TITLE CARD: LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA -- JULY 3 2008

EXT. PACIFIC OCEAN -- DAWN

HELICOPTER SHOT: The CAMERA soars east over the OCEAN against
the purple sky at dawn.

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

Throughout the earth's history... tidal
braking has played a dominant role in the
rotation of the planet. Currently... the
secular change in the rate of rotation
increases the length of day by some 2.3
milliseconds per century.

The CAMERA drifts up... revealing the lights of the SOUTHERN

CALIFORNIA COASTLINE in the distance.

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

As the tides move water around the globe,
the moment of inertia of the earth
changes. On rare occasion... this change
is so significant that the residual
effects on human behavior become evident.

As the CAMERA flies closer to the coastline... a massive SEA

VESSEL emerges through the mist of the early morning.

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

A collision of circumstance wrought by
the tides upon the physiology of
mankind... the greatest of all species to
emerge from the ocean thus far.

We reveal a NAVAL AIRCRAFT CARRIER anchored in the sea near

the SANTA MONICA COASTLINE... less than two miles from the
SANTA MONICA PIER.

EXT. SANTA MONICA PIER -- DAWN

ECU on a US ARMY SOLDIER (20s). He takes a hit off a JOINT.

He closes his eyes... exhaling pot smoke. The sound of
CRASHING WAVES fills the vacuum of night under the halogen
lamps.

The Soldier glances over his shoulder into the ARCADE where
several soldiers are assembled around a game called DANCE
DANCE REVOLUTION. A soldier named PAUL PILOT (20s) is rocking
out on the machine with some dope moves.

SOLDIER
PAUL! IT'S YOUR SHIFT!!

Paul finishes his dance routine and runs over to take the
Soldier's place at the edge of the pier.

PAUL
Give me a hit.

The Soldier hands Paul the joint.

 PAUL
Is this schwag?

SOLDIER
Fuck no. This is straight up Cabo
Hyrdoponic. Make you rock out with your
cock out you little boy band bitch.

The Soldier then retrieves a CD from his jacket. Paul is on

the cover. He is a pop star who has been drafted.

SOLDIER
Will you autograph this for my little
sister?

PAUL
Sure.

Paul signs it and hands it back. The Soldier runs over

excitedly toward DANCE REVOLUTION.

SOLDIER
My turn!

Paul takes a long hit off the joint... exhaling a cloud of

smoke.

PAUL
Fuuuuuuucccckkkk.

Paul puts on a pair of TARGETING HEADGEAR GOGGLES.

HEADGEAR POV: We see the INFRARED NIGHT of the Santa Monica

coastline through the cross-hairs.

The CAMERA PULLS BACK and cranes away from PAUL'S FACE...
revealing that Paul is sitting in a MILITARY CROWS NEST
surrounded by SAND BAGS on the north side of the pier. There
is a huge FUTURISTIC SNIPER RIFLE mounted in front of him.

We pull back further... revealing the entire SANTA MONICA

PIER in all of its NEON GLORY. From the shadows beneath the
pier a 3-D TITLE WINDOW ILLUMINATES... sending an array of
light over the sand.

SOUTHLAND TALES

Beneath it an MPAA logo illuminates... flickering slightly:

R: RESTRICTED (UNDER 17 REQUIRES PARENT OR ADULT GUARDIAN)

EXT. EXXON OIL REFINERY -- TORRANCE -- DAWN

Various INSERTS from the smokestacks at the EXXON OIL

REFINERY in Torrance. Smoke billows out before a HUGE
AMERICAN FLAG mounted on the north face of the complex.

A 3-D TITLE CARD illuminates:

PART ONE - THE POWER

EXT. GAS STATION -- NEXT

The Range Rover pulls up to the pump at a GAS STATION. The

driver's side window rolls down. The ELDERLY FEMALE DRIVER
reaches out and places his thumb on an LCD SCREEN mounted on
an extension from the pump.

A US IDENT GRAPHIC appears on the screen with his photograph

and personal information... followed by an array of CREDIT
CARD information.

DRIVER
Visa. Supreme Unleaded. Fill it up.

Nothing happens.

DRIVER
(yelling)
VISA. SUPREME UNLEADED. FILL IT UP.

A ROBOTIC GAS NOZZLE extrudes from the pump and searches for
the GAS VALVE. It tracks with a LASER GUIDE along the surface
of the Rover and then stops at the valve with automated
precision. The nozzle then inserts itself into the valve and
begins to fill the tank with gasoline.

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

The most recent terrorist attack on
American soil had accelerated the
inevitable. After all, there was only so
much oil on the face of the earth, and
the ongoing war in the middle east made
it all quite complicated and expensive.

The CAMERA drifts over to the glowing sign that advertised

the GAS PRICES. SUPREME UNLEADED is listed at $4.20/GALLON.

A LONG LINE OF CARS is honking... waiting in line for gas.

EXT. DOCKWEILER STATE BEACH -- EARLY MORNING

Dockweiler State Beach. Traffic is gridlocked on VISTA DEL

MAR. On the sand there are BARRELS BURNING... sending smoke
across the horizon. ARMY SOLDIERS and HOMELESS PEOPLE are
everywhere.

MORNING RADIO HOST (V.O.)

...Star 98.7 morning traffic report. LAX
remains officially closed at this time
due to a code red security alert.
Northbound traffic on the 405 is heavily
congested due to holiday traffic...

A group of SCIENTISTS are taking measurements of the TIDE

BREAK POINTS on the sand with LASER POINT DEVICES. There are
various FLAGS marked in the sand with a TRIER logo on them.

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

Loath to recognize that dependence on
foreign oil was destroying the American
way of life, congress approved a four
 hundred billion dollar research project.
Dr. Inga Neuberger was the head of
research for the Trier Corporation, a
German pioneer in advanced alternative
fuel sources.

DR. INGA NEUBERGER (70s), faces the ocean in an elegant black

business suit. Behind her is a team of RESEARCHERS and STOCK
HOLDERS. She turns to face them.

INGA
The linear accelerator is running at full
capacity on the ocean floor one mile east
of Catalina island. We are currently
generating 10,000 Kilowatts of
hydroelectric energy per cubic inch of
seawater.

STOCKHOLDER
So within five years this engine could
fly an airplane... fueled by saltwater?

INGA
It could fly a lear jet around the world
on less than four hundred gallons of salt
water.

STOCKHOLDER
Good lord.

The stockholder glances down at his GLOSSY FOLDER with the

TRIER LOGO emblazoned upon it.

EXT. 405 FREEWAY -- NEXT

Gridlock on the 405 freeway. A HUGE JUMBO-TRON is mounted

above the freeway. There is a BLINKING RED BAR at the top.
Beneath it are the blinking words "BE PREPARED... STAY
INFORMED" with an IMAGE of UNCLE SAM pointing at traffic.

At the bottom is scrolling text for the website: www.dhs.gov

EXT. DHS OFFICE BUILDING -- EARLY MORNING

A HIGH-RISE BUILDING in Westwood looms over the city.

INT. DHS OFFICE BUILDING -- NEXT

The CAMERA descends into a sea of CUBICLES on the top floor

of the building. A LARGE DIGITAL DISPLAY is mounted on the
wall. SURVEILLANCE IMAGES from all over the city flicker
across the screen with dreamlike rhythm.

The CAMERA approaches a cubicle where STARLA VON LUFT (38)

sits in front of a computer with a headset on. She types
feverishly... her eyes blinking with robotic precision. She
grabs a CHEETO from a bag and places it in her mouth.

In her cubicle there are more than a dozen pictures of a

movie star named BOXER SANTAROS (35) from every glossy fan
magazine you could imagine. It is like a shrine made by a
fourteen year-old girl.

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

With the implementation of US-IDENT, a
costly and aggressive security measure
subcontracted by the Department of
Homeland Security, thirty-eight year old
computer programmer Starla Von Luft spent
her day accumulating statistics of
criminal activity in the greater Los
Angeles area.

A SUPERVISOR named NANA VAN ADLER (30s) approaches with a

clipboard.

NANA
Starla, can I get the latest rape
statistics?

STARLA
Date rape is up 12%. Gang rape is up 4%.
And here's the kicker. Role reversal
rape... women raping men... is up 63%.

NANA
My God. That can't be correct.

STARLA
I double checked the database. I would
chalk it up to the upcoming holiday...
but this is clearly some sort of
statistical anomaly. I don't know how
else to explain it.

A technician named KENNY peeps in from the next cubicle.

KENNY
Dildo purchases went up 86% yesterday in
the City of Commerce.

Out of nowhere... Starla bursts into tears.

NANA
Starla... is everything okay?

The CAMERA pans over to her desk. A TIME MAGAZINE shows the
OCEAN on the cover. The HEADLINE: THE OCEANIC REVOLUTION

EXT. GLADSTONES -- RESTAURANT PATIO -- EARLY MORNING

GLADSTONES in Malibu. Outdoor restaurant patio. A CIGARETTE

dangles from the mouth of CYNDI PINZIKI (30). She is
beautiful. Black hair, nose ring, lots of tattoos.

She and her friend JERRI REILLY (33), heavyset, also tattoo
covered, are seated at a table, sipping BLOODY MARYS.

CYNDI
I'm gonna to say this once. If you're
smart... you'll listen. You'll listen to
 these five words.

JERRI
Girl, I am listening. Bring it on.

CYNDI
(dramatic pause)
The internet is the future.

JERRI
Ehhh! Duuuhh... Cyndi.

CYNDI
Now I'm not talking about Yahoo this and
Amazon that. I'm talking about that big
fat cable the government is burying
beneath the ocean.

We see another AIRCRAFT CARRIER parked in the ocean beyond

the two women.

JERRI
Hmmm.

CYNDI
And all this hoopla over broadband is
just a smokescreen. The government wanted
an excuse to retrofit the world wide web
for US Ident after what happened in
Chicago.

JERRI
So you're saying that the government
knows all about that dildo I bought
online yesterday?

CYNDI
You better believe it, sister. It's hard
core porn 24-7 and the government is
stepping into the bedroom. Last week the
FBI raided my friend Starla's house.

JERRI
Not Starla! Why?

CYNDI
Her husband met this woman in a rape
fantasy chat room. They cyberfuck for a
few weeks... and then decide they want to
take it to the next level. She asks him
to break into her house and rape her.
They set a date and time.

JERRI
Sounds kinky. What happened?

CYNDI
She sent him a fake address. He shows up
and rapes some poor school teacher over
on Electric Avenue.
 JERRI
Ick.

Jerri sighs to herself.

JERRI
I've got four words for you, Cyndi.

CYNDI
Yeah?

JERRI
I need some dick. All this cybertalk is
making me wanna go out and get fucked
tonight.

CYNDI
HAAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAAAA!!!!

We see a small DIGITAL CAMCORDER placed on the ledge between

them... the LENS pointing north.

JERRI
Oh jeez. You're not gonna believe this.
I've got the damn lens cap on!

CYNDI
HAAAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAAA!!!! YOU BITCH!!

Jerri removes the LENS CAP.

CYNDI
Earth to Jerri, Hello!?

JERRI
Somebody hit the rock this morning.

CYNDI
Forget the rock. Somebody get this girl
some cock.

JERRI
HAAAAAAAAHHHAAAAAAA!!!!

Jerri ZOOMS IN toward a LUXURY BEACH HOUSE several hundred

yards down the beach from Gladstones.

CYNDI
Oh... here we go... just in time... here
we go, baby.

A large man named VINCENZO BALDUCCI (30s) walks out onto the
BALCONY. He is wearing a dark Adidas sweatsuit.

CYNDI (CONT'D)
Look at this wigger. Vincenzo Balducci.
His new best friend... pimp... drug
dealer... and co-producer on some new
mystery project.

Vincenzo walks slowly around the balcony, surveying the

scene... taking a pull from his cigarette.

CYNDI (CONT'D)
Vincenzo has been with him all week. He
knows about everything that's been going
on.

Cyndi places her finger against her nose and makes a "snort
coke" gesture. Vincenzo briefly glances down at them.

JERRI
I'm getting nervous.

CYNDI
Don't be. They can't see us.

Jerri fidgets nervously.

JERRI (CONT'D)
I don't know, Cyn. This whole paparazzi
thing. It's just...
I feel like I'm selling out.
(defensive)
I mean... I did go to film school.

CYNDI
Who didn't? This isn't my day job either,
Jer. I'm an international documentary
filmmaker.

JERRI
I love documentaries. Anything I might
have seen?

CYNDI
Veil of Shame. It's an explosive expose
of underground erotic cinema in
Afghanistan as a bi-product of the war.
(beat)
We're still working on distribution. If I
could just put together some adult
product placement I could get more
funding. My synergy rating is low.

JERRI
Are you shooting adult films?

CYNDI
A girl's gotta pay the bills somehow.
(shrugs)
I shoot the tits. I shoot the ass. As a
female director I've got a leg up on the
lesbian action. They feel less threatened
by me. I can get right up into the
action. Especially with these tiny new
cameras.

JERRI
What happened to your new camera?

CYNDI
 I was shooting this Puerto Rican stripper
in Mardi Gras. She was squatting over the
lens... beautiful low angle shot... and
she slipped.

JERRI
Ouch.

CYNDI
Ouch indeed. So the Puerto Rican bitch...
she's got a friend. Her name is Krysta
Now. She's a porn star... looking for a
ticket to the next big thing.

EXT. VENICE BEACH -- SIDEWALK CAFE -- [FLASHBACK] NIGHT

At a BEACH FRONT RESTAURANT called the SIDEWALK CAFE Cyndi is

sitting across from a porn star named KRYSTA NOW (25).

KRYSTA
So in my first six movies, I was just
Krysta. But then... in order to
differentiate myself from the seventy
four other Krystas in the business... I
added the Now.

CYNDI
Wow.

KRYSTA
Cause it's all about now. 2008. Not next
week. Not tomorrow. If you want to fuck
me... you can fuck me... now.

CYNDI
Wow.

EXT. GLADSTONES -- RESTAURANT PATIO -- MORNING

Cyndi and Jerri continue to survey the beach house.

CYNDI
And so little Krysta gets all loose
lipped about her new boyfriend... who
just so happens to be married to the only
daughter of a certain presidential
candidate.

Cyndi pulls out a recent copy of VANITY FAIR MAGAZINE with a

clean-cut BOXER SANTAROS and his WIFE on the cover. The story
is a feature on their lavish wedding. The headline reads:
21st CENTURY CAMELOT.

CYNDI
Speak of the devil... there's Mr. thirty
million a picture himself.

On the CAMCORDER... BOXER SANTAROS comes out onto the porch.

He is shirtless... his body covered in TATTOOS. His head is
shaved. There are dark circles under his eyes.
 JERRI
Holy fucking shit. Are those tattoos
real?

CYNDI
Mmmm-hmmmm. My ex is a tattoo artist. He
tipped me off yesterday. It seems our
little action hero has tattooed the face
of our Lord on his back.

JERRI
You mean Jesus!?

CYNDI
Boxer hasn't spoken to the little wife in
a week. She's on the campaign trail, and
no one knows where he's been... much to
the Senator's dismay. People in
Washington are already whispering.

JERRI
Looks like the nervous breakdown of the
century. Too bad it's an election year!

CYNDI
Nothing an eight ball, a porn star and a
tattoo parlor can't handle.

Krysta emerges from the house onto the balcony.

CYNDI
And so little Krysta promises me a
marriage killer... maybe even an election
killer. A big, sloppy porno kiss on the
balcony.

Boxer grabs her, and they engage in a LONG PASSIONATE KISS.

CYNDI (CONT'D)
Goddamn. Nobody rocks the cock like
Krysta Now.

JERRI
Ka-ching.

EXT. BOXER'S BEACH HOUSE -- BALCONY -- NEXT

Krysta runs her fingers down Boxer's arms. His fresh tatoos
are still bleeding.

KRYSTA
Jesus... you're bleeding all over the
place. I hope you're not infected.

Boxer turns around and we see that there is indeed a large

tattoo of JESUS on his back... oozing blood.

KRYSTA
Wow. Stigmata.

Krysta glances down at the boardwalk for a moment and then

moves back into the house.

BOXER
Where are you going?

KRYSTA
I have to get tested. I get tested every
Wednesday. Did you know that there was
another scabies outbreak in Venice?

BOXER
Someone contaminated the distillery with
canal water.

Boxer watches as Vincenzo walks with Krysta to the door. He

glances around the beach house... confused and disoriented.

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

Boxer Santaros suffered from frequent
bouts of memory loss.

Boxer looks at the MANTLE above the fireplace. There is a

haunting COLLAGE PAINTING of an AMERICAN FLAG DIVIDED over
the surface of a mirror.

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

On this particular morning... the events
of the past two weeks had vanished from
his memory altogether. All that remained
were the contents of a screenplay he had
recently completed.

He then glances down at a copy of a screenplay on the glass

coffee table.

THE POWER by BOXER SANTAROS

The CAMERA moves in toward the cover page.

INT. MERCEDES -- NEXT

Vincenzo starts the engine to a SILVER 2008 MERCEDES

CONVERTIBLE. Krysta applies lip gloss. They wait for the
garage door to open.

KRYSTA
Where's your petty cash? I need
cigarettes and I need money.

VINCENZO
I thought we discussed this, Krysta.
We're not paying you anymore.

KRYSTA
We. We're not paying. I love this we
shit. Do you know what vicarious means?

VINCENZO
Vicara-what? What the fuck, Krysta.

KRYSTA
 Do you know the difference between you
and Boxer? Boxer... is currently number
six on the Premiere magazine power list.
He has a first dollar gross deal with the
studio. He has his own fucking jet.
(beat)
You... on the other hand...

VINCENZO
(getting pissed)
I know who I am, Krysta!

KRYSTA
Then you should know that a guy with his
own jet can stick his dick in me whenever
and wherever he wants... free of charge.
(beat)
A guy like you... a fan... a guy who I
might meet at a porno convention... you
have to pay. Just because you waterski
behind his boat doesn't get you a free
jump off my ramp.

Vincenzo puts the car into drive and accelerates down the
driveway toward PCH.

EXT. PCH -- NEXT

The Mercedes passes a POLICE CRUISER that pulls up into the

driveway of Boxer's house. Inside of the cruiser is LAPD
OFFICER CLARK (30). He takes off his sunglasses.

EXT. BOXER'S BEACH HOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER

Officer Clark stands in front of the door to the beach house.

He closes his eyes... taking deep breaths. He appears to be
very anxious about something.

He then slaps himself across the face.

INT. BOXER'S BEACH HOUSE -- NEXT

The DOORBELL rings. Boxer is talking on the phone. He then

opens the door to find Clark standing there.

BOXER
(into phone)
Uh-huh.
(motioning inside)
Come on in...

We follow them upstairs into the house.

BOXER (CONT'D)
(back into the phone)
It's an epic Los Angeles crime saga. I
figured that I'm finally ready to get
behind the camera. No one else could
direct this film but me.

INT. DAILY VARIETY OFFICES -- NEXT

ASH WALLACE (32), a REPORTER for DAILY VARIETY, sits behind
his desk. There is a VIDEO PHONE linked to his computer.

ASH
Now, rumor has it there is an element of
science-fiction in this film. Care to
elaborate? Will it be driven by visual
effects?

BOXER (PHONE)
I can't discuss that. All I can say is
that the plot is top secret and
incredibly complicated and to explain it
to you over the phone would be very
difficult.

ASH
But... as this is your first screenplay,
you have to admit, the studio is taking a
leap of faith.

INT. BOXER'S BEACH HOUSE -- FAMILY ROOM -- NEXT

Boxer paces around impatiently... glancing at ASH on the

VIDEO PHONE display on his LAPTOP.

BOXER
That's why I'm doing it for scale.
(looking over at Officer Clark)
And it'll be the first time I've ever
played a police officer. Listen, I need
to wrap this up. I've got an appointment.

ASH (PHONE)
I just want to thank you for speaking to
me personally on this. You'll get front
page placement tomorrow.

BOXER
You're welcome.

INT. DAILY VARIETY OFFICES -- NEXT

Ash places his THUMB on a US-IDENT SECURITY PAD to log off

from the call. He then scrawls something frantically on a
piece of paper. We see that he has written:

8:21 AM -- BOXER SANTAROS IS EN ROUTE.

INT. BOXER'S BEACH HOUSE -- FAMILY ROOM -- NEXT

Boxer hangs up the phone.

BOXER
(reaches out his hand)
Hi.

Clark shakes it.

CLARK
 So you're researching a role for your new
film?

BOXER
I'm gonna need you to sign a
confidentiality agreement.

CLARK
Not a problem. When we got word that you
wanted a ride along, well... we had to
draw names down at the station to see who
got to be the lucky officer.

Boxer puts on his jacket and walks with Clark down the
stairs.

BOXER
This ride along. We can't tell anyone.

CLARK
I can assure you that none of the other
officers will discuss this. We've dealt
with celebrities before and we absolutely
understand the need for privacy.

INT. POLICE CRUISER -- NEXT

Clark is behind the wheel. Boxer is riding shotgun. They

drive through the city. Boxer removes a small DVD-R CAMCORDER
and aims it at Clark.

BOXER
Do you mind if I record this?

CLARK
Not a problem.

BOXER
So tell me, Clark, 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 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 wolves?

Clark thinks for a moment. Boxer is reading from INDEX CARDS.

