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the American Indian orgy of freedom.

You been lying to me?

You have to trust me.

I'm here to protect you.

From who?

From the people out there

who want to destroy you.

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 want to f*** me,

you can f*** me... now.

Wow.

So is that the name

of your TV show? Now?

It's a topical-discussion-

chat-reality show.

Got the pop album, the jewelry,

clothing and perfume line,

the energy drink.

This is a very ambitious

business plan.

Can you keep a secret?

Of course.

I'm f***ing a very large

and important man.

Wow.

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,

former prom queen

and Deputy Director of the NSA.

Nana Mae Frost,

please acknowledge.

Identification confirmed.

Welcome aboard, Miss Frost.

Thank you.

Nana makes me wear

these f***ing things.

Do I look like a nerd?

No.

- Welcome to Treer Plaza, tower one.

- Yes.

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.

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.

- All right.

- He's been 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?

Yes.

Is this the last time anybody saw him?

Yes, except for these.

What's that, smoke?

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.

Grid nine zero two

nine one.

Venice Beach was home

to the Neo-Marxist underground.

They were the disciples

of German philosopher Karl Marx.

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 an 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 b*tch 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 tattoo parlor can't handle.

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-air

rocket launcher from Syria.

You can't afford that.

What exactly do you want?

I need some

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 f*** is this?

What, you won't take

a personal check?

No, I won't take a f***ing check.

Get the f*** out of my ice cream truck,

you Cro-Magnon b*tch.

Say it again, man.

Say it again.

Huh? What was that?

Huh?

What was that?

I can't hear you.

I can't hear you.

What was that?

Say it again, you f***!

There.

Cock f***er.

They've synthesized 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...

They called him Ronald Taverner,

and he was their pawn

in a dangerous game

of political extortion.

...disorder in the universe.

You're just reading a bunch of stuff

you read off the Internet.

You're not listening.

- I always think that...

- You're not listening.

- ... writes about science.

- This is a law of thermodynamics...

Ronald, they're just blanks,

sweetheart.

...terribly difficult.

We deduce

from the other laws of physics,

it is an application of...

...are reversible.

There's a delay in my reflection.

...which implies that if you start

with n possible states...

What did you tell him?

That he hit his head in the desert,

and he has amnesia.

The Baron claims

that Fluid Karma is safe,

but he refuses to release

the environmental...

Well, these things...

these things better look real.

Ronald?

Bing said they're going to look real.

When Ronald fires,

he's going to 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.

If you succeed in building one,

you are guaranteed

not to be able to explain it

using the known laws of physics.

Promise me you won't get hurt.

We promise.

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.

Oh, 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 a ride-along?

Yes, exactly.

But I'm also directing the film.

It takes place in the near future.

Right.

Scientists are saying

the future's going to be

far more futuristic

than they originally predicted.

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 realizes 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,

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