Southland Tales Page #9

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 b*tch.

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 f***ing 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 b*tch was crazy.

Get me out of here.

It wasn't our fault.

It wasn't our fault.

Friendly fire.

I forgive you.

Friendly fire.

- I forgive you.

- Friendly fire.

- Friendly fire.

- I forgive you.

- Friendly fire.

- I forgive you.

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.

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