CLARK
Well, I'd say we behave like concerned
citizens. We look at all the cars. We
look at all the pedestrians. We look for
unusual or erratic behavior. Speed
changes... or lane changes that seem
unsafe. We also monitor the posted
traffic signals and make sure that people
don't disobey them.
Boxer nods his head. This isn't the answer that he's looking
for.

BOXER
But, don't you find that emotions come
into play. Judgment calls... affected by
whatever mood you might be in on a
particular day? Emotional responses based
on past events?

Clark thinks silently for a moment.

CLARK
Well... there is this one thing.

Clark still hesitates.

BOXER
Come on, be honest.

Clark throws him a nervous glance. He drives silently for a

moment.

CLARK
(leaning in)
To be honest... we're just watching out
for the niggers.

Clark continues to stare at Boxer. Boxer does not move, he

just sits there with his camera in shocked silence.

BOXER
The niggers.

CLARK
Oh yeah.
(whisper)
They're everywhere.

Suddenly... a wide grin breaks on Clark's face.

CLARK (CONT'D)
HAAAAAAHHHAAAAAAA!!!!

Boxer's eyes widen in shock. He realizes that Clark has a

twisted sense of humor.

BOXER
You're joking.

CLARK
HAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!

A nervous smile breaks on Boxer's face, and he decides to get

in on the joke.

BOXER
Jesus Christ. You had me there for a
second!! You motherfucker!!

Boxer manages a laugh.

 CLARK
Listen, I've got lots of jokes! If you
ever need some jokes for your new
screenplay you just let me know cause I'm
just a barrel of fucking laughs!

INT. DHS OFFICE BUILDING -- DAY

Starla is sitting in front of her monitor scrolling through a

series of surveillance cameras. Her eyes are red and puffy
from crying. Kenny pops his head in from the next cubicle.

KENNY
Hey Starla.

STARLA
What?

Kenny comes over to her cubicle. He has a BLACK LITHOGRAPH in

his hand.

KENNY
Did you order a color lithograph from
Ocean technology?

STARLA
Yes.

Kenny hands her the lithograph. On it is a GREEN

TOPOGRAPHICAL MAP of the ocean floor.

KENNY
What's that all about?

STARLA
It's a topographical map of coral reef
just off Catalina Island.

KENNY
Why would surveillance cover the ocean
floor off Catalina? Are they worried
about sea mines?

STARLA
Hydroelectric power. They've built an
engine that runs on saltwater. It's going
to change the world.
(beat)
Did you know that the human body is
ninety percent saltwater?

Starla stares closely at the lithograph. She seems possessed

by some unseen force... placing another cheeto in her mouth.

EXT. WEST HOLLYWOOD -- 76 GAS STATION -- DAY

The CRUISER pulls into the front parking lot of a 76 GAS

STATION in West Hollywood. Clark steps out of the cruiser.

CLARK
 Are you sure you don't want anything?
Coffee? Soda?

BOXER
Acid Fuel... a sno-ball and some Gen
seng.

The CAMERA follows Clark into the MINI-MART.

INT. MINI-MART -- NEXT

As Clark moves toward the back of the store, the CAMERA picks
up on... ZORA CHARMICHAELS (37). She waits at the counter
with a large ACID FUEL in her hand... Zora reaches out and
presses a SMALL PIECE OF PAPER into Clark's hand.

Clark, pausing in front of the coffee machine, opens the

piece of paper. It reads: 45433 Vermont -- 10:15 PM

CLARK
Boxer Santaros is en route.

Clark then puts the paper into his pocket. Zora nods to
Clark. The CAMERA then follows Zora out of the mini-mart.

EXT. 76 GAS STATION -- NEXT

Zora passes by the police cruiser, glancing at Boxer, who

waits patiently in the passenger seat.

ZORA
(muttering to herself)
Cock-fucker.

Zora then gets behind the wheel of her BLACK FORD VAN.

INT. BLACK FORD VAN -- NEXT

As Zora backs out of the parking lot, she dials a number on

her CELL PHONE.

ZORA
(into phone)
Boxer Santaros is en route. I repeat,
Boxer Santaros is en route.

INT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

DION ELEMENT (30), a black man with shaved head walks through
a Venice beach ARTIST'S LOFT with a PHONE to his ear. THREE
GIGANTIC COLLAGE PAINTINGS of SAM KINISON loom over him.

DION
(into phone)
Copy that. Twin brother is sleeping like
a fucking baby.

The CAMERA pans over to a chair in the middle of the loft,

and officer Clark's IDENTICAL TWIN BROTHER is HOG TIED to a
chair... UNCONSCIOUS. His name is OFFICER DAVID CLARK.
As Dion paces around the loft nervously... the CAMERA drifts
over to a flat screen television where a NEWSCAST is playing.
Footage of protestors at the base of the WESTWOOD FEDERAL
BUILDING is shown.

NEWSCASTER (TELEVISION)
The Federal building in Westwood was
evacuated today during a code orange
drill... disrupting a protest over the
accelerated broadband regulation by the
US Government.

The TELEPHONE begins to ring once again. Dion picks up.

DION (CONT'D)
Yo.

EXT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

Daily Variety's Ash Wallace is now standing at the gate. He

has his cell phone to his ear.

ASH
Buzz me in.

INT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- MOMENTS LATER

Ash and Dion stare at the unconscious cop.

ASH (CONT'D)
How much did you give him?

Dion withdraws a SYRINGE.

DION
A whole syringe. It's supposed to last 24
hours.

ASH
If he wakes up, Dion... we go to jail for
a long time. You just drugged and
kidnapped an LAPD Officer.

DION
Don't you fucking puss out on me, Ash.
You're in this now, whether you like it
or not.

ASH
Okay... I don't get it... what's he gonna
do on this ride along? This is a lot to
risk for some practical joke.

DION
This ain't no practical joke.
This is revenge. This is payback.
(beat)
That fucker is gonna videotape everything
and then he is gonna pay.

INT. POLICE CRUISER -- NEXT

Terrence Clark and Boxer ride along in the cruiser. Boxer
seems more relaxed. He turns the camera off.

BOXER
So I'm fucking this chick last night...
and right when I'm about to come... I
puke on her tits.

Clark nods his head slowly.

TERRENCE CLARK
It happens.

BOXER
I'm telling you... nobody... and I mean
nobody... rocks the cock like Krysta Now.

A CELL PHONE begins to ring. Both Boxer and Terrence reach

for their cell phones.

BOXER (CONT'D)
Oh... that's me...
(looking at his phone)
Actually.... that would be you.

Boxer then points his CAMCORDER back at Terrence.

TERRENCE CLARK
(into phone)
Hello?

DION (PHONE)
Is everything cool?

TERRENCE CLARK
Hi honey. Yeah, everything's fine.

DION (PHONE)
Is he cool?

TERRENCE CLARK
Uh-huh.

DION (PHONE)
Did Zora give you the address?

TERRENCE CLARK
Yeah, you know I was thinking about
Vermont this fall. October 15th.

INT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

Dion looks down at a pad of paper. On it he has the same

address and time written down. 45433 Vermont -- 10:15 PM

DION
Good. It's Angela's brother's house.
Don't be late. 10:15 tonight this goes
down.
Dion is dialing his phone once again.

ASH
Now who are you calling?

DION
Zora.

Ash is digging through her DRUG KIT.

ASH
Jesus... how many injections did she take
this morning?

DION
I lost count. At least six.

EXT. GOLD'S GYM -- VENICE BEACH -- NEXT

The CAMERA tracks along with Zora as she approaches the

entrance to GOLD'S GYM. Her cell phone begins to ring.

ZORA
(into phone)
Hello?

DION (PHONE)
Zora. It's Dion.

ZORA
What's up, my nigga?

DION (PHONE)
We're here at the loft. We've got twin
brother. He's sedated and he's
restrained.

INT. GOLD'S GYM -- VENICE BEACH -- NEXT

Zora steps into the gigantic gym.

ZORA
Keep a close eye. That Basitonol could
wear off. If it does, just stick him in
the leg with one from my injection kit.

INT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

Dion pulls open Zora's INJECTION SUITCASE. It is filled with

all sorts of ANIMAL TRANQUILIZERS, STEROIDS, and various
SEDATIVES.

DION
Shit.

ZORA (PHONE)
If you want to bulk up, Dion, take a pack
of those blue shots. In four weeks I'll
have you ripped.

DION
 Listen, have you gotten the blanks?

INT. GOLD'S GYM -- VENICE BEACH -- NEXT

Zora passes through the TURNSTILE next to the FRONT DESK...

pressing her THUMB on a security scanner. She waves to the
guys behind the counter.

ZORA
What up, my bitches!
(into phone)
I'm on my way right now.

DION (PHONE)
Remember, .45 caliber blanks.

ZORA
I know my guns, bitch.

Zora passes by a BODYBUILDER FRIEND at the LOCKERS. She

reaches out and slaps him on the ass.

ZORA (CONT'D)
Wacka-wacka.

BODYBUILDER
Hey, Zora.

DION (PHONE)
Have you talked to Angela?

ZORA
Yeah, we're all set. And tell pussy-boy
writer that if he wets himself on my
floor I'm gonna make him lick it up.

Zora hangs up the phone and struts through the gym.

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

The combination of anabolic steroids and
other narcotics began to impair Zora's
judgement. The world now belonged to her.

The CAMERA tracks Zora as she arrives at a SHOULDER PRESS

MACHINE. There is a very SKINNY YOUNG GUY working out on it.

Zora stares at him for a moment, waiting for him to make eye
contact with her. When he finally does... he stops with the
bar over his head, unsure why she's staring at him.

ZORA (CONT'D)
Get the fuck off my machine, you pussy!

The Skinny Kid sits there for a moment in shock, and then
very nervously steps off the machine, walking off with his
head down in embarrassment.

Zora sits down on the machine and begins to work out.

The CAMERA drifts past Zora and approaches the CARDIO SECTION
in the back of the gym. There are FOUR ROWS of various cardio
machines.

Walking on machines next to one another are RASHAD AVRAHAM

(30s) and TERA COX (24). Rashad looks as though he has never
been in a gym in his entire life. Tera looks like she works
out every day.

TERA
Hello?

INT. KRYSTA'S APARTMENT -- NEXT

Krysta Now is sitting in her downtown apartment in front of

her computer with a HEADSET on. Her ASSISTANT is there next
ot her.

KRYSTA
Hey girl, what's up?

TERA (PHONE)
Hey Krysta. Just working out. What are
you doing?

KRYSTA
I just got tested. Now I'm doing a live
chat for my fan site.

TERA (PHONE)
No way. Girl, you are so together. The
internet is the future.

KRYSTA
To the extreme. They're regulating the
number of porn domains. Find someone to
grandfather clause you into their site.

TERA (PHONE)
I'm saving for new tits. I read that if
you have fake tits you get 78% more hits.

KRYSTA
Look at you, miss thing!
(beat)
Hold on, I've got another call.

Krysta clicks over.

KRYSTA (CONT'D)
Hello?

INT. SIDEWALK CAFE -- NEXT

Cyndi Pinziki is standing behind the bar. SOLDIERS are

milling about everywhere in the crowded bar. There are FIVE
COPIES of the DVD-R DISC on the counter.

CYNDI
Hey Krysta. I made five copies at the dub
house, just to be safe.

KRYSTA (PHONE)
 Good.

CYNDI
His manager is a heavy-hitter named Joe
Vaughn. He has major political ties. I'm
going to call him tonight, give him a
chance to stew it over in his sleep, then
call again in the morning.

KRYSTA (PHONE)
Excellent. Listen, I've gotta go, but
call me later so we can discuss our fee.

CYNDI
You got it.

INT. KRYSTA'S APARTMENT -- NEXT

Krysta clicks back over.

KRYSTA
Sorry, Tera. That was a business call.

TERA (PHONE)
God, you're so successful. Will you call
me later?

KRYSTA
Sure.

INT. GOLD'S GYM -- NEXT

Tera hangs up her phone and continues walking. Next to her,

Rashad Avraham has pulled a piece of paper from his pocket.

It is a xerox of ZORA'S HEADSHOT. Rashad steps off the

machine and the CAMERA follows him as he approaches Zora.

RASHAD
Zora Charmichaels?

Zora does not stop working out.

ZORA
Yes?

RASHAD
Meet me at the ice cream truck.

EXT. DIGITAL DOMAIN WAREHOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER

The parking lot of Gold's Gym sits adjacent to the DIGITAL

DOMAIN WAREHOUSE. Parked at the edge of the WAREHOUSE FENCE
is a LARGE ICE CREAM TRUCK. Zora knocks on the door. Rashad
opens the door.

RASHAD
Why are we meeting at a crowded gym?

ZORA
From your voice on the phone, I could
 tell you needed some cardio. You'll thank
me later.

She steps into the ice cream truck.

INT. ICE CREAM TRUCK -- NEXT

Inside the truck... there is no ice cream. Instead, there are

GUNS. LOTS OF GUNS. Stacked along the walls are assortments
of every kind of gun you could imagine.

RASHAD
What do you want?

ZORA
I need some .45 caliber blanks.

Rashad stares at her for a long moment.

RASHAD
Blanks.

ZORA
Yeah, you do sell blanks, don't you?

RASHAD
(annoyed)
What else do you need, along with the
blanks?

ZORA
That's all. Just the blanks.

RASHAD
(furious)
Blanks? Fuck you. Go to K-Mart if you
want fucking blanks. I've got $500
minimum.

ZORA
$500 minimum. You didn't say that over
the phone, Rashad.

RASHAD
My reputation precedes me, Zola.

ZORA
It's Zora.

Rashad stares at her. Suddenly... there is a KNOCK on the

side door. Rashad and Zora freeze. Rashad grabs the GUN from
his belt, and raises his finger to his lips.

He slowly opens the door to the truck.

EXT. DIGITAL DOMAIN WAREHOUSE -- NEXT

Outside there are two LITTLE KIDS. A BOY and a GIRL.

LITTLE BOY
We want some ice cream!
Rashad reaches into a SMALL COOLER and hands them a couple of
ORANGE SHERBERT PUSH-UPS.

RASHAD
Here. You can have for free.

LITTLE GIRL
What about candy?

RASHAD
No candy. Go away.

He slams the door in their faces.

INT. ICE CREAM TRUCK -- NEXT

Rashad steps back inside.

ZORA
Why are you driving an ice cream truck?

RASHAD
No cop will ever pull over this ice cream
truck. I give them all free ice cream.

Zora nods her head in approval.

ZORA
Listen, I'll take a .45 along with the
blanks. But I'll only pay four-hundred.

Rashad glares at her.

RASHAD
I'll look around for the blanks.

Rashad goes to the back of the truck and begins to rummage

through his ammunition boxes.

RASHAD (CONT'D)
This little plan... my Angie says that it
will help her get a record deal? I'm
tired of funding her music videos.

Zora sees that Rashad has a framed HEADSHOT of ANGELA on the

wall of the ice cream truck.

ZORA
Your girlfriend will be a big star,
Rashad.

Zora stares at the wall of weaponry. Hanging across from her

is a large TUBE-SHAPED WEAPON.

ZORA (CONT'D)
Is that a bazooka?

RASHAD
That's a heat seeking ground to air
rocket launcher. From Saudi Arabia. You
 can't afford that.

Zora nods her head. She then pulls out her CHECKBOOK, and
begins to make out a check for $400.

RASHAD (CONT'D)
Okay. Here are the blanks... and your .45
pistol.

He then notices Zora writing out her check.

RASHAD (CONT'D)
What the fuck is this?

ZORA
You won't take a check?

RASHAD
No, I won't take a fucking check! What
the fuck do you think this is, K-Mart?

ZORA
You expect me to carry four-hundred
dollars in cash? You're living in a
fantasy world, Rashad.

RASHAD
Get the fuck out of my ice cream truck,
you Cro-Magnon bitch.

Rage wells in Zora's eyes. She LUNGES at Rashad... grabbing

him around the neck. He struggles for his gun, but she grabs
his arm and pins it around his neck, holding him in a violent
sleeper hold.

ZORA
Say it again you fuck. Say it again.

Rashad struggles to breathe... gasping for air.

ZORA (CONT'D)
What? I can't hear you?
(beat)
Huh? What was that?

Finally, Rashad falls to the ground, unconscious. Zora grabs

her gun and her blanks, and then puts the check in Rashad's
front pocket.

ZORA (CONT'D)
Cock-fucker.

EXT. DIGITAL DOMAIN WAREHOUSE -- NEXT

Zora moves quickly to her van.

INT. BLACK FORD VAN -- NEXT

Zora peels out of the parking lot. She dials a number on her
cell phone.
 TERRENCE CLARK (PHONE)
Hello?

ZORA
(screaming into the phone)
TEXACO STATION. 4566 FIGUEROA. HALF AN
HOUR. DON'T BE LATE.

INT. POLICE CRUISER -- NEXT

Terrence has the phone to his ear.

TERRENCE CLARK
Okay honey.

Boxer has the camcorder aimed at Terrence. He is fidgeting

from the Acid Fuel and Gen-seng.

BOXER
Your wife again?

TERRENCE CLARK
Yeah.

BOXER
Sounded like a man.

Terrence face has gone white.

TERRENCE CLARK
She's... got a cold.

Suddenly Boxer turns and aims the camera through the

windshield.

BOXER
LOOK OUT!

Terrence slams on the breaks and the POLICE CRUISER COMES

SKIDDING TO A STOP... COLLIDING WITH A 1964 GREEN FORD
THUNDERBIRD... stopped at a red light. The car is filled with
MEXICAN GANG-BANGERS.

Terrence looks through the windshield, mortified.

TERRENCE CLARK
SHIT!

Boxer clutches his camera... still filming.

The light turns green. The Thunderbird peels out through the
intersection and skids left around the corner.

Terrence is frozen, unsure what to do.

TERRENCE CLARK
Shit.

BOXER
Aren't you going to chase them? They're
getting away!
 TERRENCE CLARK
I... I...

BOXER
They're fleeing the scene! What are you
waiting for?!

TERRENCE CLARK
(pulling himself together)
I... I... It's called Policy... 166. If a
police officer is at fault in any sort of
traffic accident, and the motorist flees
the scene of the accident, the officer is
advised not to pursue the suspect because
the accident itself could be construed as
police brutality.

Boxer stares at him... contemplating his response.

BOXER
Oh. Guess that makes sense.

Terrence's cell phone begins to ring.

TERRENCE CLARK
Hello?

Boxer has been filming all of this.

INT. BLACK FORD VAN -- NEXT

Zora drives down Figueroa toward downtown.

ZORA
I'll be waiting in the men's bathroom.
Knock three times loud.

She hangs up and then dials another number.

INT. BARNEY'S BEANERY -- NEXT

Behind the bar at BARNEY'S BEANERY, the telephone begins to

ring. The MANAGER grabs it.

MANAGER
Hello?

ZORA (PHONE)
Yes, I need to speak with Angela
Alexander. It's urgent.

MANAGER
Hold on.
(yelling across the bar)
Angela!

ANGELA ALEXANDER (30) works as a waitress. She takes the

phone from the manager.

ANGELA
 Hello?

ZORA (PHONE)
Your creepy boyfriend says hello. Why
aren't you out of there?

ANGELA
Chill out, Zora! I'm leaving in five
minutes. I've got one table left.

ZORA (PHONE)
I need you to get over to your Dion's
house and sweep the place for any drugs
and guns.

ANGELA
Dion is clean, Zora! Don't you disrespect
him!

ZORA (PHONE)
Cut the shit, Angie. We both know that
Dion is a fucking gang-banger. He's
importing guns from South America to re
stock Rashad's ice-cream truck.
When the shit goes down tonight, and we
evacuate, that house better be as clean
as a baby's ass or we're going to fucking
jail! You get your hoochie ass over to
Vermont Avenue and start cleaning!

ANGELA
Yes, sir.

She hangs up on Zora, and then moves quickly across the

restaurant.

ANGELA (CONT'D)
(muttering to herself)
Fucking muscle beach bitch. My boyfriend
will put a cap in your ass if you don't
step off.

INT. BARNEY'S BEANERY -- NEXT

She arrives at a table filled with four WHITE BEVERLY HILLS

GANGSTAS. They are LARRY WEISBERG (21), FRANKIE ROSEN (20),
RALFIE VELAZQUEZ (20) and A-BALL (21).

ANGELA (CONT'D)
Here's your check, can I get you another
refill on your coke?

LARRY
No. But you can give me your phone
number.

ANGELA
Sorry, you're a little young for me.

The others LAUGH OUT LOUD.

 LARRY
(getting angry)
What I got between my legs would put you
in the hospital, bitch.

Larry pulls up his LAKERS JERSEY and we see a GLOCK PISTOL

stuffed down his pants.

ANGELA
(remaining calm)
You get the fuck out of this restaurant
before I call the cops, you wanna-be
bitch-ass vanilla gangsta.

The others crack up with laughter. Larry angrily pulls out a

GOLD MONEY CLIP and throws a WAD OF BILLS in Angela's face
before storming down the aisle toward the exit. The others
following behind him.

EXT. LA CIENEGA BLVD -- MOMENTS LATER

A SILVER HUMMER turns right on Beverly.

INT. HUMMER -- NEXT

Our four GANGSTAS are now inside this Hummer. Larry is behind
the wheel. A BLUNT is being passed around.

LARRY
Yo, that bitch deserved it!

A-BALL
Fuck yeah! She wanted your cock so bad!

The others laugh out loud. RAP blasts from the stereo.

