired at 4th Street and Hill.
I think they're already inside. Recommend open fire into the crowd.
No.
Roland!
Yo, yo, dawg. You all right?
Well done, soldier.
Take the target.
You can't miss.
All right. Come on, let's go! Let's go!
ANNOUNCER ON PA: Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you, Krysta Now,
Shoshana Cox,
Sheena Gee, and Deena Storm.
They are The Memory Gospel dancers.
- That's not the point right now. I just... - Leave here, immediately.
(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
It had to be this way.
I know.
He's going to die.
There's nothing we can do about it.
Is this some kind of an orgy or something?
What the hell is he doing?
(MUSIC STOPS)
(ALARM BLARING)
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. - I swear to God I'll do it.
ANNOUNCER ON PA: Ladies and gentlemen, the party is over.
Have a nice apocalypse.
Put down the gun.
This is all in my head.
I could 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.
ANNOUNCER ON PA: 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 the first time I saw him.
Get me out of here. Get me out of here.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
It wasn't our fault.
Wasn't our fault.
Friendly fire.
I forgive you.
Friendly fire.
- I forgive you. - Friendly fire.
I forgive you.
ABILENE: 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.