Southland Tales Page #4

ACLU representatives

joined the protest downtown,

where there were more arrests.

...and I know what I want.

- We need to stay in the moment...

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 told you a million times, genius,

Dion and I are cultural icons.

We cannot afford to get recognized

by the camera.

Oh, that's right.

See, I didn't realize

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 because it's loud

doesn't mean it's funny.

You know, you might want

to watch what you say, b*tch.

Sometimes a dream can become

a nightmare on the turn of a dime.

Will you two just chill the f*** out?

Go get those squib detonators ready,

They're going to be here

in, like, an hour.

Hey, Bing, these off-road rollerblades

were a great idea.

Thanks, Zora.

There is a f***ing firewall

that someone is penetrating.

And you know what?

Right now this place is probably wired.

Grid nine zero two

four five.

No, no, I told you.

I told you, I tried

the goddamn password.

So you did hear me

- Yes.

- About the firewall?

Give me a password that will work.

F*** her.

You know what?

Nana Mae Frost can eat a f***ing dick.

Take him down.

Kenny, get out of there...

No, no.

Look, you can't be calling me

five times a day with this.

I'm at work.

Yeah, well...

Yeah, you know,

cat throw-up doesn't come out.

So what the hell is it

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 got to go.

I've had this recurring dream.

Tell me about it.

I wake up in this dungeon.

The walls are made of sand.

As I slowly make my way

through 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's

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.

Maybe in the end that's all we have.

The memory gospel.

Would you excuse me for a second?

Yes.

"Here we go

round the prickly pear.

Here we go round the prick... "

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.

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.

Grid nine zero four

zero one.

Los Angeles International Airport

passenger terminal four,

public restroom.

Eww, you're doing bathroom detail?

LAX.

Pacific Park.

Dude, I'm worried about Starla.

She's been on bathroom detail

for 24 straight hours.

That's too much for one woman.

Venice Beach.

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.

Grid nine zero two

nine one.

Dispatch to Officer Taverner,

do you copy?

Go ahead.

We have a possible

domestic disturbance

at 14000 Nowita Place.

Do you copy?

Copy that.

We getting called in to some sh*t?

Looks like it.

Transform. Breathe.

Dream.

Did you f*** him?

Yeah, I f***ed him!

I f***ed him real good!

Oh, you liked it?

I f***ing loved it!

Oh, you b*tch!

I f***ed your brother last night, too.

I'll f*** him in front of you, too!

You a f***ing slut!

Don't point your finger at me.

B*tch, I'll f***ing kill you.

You kill me, I'll get the f***ing cops

out here so fast.

How? How? How?

You're going to be dead!

I know people!

They're so good at improv.

I f***ing hate you!

I f***ing hate you!

Don't marry a ho.

You can't make one a housewife.

You can't.

I don't want to be

a f***ing housewife!

I like to suck dick!

That's what I like to do.

Grid nine zero two

nine one.

Oakwood Avenue.

Oh, look, a 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.

We have

a possible domestic disturbance

at 14000 Nowita Place.

Do you copy?

Boxer Santaros?

Good evening, officer.

I'm researching my movie.

Sounds like you could use

a little backup.

I think I can handle this.

No.

I think you could use a little backup.

No, you f***ing b*tch.

F*** you!

Don't call me a f***ing b*tch!

That's what I called you,

and I'll f***ing kill you!

His f***ing dick

was 200 inches long!

You can't get your dick hard!

- What?

- You can't f***ing...

Behind you, officer.

I've never seen so much fog.

Tidal Generator.

F***ing a**hole!

You f***ing slut.

That's what you are, a f***ing slut.

You can't get your f***ing dick hard!

That's why I had to f***

your brother on our wedding night.

I'll f***ing knock

the sh*t out of you, b*tch.

You knock the sh*t out of me,

I'll sue the sh*t out of you!

F*** you!

Don't f***ing say that to me.

You're a f***ing dick.

I can't even believe I married you.

What the f*** 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, sh*t.

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 f*** out of here...

Santaros.

You're not really here.

Who am I?

None of your business.

Now, get the f*** out of here.

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.

Sh*t.

Cease to resist

Giving my goodbyes

- Drive my car

- F***!

Into the ocean

You'll think I'm dead

But I sail away

On a wave of mutilation

Wave of mutilation

Wave of mutilation

Wave

Wave

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 the space-time continuum.

Where is the rift?

Out in the desert,

near Lake Mead.

There's more, but...

I cannot tell you here.

They're listening.

Call this number.

The 2008 Treer Saltair.

Coming soon.

Thank you.

It is a great honor

and a privilege to be here.

Thank you,

Vaughn Smallhouse.

Did I just see two cars

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