LARRY
Yo, chicks like it rough! They like it
harsh! They wanna be slapped to the
ground and fucked! That's the truth!

In the back of the Hummer, Ralfie and Frankie are surfing the
internet on TINY LAPTOPS that are retro-fitted into the back
of the SUV.

RALFIE
Yo! A live chat with Krysta Now!

FRANKIE
Shit, I seen all her movies! Log on!

Ralfie logs on with his THUMBPRINT. His US-IDENT appears.

RALFLVER: Do you like to get slapped to the ground and fucked?

KRYSTA: I like to get fucked hard. Sometimes I just can't get fucked
hard enough. But the slapping part I don't support. Violence is a
big
problem in our society today. That's why I don't do anal:)

INT. KRYSTA'S APARTMENT -- NEXT

Krysta finishes typing. She dials another number.

INT. POLICE CRUISER -- NEXT

Boxer answers his cell phone.

BOXER
Hello?

KRYSTA (PHONE)
Hi honey. It's me. Where are you?

Boxer glances around nervously.

BOXER
I can't talk right now. I'm researching a
role.

KRYSTA (PHONE)
What the fuck is this? You won't even
acknowledge me? I guess now I won't tell
you about what the doctors told me today.

Click. She hangs up on him. Boxer's face goes white.

TERRENCE CLARK
The wife likes to call on the cell phone
too, huh?

BOXER
Uhhh... yeah.

TERRENCE CLARK
Listen, do you mind if I pull over at
this Texaco station? I need to take a
leak.

EXT. SOUTH OF DOWNTOWN -- NEXT

The cruiser pulls into a TEXACO STATION near the CONVENTION

CENTER. We notice a BLACK VAN on the other side of the
parking lot.

Terrence steps out of the cruiser and walks over to the

restrooms. He knocks on the door to the MEN'S ROOM. The door
pops open, and Terrence goes inside.

INT. TEXACO MEN'S RESTROOM -- NEXT

Zora is waiting inside, looking in the mirror.

ZORA
You're late.

Terrence begins to GAG at the smell of the bathroom.

TERRENCE CLARK
(covering his nose)
Jesus Christ!
 ZORA
I had a bunk batch of Acid Fuel this
morning. Had to unload.

TERRENCE CLARK
Did you get the blanks?

ZORA
Yeah. Hand me your gun. I'll load you up.

Terrence hands her his .45 and Zora empties the bullets and
begins to load it with blanks.

INT. POLICE CRUISER -- NEXT

Boxer anxiously dials his cell phone.

KRYSTA (PHONE)
Yes?

BOXER
What did you find out at the doctor's
office today, Krysta?

KRYSTA (PHONE)
I'm still waiting on the results to come
back from the lab.

She hangs up on him. Boxer sits there in shocked silence.

A news broadcast is playing on the flatscreen on the

dashboard. Images of FBI AGENTS raiding a house play on the
screen.

NEWSCASTER (TELEVISION)
The FBI arrested a Southland resident
this morning for downloading files of
digitally manipulated thumbprints used
for counterfeit US-IDENT cards.
Authorities continue to crack down on
thumbprint theft security as authorities
recently seized more than four-hundred
severed thumbs from the basement
residence of an Anaheim coroner.

FROZEN ZIP-LOCK BAGS filled with HUMAN THUMBS are removed

from the house.

NEWSCASTER (TELEVISION)
Sources said the man was intending to use
the thumbs to manufacture phantom
identification cards for draft dodgers
fleeing to Canada.

INT. TEXACO MEN'S RESTROOM -- NEXT

Zora has finished loading the gun with blanks.

TERRENCE CLARK
Come on hurry up, he's gonna think I fell
in.
 ZORA
Remember. It has to happen quickly. Get
to the house. 10:15 sharp. Get in there
and do it.

Zora hands him the second .45 pistol.

ZORA (CONT'D)
This is the second gun. This is the one
that you're going to plant at the scene.
DO NOT CONFUSE THE TWO.

TERRENCE CLARK
Duh!

ZORA
Has he been videotaping you?

TERRENCE CLARK
Yeah, just like he said he would.

ZORA
Perfect. Make sure to confiscate that DVD
immediately after the shit goes down.
That DVD is our only bargaining chip.

Terrence and Zora shake hands.

ZORA (CONT'D)
Good luck.

INT. POLICE CRUISER -- NEXT

Boxer looks up through the windshield and sees Terrence

coming out of the bathroom. He has his phone to his ear once
again.

BOXER
I think she gave me an STD.

INT. VAUGHN, WEINSTEIN & ASSOCIATES -- NEXT

Boxer's manager, JOE VAUGHN (50s), stands before a LARGE WALL

with a DIGITAL PROJECTION of a GOLF COURSE on it. He swings
his club... sending a ball smashing into the sensors on the
padded wall. The DIGITAL BALL flies through the air... as the
VIRTUAL CAMERA follows.

VAUGHN
What if you gave it to your wife?!!
This is an election year, Boxer! This
could fuck us all!!

Vaughn sits down at his desk... rubbing his temples.

VAUGHN
Enough with this nonsense. Pull the plug
on this ride along!! You're scaring the
shit out of everyone. You can't just
disappear for two weeks without telling
 anyone where you are.

INT. POLICE CRUISER -- NEXT

Terrence gets back into the car. Boxer hangs up on Vaughn.

BOXER
(covering the phone)
Did you bust some crack ho in there?

Terrence throws Boxer a nervous smile.

TERRENCE CLARK
I had a bunk batch of Acid Fuel this
morning. Had to unload.

INT. VAUGHN, WEINSTEIN & ASSOCIATES CONFERENCE ROOM -- NEXT

Vaughn steps into a CONFERENCE ROOM that overlooks downtown.

Dr. Inga Neuberger and a dozen GERMAN BUSINESSMEN are sitting
around the table. They are all arguing about something.

VAUGHN
Gentlemen, I apologize for the delay.
Where are we with market placement for
the sports utility vehicle?

GLOSSY BROCHURES for TRIER SUVs are laid out on the

conference room table. Trier CEO BARON VON WESTPHALEN III
clears his throat.

WESTPHALEN
Strassen nicht Noetig!

INGA
Our slogan is ROADS NOT REQUIRED.
Please mention it to the press before the
mega-zeppelin takes flight.

On a FLAT SCREEN PANEL on the wall... a 3-D MAPPING SYSTEM of

a MEGA-ZEPPELIN unfolds. Vaughn's ASSISTANT leans into the
conference room.

ASSISTANT
There's a Cyndi Pinziki on line three.

VAUGHN
Cyndi Pinziki? Who the hell is that?

ASSISTANT
I have no idea. She said it's urgent.

VAUGHN
My ass it's urgent. Take a message.

ASSISTANT
She says it's about Boxer Santaros.

VAUGHN
Tell her that ninety percent of my calls
per day are about Boxer Santaros, and
 I've already met my quota.

Vaughn turns back to the Germans and starts to speak to them

in their native language.

INT. VAUGHN, WEINSTEIN & ASSOCIATES -- RECEPTION -- NEXT

The Assistant sits down at reception.

ASSISTANT (CONT'D)
(into phone)
Ma'am, I'm going to have to take a
message. He's unavailable.

CYNDI (PHONE)
Unavailable my ass. Tell him to check his
e-mail, sister. Tell him to check it
quick. Tell him he'll be sorry he ever
fucked with Cyndi Pinziki!

INT. CYNDI PINZIKI'S HOUSE -- VENICE BEACH -- NEXT

Cyndi slams down the phone. She sits in her LIVING ROOM
across from Jerri... who is taking notes.

CYNDI
How the hell are you supposed to
blackmail a movie star when you can't
even get their fucking representation on
the phone?

JERRI
Hmmm.

CYNDI
Fucking managers. Think their shit don't
smell. Well let me tell you something,
Jer, when the shit hits the fan, it all
smells the same.

JERRI
God you're good.

Jerri takes a bong hit. Cyndi begins to talk to her laptop.

VOICE RECOGNITION TECHNOLOGY prints her words:

I have some information that could be very damaging to

your client. This information is recorded on DVD.

If you aren't interested in this information, I'm sure

that I can find others who are. Many others.

All the best,

C.O.P.

Jerri leans over Cyndi's shoulder as she presses SEND.

CYNDI
Come on, let's get drunk.
EXT. VENICE BEACH -- BOARDWALK -- MOMENTS LATER

Cyndi and Jerri stroll down the BOARDWALK.

JERRI
So how much are we going to ask for in
exchange for the DVD?

CYNDI
Well, put yourself in Santaros' shoes.
How much is his marriage... not to
mention the election... really worth?

JERRI
Hmmm. Can't really put a number on all
that stuff.

CYNDI
I can. We start at $1 million. If he
balks we bring up Krysta's fuck tape and
the STD. Then the negotiations really
begin.

JERRI
Wow. A million dollars.

CYNDI
We split that three ways... between me,
you and the slut... and that's
$333,333.33 each.

JERRI
Wow. Who gets the extra penny?

CYNDI
We frame it. Send it Joe Vaughn with a
note that says... here's your commission,
bitch!

JERRI
HAAAAAAHHHAAAAAAA!!!

INT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

David Clark is still unconscious, tied to the chair. Ash and

Dion are deep in conversation. Dion has a DUFFEL BAG over his
shoulder.

DION
Keep your cell phone on. Watch him like a
fucking hawk.
If he moves, or shows any sign of waking
up, stab him in the leg with another one
of these.

Dion hands Ash one of the BASITONOL INJECTION TUBES. He then

pulls out a PISTOL from his bag and hands it to Ash.

DION (CONT'D)
Just in case of an emergency.
 ASH
What the fuck is this?

DION
Just take the fucking gun in case of an
emergency!

Ash's face goes white.

ASH
We didn't say anything about guns!

DION
Everything is gonna be fine, as long as
this motherfucker stays unconscious until
midnight. We'll just tell him he got
ruphied.
(beat)
Now I'm off to Vermont.

Dion storms out of the loft, leaving Ash alone with the COP
and the DRUGS and the GUN.

EXT. SOUTH CENTRAL -- 45433 VERMONT AVENUE -- AFTERNOON

The CAMERA cranes down toward the address of reckoning. 45433

Vermont. It is a small, ramshackle WHITE HOUSE. Kevin
Zimmerman is rollerblading down the sidewalk.

INT. 45433 VERMONT AVENUE -- GARAGE -- NEXT

KEVIN ZIMMERMAN (30s) blades into the GARAGE. Zora, Dion, and
Angela are all waiting inside.

ZORA
You're late, Kevin!

ANGELA
We have exactly three hours. Can you do
my make-up in three hours?

KEVIN
Take it easy! I can do your make-up in an
hour, Angela.

ANGELA
You better not make me look like a pig.

DION
It don't matter how pretty you look,
baby. It just matters that you look
different.

ANGELA
I don't understand why facial prosthetics
are necessary.

DION
Because if they can ID us on this DVD...
we're fucked.
Dion dials a number on his phone.

INT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

Ash sits on the couch watching the news. The PHONE begins to
ring. He answers it.

ASH
Hello?

FEMALE VOICE (PHONE)

(very masculine)
Is Zora there?

ASH
No.

FEMALE VOICE (PHONE)

It's Jo. Tell that bitch to call me.

She hangs up.

DAVID CLARK
Where am I?

Ash turns around to check on officer Clark... HE IS AWAKE.

David Clark looks around the loft in a drugged-out haze. Ash

runs over to Zora's drug kit and begins to fumble frantically
through it... grabbing several Basitonol syringes.

ASH
Shit!

DAVID CLARK
Who are you?

Ash approaches him with the Basitonol, fumbling to peel off

the plastic coating.

DAVID CLARK (CONT'D)

If you drug me again, you can be tried
for attempted murder. That carries a
sentence of... twenty-five years to life.

Ash begins to hyperventilate.

DAVID CLARK (CONT'D)

Accessory to kidnapping...

Ash finally has the syringe open.

DAVID CLARK (CONT'D)

If you untie me and tell me where my
brother is, I can have the charges
against you dropped. You'll get by with a
slap on the wrist.

Ash is now trembling. He has the syringe held over Clark's

leg, unsure what to do.
 ASH
If I stick this in your knee, you won't
remember that we ever had this
conversation.

DAVID CLARK
I have a photographic memory. I can still
remember what I ate for breakfast the
morning of my seventh birthday.

Ash pulls the syringe away from his knee.

ASH
It was Dion and Zora. They made me agree
to it. Terrence never wanted you to get
hurt. Nobody wants anyone to get hurt.

DAVID CLARK
Untie me, and we can go down to the
station. You can explain everything
there. On the record.

ASH
I... I'm going to explain it to you
now... so you'll understand. Your brother
will go to jail if you turn us in.

DAVID CLARK
Untie me-

ASH
Shut up! I'm not going to untie you. I'm
going to explain the whole thing to you
so you'll understand.

Ash is pacing around frantically.

ASH (CONT'D)
We're an actor's troupe. There are six of
us. We call ourselves the Lighthouse
Gang. We wrote a political piece. A left
wing comedy musical that we premiered at
the ACLU theater downtown.

EXT. DOWNTOWN THEATER -- [FLASHBACK] NIGHT

The CAMERA approaches the entrance of a DOWNTOWN THEATER. The

Marquee reads:

THE LIGHTHOUSE GANG presents:

No... What I Really Want Is This!

ASH (V.O.)
Boxer Santaros shows up out of nowhere.

INT. DOWNTOWN THEATER -- NEXT

Boxer walks down the aisle toward the front row.

 ASH (V.O.)
It was perfect. We had one of the biggest
stars in the world sitting in the front
row right next to every critic in the
house. We're legit. We're the hottest
show in town.

INT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- [FLASH FORWARD] AFTERNOON

Ash continues his story.

ASH
It was the biggest moment of our lives.

DAVID CLARK
It was a fucking freakshow. I was there,
sitting in the fourth row, douche bag.

INT. DOWNTOWN THEATER -- [FLASHBACK] NIGHT

David Clark and his THEN GIRLFRIEND (20s) are sitting in the
fourth row. The OPENING MUSICAL NUMBER is in full swing.

The stage is covered in WHITE FOAM. A STAIRCASE emerges from

the layer of FAUX CLOUDS... EACH STAIRCASE ILLUMINATED with
WHITE LIGHT. Terrence and Angela emerge from the clouds
wearing HEADSETS.

TERRENCE CLARK
No! What I really want is love!

ANGELA
No! What I really want is truth!

Ash (as DR. EUGENE O'NEIL) emerges from the clouds.

ASH
No! What I really want is a cure!
(chorus begins)
Let this feeling take me/Let this magic
fake me-

Kevin Zimmerman (as KARL MARX) drives in on a GOLF CART.

The LOUD CHORAL MUSIC suddenly GRINDS TO A HALT...

ANGELA
Karl Marx!

KEVIN
Excuse me. Do you mind if I play through?
History repeats itself... first as
tragedy... then as farce!

The others glance at each other with indecision when

SUDDENLY... Dion (as MALCOLM X) bursts through the clouds on
ROLLER-SKATES and does the AIRBORNE SPLITS.

DION
(baseline rap)
No I ain't far down/No the truth ain't
 out/No your proof ain't loud/No your
faith can't cloud

In a SPECTACULAR BLAST OF LIGHT... the entire cast RISES IN

UNISON as Zora (as PRINCESS ZEBRUCHAN) comes down the stairs.

PRINCESS ZEBRUCHAN
We will find the truth together/We will
search the skies forever

ALL SIX CAST MEMBERS STAND TOGETHER. THE LIGHTHOUSE GANG

UNITED IN DANCE FORMATION.

LIGHTHOUSE GANG
(Terrence)
No! What I really want is...
(interrupted by Angela)
No! What I really need is...
(interrupted by Ash)
No! What I really feel is...
(interrupted by Kevin)
No! What I really hope is...
(interrupted by Dion)
No! What I really love is...
(interrupted by Zora)
No! What I really want is...
(entire cast)
THIIIIIIIIIISSSSSS!!!

The LIGHTS FADE as the cast quickly re-assembles for the next
stage of the musical.

Boxer's telephone begins to ring. He answers it.

BOXER
Hello.

People begin to glance over at Boxer as he lowers the phone

and stands up to leave.

BOXER (CONT'D)
I'M AT THIS PIECE OF SHIT MUSICAL.

INT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- [FLASH FORWARD] DAY

Ash paces in front of David Clark.

ASH
The motherfucker called our show a piece
of shit within earshot of every critic in
the house, and he walked out after the
opening act.

DAVID CLARK
Good for him.

Ash grimaces in anger.

ASH
Do you know what happens when one of the
biggest movie stars in the world calls
 your show a piece of shit and walks out
in front of a bunch of Hollywood
insiders?

INT. DOWNTOWN THEATER -- [FLASHBACK] NIGHT

Several dozen other people begin to exit the theater.

ASH (V.O.)
They all follow his lead! He killed our
careers... right then and there!

INT. BARNEY'S BEANERY -- AFTER THE SHOW

After the show, David and Terrence are sitting in a booth.

Terrence is drunk and dejected.

DAVID CLARK
That show was the stupidest thing I've
ever seen. I should've arrested you
fuckers for making me sit through it.
(beat)
I want you to forget this acting nonsense
once and for all, Terrence. You're thirty
years old and you've booked... what? A
commercial for Home Depot?
(nudging him on the shoulder)
It's just not gonna happen.

Terrence just stares down at his drink.

DAVID CLARK (CONT'D)

How are you ever gonna get anywhere in
life waiting tables? You don't have a
college degree. How are you going to be
able to support a wife and kids? Home
ownership never occurred to you?

Terrence takes a long sip of beer.

DAVID CLARK (CONT'D)

I want you to consider becoming a cop.

ACROSS THE BAR... Ash, Kevin, Angela, Dion and Zora are
stewing over the tepid response to their musical.

ASH
We never should have opened with the
medley.

ANGELA
We never should have put Malcolm X on
roller-skates. This isn't Starlight
Express.

DION
Bitch, don't start with me.

ASH
It's political satire, Angela.
 ANGELA
People were confused and offended.

DION
You don't know my pain!

ANGELA
They don't care about your politics,
Dion! They just want to be entertained!

ANGELA
They don't want to hear a bunch of your
neo-Marxist rhetoric.

DION
I'm an anarchist! There's no such thing
as a neo-Marxist! Pure socialism is dead!

KEVIN
Calm down, guys. We shouldn't blame each
other. We put on a great show, and we got
blackballed by a right-wing movie star.

ZORA
That cock-fucker is going down. In this
life or the next, I will have my
vengeance on Boxer Santaros.

Zora glares at them with rage in her eyes.

INT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- [FLASH FORWARD] AFTERNOON

David Clark glares at Ash.

DAVID CLARK
So this is about revenge. You're gonna
kidnap Boxer Santaros and hold him for
ransom.

ASH
Fuck that. We're not in the high risk
business. What we've got is a scam where
no one gets hurt, no one goes to jail,
and everybody gets paid, including you...
if you play your cards right.

DAVID CLARK
How deep is Terrence involved?

ASH
Your brother is pretending to be you.
He's driving around in your cruiser with
Santaros right now. At 10:15 they're
gonna drive right by this house, and
they're gonna hear screams from inside.
It's gonna be Angela and Dion, acting
like a married couple in a big argument.

CGI RE-CREATION:

The CAMERA moves through an INTRICATE CGI MODEL of the

Vermont house, detailing every aspect of the plan with CGI
VERSIONS of our characters.

ASH (V.O.)
Terrence is gonna go check things out,
with Boxer filming. Just like an episode
of Cops. He's gonna walk into the
bedroom, and find Dion and Angela in this
big screaming match. There will be blanks
in Terrence's gun. Dion and Angela will
have blood packs and squibs under their
shirts.

INT. 45433 VERMONT AVENUE -- GARAGE -- NEXT

Angela sits in a chair in the garage as KEVIN applies a

FACIAL PROSTHETIC. Zora is taping the BLOOD PACKS to Dion's
chest.

CGI RE-CREATION:

The RE-CREATION continues... CROSS CUT with Ash and David

Clark in the VENICE LOFT.

ASH
Terrence is gonna wig out and shoot them.
(beat)
And now Boxer's got all this on DVD. A
psycho cop who just murdered a black guy
and his girlfriend. He's gonna grab
Boxer's camera, turn it off, and then
plant a gun in Dion's hand... right in
front of him.

DAVID CLARK
Mother of God.

ASH
Now we've got a DVD, shot by a huge movie
star, of a racist cop committing double
murder. We've got a movie star married to
the daughter of the soon-to-be President
elect, who will pay anything to get that
DVD back.

DAVID CLARK
He'll never pay.

ASH
The fuck he won't! It's an election year!
Everyone pays!

Ash's phone begins to ring.

ASH
Make a sound, and I'll dose you again.

He answers it.

ASH (CONT'D)
Yeah.
INT. 45433 VERMONT AVENUE -- KITCHEN -- NEXT

Dion is sitting at the kitchen table. His NOSE and CHEEKBONES

are now much chubbier with thick prosthetic make-up.

DION
How's sleeping beauty?

ASH (PHONE)
Fine.

DAVID CLARK (PHONE)

I'M AWAKE, YOU ASSHOLE!!

Dion stands up.

DION
Motherfucker!

ASH (PHONE)
Calm down, Dion. He knows. I told him
everything.

DION
One thing! One thing I ask you to do and
you fail!

ASH (PHONE)
It's better this way, Dion.
(looking at David)
He's not gonna send his brother to
prison. He's gonna cooperate.

Dion hangs up the phone. We follow him as he walks into the

GARAGE.

INT. 45433 VERMONT AVENUE -- GARAGE -- NEXT

Inside the garage, Kevin is taping the squib packs onto

Angela's stomach.

KEVIN
Zora and I will be in the garage. When we
hear the first gunshot, I'll activate
your squib by remote. On the second
gunshot, I'll activate Angela's squib.

Zora has put on a pair of OFF-ROAD ROLLERBLADES. She rolls

around the garage.

ZORA
Kevin and I will then evacuate through
the back alley. These off-road
rollerblades were a great idea, Kev.

KEVIN
Thanks, Zora.

ZORA
Once Boxer is off and running, you guys
 have to evacuate immediately. The
neighbors will most likely call the cops
when they hear the gunshots. That'll give
you five or ten minutes to clear out.

ANGELA
Don't worry about the gunshots. The
neighbors around here won't give a shit.

ZORA
We rendezvous at midnight. Barney's
Beanery. By then, Terrence and Ash should
have twin brother nestled in his bed at
the beach condo. Then the negotiations
begin.

Zora and Kevin HIGH FIVE as Kevin spins his make-up chair
around and the CAMERA moves into Angela's new prosthetic
face.

ANGELA
How do I look?

Hideous. Absolutely hideous.

EXT. SANTA MONICA PIER -- SUNSET

A LARGE STAGE has been erected in the parking lot at the base
of SANTA MONICA PIER. Behind it is a JUMBO TRON. An animated
UNCLE SAM points at the LARGE CROWD of families that wait in
several lines at the base of the stage. The words "WE WANT
YOU" flicker on the screen... followed by "ARMY... NAVY...
AIRFORCE... MARINES".

Paul Pilot emerges onto the stage flanked by FIVE BACK-UP

DANCERS in military fatigue. They begin to perform a BOY-BAND
NUMBER. The crowd goes wild.

VARIOUS POSTCARD SHOTS: NIGHT

VARIOUS SHOTS from around Los Angeles: The SETTING SUN

reflects through the glass facade of the STAPLES CENTER... A
SEA OF RED LIGHTS on the CONGESTED 405...

A 3-D TITLE CARD illuminates:

PART II - THE DUNGEON OF CHAOS

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

Darkness fell upon the city.

SKATE-BOARDERS in Venice Beach SILHOUETTED against the

glowing FERRIS WHEEL looming in the distance at the base of
Santa Monica Pier. A crowd pours into the HOLLYWOOD BOWL.

At the VENICE DRUM CIRCLE... a drugged-out Larry Weisberg

watches as SOLDIERS move through the crowd. A HELICOPTER
searchlight pierces through the crowd.

INT. DHS OFFICE BUILDING -- NEXT

Starla sits at her cubicle working. She places a CHEETO in
her mouth... chewing it methodically.

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

Starla continued her clandestine
investigation with a growing sense of
horror.

Starla opens a link to an underwater SURVEILLANCE CAMERA. On

the ocean floor there is an ARRAY OF LIGHTS mounted onto some
underwater submersible.

She then retrieves the topographic map of coral reef and

stares at it. The image appears to form a human face.

She holds the topographical map up to a glossy magazine image

of Boxer. The faces appear to match.

Starla compares the two images... locked in a catatonic

trance. She then shoves a handful of CHEETOS in her mouth...
chunks spewing from her mouth.

She pulls up the US-IDENT search page and types in the name:
BOXER HENRY SANTAROS - 23432 90943

All of his personal information is displayed.

EXT. SOUTH CENTRAL LOS ANGELES -- NIGHT

HELICOPTER SHOT: The CAMERA flies over the vast city

lights... DOWNTOWN looming in the distance. A single POLICE
CRUISER idles at a stoplight...

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

Meanwhile... Boxer Santaros and Terrence
Clark navigated through the streets of
South Central, their destination just
several blocks away.

INT. POLICE CRUISER -- NEXT

Terrence and Boxer pass through the South Central

intersection. Boxer is fidgeting... acting strangely.

TERRENCE CLARK
So your new film. It's a modern crime
story?

BOXER
Post-modern. There is no such thing as
modern anymore. Hell, post-modern
practically needs to be retired from the
zeitgeist.
(beat... getting excited)
The basic concept is this. I play an LAPD
cop who isn't who he seems. He's a
paranoid schizophrenic. He has this
supernatural gift. He can see things. He
senses something wrong in the city. Crime
suddenly skyrockets, for no apparent
reason. The whole world is coming to an
 end, and he's the only one who can see
the truth.

A single bead of sweat rolls down Terrence's face.

TERRENCE CLARK
What's the truth?

Boxer smiles.

BOXER
My character... he realizes that the
apocalyptic crime rate... is because of
global deceleration.
(whispering)
The rotation of the earth is slowing at a
rate of .00000000006 MPH each day... and
it disrupts the chemical equilibrium in
the human brain, causing irrational and
anti-social criminal behavior.

TERRENCE CLARK
Sounds neat.

Boxer stares at him... somewhat insulted.

BOXER
Neat?

TERRENCE CLARK
Yeah. So how does he stop the global
deceleration?

BOXER
Oh... he can't stop it. Only God can stop
it... and The New York Times said God is
dead. So in the end I die in a tragic
downtown shoot-out, whispering my theory
to Dr. Muriel Fox, the Oceanographic
Disaster Specialist who I fall in love
with on the journey.
(beat)
Then my character gets resurrected. His
name is Jericho Cane.

Terrence smiles politely... nodding his head.

BOXER (CONT'D)
(snapping his fingers)
My character's initials. J.C.
Jesus Christ? Hello, Clark? Are we paying
attention here?

TERRENCE CLARK
Oh... yeah! Symbolism.

They drive in silence for a moment. Terrence sees something

through the windshield... and then SLAMS ON THE BREAKS.

TERRENCE CLARK (CONT'D)

SHIT!
Standing in the middle of the road is a VAGRANT named WALTER
MUNG (50s). He staggers toward the passenger side of the
car... leaning in toward Boxer... looking him dead in the
eye.

MUNG
The tower of fire will rain down upon
this city... with the vengeance of a
thousand white angels. Their black eyes
can see through time.

Boxer and Terrence sit there silently as the Vagrant backs

away from the car... walking down the sidewalk.

TERRENCE CLARK
O-kaaaaaay. Whatever that meant.

Terrence laughs nervously. Boxer peers through the window...

searching for any sign of the Vagrant.

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

The encounter struck them as most
unusual. For Boxer, it was the first in a
series of clues that something was truly
amiss in the city. The vagrant repeated
verbatim the exact dialogue spoken by a
character in his screenplay.

Terrence turns right onto Vermont Avenue.

BOXER
You don't hear that every day.

Through the windshield, HEADLIGHTS approach in the opposite

lane.

BOXER (CONT'D)
Oh, look. A fellow officer of the law.

Terrence's eyes widen in terror.

THERE IS ANOTHER POLICE CRUISER COMING TOWARD THEM.

Boxer turns on his camera and aims it at Terrence.

EXT. 45433 VERMONT AVENUE -- STREET -- NEXT

The two police cruisers come to a stop directly in front of

4533 Vermont. Inside the second cruiser is Officer CLARENCE
BOOKMAN (32). He rolls down his window.

BOOKMAN
Clark.

Terrence nods his head slowly. Bookman notices Boxer.

BOOKMAN (CONT'D)
Oh. Whoa. Boxer Santaros.

Boxer smiles, holding the camera.

 BOXER
Good evening, Officer.

There is a LOUD SCREAMING sound coming from inside the 45433

Vermont house. It is ANGELA. Bookman looks over his shoulder.

BOOKMAN
Hello. What have we here?

ANOTHER LOUD, BLOOD-CURDLING SCREAM. This time Angela and

Dion. Bookman touches the FLAT SCREEN on his dashboard.

BOOKMAN (CONT'D)
45433 Vermont in South Central. Possible
domestic disturbance.

BOXER
Finally. Something is happening.

Bookman opens his door and steps out of his cruiser.

Terrence and Boxer step out of their cruiser. Boxer has his
camera rolling. Bookman leads as the three of them walk down
the front walk to the house. Bookman rings the DOORBELL.
Boxer captures everything on DVD.

Another long... intense SCREAM. It sounds like a woman is

getting stabbed to death. Bookman draws his gun. He tries the
door. It is unlocked.

BOOKMAN
Here we go.

INT. 45433 VERMONT AVENUE -- FOYER -- NEXT

Bookman steps into the house. Terrence and Boxer follow close
behind. Terrence's face is white with fear. He draws his
gun... unable to speak.

Boxer follows them with the camera.

ANGELA
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHGGGGGG!!!

DION
YOU FUCKING BITCH! I'LL KILL YOU!

Bookman rounds the corner... into the bedroom. Terrance opens

his mouth to warn them, but he does not have the courage.

INT. 45433 VERMONT AVENUE -- BEDROOM -- NEXT

Dion has his hands around Angela's neck, strangling her from
behind. Bookman raises his gun.

BOOKMAN
Let her go and step against the wall!

INT. 45433 VERMONT AVENUE -- GARAGE -- NEXT

Zora and Kevin stand in the middle of the garage. Kevin is
holding the REMOTE SQUIB DETONATOR. Kevin's eyes widen. He
turns to Zora.

KEVIN
(whispering)
Is that Terrence?

INT. 45433 VERMONT AVENUE -- BEDROOM -- NEXT

Dion throws Angela down on the bed. Bookman FIRES HIS GUN.

The BULLET tears into Dion's chest.

INT. 45433 VERMONT AVENUE -- GARAGE -- NEXT

Kevin hits the button on the squib detonator.

INT. 45433 VERMONT AVENUE -- BEDROOM -- NEXT

The squib explodes just before Dion falls to the floor...

DEAD. Terrence stands next to Boxer, both of them FROZEN WITH
TERROR. Angela, who has no clue that this is ALL REAL...
continues her pre-rehearsed act.

ANGELA
You motherfucker!!

BOOKMAN
Shit. Oh shit.

ANGELA
You killed him you motherfucker!!

Angela comes lunging toward Bookman. In a instant reaction he

FIRES ANOTHER SHOT... and a BULLET hits Angela in the chest.
She falls back onto the bed just as the squib explodes
through her T-shirt.

INT. 45433 VERMONT AVENUE -- GARAGE -- NEXT

Kevin grabs his backpack. He and Zora rollerblade out the

back door of the garage.

EXT. 45433 VERMONT AVENUE -- BACK ALLEY -- NEXT

Zora and Dion rollerblade into the alley in perfect

formation... disappearing into the night.

INT. 45433 VERMONT AVENUE -- BEDROOM -- NEXT

Bookman, Terrence and Boxer stand there in shocked silence.

Terrence has wet his pants.

BOOKMAN
Shit. Shit.

Bookman walks over to Boxer and snatches the CAMCORDER from

his hands... aiming it back at Boxer. Boxer instinctively
shields his face from the camera.
 BOOKMAN (CONT'D)
Get out of here. Now. You weren't here.

He turns to Terrence.

BOOKMAN (CONT'D)
Give me your gun, Clark.

Terrence stands there, frozen.

BOOKMAN (CONT'D)
Give me your fucking gun.

Terrence hands him his gun. Bookman takes it, rubbing off the
fingerprints with the bedspread... and then places it in
Dion's lifeless hand.

BOOKMAN (CONT'D)
Take him out of here, now.

BOXER
Listen... I was never... here. I didn't
see a goddamn thing.

BOOKMAN
That's right. You didn't see a goddamn
thing. Neither of you did. Neither of you
were here. This is my deal. Now get the
fuck out of here. Both of you.

Bookman still has the camera on.

EXT. 45433 VERMONT AVENUE -- NEXT

Boxer comes stumbling out of the house into the yard. He

staggers around for a moment... and then SPRINTS OFF down the
street.

Seconds later... Terrence comes stumbling out of the house in

a daze... and rushes toward the cruiser. He gets behind the
wheel, starts the engine and speeds off down the street in
the opposite direction.

INT. POLICE CRUISER -- NEXT

Terrence is about to cry.

TERRENCE CLARK
Oh God... oh God...

EXT. 45433 VERMONT AVENUE -- NEXT

Bookman comes running out of the front door. He approaches

his cruiser and opens up the trunk. From inside the trunk, he
removes another PISTOL. He then shuts the trunk and rushes
back inside the house.

INT. 45433 VERMONT AVENUE -- BEDROOM

Bookman places the second pistol in Angela's hand.

 BOOKMAN
(into his radio)
I repeat... shots fired. Two down.

EXT. SOUTH CENTRAL -- TEXACO STATION -- NEXT

Boxer runs into the parking lot of a Texaco station...

frantically dialing a number on his cell phone.

BOXER
Fuck! Come on!

FADE TO BLACK:

EXT. CGI SUBURBAN STREET -- NIGHT

The CAMERA cranes down onto a SUBURBAN STREET. Green

manicured lawns. Sprinkler systems. Plush houses. Storm
clouds accumulate in the sky above. Thunder rumbles.

The CAMERA approaches a HOUSE on the NORTH SIDE of the

street. A YELLOW 2004 TRIER HYBRID SUV sits in the driveway.

A BLUE BOLT OF LIGHTNING comes down from the sky and strikes
the truck. A BLUE SHIELD OF ELECTRICAL POWER scans over the
truck like a 3-D XEROX MACHINE.

On the SOUTH side of the street... a SILVER TRIER SUV sits in

another driveway. Another BLUE LIGHTNING BOLT strikes... and
a 3-D XEROX of electrical power SCANS the SUV.

The engine of the YELLOW TRIER comes to life. "STRANGERS IN

THE NIGHT" by FRANK SINATRA blares from out of the sound
system.

Across the way... the engine of the SILVER TRIER comes to

life. The SUV backs slowly out of its driveway and into the
street. It pulls around and approaches the other truck. The
brake lights flicker from the truck as if to signal the other
vehicle.

The CAMERA lowers down to the EXHAUST PIPE on the back of the
truck. IT SLOWLY EXTENDS OUT AND EXPANDS... WIDENING ITS
DIAMETER.

The CAMERA moves to the EXHAUST PIPE on the SUV. IT SLOWLY

EXTENDS... SNAKING AROUND... READY FOR SOME ACTION. The SUV
TIRES EXPAND AND STRETCH as though they are amorphous
matter... able to operate like LEGS on an animal.

The SUV mounts the other one from behind. The SUV TAIL PIPE
snakes around and inserts itself into the opening of the
other exhaust pipe.

The SUVs begin to rock up and down... HAVING VEHICULAR SEXUAL

INTERCOURSE WITH ONE ANOTHER. The TRIER LOGO appears on the
screen. Underneath it the phrase: ROADS NOT REQUIRED.

EXT. VAUGHN MANSION -- BEVERLY HILLS -- NEXT

Joe Vaughn stands at the edge of the POOL at his party. An

audience of several hundred APPLAUDS as the new TRIER
COMMERCIAL has just premiered on several FLAT SCREEN HD-TVs
mounted around the party.

VAUGHN
That was just... very erotic.

A FAT GERMAN WOMAN translates for the Germans in the crowd.

VAUGHN
As vehicular design continues to
evolve... Trier Products stands at the
cutting edge of the new frontier. A
future without fossil fuel.

Vaughn pumps his fist. The crowd cheers enthusiastically.

VAUGHN
Now... to tell us more about the new
hybrid SUV is Dr. Inga Neuberger.

The crowd applauds as Inga takes the mike and begins to

address the crowd in German. Vaughn watches politely as his
wife JACLYN (40s) comes through the crowd. She has a
telephone in her hand.

JACLYN
Joe?

VAUGHN
Mmmm?

JACLYN
(whispering)
It's Boxer. It's... some kind of
emergency.

Vaughn turns to the crowd.

VAUGHN
Excuse me for one moment please.

Vaughn snatches the phone from her.

INT. VAUGHN MANSION -- KITCHEN -- MOMENTS LATER

Vaughn steps into the KITCHEN... motioning to the

HOUSEKEEPERS to leave.

VAUGHN
Boxer?

BOXER (PHONE)
(blubbering)
I... I... he just killed them! He just
killed those two people!

Vaughn notices an AVANT-GARDE GERMAN COUPLE doing COCAINE at

his kitchen table.

VAUGHN
 Do you mind?

The couple sneers at him and then leaves.

VAUGHN
(back into phone)
Okay. Calm down. Where are you?

BOXER (PHONE)
I'm at the Texaco station... on the
corner of Crenshaw and 14th street.

VAUGHN
Jesus. Sit tight. I'll be there as quick
as I can.

He hangs up the phone... pacing around the kitchen.

VAUGHN (CONT'D)
Fuck!

Jaclyn comes into the kitchen.

JACLYN
What is it, Joe!

VAUGHN
Fuck!

INT. POLICE CRUISER -- NEXT

Terrence is driving aimlessly through the streets of Los

Angeles. Tears are streaming down his cheeks.

TERRENCE CLARK
Fuck!

INT. 45433 VERMONT AVENUE -- BEDROOM -- NEXT

Bookman stands over the bodies. Dion's CELL PHONE is ringing

from his pocket.

BOOKMAN
Fuck.

INT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

Ash is trying Dion on his cell phone. No answer.

ASH
Fuck.

EXT. SOUTH CENTRAL -- TRIER GAS STATION -- NEXT

Boxer sits on the curb next to an internet kiosk.

BOXER
Fuck.

INT. ICE CREAM TRUCK -- NEXT

Rashad Avraham wakes up on the floor in the back of his ICE
CREAM TRUCK. He holds his head in pain.

RASHAD
Fuck!

INT. LARRY WEISBERG'S HOUSE -- BEVERLY HILLS -- NEXT

Larry and his friends sit in his living room watching a PORNO
flick starring Tera Cox and Krysta Now. Someone off-screen is
performing oral sex on Tera.

TERA
Fuck!

Larry stares at the porno in awe.

LARRY
(whispering)
Fuck...

INT. CYNDI PINZIKI'S APARTMENT -- VENICE BEACH -- NEXT

Cyndi and Jerri sit on the couch watching television. Jerri

takes a long hit off of a BONG.

JERRI
(exhaling)
Fuuuuuck.

EXT. BARNEY'S BEANERY -- MOMENTS LATER

Terrence pulls the police cruiser into the parking lot.

INT. BARNEY'S BEANERY -- NEXT

Terrence drops into the BOOTH where Zora and Kevin are
waiting. He is trembling.

ZORA
Where are Dion and Angela?

TERRENCE CLARK
They're dead. They're both dead.

EXT. SOUTH CENTRAL -- TEXACO STATION -- NEXT

Boxer sits on the curb at the Texaco station. He looks like

he is about to cry. His CELL PHONE begins to ring.

BOXER
Yeah.

INT. DHS OFFICE BUILDING -- NEXT

Starla sits in front of her computer with her headset on...

her face covered in Cheeto schmeg. She seems possessed by
something.

STARLA (PHONE)
Is this... Boxer?
Boxer is silent for a moment.

BOXER
Yeah.

STARLA (PHONE)
You're the King. The King who rules the
Tower of Fire.

EXT. SOUTH CENTRAL -- TEXACO STATION -- NEXT

Boxer thinks for a moment... spooked...

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

Once again... a piece of dialogue from
his screenplay.

BOXER
Where did you learn those words?

STARLA (PHONE)
We have to talk. You are in great danger.

BOXER
Who are you?

STARLA (PHONE)
I am Dr. Muriel Fox. The Oceanographic
Disaster Specialist. Look for the red
umbrella. Tomorrow at noon on the beach
in Santa Monica.

The phone disconnects. Boxer stands there for a moment...

then sees Vaughn's Mercedes pull into the parking lot.

INT. VAUGHN'S MERCEDES -- NEXT

Boxer sits down in the passenger seat as Vaughn peels out of

the parking lot.

BOXER
They're dead. He... he shot these two
people... right in front of me.

VAUGHN
Clark?

BOXER
No. This other cop showed up. It's all on
the DVD.

VAUGHN
From your camera?

BOXER
Yeah. The cop has the DVD. Everything is
on that DVD.

Vaughn tries to remain calm.

 VAUGHN
Heavens to Betsy.
(beat)
This is bad. This is really bad...

INT. BARNEY'S BEANERY -- NEXT

Zora takes a sip of iced tea.

ZORA
What was this cop's name?

TERRENCE CLARK
Bookman. His name tag said Bookman.

ZORA
We have to get that DVD from him.

TERRENCE CLARK
Fuck that, Zora! This is over! I'm
bringing the cruiser back to the loft. We
have to tell my brother everything that
happened.

ZORA
Your brother is at my place with Ash.
He's bound and gagged. He already knows
everything. You're gonna have to give him
half of your share to keep him quiet.

INT. VAUGHN'S MERCEDES -- NEXT

Vaughn is dialing a number on his cell phone.

VAUGHN
Damage control. Damage control. I want
you to tell me everything that happened
from beginning to end.

BOXER
Take us to Malibu. The beach house.

EXT. 45433 VERMONT AVENUE -- NEXT

There are now four POLICE CRUISERS, an AMBULANCE and a

CORONER'S VAN parked in front of the house.

INT. 45433 VERMONT AVENUE -- NEXT

The CAMERA tracks along with DETECTIVE ERIN ROBINSON (38) as

she moves through the house along with several other
OFFICERS... arriving in the BEDROOM, where Bookman watches
several CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATORS analyze the scene.

Robinson looks down at the bodies in disgust.

ROBINSON
Christ.

CSI GAIL FITZPATRICK (28) is leaning down over Angela's body

when she notices a CREASE in her prosthetic facial appliance.
She reaches out to touch it with her PEN... and the make-up
appliance begins to peel off.

FITZPATRICK
Okay. It gets even better.
(she turns to Robinson)
In addition to the blood packs, they both
appear to be wearing facial prosthetics.

Two other CSI TEAM MEMBERS named WALKER (30) and MCBRIDE (30)
approach.

WALKER
The house is listed to Dion Warner.
That's the brother.

ROBINSON
Nice.
(to Bookman)
Any clue as to why a couple would be
having an argument while wearing blood
packs and facial prosthetics?

Bookman thinks for a moment.

BOOKMAN
I've been running that one up the
flagpole all night, and I've formulated a
theory.

She sighs. Bookman is trouble and she knows it.

ROBINSON
Well let's hear it, Clarence. I'm sure
Internal Affairs will be very interested
in your latest adventure.

BOOKMAN
They must have just returned from the set
of some picture, irritated and tired. You
know how these movie sets can be. Lots of
tension. My guess is they came home and
the argument began before they even had
time to take off their costumes.

Robinson shakes her head in disgust. McBride retrieves a copy

of THE LIGHTHOUSE GANG headshot... handing it to Robinson.

ROBINSON
The Lighthouse Gang.

INT. BARNEY'S BEANERY -- NEXT

Zora takes the check from the waitress.

ZORA
We have to go back to the loft. We've
gotta convince your brother to keep quiet
on this. That's the only way.

TERRENCE CLARK
 He won't! There's no way he'll keep
quiet. We're all gonna go to jail, Zora.

ZORA
Your own brother would send you to jail?

TERRENCE CLARK
We're a part of this. We're responsible.
(emotional beat)
This... this is just fucked up! This is
an abomination, Zora! We're actors for
Chrissakes!

Zora stews for a moment. Kevin is speechless.

ZORA
You're not an actor. You're a pussy.
(beat)
You're both a couple of pussies. Come on,
let's go back to the loft. I've got some
serious negotiating to do.

KEVIN
(frightened)
What are you gonna do, Zora?

ZORA
I'm gonna talk to him until he agrees to
keep quiet. This is survival of the
fittest. This is Charles fucking Darwin
to the max.

EXT. BARNEY'S BEANERY -- MOMENTS LATER

Zora, Kevin and Terrence walk together toward the cruiser.

Kevin stops in his tracks.

KEVIN
Listen guys. I... I think that I'm just
gonna rollerblade on home... get some
fresh air. You can just call me and let
me know what the plan is. I don't really
want to be involved anymore.

Zora looks at Kevin in a rage.

KEVIN (CONT'D)
I think it's probably best if we all just
part company now, and lay low. Look out
for ourselves. The Lighthouse Gang was
fun while it lasted, right?

Zora glares at him, and then nods her head.

ZORA
Okay, Kev. I respect your decision. Good
luck.

KEVIN
You can keep the rollerblades, Zora.
Consider them a gift.
Kevin smiles nervously, and then blades off into the alley.
Terrence walks quickly to the cruiser, opening the driver's
side door.

Zora approaches from behind and STABS HIM IN THE NECK.

IT IS A BASITONOL SYRINGE.

Within seconds... Terrence is out like a light and Zora

pushes him into the car's passenger seat... his head slumped
over against the window, unconscious.

Zora closes the door, starts the engine, puts the cruiser
into drive and then floors it.

EXT. ALLEY -- NEXT

Zora pulls the cruiser into the ALLEY that runs parallel to
Santa Monica Boulevard. Through the windshield, we see Kevin
blading down the alley. She is approaching fast behind him.
Kevin looks back over his shoulder in terror.

KEVIN
No!

He picks up speed... rollerblading as fast as he can. Zora

accelerates... the cruiser fast approaching.

KEVIN (CONT'D)
(screaming like a woman)
AAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

The CRUISER slams into Kevin's body. It cartwheels over the

windshield, his rollerblades cracking the glass.

When Kevin's body has fallen to the ground behind the

cruiser, Zora SLAMS ON THE BREAKS.

Without a trace of emotion on her face, Zora puts the cruiser

in reverse and hits the gas... backing over Kevin's body with
a thumping sound... finishing the job.

She then puts the car into drive... cruises down the alley...
and turns south on west on Santa Monica... heading toward the
freeway.

INT. POLICE CRUISER -- NEXT

Zora dials a number on her cell phone.

ASH (PHONE)
Hello?

ZORA
Ash. It's Zora.

ASH (PHONE)
Jesus Christ, I've been calling you guys
for hours! What's going on?
 ZORA
Everything went exactly as planned. Sit
tight, and I'll be home before sunrise.

ASH (PHONE)
Sunrise? What the fuck, Zora?

ZORA
I have to run a few errands.

INT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

Ash hangs up the phone. David Clark glares at him.

ASH
Everything went fine. See... you
shouldn't under-estimate your brother.

DAVID CLARK
Do you think you could get me some food?
I haven't eaten in twenty-four hours.

ASH
Oh, sure.

Ash goes over to the REFRIGERATOR and opens it.

ASH (CONT'D)
Oooh. Not much selection. I hope you like
Acid Fuel.

INT. BOXER'S BEACH HOUSE -- FAMILY ROOM -- NEXT

Boxer sits on the couch in a bathrobe... freshly showered. He

is sipping a tumbler of scotch. Vaughn paces around the room.

VAUGHN
Don't worry. We'll fix this. Whatever the
price. Throw enough money at any problem
and it goes away... right?

Vincenzo is there. He hangs up the phone, scrawling notes on

his pad.

VINCENZO
Alright. My pal on the force gave me some
information... and it sounds like we're
in the clear.
(looking at his notepad)
The officer who fired the shots... his
name is Clarence Bookman. A real hot-head
apparently. Internal Affairs has been
breathing down his neck.

VAUGHN
Who the fuck are you?

VINCENZO
I'm a co-producer on The Power.

VAUGHN
 What the fuck is The Power?

BOXER
My new screenplay. The role I'm
researching.

VINCENZO
According to my sources there are no
reports of an officer Clark, or a Boxer
Santaros at the scene.

VAUGHN
Oh... thank God.

Vaughn pumps his fist in victory.

INT. POLICE CRUISER -- NIGHT

Zora drives the police cruiser down PCH.

INT. POLICE CRUISER TRUNK -- NEXT

Terrence is now awake inside the trunk. He begins to rip open

a storage unit. There is a GUN inside.

EXT. ALLEY -- NEXT

Larry Weisberg's Hummer comes cruising down the alley at

breakneck speed... then SKIDDING to a stop just inches in
front of Kevin Zimmerman's body.

Larry and A-Ball step out of the car... rap music blasting
from inside.

LARRY
Wicked...

A-Ball approaches the body.

A-BALL
Should we call the cops?

LARRY
Probably.
(his eyes locked on the body)
Let's just stare at it for a little bit
first.

Larry and A-Ball stare at the dead body in silence.

INT. BOXER'S BEACH HOUSE -- FAMILY ROOM -- NEXT

Vaughn is typing on his laptop. Boxer paces around nervously,

thumbing through his screenplay. Something is happening.

VAUGHN
Okay. I sent your wife an e-mail. Good
damage control so far. Now we have to
figure out a way to secure that DVD.

Vaughn sees something on his computer.

 VAUGHN (CONT'D)
Oh, fuck me hard!

Vaughn has pulled up Cyndi Pinziki's e-mail.

VAUGHN (CONT'D)
I have some information that could be
very damaging to your client. This
information is recorded on DVD.
(scanning to the bottom)
It's from C.O.P. Cop.

VINCENZO
It was a fucking setup.

BOXER
What?

VAUGHN
No... he's right. Someone is trying to
blackmail us. This is a political smear
campaign.

Boxer pours himself another drink.

INT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

Ash is feeding David Clark Acid Fuel by the spoon.

DAVID CLARK
Uggghhh. Enough. This shit is nasty.

Ash puts the spoon back into the jar of Lime Green shake.
Clark looks like he is about to gag.

DAVID CLARK (CONT'D)

Bring me some water, for Chrissakes.
Jesus... who eats this shit!

EXT. PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY -- NEXT

Zora pulls the police cruiser into the parking lot of

GLADSTONES. Zora exits the car and walks over to an SUV
parked there. BEHIND THE WHEEL IS OFFICER BOOKMAN.

BOOKMAN
Just in time.

ZORA
I'm never late for an appointment.

BOOKMAN
Where's the cop?

ZORA
In the trunk.

A MUFFLED GUN SHOT echoes across the parking lot. Bookman

turns to Zora.
 BOOKMAN
Did you hear that?

EXT. GLADSTONE'S PARKING LOT -- NEXT

Bookman and Zora approach the police cruiser. They see that
the trunk is now open. Terrence is not in there.

ZORA
Fuck me hard!

EXT. PCH -- NEXT

Terrence sprints up PCH as fast as he can. A LARGE GREYHOUND

BUS is approaching. He frantically begins to wave his arms,
flagging the bus down.

EXT. PCH -- NEXT

Terrence stands in front of the GREYHOUND BUS as the DRIVER

opens the door.

DRIVER
Officer, are you okay?

Terrence looks up at the windows of the bus and he sees that

there are dozens of PASSENGERS looking out the windows at
him.

INT. GREYHOUND BUS -- NEXT

Terrence walks down the aisle of the bus as all of the

passengers stare at him in awe, whispering to one another.
Nearly all of the PASSENGERS are wearing MATCHING WHITE T
SHIRTS that have some sort of CHURCH GROUP LOGO on them.

He arrives at the only remaining seat near the back... and

sits down next to an ANGELIC CULT PRIESTESS (30s). The
Priestess smiles at Terrence nervously.

PRIESTESS
Is... everything okay?

Terrence stares at the Priestess for a long moment.

TERRENCE CLARK
Bless me sister, for I have sinned.

The Priestess nods her head slowly... somewhat confused.

PRIESTESS
Armageddon is upon us. The ocean will
cleanse us of our sins in the wake of the
Doomsday Machine.
(taking his hand)
The Machine is in control.

EXT. GLADSTONE'S PARKING LOT -- NEXT

Zora and Bookman pace around the parking lot in a panic.

 ZORA
Don't worry. Terrence is a pussy. We'll
find him eventually.

BOOKMAN
What about this screenwriter. Ash
Wallace?

ZORA
He's a pussy too. We'll cut him up and
throw him in a dumpster.
(beat)
Do you have the DVD?

Bookman pulls the SHOOTING DVD from his pocket.

ZORA (CONT'D)
Have you made a copy of it yet?

BOOKMAN
No copies. This is a one time deal. Extra
copies of this DVD is the worst idea I've
ever heard.

ZORA
We make the call first thing tomorrow
morning. Negotiations should be brief.

EXT. GLADSTONE'S PARKING LOT -- NEXT

Across the parking lot, there is a BLACK CHEVY SEDAN.

INT. BLACK CHEVY SEDAN -- NEXT

Inside the BLACK CHEVY SEDAN are Robinson, Walker and

McBride. They watch ZORA and BOOKMAN talking. McBride is
doing research on the Lighthouse Gang.

WALKER
Her name is Zora Charmichaels. I just
found her on a webcast from the Comedy
and Magic Store in Hermosa Beach.

ROBINSON
She's a stand-up comedian?

MCBRIDE
I can download their webcast through our
server.

McBride begins to type on her laptop.

ON THE WEBCAST: JAY LENO is standing up on the stage.

LENO
Ladies and gentlemen... straight outta
Venice Beach... Zora Charmichaels!

Zora takes the stage... immediately grabbing the MICROPHONE

from the Leno... putting him in the headlock.
 ZORA
(into the mike)
AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!

The crowd goes wild.

ZORA (CONT'D)
WHO LIKES PUSSY?!!!!

The men go crazy.

WALKER
She's ripping off Sam Kinison.

ZORA
I WANT SOME FUCKING PUSSY!!!
AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!

She releases Leno... and then puts the microphone to her

CROTCH and begins to make BEAT-BOX QUIFFING SOUNDS with her
mouth... as though they are coming from her vagina.

EXT. GLADSTONE'S PARKING LOT -- NEXT

Bookman and Zora continue to conspire in the parking lot.

BOOKMAN
I don't know. This is fucking risky. What
if Boxer doesn't cooperate?

ZORA
He will. It's an election year. The
manager is so paranoid. If we ask for
three million they'll fucking pay it.
Three million I'd rather split two
ways... not six!

Bookman thinks for a moment.

BOOKMAN
Fuck it. I'm in.

INT. BOXER'S BEACH HOUSE -- FAMILY ROOM -- NEXT

Vaughn has composed a return e-mail.

TO: [email protected]
FROM: [email protected]
SUBJECT: RE: BOXER SANTAROS
How much for the DVD?

Vaughn presses SEND.

INT. CYNDI PINZIKI'S APARTMENT -- VENICE BEACH -- NEXT

Cyndi sits at her kitchen table in front of her LAPTOP...

watching a news feed... smoking a cigarette. Across the
room... Jerri is exercising to a STRIP HOP video.

Cyndi sees the e-mail from Joe Vaughn.

 CYNDI
Jackpot! Wake up Jer! We're in business!

JERRI
Wha... OH SHIT!

Cyndi begins to type her reply.

SUBJECT: OUR PRICE

$1,000,000 cash.

Cyndi goes to press SEND.

JERRI (CONT'D)
Wait!

CYNDI
What, should I make it more threatening?

JERRI
The money, Cyn. I'm no expert... but...
shouldn't we aim a little higher? I
mean... say they come back at half a
million and don't budge. Then we're stuck
at half a million, right? From what I
know about these Hollywood managers is
that they like to play hardball on these
deals.
(beat)
Let's play hardball, sister. It's now or
never!

Cyndi thinks for a moment.

CYNDI
How high should we go?

Jerri reaches out and changes the offer.

$3,000,000 cash.

CYNDI (CONT'D)
Fuck me hard!

Jerri cackles out loud.

CYNDI (CONT'D)
Alright. Let's go for it.

Cyndi presses SEND.

INT. BOXER'S BEACH HOUSE -- FAMILY ROOM

Vaughn reads the offer.

VAUGHN
$3,000,000 cash.

Vaughn and Vincenzo look at each other. Boxer takes a long

sip from his scotch... staring out at the ocean.
 VAUGHN
Three million dollars. This is extortion
on a level above and beyond... anything I
have ever seen.
(beat)
But given the circumstances... I think we
should pay.

BOXER
Why? It's all coming to an end. It
doesn't matter. Fuck the election.

VAUGHN
They will bury you if this DVD gets out.
All they want is money. If we pay... I
can guarantee that this whole situation
can be controlled.

VINCENZO
Maybe the DVD isn't as incriminating as
you think.

VAUGHN
TWO INNOCENT PEOPLE WERE SHOT. IT'S ON
THE DVD! HE'S ON THE FUCKING DVD! HE SAID
THE "N" WORD REPEATEDLY... LAUGHING! THE
COP SHOT THE BLACK GUY WHO WAS UNARMED!
WE ACCEPT THE FUCKING DEAL... CASE
CLOSED!

Vaughn sighs. He types his response.

Deal. When and where?

INT. CYNDI PINZIKI'S APARTMENT -- VENICE BEACH -- NEXT

Cyndi and Jerri are silent for a moment... before SCREAMING

BLOODY MURDER.

CYNDI
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

They jump up and down... hugging and screaming.

JERRI
OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! THREE MILLION
DOLLARS!!!

Cyndi calms down... sitting in front of the computer.

CYNDI
Okay, baby. Calm down. Calm down.

She speaks her reply. The computer generates the text.

Surf View Cafe at the Santa Monica pier. NOON.

No funny stuff or we go public with the DVD.

She presses SEND.

INT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

Officer David Clark is squirming in his seat. His face is now
BRIGHT RED. He moans out loud.

DAVID CLARK
Jesus. What was in that shit!

ASH
I don't know. It's bodybuilder shit.

DAVID CLARK
I've gotta go to the bathroom. We're
gonna have a serious mess if you don't
untie me!

ASH
Sorry, buddy. No can do.

Officer Clark screams out in pain.

DAVID CLARK
Ahhh! It's like glass. Come on, man! Just
untie me from the chair and let me walk
over to the toilet!

Ash lets out a loud sigh. He pulls out his GUN... and walks
over to release the Officer's hands from the chair.

ASH
Straight to the bathroom. No funny stuff.

Free from the chair, with his hands still tied behind his
back, officer Clark hops his way over to the bathroom. Ash
follows close with the gun.

ASH
Keep the door open!

Clark slams the door closed before Ash can stop him. Ash
tries to open the door, but Clark has the door locked.

ASH
I said keep the door open!

DAVID CLARK
Fuck you!

From inside the bathroom we hear horrific shitting noises.

INT. BATHROOM -- NEXT

Inside the small, windowless bathroom, Officer Clark gets up

off the toilet and spins around so that his back is facing
the sink. He is making the shitting noises with his mouth.

He turns on the water... and then begins to open drawers

looking for something to cut through the ropes around his
wrists. From one of the drawers he finds a NAIL FILE... and
begins to cut through them.

INT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

Ash paces around nervously... he has the PHONE in his hand
and he begins to dial a number.

ASH
If you don't come out in ten seconds I'm
gonna start shooting holes in the door!

No response. Only running water. Ash moves in toward the

door, placing his ear against it.

INT. BATHROOM -- NEXT

With his arms and legs now completely free, Officer Clark
KICKS THE BATHROOM DOOR AS HARD AS HE CAN.

INT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

The DOOR SMASHES OPEN and sends Ash flying across the room
onto the floor... the gun sliding across the hardwood floor
out of his reach. Ash is unconscious.

After a few REVENGE KICKS to Ash's RIBS, Clark sprints for

the gun... grabs it... and turns for the phone. He puts the
phone to his ear. No service.

DAVID CLARK
Shit!

He looks over at the bathroom door and sees that the SHELF
holding the CORDLESS CRADLE has knocked over, ripping the
cord from the WALL.

EXT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

Officer Clark comes bursting out the door and runs toward the
gate. He sprints down the street wearing only his boxer
shorts and a T-shirt. He is still dizzy from the Basitonol.

EXT. ALLEY -- WEST HOLLYWOOD -- NEXT

Larry Weisberg and A-Ball stand with the cops next to his
Hummer. Kevin Zimmerman's body is now covered with a BLANKET.
Robinson and her crew are all there.

MCBRIDE
And so you didn't see anyone exiting the
scene. No other witnesses.

LARRY
No. Just the dead guy.

MCBRIDE
Uh-huh.

LARRY
You guys think I hit him don't you!

A-BALL
Fuckin' five-o! That's bullshit!
OVER AT THE BODY... Robinson, Fitzpatrick and Walker are
conferring around the body. Fitzpatrick removes Kevin's
wallet. Walker is going through his backpack.

FITZPATRICK
He's got himself a SAG card as well. His
name is Kevin Zimmerman.

ROBINSON
Jesus. Tough night for the Lighthouse
Gang.

WALKER
You're not gonna believe this.

Robinson turns and sees that Walker has emptied the contents
of the backpack.

WALKER (CONT'D)
Make-up kit... and squib detonators.

ROBINSON
Jackpot.
(to Fitzpatrick)
These kids run him down?

FITZPATRICK
Not a chance. See those tire tracks?
They're way too wide for the tread marks
on the victim. And if you'll notice there
are two sets, going in different
directions. Whoever ran this guy down put
it in reverse... and finished the job.

Robinson sighs.

ROBINSON
Looks like we've got ourselves a serial
killer. Bring the two vanilla gangstas in
for formal questioning. Call their
parents. I'm going to bed.

INT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

Ash lays on the floor of the loft... his eyes slowly opening.
He sees Bookman and Zora approaching. Zora has something in
her hand.

BOOKMAN
He's gone. The little prick let him get
away.

Zora leans down to Ash's face with a METAL DEVICE in her

hand. IT IS A BAN SAW. Ash's eyes widen in horror.

ASH
No-

She pulls the trigger. The saw ROARS TO LIFE and she lowers
it swiftly towards Ash's NECK.
EXT. VENICE BEACH LIQUOR STORE -- NEXT

David Clark is in the parking lot of a LIQUOR STORE in

Venice. He approaches an INTERNET KIOSK and places his THUMB
on the US-IDENT LOGIN PAD. An "OUT OF SERVICE" graphic
appears on the screen.

DAVID CLARK
Shit!

The liquor store is closed. Clark looks over and sees that
there is a LARGE ICE-CREAM TRUCK parked on the street
adjacent to the parking lot. Rashad Avraham is behind the
wheel. He is talking on his CELL PHONE.

INT. ICE CREAM TRUCK -- NEXT

Rashad has the phone to his ear. Rashad hears a knock on the
window. He rolls down the window.

DAVID CLARK
Sir, I am a police officer. This is an
emergency. I need to use your cell phone.

Rashad gives him a long, cold stare.

DAVID CLARK (CONT'D)

Please. It's a matter of life or death.

RASHAD
Local call?

DAVID CLARK
Local call.

Rashad hands him the cell phone.

EXT. VENICE BEACH LIQUOR STORE -- NEXT

David is pacing around, trying to get reception on the cell

phone.

DAVID CLARK
Come on. Come on.

INT. ICE CREAM TRUCK -- NEXT

Rashad Avraham pulls out the GROUP HEADSHOT of the Lighthouse

Gang. He examines it curiously, looking at TERRENCE'S FACE...
right next to Zora.

EXT. VENICE BEACH LIQUOR STORE -- NEXT

His eyes widen, and he glances over at David.

David has finally made a connection.

DAVID CLARK
Yes, this is officer David Clark-

Rashad Avraham appears right behind him with a GUN TO HIS

HEAD.

RASHAD
Give me the phone.

David freezes... and then slowly hands Rashad the phone.

INT. ICE CREAM TRUCK -- NEXT

David Clark is now HOG TIED in the back of the truck on the
floor among Rashad's arsenal of WEAPONS. He has duct tape
over his mouth.

IN THE CAB... Rashad is dialing a number on his cell phone.

INT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

Bookman is asleep on the couch. From ANOTHER ROOM, we hear

the sound of Zora's BAN SAW. The TELEPHONE is ringing and the
answering machine picks up.

RASHAD (PHONE)
This is Rashad Avraham. Your fucking
check bounced, Princess Zebruchan. Now
I've got your little actor friend
Terrence Clark hog tied in the back of my
truck. If you don't have the cash payment
by tomorrow at twelve o'clock sharp, I
start cutting off his fingers. One each
hour.
(looking at the head shot)
Ciao, bitch.

Just then... Zora emerges from the other room. She is wearing
GOGGLES, RUBBER GLOVES and a WHITE APRON covered in BLOOD.
Neither she or Bookman heard the message.

ZORA
Wake up, Bookman. I've got a torso jam.
Can you help me?

Bookman nods his head and follows Zora into the next room.

EXT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

From outside of the apartment, we see Zora step out onto a

FIRE ESCAPE with a BODY PART wrapped in black plastic. She
drops it into the DUMPSTER below.

EXT. SANTA MONICA PIER -- NEXT

ON THE BEACH... The entire CHURCH GROUP is now assembled on

SLEEPING BAGS around a CAMPFIRE. A large PEACE RALLY is
taking place on the stage with the JUMBO TRON. Terrence sits
next to the Priestess on the sand.

PRIESTESS
The positive power of our Lord Jesus
Christ is infinitely greater than the
limited negative power of demons. So
through Him, and Him alone, we can
 triumph totally over all demons.

TERRENCE CLARK
Where are the demons?

The Priestess points across the beach.

PRIESTESS
They prepare for the Holy War. Soon there
will be a great battle. A war to end all
wars.

WALTER MUNG stands before a group of VAGRANTS... and various

other SCHIZOPHRENIC/DRUG-ADDICTS assembled in a circle around
a LARGE WOODEN CROSS.

MUNG
The tides have now turned. The path is
set. In less than twenty-four hours the
pawns in this cosmic game of chess will
converge.
(beat)
And yet... only one thing is certain. The
ocean is now in control.

Walter lights a torch and approaches the CROSS... lighting it

on fire. The burning cross sends smoke across the horizon.

EXT. TRIER PLAZA -- DAWN

The THREE TOWERING SKYSCRAPERS that comprise TRIER PLAZA sit

just north of STAPLES CENTER. The SUN pierces through the
horizon.

The 3-D TITLE illuminates against TOWER ONE... sending an

array of light over the city below.

PART III - THE TOWER OF FIRE

INT. TRIER PLAZA -- PENTHOUSE OFFICE -- NEXT

The CAMERA moves through the OFFICE on the top floor of Trier
Plaza TOWER ONE. Baron von Westphalen sits at the end of the
long MARBLE TABLE... flanked by his staff.

Inga Neuberger touches a panel on the table and one of the

wall mounted FLAT SCREENS illuminates. An IMAGE from
UNDERWATER appears on screen with a CLUSTER OF LIGHTS on the
ocean floor.

STARLA VON LUFT appears on one of the monitors.

INGA
The diagnostic just came in. The linear
accelerator is running at ninety
percent... and the effect on the tidal
drag is significant... running from La
Jolla all the way north to Carmel.
(beat)
What effect is this having on human
behavior?
 STARLA
Crime has skyrocketed across the city. It
should be only a matter of days before
the city explodes into complete anarchy.
(beat)
Now there is something else. I have just
sent the image over on channel three.

Inga touches the screen... turning on another wall monitor.

An INFRARED IMAGE of CORAL REEF appears on screen.

STARLA
A new species of coral reef has
emerged... about three kilometers from
the LAC mainframe. If you'll look closely
you'll see that the coral reef has formed
some very unusual patterns.

WESTPHALEN
Yes. I see. How is dis significant?

STARLA
Well... we don't know. This is an
entirely new species of coral reef. On
the map scan it appears to resemble a
human face.

GERMAN BUSINESS MAN

The ocean is fighting back.

A woman named KATARINA KUNSTLER (70s) enters.

KATARINA
Victor Rutkowski is here with the
champagne.

INT. TRIER PLAZA -- PENTHOUSE OFFICE -- MOMENTS LATER

VICTOR RUTKOWSKI (40s), an oily rock-star type with long

hair, places a bottle of champagne on the table.

RUTKOWSKI
The champagne is laced with ten
milligrams of PCP. I've ordered you
sixteen cases of it.

INGA
Excellent.

Inga places a BRIEFCASE full of cash on the table in front of

Westphalen.

RUTKOWSKI
If you don't mind me asking. Why do you
want to dose your entire party with PCP?

WESTPHALEN
Because I vant them to experience de joy
of watching chaos from de sky as God
does.
Victor shrugs... as if to say... whatever, freaks.

RUTKOWSKI
Enjoy the party.

Inga sees him to the door... and then turns to face the
others.

INGA
Gentlemen... our mission in life is to
destroy capitalism and dethrone God. It
now appears that our mission is nearing
completion. The experiment is a success.
One that will be studied until the end of
time.
(raising a glass)
Prepare to enter oblivion... for that is
all that remains of what might have been.

INT. STARLA VON LUFT HOUSE -- SUNRISE

Starla lays in bed... candles lit around her. Her bedroom is

a shrine to Boxer Santaros.

INT. BOXER'S BEACH HOUSE -- BEDROOM -- SUNRISE

Boxer is restless in his sleep... fidgeting back and forth.

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

The city slept a dreamless sleep, save
for one single dream...

Boxer sits up in bed, breathing heavily.

INT. BOXER'S BEACH HOUSE -- FAMILY ROOM

Boxer has drawn a picture of a RED UMBRELLA on a notepad. He

stares at the television. A GUNS4U broadcast plays.

Two GUNS4U CO-HOSTS... husband and wife LUKE LARSON (40s) and
LANA LARSON (40s) stand on a HOME SHOPPING NETWORK stage.
Lana holds an AK-47.

LANA
This is an AK-47 with a semi-automatic
clip. Very effective for home defense.

LUKE
If you order online via US-Ident. We can
now perform an instantaneous background
check and have your weapon delivered
within the hour.

Boxer turns to the LAPTOP on the table in front of him and

places his thumb on the US-IDENT LOGIN PAD.

BOXER
GUNS4U.COM

The website for www.guns4u.com comes up.

 BOXER
HANDGUNS.

Just then... Vaughn and Vincenzo come through the door with a
LARGE DUFFEL BAG filled with money.

EXT. SUNSET STRIP -- EARLY MORNING

The CAMERA approaches the SUNSET STRIP... slowly creeping to

life on a Saturday morning.

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

Meanwhile... at Hustler Hollywood on
Sunset boulevard, adult film stars Krysta
Now and Tera Cox were just starting their
day.

INT. HUSTLER HOLLYWOOD -- NEXT

Krysta and Tera are having coffee. The store is bustling with
activity. They sit at a table within the CYBER-CAFE section
of the store. A LAPTOP is sitting in between them.

An MALE SHOPPER named PAUL FISCHMAN (40s) approaches them. He

looks down at a DVD in his hand. Krysta and Tera are posing
together. The title: COCKCHUGGERS 2: COCKCHUGGIN'

FISCHMAN
Wow. Tera Cox and Krysta Now having
coffee together. I must be dreaming.

He gives them a creepy smile. They smile back politely.

FISCHMAN (CONT'D)
Did you pick your last name... Cox...
because... it makes us... like...
subconsciously think about you chugging
cock every time we hear your name?

Tera thinks for a moment.

TERA
I never thought about it that way before.

FISCHMAN
Maybe... it was your destiny... to chug
cock.

Tera smiles politely. The Shopper nods his head politely, and
then meanders away. Krysta rolls her eyes.

KRYSTA
So I get a call from Cyndi this morning.
It worked. Boxer is gonna pay.

TERA
Oh my God. How much?

She raises one finger.

 TERA (CONT'D)
A million dollars. Oh my God! And you get
a third?

Krysta nods her head.

TERA
Aren't you worried about getting black
balled from mainstream now?

KRYSTA
This is my big break. I want everyone to
know that I fucked him. Cyndi doesn't
know this, but I'm gonna steal a copy of
the DVD from her place and go straight to
the press with it anyway.
(turning to the laptop)
Have you ever heard of wow.com?

TERA
No.

KRYSTA
It's a new gossip site. It's like the
Drudge Report... but with a fresh new
attitude.

TERA
Wow.

KRYSTA
It's run by this guy Sebastian Travis. I
hear he's desperate to break a sex
scandal.

Krysta types in the website: www.wow.com

TERA
No way.

KRYSTA
Yep. This is it. My fifteen minute test
in the mainstream. I figure I'll get a
free ride for two months. All the talk
shows... maybe even Playboy.
(beat)
And I'm not gonna fuck it up like Divine
Brown, or that bitch who fucked Frank
Gifford. They had their shot and they
blew it. I'm gonna make this last. Fuck
fifteen minutes. I'm talking fifteen
years. Once you get the spotlight, you
have to learn to run with it.

TERA
You see, that's the difference between
us and them. We're educated.

They toast one another.

EXT. CYNDI PINZIKI'S HOUSE -- VENICE BEACH -- MORNING

Cyndi Pinziki walks out of her house with TWO LARGE TRASH
BAGS. She opens her gate... crosses the alley and approaches
the DUMPSTERS adjacent to ZORA'S LOFT. She sets the TRASH
BAGS down on the cement and begins to open the dumpster
when...

ZORA
Stay the fuck out of my dumpsters,
Pinziki!

Cyndi looks up at the LOFT FIRE ESCAPE to see the Zora

standing there... sipping an Acid Fuel.

CYNDI
Well... if it isn't the high priestess of
Venice Beach. Shouldn't you be working
out?

ZORA
Those are my dumpsters... and they're off
limits! You know the rules!

CYNDI
Come on, Zora! My cans are full! You've
got a whole dumpster to yourself! Where's
your sense of community?

ZORA
If you put your trash in that dumpster
you're gonna find it spread all over your
lawn, Pinziki!

CYNDI
Go fuck yourself!

INT. KRYSTA'S LAMBORGHINI -- NEXT

Krysta pulls up in the ALLEY next to Zora's loft in her

SILVER 2008 HUSTLER LAMBORGHINI. She looks through the
windshield and sees Zora and Cyndi screaming at one another.

KRYSTA
What the hell?

She rolls down her window to listen.

ZORA
Eat a dick, Pinziki!

Cyndi shakes her head and then retreats back to her house.

EXT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

Krysta gets out of her Lamborghini and walks to Zora's gate,

pressing the BUZZER.

INT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

Zora hears the buzzer. She turns to Bookman... drinking

coffee in the kitchen area.
CLOSE-UP: The ANSWERING MACHINE LIGHT is still blinking.

ZORA
That's my nine o'clock client.

BOOKMAN
How long are you going to be gone?

ZORA
Two hours max.

BOOKMAN
Alright. I'm gonna go pick up some
equipment. Be back here by noon. Then we
make the call to Santaros' people. We
settle this tonight.

ZORA
Fine.

BOOKMAN
Do you have a safe?

ZORA
A safe?

BOOKMAN
For the DVD. I've got IA on my ass and I
can't risk having this on me.

He points to the SHOOTING DVD... sitting on the kitchen

counter.

ZORA
Yeah, over on the wall. It's open.

Bookman walks over to the wall of the loft where there is a

SAFE mounted. He opens the door and puts the DVD inside,
closing the door.

EXT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

Zora comes out front to the gate of her loft. Krysta is

waiting.

ZORA
Hey sweetie!

They kiss politely. Zora seems smitten with her.

ZORA (CONT'D)
You ready to blast some abs?

KRYSTA
Hell yeah!

They jog off down the street toward GOLD'S GYM.

INT. LAPD HEADQUARTERS -- NEXT

Robinson, Fitzpatrick and McBride are sitting around a table
with coffee and donuts. Walker comes into the room.

WALKER
We just got an anonymous tip about a
bunch of disgruntled ex-postal workers
who got a hold of some anthrax. They
might be connected to Zora Charmichaels.

MCBRIDE
Do we want to risk bringing in the
bodybuilder for questioning?

Everyone looks to Robinson.

ROBINSON
Not yet. Let's let Bookman and the
bodybuilder continue their little
rendezvous. They may solve this mystery
for us. They may lead us to the anthrax.

INT. LAPD HOLDING ROOM -- NEXT

Larry Weisberg is asleep on a bench. Robinson approaches him,

jostling him awake.

ROBINSON
Larry?
(pointing across the room)
Your parents are here to take you home.

The CAMERA pans to JOEL and MIRANDA WEISBERG (mid 40s).

INT. HUMMER -- NEXT

Miranda is driving her son's HUMMER. Larry rides shotgun.

MIRANDA
Your father and I have talked about this.
It's time to make some changes.
(angry beat)
We're going to sell this ridiculous SUV.
From now on... you are cut off. I've had
enough of you sitting around the house,
wasting your goddamn life. It's time to
finish school or prepare for war, Larry.

Larry says nothing. He shows no emotion. He looks through the

windshield with a catatonic expression... thinking of what
will happen next.

INT. GOLD'S GYM -- NEXT

Krysta takes a sip from her water as she and Zora begin to
walk to the exit.

KRYSTA
Whew. How much do I owe you, Zora?

ZORA
Two hundred.
Krysta thinks for a moment.

KRYSTA
Remember last time, when I... paid you
back at your loft?

ZORA
(smiling)
Oh yeah.

EXT. SANTA MONICA PIER -- PARKING LOT -- NEXT

Terrence Clark, Cult Priestess and the other members of the

CHURCH GROUP walk toward the Greyhound bus.

PRIESTESS
I used to play in a band. We were called
the Gonad Ballerinas.

TERRENCE CLARK
Neat.

Terrence is now wearing one of their shirts. Parked across

the way is Cyndi Pinziki's vintage EL CAMINO.

INT. CYNDI PINZIKI'S EL CAMINO -- NEXT

Cyndi and Jerri sit inside the car.

CYNDI
Alright. Here we go. I'll go into the
restaurant. You stay on the pier.

JERRI
(nervous)
Okay.

Cyndi pulls out two STUN GUNS from her oversize purse.

CYNDI
Stun guns. Just in case. If you see that
fucker Vincenzo... beware. He'll be
packing heat, and he might just try and
take us down after the exchange.

INT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

Krysta and Zora walk into the loft.

KRYSTA
Do you have any pot?

ZORA
Sure.

Zora walks over to the SAFE and begins to turn the

combination lock. She opens the door and removes a small BAG
OF WEED. She hands it to Krysta, and then heads toward the
bathroom.
 ZORA (CONT'D)
I'm gonna shower. I'll be right back.

EXT. SANTA MONICA PIER -- MARIASOL DECK -- JUST BEFORE NOON

At the end of the pier... PAUL PILOT is sitting in CROWS NEST

with a MACHINE GUN mounted on the roof deck of the MARIASOL
RESTAURANT. He looks through the SCOPE MOUNT on the side of
the massive gun... searching through the crowd.

THROUGH THE CROSS-HAIRS: He searches through pedestrians on

the pier... arriving at Vaughn, Boxer and Vincenzo walking
east. Vaughn has the GIGANTIC DUFFEL BAG over his shoulder.

PAUL
Holy shit. Boxer Santaros.

EXT. SANTA MONICA PIER -- NEXT

Vaughn struggles with the bag.

VAUGHN
Jesus Christ. I'm gonna have to go to the
chiropractor after this. Do you have the
video camera? I need to verify this DVD.

VINCENZO
Yeah.

He hands Vaughn the CAMCORDER as they approach the entrance

to SURF VIEW CAFE on the south side of the pier.

VAUGHN
Alright, you two wait here. We have no
idea what they look like, so just keep
your eyes peeled for anyone who looks
like a cop. If there's a problem, I'll
wave.

Vaughn nods and heads into the restaurant. Boxer puts on his
sunglasses and stares off at the HUGE CROWD assembled on the
beach for the 4th of July... searching for the red umbrella.

INT. SURF VIEW CAFE -- MOMENTS LATER

Vaughn sits at a table in the center of the restaurant with a

Bloody Mary.

EXT. SANTA MONICA PIER -- NEXT

Jerri and Cyndi walk down the pier toward the restaurant.
They approach Vincenzo on the right.

CYNDI
There he is... Vincenzo. Now remember...
he's probably expecting some thug, and
we're just a couple of suicide girls. Go
stand next to him and have a fake cell
phone conversation. If he starts after
me, zap his ass.
 JERRI
Got it.

CYNDI
This is it, sister. The moment of truth.

They HIGH FIVE and then split apart as Cyndi heads toward the
restaurant.

INT. SURF VIEW CAFE -- NEXT

Cyndi blades through the restaurant and sits down across from
Vaughn.

VAUGHN
You've got to be kidding me.

CYNDI
You were expecting someone else?

Vaughn sighs loudly.

VAUGHN
Before we begin...

CYNDI
Cut the shit, Vaughn. Here's the DVD.

She places it on the table. She then reaches down and grabs
the STRAP of the DUFFEL BAG... when Vaughn grabs her by the
arm.

VAUGHN
Not so fast.

He puts the camera on the table.

VAUGHN (CONT'D)
I have to verify the DVD.

CYNDI
Go ahead. Enjoy yourself.

He opens the DVD CASE and puts it in the camera.

VAUGHN
I can be assured that this is the only
copy?

CYNDI
I don't work in distribution. You can be
assured of that.

VAUGHN
Is it...

CYNDI
Yes, it's the only copy.

EXT. SANTA MONICA PIER -- NEXT

Vincenzo looks toward the restaurant... noticing Cyndi.

VINCENZO
Jesus... who is this bitch?

Several feet away... Jerri is faking a cell phone

conversation.

JERRI
Uh huh... yeah.

She glances over at Vincenzo nervously.

ACROSS THE PIER... oblivious to them all... Boxer stares off

at the vast expanse of beach...

BOXER
Find... the red umbrella.

He sees a WOMAN... walking with a RED UMBRELLA.

INT. SURF VIEW CAFE -- NEXT

Vaughn begins to put the DVD into the camera.

VAUGHN
People like you make me sick. As far as
I'm concerned lady... you can eat shit
and die.
(beat)
Check that. I hope you live a long, long
life with that shitty shit taste in your
mouth... rotting in some women's prison
in Bakersfield. Then die.

Vaughn hits PLAY on the camera. The DVD EJECTS. He closes

it... and hits PLAY again. The DVD EJECTS.

VAUGHN (CONT'D)
What the hell is this?

CYNDI
I don't know, maybe your camera is a
piece of shit... shithead.

Vaughn continues to try and play the DVD, but it won't work.

VAUGHN
This is an HD-DVD.

CYNDI
Yeah? You got a problem with that?

VAUGHN
This is a regular DVD camera. These two
formats aren't compatible.

CYNDI
Well maybe because I shot this fucking
DVD with my Mini HD camera, and not that
camera, douche bag!
Vaughn comes to a realization. He grabs her VIOLENTLY by the
arm.

VAUGHN
You shot this? Who the hell are you?

Cyndi's eyes widen with fear.

CYNDI
None of your goddamn business.

She then sticks him in the BALLS with the STUN GUN and PULLS
THE TRIGGER. Vaughn's entire body JOLTS for a moment. He
FREEZES in his chair... completely IMMOBILE.

Cyndi grabs the DUFFEL BAG and moves toward the exit.

EXT. SANTA MONICA PIER -- NEXT

Vincenzo sees her leaving, and steps forward.

VINCENZO
Okay.

He sees Cyndi calmly walk by. He looks inside the

restaurant... and sees Vaughn sitting there at the table...
immobile. HE FALLS OVER ONTO THE FLOOR.

VINCENZO (CONT'D)
SHIT!

HE SPRINTS TOWARD THE RESTAURANT.

INT. SURF VIEW CAFE -- NEXT

Vincenzo rushes into the restaurant. Vaughn is laying on the

floor, HOLDING HIS BALLS. People are crowded around him.

VINCENZO
GET BACK!

He pushes people out of the way.

VINCENZO (CONT'D)
What happened?

VAUGHN
GET HER. SHE'S A FRAUD. GET THE MONEY.

Vincenzo sprints out of the restaurant.

EXT. SANTA MONICA PIER -- NEXT

Jerri sees Vincenzo sprinting toward her. She pulls her STUN
GUN from her pocket.

JERRI
Come on, Jer. You can do this.

As Vincenzo comes running past her she steps forward and

TRIPS HIM. HE GOES TUMBLING TO THE GROUND. Jerri lowers the
STUN GUN with decisive force.

JERRI (CONT'D)
EAT SHIT YOU FUCKER!!!

She PULLS THE TRIGGER... and his body convulses with

electricity. Jerri then runs off toward the base of the pier.

NEAR THE BASE OF THE PIER... Cyndi sprints as fast as she can
toward the El Camino, parked in the huge PARKING LOT. Jerri
is behind her... fast approaching.

Vincenzo staggers to his feet... pushing through a crowd of

onlookers... and begins to sprint toward the base of the
pier.

EXT. SANTA MONICA PIER -- PARKING LOT -- NEXT

Cyndi and Jerri rush toward the El Camino.

CYNDI
Come on! We're almost there!

Cyndi whips open the driver's side door and throws the duffel
bag into the small rear compartment. Jerri jumps into the
passenger seat.

JERRI
Let's do it!

INT. CYNDI'S EL CAMINO -- NEXT

Cyndi starts the engine, and backs out of the parking space.

She puts the car into drive and FLOORS IT down the aisle
between rows of cars. Through the windshield... we see
Vincenzo emerge from a row of cars.

Before Vincenzo can get out of the way, the El Camino smashes
into him... and he CARTWHEELS over the windshield... landing
on the bed of the El Camino.

Jerri looks back through the window.

JERRI
He's not dead! Hit it!

Cyndi floors it once again... and Vincenzo rolls out the back
of the El Camino... landing on the PAVEMENT.

The El Camino races off toward the exit to the parking lot
leading to PCH and the exit into Santa Monica.

CYNDI
Motherfucker! What a rush!

JERRI
Now what?!

CYNDI
 Now we go to my cousin Chuckie's place
downtown. We hide out there until things
settle down.

Cyndi takes a deep breath... and then her facade of steel

confidence falls apart as she breaks into tears. Jerri takes
her hand.

JERRI
Don't worry, Cyndi. I'm scared too.

Cyndi nods her head... trying to hold it together... grateful

for Jerri's friendship.

EXT. SANTA MONICA BEACH -- NEXT

Boxer walks across the sand... approaching the woman with the
red umbrella. She turns to him. It is STARLA VON LUFT.

BOXER
Are you Dr. Muriel Fox?

Starla takes a drag from her cigarette... her hand trembling.

STARLA
I am. Are you Jericho Cane?

BOXER
Yes.
(beat)
Can you tell me what causes the global
deceleration.

Starla tries to compose herself.

STARLA
The salt water engine is a smokescreen.
It doesn't exist. It is a Doomsday
Machine. Buried beneath the ocean.

Boxer gasps.

BOXER
I knew it!
(beat)
Tell me how the Doomsday Machine works.

STARLA
It's an experimental device... built by
the Trier Corporation. A linear
accelerator placed on the ocean floor on
a reef off Catalina Island. They've
harnessed a new power from the tides.

Boxer withdraws "THE POWER" screenplay from his back pocket

and begins to quote Dr. Muriel Fox's dialogue.

BOXER
(intense whisper)
Imagine that the earth is a record
player. The ocean is the vinyl record
 that sits on top of it... recording all
existence within the atmosphere of the
planet.

Boxer glances over at the AIRCRAFT CARRIERS in the ocean.

SAILBOATS and SPEED BOATS pass before it in the summer fun.

BOXER
The record player has skipped. The
Machine has corrupted the ocean. The
governing consciousness of all life. The
sentient being from which all life
emerged.
(beat)
We are entering a domain of chaos and
anarchy. God is dying.

Starla is on the verge of tears.

STARLA
You are a beautiful man.

EXT. SANTA MONICA PIER -- MARIASOL ROOF DECK -- NEXT

Paul searches the crowd on the beach... finding Boxer through

the cross-hairs of the scope.

EXT. SANTA MONICA BEACH -- NEXT

Boxer and Starla continue their conversation.

STARLA
The information that I have uncovered
could get me killed. But it was a risk I
was willing to take. The fate of the
earth depends on you, Jericho.
(beat)
Dr. Neuberger and the Baron carry with
them a briefcase at all times. In this
briefcase is the pass code that can turn
the Doomsday Machine off. Without this
pass code... it cannot be shut down.

Starla looks around... realizing the inevitable.

STARLA
If you should succeed... remember me...
my love. Remember my name.

BOXER
I will. How can I repay you?

A tear rolls down her cheek.

STARLA
I... I want to suck your dick.

Boxer glances around...

BOXER
Uhhh... what?
Starla removes a GUN and puts it to her head.

STARLA
IF YOU DON'T LET ME SUCK YOUR DICK... I'M
GONNA KILL MYSELF!!!

EXT. SANTA MONICA PIER -- MARIASOL ROOF DECK -- NEXT

Paul sees this through the crosshairs.

PAUL
SHIT. LADY... WHAT THE FUCK!

EXT. SANTA MONICA BEACH -- NEXT

Starla is hysterical.

STARLA
I don't want to live in a world where I
can't have you!

Boxer puts his hands out defensively.

BOXER
ALRIGHT! CALM DOWN!
(beat)
You wanna get a hotel room or something?

She pulls the gun from her head... gesturing with her hand
toward Boxer's pants.

STARLA
TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS. RIGHT NOW!

A BULLET TEARS THROUGH HER CHEST. SHE FALLS TO THE GROUND...

HER HAND WIPING CHEETO SCHMEG ACROSS BOXER'S CHEST.

People around them don't even notice. Boxer falls to his

knees... trying to help her. She is already dead.

Boxer panics... and then runs off toward the parking lot.

EXT. SANTA MONICA PIER -- MARIASOL ROOF DECK -- NEXT

Paul sits there in his crow's nest... overcome with shock.

PAUL
SHIT! HOLY SHIT LADY!

He bursts into tears.

INT. BOXER'S BEACH HOUSE -- FAMILY ROOM -- LATER ON

Vaughn and Vincenzo sit in front of the television with their

JAWS AGAPE. Vincenzo holds an ICE PACK to his HEAD. Vaughn
holds an ICE PACK to his BALLS.

The DVD unfolds before them. On the television screen...

Boxer makes out with Krysta Now.
 VINCENZO
I don't understand. What is this?

Vaughn does not immediately respond.

VAUGHN (CONT'D)
We just gave three million dollars to
some white trash paparazzi bitch.
(beat)
I'm going to kill myself.

VINCENZO
Nobody rocks the cock like Krysta Now.

Boxer comes through the door... sweating profusely.

BOXER
A governing consciousness has been
awakened. There isn't much time.

VAUGHN
Whaah?

INT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

Krysta is drinking an Acid Fuel. From the bathroom, the

shower turns on. Zora has just stepped in.

She walks over to the safe and grabs the vial of coke and
takes a hit. She then notices inside the safe a DVD. Written
on the label is BOXER SANTAROS.

KRYSTA
Oh my God. Cyndi... you fucking bitch.
You gave my DVD to Zora?

Krysta grabs the SHOOTING DVD and puts it in her purse.

EXT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

Krysta walks outside the loft gate to her Lamborghini and

gets behind the wheel. She starts the engine and drives off
just as Bookman pulls up in a CHEVY YUKON. He is now wearing
civilian clothes.

INT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

Bookman enters the loft carrying a LARGE DUFFEL BAG, just as

Zora comes out of the shower. Bookman immediately notices the
safe.

BOOKMAN
Why is the safe open, Zora?

ZORA
Relax... it's fine.

Bookman walks over to the safe and sees that the DVD is
missing.

BOOKMAN
 No it's not. The DVD is fucking gone.

INT. RASHAD AVRAHAM'S HOUSE -- VENICE -- NEXT

Rashad Avraham sits on the couch in his sleazy Venice

apartment with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand.

He is SOBBING... touching her picture gently. On his

television... we see that he is watching one of her self
financed MUSIC VIDEOS.

EXT. RASHAD AVRAHAM'S HOUSE -- NEXT

The ICE CREAM TRUCK is parked on the curb in Venice.

INT. ICE CREAM TRUCK -- NEXT

David Clark is still HOG-TIED on the floor of the truck. He

flails about on the floor listlessly, trying to free himself.

EXT. VENICE LOFT APARTMENT -- NEXT

The Yukon peels out from in front of the loft, Bookman behind
the wheel, Zora riding shotgun.

INT. BOOKMAN'S YUKON -- NEXT

Bookman has his police radio to his mouth.

BOOKMAN
Five-foot four... one-hundred and five
pounds. Suspect's name is Krysta
Kapowski. Consider her armed and
dangerous.

He puts the radio down.

BOOKMAN (CONT'D)
It's everywhere. They'll get her.

ZORA
It's Boxer. He got to her. She's bringing
the DVD back to him.

BOOKMAN
YOU HAD TO FUCK HER DIDN'T YOU, ZORA!

ZORA
SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!
(hysterical Kinison rage)
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

INT. FORD EXPLORER -- NEXT

Inside a FORD EXPLORER are Robinson, Fox and Carter. They are
following Bookman's Yukon.

ROBINSON
Don't get too close, they'll see us.

EXT. VISTA DEL MAR -- NEXT

Krysta crests the hill onto PCH just south of Vista Del
Mar... the OCEAN off to her right. Her cell phone begins to
ring.

KRYSTA
Hello?

VINCENZO (PHONE)
You're fucking dead, bitch. We've got
your DVD. We know how to find you. You'll
never see a dollar of his money.
(beat)
Don't fuck with Boxer Santaros.

Click. Krysta's face is paralyzed with fear. She immediately

has her cell phone to her ear again.

KRYSTA
Hi. I'm looking for Sebastian Travis.

The DVD sits in the passenger seat.

EXT. THE POOP DECK -- NEXT

The CAMERA tracks through THE POOP DECK in Hermosa Beach.

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

With Krysta Now in rigorous pursuit,
internet muckraker Sebastian Travis was
unaware of the story soon to arrive at
his doorstep.

We approach SEBASTIAN TRAVIS (32), holding fort in the back

of the bar patio.

SEBASTIAN
The internet is the most pure example of
the human race expressing itself the way
the first amendment has always
intended... and let me tell you folks...
it ain't all gonna be pretty.
(beat)
The internet is the future.

INT. BOOKMAN'S YUKON -- NEXT

Zora continues to scream out. Her face is purple. It looks

like it is about to explode.

BOOKMAN
(to himself)
Come on, somebody nab this girl.

EXT. HERMOSA AVENUE -- NEXT

A HERMOSA BEACH POLICE CRUISER drives north on Hermosa

Avenue, just a block from the beach.

INT. HERMOSA BEACH POLICE CRUISER -- NEXT

The OFFICER inside the cruiser glances across the street and
sees Krysta's Lamborghini. He grabs his radio.

EXT. HERMOSA BEACH -- ALLEY -- NEXT

We follow Krysta as she walks with the DVD through the alley
adjacent to the POOP DECK.

EXT. HERMOSA AVENUE -- ALLEY -- NEXT

Bookman's Chevy Yukon pulls up next to Krysta's Lamborghini.

He and Zora rush from the Yukon to the sports car.

BOOKMAN
She went to the boardwalk.

EXT. THE POOP DECK -- NEXT

Krysta moves toward the entrance to The Poop Deck.

INT. THE POOP DECK -- NEXT

Krysta moves through the crowded bar... filled with drunken

people. She then turns around LOCKS EYES with ZORA as she and
BOOKMAN step into the bar.

KRYSTA
Oh... shit.

Krysta shoves her way through the crowded bar. Bookman and
Zora follow close behind. Krysta runs into a LARGE GROUP OF
GUYS.

KRYSTA
Help me! Those people are trying to kill
me!

Bookman is the first to push through the crowd and one of the
guys CLOCKS HIM IN THE FACE. Another one KICKS HIM IN THE
STOMACH.

As Krysta escapes into the PATIO, Zora starts BEATING PEOPLE

WITH HER BATON. A MASSIVE BRAWL erupts as BOOKMAN PULLS HIS
GUN. People clear away in seconds upon seeing the gun.

BOOKMAN
(holding out his badge)
GET THE FUCK BACK! I'M A POLICE OFFICER.

Krysta reaches the back of the patio and then shoves the DVD
into Sebastian's grip.

KRYSTA
Take this! Show it to the world!

EXT. HERMOSA BEACH PARKING STRUCTURE -- NEXT

An ARMY SOLDIER is perched at the top of a PARKING STRUCTURE

adjacent to The Poop Deck. He watches the BRAWL in the sights
of his headgear.
BOOKMAN is pointing the gun at everyone... looking psychotic.

INT. FORD EXPLORER -- NEXT

Robinson, Fitzpatrick, Walker and McBride are maneuvering

their way through the 4th of July crowd with FUTURISTIC
HEADGEAR... searching for Zora.

McBride notices the commotion coming from The Poop Deck from
a back alley.

MCBRIDE
The Poop Deck!

Krysta comes smashing through the back entrance and sprints

past McBride.

INT. THE POOP DECK -- NEXT

Bookman has his gun pointed at everyone... when a BULLET

TEARS THROUGH HIS CHEST.

PEOPLE SCREAM OUT... SMASHING THEIR WAY OUT OF THE EXIT TO

THE POOP DECK... SMASHING DOWN THE BACK WALL INTO THE ALLEY.

ZORA GRABS BOOKMAN'S GUN.

Robinson and her team push their way through the crowd...
locating Zora.

ROBINSON
FREEZE! DROP YOUR WEAPON!

Zora notices Sebastian Travis... cowering against the wall.

She points the gun at him.

ZORA
GIVE ME THAT FUCKING DVD!!!

A SNIPER BULLET TEARS THROUGH ZORA'S CHEST.

Zora stands there for a moment... BLOOD SPEWING FROM HER

MOUTH. She then turns around slowly... facing Sebastian.

ZORA (CONT'D)
You... pussy.

At long last... Zora falls to the ground... dead.

The CAMERA slowly approaches Zora Charmichaels' body.

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

Just moments before her death, Zora
Charmichaels thought of her longtime
idol, Sam Kinison. She dreamt of finally
meeting him in the afterlife... where he
would ask her to become his personal
trainer for all eternity.

EXT. WESTFIELD SHOPPINGTOWN -- DOWNTOWN -- NEXT

Outside of the WESTFIELD SHOPPINGTOWN in downtown Los
Angeles, Terrence Clark exits from the tour bust with the
Priestess.

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

Meanwhile, the only surviving member of
the Lighthouse Gang had found his place
in the world.

The are holding hands... moving toward the shopping mall with
the other church members.

EXT. TRIER PLAZA -- SUNSET

Magic hour sun refracts through the glass of the TOWERS of

TRIER PLAZA.

INT. VAUGHN, WEINSTEIN & ASSOCIATES -- NEXT

Boxer stares out at the SUNSET over downtown... drinking a

scotch. He is freshly showered... wearing a TUXEDO.

Vaughn sits on the couch with his own drink. He is also

wearing a tuxedo. Vincenzo is on the phone, writing on his
pad.

VINCENZO
Alright. Thanks, buddy.

He hangs up the phone. Vaughn paces around the room in

anticipation.

VINCENZO (CONT'D)
Bookman has been arrested.

VAUGHN
Christ.

VINCENZO
A reporter for Daily Variety named Ash
Wallace was found chopped up in a Venice
Beach dumpster owned by a woman named
Zora Charmichaels.

BOXER
Ash Wallace. He interviewed me yesterday
morning about my screenplay.
(beat)
They're all connected. Something is
happening here that is beyond our
control.

On the TELEVISION... the news covers the HORROR at the

Hermosa Beach Promenade.

Vincenzo continues to read from his note pad.

VINCENZO
Officer Bookman was killed before
Internal Affairs could get any
information out of him.
 VAUGHN
This is a good thing.

VINCENZO
This is definitely a good thing. Everyone
who witnessed the murder, save for you
Boxer, is dead. There's been no mention
of any DVD.

VAUGHN
This is all good news.

BOXER
People are dead. Innocent people.
(another sip)
How is any of this good news?

Vaughn and Vincenzo sit silently, waiting for Boxer to say

something else. Vaughn stands up and walks over to where
Boxer is standing.

VAUGHN
The fireworks start at sunset.

Boxer turns to the window... looking out at the sunset. He

then reaches into his tuxedo jacket and we see that he is
carrying a PISTOL.

EXT. TRIER PLAZA -- NIGHT

The camera descends into TRIER PLAZA. A GIGANTIC LUXURY

ZEPPELIN is docked at the base of the towers. The JENNY VON
WESTPHALEN is huge... lit up SPECTACULARLY with gigantic
spotlights.

The OUTER HULL of the ship is shaped like a partially

deflated FOOTBALL. The shell is transparent... the
illuminated interior of the envelope reveals the struts, gas
cells and catwalks. All this powered by huge, twin gas
turbine engines set behind the flight deck to provide large
megawatts of electricity.

The TRIER LOGO is embossed on the side of the shell with

advertisements running along video displays. The LOWER HULL
is THREE STORIES TALL and almost as long as a FOOTBALL FIELD.

On the OUTER DOCK there is a MISSION CONTROL building and an

elaborate PROMENADE with a STAGE and a RED CARPET that leads
through an elaborate SECURITY BRIDGE that docks into the rear
entrance to the zeppelin.

There are LIMOUSINES everywhere. Several thousand people.

EXT. TRIER PLAZA -- ZEPPELIN ENTRANCE DECK -- NEXT

Boxer, Vaughn and Vincenzo walk through the crowd waiting to

board the zeppelin. A LARGE STAGE has been erected north of
the zeppelin with SPOTLIGHTS shining into the air.

A group of DANCERS wearing 18th CENTURY GOWNS and TRANSPARENT

MASKS rise from the floor among a torrent of ROSE PETALS
blowing through the crowd.

Boxer chews his nails anxiously as his eyes search the crowd.

Standing on the crowded entrance deck... waiting to go

through security... are Krysta and Tera... all dressed up for
the big night. Krysta looks at the bruise on her jaw in her
compact mirror, putting on make-up.

TERA
Oh my God... he's here.

Tera points down the line and we see Boxer and Vaughn.
Vincenzo is with them.

TERA (CONT'D)
What are you gonna do?

Krysta grabs Tera by the hand and pulls her to the head of
the line. Krysta sees that they are ushering people through
METAL DETECTORS. People are placing their THUMB on a US-IDENT
SECURITY PAD as they walk through.

KRYSTA
Shit. Metal detectors.

Krysta looks around frantically... trying to find another way

in.

TERA
What's wrong?

KRYSTA
I'm packing heat. For protection.

Tera covers her mouth. She glances around the crowd. Standing
at the velvet rope is a SECURITY GUARD. We recognize him as
the SHOPPER from Hustler Hollywood, PAUL FISCHMAN.

TERA
I've got an idea.

Tera and Krysta approach Fischman and begin to chat him up.
His face lights up when he sees them.

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

Krysta and Tera convinced the security
guard to let them into the cargo entrance
to the zeppelin.
(mischievous beat)
For a small fee of course.

We see an aroused Fischman whispering in Krysta's ear.

Across the way... Boxer is approaching the METAL DETECTOR. As

he walks through... a RED ALARM LIGHT go off. Boxer raises
his wrists up to the SECURITY GUARD.

BOXER
Metal cuff-links.
The security guard nods his head politely.

SECURITY GUARD
Not a problem Mr. Santaros. Step right
through.

INT. BEVERLY HILLS HOUSE PARTY -- BATHROOM -- NEXT

At a PARTY in Beverly Hills... Larry Weisberg stands in front

of the mirror with his GUN to his HEAD. Sitting on the
counter in front of him is a DRAFT NOTICE. He has been
drafted into the army.

HE PULLS THE TRIGGER. Nothing happens. Larry lets the gun

fall to his side. His eyes are bloodshot.

LARRY
I am the Black Knight of Beverly Hills,
and I will unleash my wrath upon this
world.
(beat)
I will build a Tower of Fire. And you
will rejoice.

He opens the drawer, and pulls out a LARGE BAG OF MUSHROOMS.

He takes a HANDFUL and eats them.

EXT. BEVERLY HILLS HOUSE -- FRONT YARD -- NEXT

Larry moves through the yard toward his Hummer. College kids
are letting off BOTTLE ROCKETS into the street.

INT. BEACH HOUSE -- HOTEL SUITE -- NIGHT

Sebastian Travis and several of his FRIENDS sit in a suite at

the BEACH HOUSE HOTEL. They are drunk and stoned from the
party... watching news coverage of the HERMOSA BEACH HORROR.

Sebastian opens up the envelope and removes the DVD, looking

at the label. It reads: BOXER SANTAROS

SEBASTIAN
What have we here?

INT. JENNY VON WESTPHALEN -- MISSION CONTROL -- NIGHT

A GROUP of TRIER TECHNICIANS sit at mission control...

monitoring preparations for launch.

INT. JENNY VON WESTPHALEN -- NEXT

The CAMERA moves through the OVAL-SHAPED LOWER-LEVEL

RESTAURANT HULL of the zeppelin. There are WINDOWS on three
sides of the hull with RECESSED COUCHES providing a view of
the city. There is a dance floor beyond the bar.

Boxer stands with Vaughn and Vincenzo at the bar with a glass
of CHAMPAGNE.

The interior of the zeppelin is very modern and luxurious...

with HD-TV MONITORS mounted everywhere... a FULL BAR... and a
VIOLIN PLAYER travelling through the elite crowd.

An ICE SCULPTURE sits in the center of a table filled with

hor's derves. It is a BUST of KARL MARX. Boxer glances across
the crowd and locks eyes with Krysta. He grabs Vincenzo by
the arm.

BOXER
She's here.

VINCENZO
I'll take care of it.

Vincenzo moves through the crowd toward Krysta. Vaughn looks

at Boxer with a worrisome expression.

VAUGHN
What's wrong? You look like death warmed
over.

Boxer looks up into the expanse of FUEL CELLS that hover

above them in the hull of the dirigible.

BOXER
There's someone I have to find.

He moves through the room... searching for Westphalen.

INT. BEACH HOUSE -- HOTEL SUITE -- NIGHT

Sebastian and his friends are glued to their television. On

the TV SCREEN... BOOKMAN raises his gun and shoots DION
ELEMENT in the chest.

SEBASTIAN
Oh... my... God.

Bookman shoots Angela. The entire room is quiet. Someone

takes a BONG RIP.

INT. HUMMER -- NEXT

Larry Weisberg drives down the 10 FREEWAY toward downtown.

Rap music blasts.

EXT. DOWNTOWN CRACK HOUSE -- NEXT

Rashad stumbles out of a CRACK HOUSE, approaching the ICE

CREAM TRUCK.

RASHAD
My Angie... my poor Angie...

INT. ICE CREAM TRUCK -- NEXT

Rashad starts the engine. IN THE BACK... David Clark raises

his head from the floor. He is desperately trying to twist
his wrists free from the duct tape.

INT. JENNY VON WESTPHALEN -- NEXT

Vaughn follows Boxer through the lounge. Both are sipping
champagne.

VAUGHN
What are you talking about?

BOXER
I have to shut it down.

VAUGHN
What?

Boxer approaches the ice sculpture of Karl Marx. He seems

possessed by something.

BOXER
The Doomsday Machine.

He searches the crowd... locking eyes with BARON VON

WESTPHALEN across the dance floor. He hands a BRIEFCASE to
Inga Neuberger.

The VIOLIN SECTION begins to play. Krysta Now and Tera Cox
emerge from the crowd.

EXT. DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES -- NEXT

The Hummer exits off the 10 FREEWAY heading into downtown.

An ICE CREAM TRUCK turns a corner... several blocks away.

INT. BEACH HOUSE -- HOTEL SUITE -- NIGHT

Sebastian sits in front of his LAPTOP. The article is

finished. The DVD is digitized. The headline reads:

CAUGHT ON CAMERA: BOXER SANTAROS IMPLICATED IN L.A.P.D.

DOUBLE RACE MURDER

Sebastian takes a deep breath... and presses POST. Seconds

later... the HEADLINE and subsequent ARTICLE and VIDEO LINK
appear on the WOW website.

INT. CNN NEWS -- NEXT

A CNN NEWS CLERK is surfing the web at her CUBICLE in the

vast NEWS ROOM... sipping coffee. She clicks on a link to
www.wow.com

Seconds later... her coffee drops to the floor. SHE THEN

SNAPS UP THE PHONE AND FRANTICALLY DIALS A NUMBER.

NEWS CLERK
Come on... come on...

INT. JENNY VON WESTPHALEN -- NEXT

Boxer grabs Krysta and moves onto the dance floor... using
her as a diversion to get closer to the Baron.
ON THE MONITORS: A news broadcast of BOXER'S FOOTAGE in the
police cruiser is playing.

EXT. TRIER PLAZA -- NEXT

The ZEPPELIN is now rising from its dock... cresting the edge
of the 110 freeway. The FIREWORKS have begun.

EXT. DOWNTOWN -- FLOWER STREET -- NEXT

Larry pulls his Hummer up to an ATM MACHINE attached to the

corner of a THRIFTY DRUG STORE. He gets out of the car and
approaches the ATM MACHINE.

EXT. DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES -- NEXT

The zeppelin rises above DOWNTOWN... FIREWORKS EXPLODE

everywhere.

INT. JENNY VON WESTPHALEN -- NEXT

Boxer dips Krysta... locking eyes with the Baron. Inga

Neuberger is at his side. Vaughn watches them anxiously from
the dance floor... noticing the GUN visible in Boxer's tuxedo
jacket pocket.

EXT. DOWNTOWN -- FLOWER STREET -- NEXT

Larry is trying to get money from the ATM... but his account
is overdrawn. He grabs the receipt... and begins to CRY
HYSTERICALLY. He begins to POUND HIS FISTS against the
machine. He then walks back to the Hummer and gets behind the
wheel.

ACROSS THE STREET... a group of BLACK TEENAGERS are walking

down the sidewalk. They watch as Larry BACKS THE HUMMER UP TO
THE ATM MACHINE.

Larry steps out of the vehicle and then begins to pull a

LARGE CHAIN from a WENCH mounted on the tailgate. He opens up
the ENVELOPE DOOR on the machine and attaches the METAL CLASP
to the metal bar inside of it.

BLACK TEENAGER
Yo! I saw this on TV once!

Larry gets behind the wheel of the Hummer and starts the
engine... puts the vehicle into drive... and then FLOORS IT.

When the CHAIN PULLS TIGHT... the REAR END of the Hummer
rises several inches off the ground as the ATM MACHINE
partially separates from the CEMENT WALL of the drug store.

INT. JENNY VON WESTPHALEN -- NEXT

Boxer is mumbling to himself... staring at Westphalen. Vaughn

approaches with champagne. The PCP is beginning to kick in.

BOXER
The ocean is in control. The ocean
controls everything.
 (whisper)
I know these things because I am the
King. I live in the Tower of Fire.

Boxer glares at Westphalen across the bar. Westphalen throws

him a demonic sneer.

VAUGHN
What in God's name are you talking about?

BOXER
We have to evacuate.

VAUGHN
This is very upsetting to me.

BOXER
There's not much time left.

Just then... Vincenzo approaches... whacked out on PCP.

VINCENZO
(whispering)
They're airing it...

Vincenzo points to one of the TELEVISION MONITORS... where

the footage is playing over and over. Vaughn looks at the
screen in horror.

Boxer quietly removes a PISTOL from his JACKET. He fires a

bullet up into the fuel cells. People scream out in terror.
He then grabs WESTPHALEN and PUTS THE GUN TO HIS HEAD.

BOXER
LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!

Westphalen looks around in a panic for Inga. She has the

briefcase.

BOXER (CONT'D)
Evacuate this blimp... or I'll kill him!
I swear to God I'll kill him!

PEOPLE SCREAM OUT IN TERROR as the party erupts into chaos.

EXT. THRIFTY DRUG STORE -- DOWNTOWN -- NEXT

Larry backs the Hummer up once again... puts it in first gear

and floors it... this time RIPPING THE ATM MACHINE FROM THE
WALL OF THE STORE.

The ATM MACHINE slides several feet along the sidewalk...

coming to a rest on the edge of the curb... as rubble falls
from around the GAPING HOLE in the wall of the store.

The BLACK TEENAGERS begin to CHEER WILDLY.

ACROSS THE STREET... Terrence and the others are loading

equipment out of the TOUR BUS. The Priestess is holding
Terrence's hand.
 PRIESTESS
(to the others)
Unload all of the cases. You have to
hurry!

Larry puts the Hummer into gear once again and drives north
on Flower street... PULLING THE ATM MACHINE BEHIND HIM...
SPARKS FLYING AS IT DRAGS ALONG THE CONCRETE.

The BLACK TEENAGERS run over to the gaping hole in awe. They
peer inside and see that they can get inside the store.

BLACK TEENAGER
JACKPOT!

They crawl through the HOLE... just as another group of

HOMELESS PEOPLE approach.

EXT. DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES -- FLOWER STREET -- NEXT

Larry drives the Hummer north along Flower street... dragging

the ATM machine behind him... approaching the intersection of
FLOWER and 7TH street... nearing downtown.

Several BEACH VAGRANTS huddled on the sidewalk WATCH THIS.

WALTER MUNG is one of them.

EXT. DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES -- 7TH STREET -- NEXT

The ICE CREAM TRUCK is heading east on 7th street.

INT. ICE CREAM TRUCK -- NEXT

Rashad is drunk out of his mind... not paying attention to

the road in front of him.

EXT. 7TH/FLOWER INTERSECTION -- NEXT

Larry's Hummer races through a red light at the INTERSECTION.

Rashad's ICE CREAM TRUCK races through the green light on

7th... barely missing the Hummer... but COLLIDING HEAD ON
WITH THE ATM MACHINE.

THE COLLISION TEARS THE ATM MACHINE FREE FROM THE WENCH...
and sends the ICE CREAM TRUCK HURTLING OVER ONTO ITS SIDE
where it COLLIDES WITH A TELEPHONE POLE on the corner
sidewalk... THE BACK DOOR NOW OPEN... VARIOUS GUNS STREWN
THROUGHOUT THE INTERSECTION.

INT. HUMMER -- NEXT

Larry looks in the REAR VIEW MIRROR and sees that he is no

longer dragging the ATM machine. He slams on the breaks and
pulls the Hummer over to the curb, his face showing no
emotion.

INT. ICE CREAM TRUCK -- NEXT

Inside the truck, Rashad Avraham lays unconscious.

EXT. 7TH/FLOWER INTERSECTION -- NEXT

Someone throws a CASH REGISTER through the GLASS ENTRANCE

DOOR of the THRIFTY DRUG STORE. A DOZEN TEENAGERS run out
with merchandise. A NEWS VAN pulls up and a CAMERA MAN
emerges... videotaping this.

Across the street... a HOMELESS MAN throws a TRASH CAN

through the window of a PAWN SHOP.
Terrence and the Priestess watch from across the street as
the church group begins to open up all of the cases from the
tour bus.

PRIESTESS
It's beginning. The Holy War has begun.
(beat)
ARM YOURSELVES! ARM YOURSELVES IN THE
NAME OF JESUS!!!

Inside of the tour bus are dozens of automatic weapons. They

are distributed among the church group.

INT. JENNY VON WESTPHALEN -- MISSION CONTROL -- NEXT

The TECHNICIANS are freaking out at Mission Control.

TECHNICIAN #1
We have a hull breach...

TECHNICIAN #2
I just got word from base control. Enact
phase one evacuation. I repeat... phase
one evacuation.

INT. JENNY VON WESTPHALEN -- NEXT

Boxer continues to hold Westphalen hostage.

The ZEPPELIN SECURITY TEAM is handing out PARACHUTES and GAS

MASKS. The EMERGENCY EXIT DOOR is opened. Wind rushes through
the zeppelin. People are wigging out because of the PCP.

Vaughn desperately pleads with Boxer.

VAUGHN
Put the gun down, Boxer! It's not worth
it!

BOXER
You better get yourself a parachute
quick! We're running out of time!

Krysta emerges from the crowd... pulling her PISTOL from her
purse... aiming it at Boxer.

KRYSTA
DROP YOUR WEAPON!

The crowd screams out in terror once again.

VAUGHN
 Listen to her. Just put the gun down and
we can talk this through.

KRYSTA
DROP YOUR WEAPON OR I'LL SHOOT!

BOXER
YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING, KRYSTA!
WE'VE GOTTA EVACUATE THIS BLIMP OR WE ALL
DIE!

Krysta's eyes are now a psychotic rage.

KRYSTA
NOBODY PUKES ON THESE TITS!

Krysta fires off a WARNING SHOT. A window IMPLODES. VIOLENT

WIND rushes through the zeppelin. A TABLE sucks out through
the window.

People scream out and move away from the broken window in a
panic. Vincenzo tackles Krysta to the ground... and another
SHOT IS FIRED... shattering another window.

The SECURITY TEAM continues to hand out PARACHUTES as more

WIND blasts through the lounge. People have begun to jump
through the emergency exits... parachuting down into the
city.

SECURITY TEAM MEMBER

(yelling over the wind)
THE HELIUM GAS IS POISONOUS! WE HAVE TO
EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY!

EXT. DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES -- NEXT

Walter Mung and his band of HOMELESS PEOPLE march through the
streets of downtown like an army. The TABLE from inside the
blimp crashes to the ground in front of them.

Walter looks up at the sky.

INT. JENNY VON WESTPHALEN -- NEXT

Security continues to SHOVE PEOPLE THROUGH THE WINDOWS with

the parachutes strapped to their backs. Boxer still has the
gun to Westphalen's head. He is watching the newscast on the
television screens.

Vaughn is strapped onto a TANDEM PARACHUTE with Inga

Neuberger. The HELIUM has begun to affect their voices.

VAUGHN
Why are you doing this? You're going to
get us all killed!

BOXER
IT WASN'T MY FAULT! YOU'LL SEE IN THE END
WHY THIS WAS NECESSARY!

EXT. DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES -- NEXT

From the distance... we see DOZENS of PARACHUTES falling over
downtown.

INT. SOUTH CENTRAL RESIDENCE -- NEXT

A group of BLACK TEENAGERS sit in front of the TELEVISION

NEWS BROADCAST. They have edited the footage together and are
playing it over and over again.

TERRENCE CLARK
To be honest... we're just watching out
for the niggers.

Bookman shoots Dion Element. The news segment then cuts to an

image of the other BLACK TEENAGERS looting the Thrifty Drug
Store.

At the bottom of the screen: RACE RIOTS IN PROGRESS.

EXT. 7TH/FLOWER INTERSECTION -- NEXT

Police sirens can be heard from the south. Walter Mung is

handing out the GUNS from the ice cream truck to his band of
HOMELESS PEOPLE. They are firing them off into the air.

David Clark emerges from the ice cream truck... free from his
restraints. He watches the madness with no expression. He
doesn't care anymore what happens. He sees that Mung now has
a SEMI-AUTOMATIC in his hand. He begins firing it at a
KINKO'S... shattering glass everywhere.

David Clark shrugs his shoulders... picks up a gun and begins

to fire off rounds into a furniture store... joining the mob.

The Priestess and her church cult emerge on the other side of
the intersection with their guns... ready for the HOLY WAR.

They begin firing off their weapons at Mung and his mob of
homeless people.

INT. WEISBERG RESIDENCE -- FAMILY ROOM -- NEXT

Joel and Miranda Weisberg sit in front of their giant

television watching an NBC NEWS SPECIAL REPORT.

ANCHOR
And we have just gotten word of rioting
in South Central Los Angeles...

MIRANDA
We should call Larry? I hope he's safe.

INT. O'BRIENS BAR -- NEXT

Robinson, Fitzpatrick, McBride and Walker are at a 4TH OF

JULY PARTY at O'BRIENS. They stare at the television in
shocked silence. Every network is connecting the FOOTAGE to
the RIOTS... helping to spread the riots even further.

EXT. TRIER PLAZA APARTMENT -- NEXT

Cyndi Pinziki and Jerri Reilly stand on the BALCONY of an
apartment in Trier Plaza... staring out at the city lights.

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

As the riots spread through the city
below, Cyndi Pinziki and Jerri Reilly
celebrated their newfound wealth with a
evening of champagne and crack cocaine.

They are sipping champagne.

CYNDI
This city can be a vicious motherfucker,
Jer. You have to make your own
opportunities. Take what you can get,
whenever you can get it, 'cause in the
end, there will be victims and there will
be survivors.

JERRI
We'll always be survivors, Cyndi.
(nodding her head)
You're a good friend.

Cyndi takes a deep breath.

CYNDI
You know Jer, with my share of the money
I've decided to start my own production
company. I for one am tired of looking at
all these shitty movies week after week
after week. It's like a never ending
cycle of shit.

JERRI
And especially the way they market them
to children. It's really sad.

CYNDI
You know, I'm gonna need to hire a
development girl. Someone to read all of
the scripts. Develop some new franchises.
You interested?

Jerri puts her hand to her chest... unable to speak.

JERRI
Cyndi. It... would be... an honor.

She raises her champagne glass. Jerri puts down the crack
pipe and joins her in a toast.

CYNDI
Here's to Pinziki Pictures.

INT. JENNY VON WESTPHALEN -- NEXT

The zeppelin is almost completely evacuated. Wind rushes

through the lounge, knocking over TABLES and CHAIRS. Someone
shoves Krysta Now through the window with a parachute on her
back. The helium leak makes them all sound like CHIPMUNKS.

KRYSTA
YOU FUCKER!

Vaughn, Inga, Westphalen, Boxer and a SECURITY TEAM MEMBER

are the only ones left. Vaughn stares across the zeppelin in
shock... tears welling in his eyes.

VAUGHN
I'M NOT LEAVING THIS BLIMP WITHOUT MY
CLIENT!

INGA
THE FUCK YOU AREN'T!

The Security Team Member pushes Vaughn and Inga out the
window with a parachute. He then turns to Boxer and his
hostage.

SECURITY TEAM MEMBER (CONT'D)

THERE'S ONLY ONE PARACHUTE LEFT! I
SUGGEST YOU TWO SHARE IT!

He throws the PARACHUTE onto the floor in front of them...

and then gives them one last look before jumping out into the
night. Boxer lets go of Westphalen.

Westphalen turns to face him.

BOXER
THE DOOMSDAY MACHINE. HOW DO YOU TURN IT
OFF!!???

Boxer shoves Westphalen... aiming the gun at him. A DEMONIC

GRIN forms on Westphalen's face. He begins to laugh.

BOXER (CONT'D)
HOW DO YOU TURN IT OFF!?

Westphalen raises the briefcase up into the air.

WESTPHALEN
DA PASSWORD IS IN DA BRIEFCASE!! IT IS DA
ONLY PASSWORD... NO ONE CAN SHUT DA
SUPACONDCTA OFF WIDOUT IT!!

Boxer shakes his head.

BOXER
WHERE'S THE KEY?!!!

Westphalen cackles with demonic laughter... he can barely

contain himself.

WESTPHALEN
I SWALLOWED IT!!!
(beat)
STRASSEN NICHT NOETIG! HAAAA-HAAAA
HHAAAAAAAA!!!
EXT. 7TH/FLOWER INTERSECTION -- NEXT

Cars are on fire. RIOT POLICE march through the streets.

PARACHUTERS are landing everywhere. POLICE HELICOPTERS

APPROACH IN THE DISTANCE.

Flanked by a SWAT TEAM... DAVID CLARK walks through the

street with an AUTOMATIC WEAPON like the TOWN SHERIFF...
firing off shots in a war with Mung and his team of vagrants.

DAVID CLARK
BRING IT ON, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!! BRING IT
ON!!!

Across the street... a bullet from Walter Mung's gun hits the
PRIESTESS in the chest. Terrence runs over to help her.

EXT. DOWNTOWN FOUNTAIN -- NEXT

Krysta Now has landed in a LARGE FOUNTAIN in an OFFICE

COMPLEX. She looks around in a daze... sopping wet.

Vaughn has landed on the other side of the fountain... his

face in Inga Neuberger's crotch.

INGA
Pig.

Krysta turns and notices a NEON CROSS from a CHURCH across

the street. She stares at it for a long moment... and then
begins to nod her head... tears flowing from her eyes with
some sort of epiphany.

KRYSTA
Yes.
(nodding her head)
Yes Jesus.

Vaughn stares at Krysta... tearfully nodding his head in

agreement.

EXT. 7TH/FLOWER INTERSECTION -- NEXT

David Clark fires off his machine gun at any automobile or

building that he can see.

DAVID CLARK
YEAHHHHHHHHH!!!!

He looks across the intersection and sees Terrence running

aimlessly down the sidewalk with the dying Priestess in his
arms. THE TWINS MAKE EYE CONTACT. THEY SEEM POSSESSED BY
SOMETHING.

DAVID CLARK (CONT'D)

Terrence.

TERRENCE CLARK
David.
Just behind them we see the OVERTURNED ICE CREAM TRUCK...
with Larry Weisberg standing on top of it.

HE HAS RASHAD AVRAHAM'S ROCKET LAUNCHER AIMED UP IN THE AIR.

LARRY
FUCK THA POLICE!

The CAMERA moves in toward the Priestess... dying...

possessed with the knowledge of what is to come.

PRIESTESS
(last breath)
Behold... the Tower of Fire.

LARRY PULLS THE TRIGGER.

THE ROCKET LAUNCHES STRAIGHT UP INTO THE NIGHT... CAREENING

UP IN A DIRECT ARC...

INT. JENNY VON WESTPHALEN -- NEXT

As Westphalen continues with his DEMONIC LAUGHTER... Boxer

stands helpless before the ICE SCULPTURE of Karl Marx in the
windswept lounge... staring out at the city with tears in his
eyes.

HE CLOSES HIS EYES... SPREADING HIS ARMS IN A CHRIST POSE.

EXT. DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES -- NEXT

WITHIN SECONDS THE LOWER LEVEL HULL OF THE ZEPPELIN EXPLODES.

IGNITING THE FUEL CELLS INSIDE OF THE MASSIVE STRUCTURE...
WHICH BEGINS TO BURN IN THE SAME MANNER OF THE HINDENBURG...
FALLING SLOWLY FROM THE SKY OVER DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES.

WALTER MUNG WATCHES FROM THE STREET.

DISTINGUISHED BRITISH NARRATOR (V.O.)

In the company of such dreadful
experience, one is inclined to conjure
thoughts of a more innocent time. A time
when life was worth living. A time when
freedom rained down on the horizon of
Malibu, and other beaches of inordinate
whimsy.
(beat)
The denizens of the fallen city were left
only one undeniable fact in the deep sea
of speculation and conjecture.
(beat)
Nobody rocks the cock like Krysta Now.

THE FALLING WRECKAGE OF THE ZEPPELIN BURNS INTO THE NIGHT.

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