The Last Finale

pa-Drek eats Chinese food at a stand in Blade Runner world.  Voiced over, "I can never begin to comprehend what it was like from their point of view." 

He pays the tip and takes the cookie. 

"The more I get to know them, the more apparent it is ... they're all just insane."  He boards his hovercar.  "Some of them know it.  Some.  To get what you want in hollywood, you've got to adapt."

Pulls into the traffic.

"So they normalize it, in their minds.  Just the way it is.  Normal to all your new friends, the old ones just wouldn't understand.  Everything you want.  They get them young."

Lights a smoke, "I came in old.  I really did like it better with the voice over.  What should I do, talk to the camera ?  Show myself sitting at a computer and typing a lot ?"

"Keyboard ops rot."  As the car sweeps to another lane.  "So this is me typing."  Beeps the horn.

"Killed a demon here, killed a demon there, predators went down.  You've read the news and they all went down the same.  Nothing left to tell but their side."

"They talk a lot about what I am to them, maybe it's time they know what they look like to me."

pa-Drek - Holds it high, "For Legba."  Takes the shot.

~ The Last Finale ~




~ Starring ~


Kevin Squeegee

He drives the family hover-van, eyes pinned wide, teeth gritted in approximation of a smile.

Kat Kenadien

In the passenger seat enraged by youtubers, Doomcock's talking head kicking back in laughter, she smashes the phone repeatedly on the dash while Kevin drives, maintaining the face.

Sack Snyder

An intelligent chimpanzee in a little vest-suit beating a treasure troll on the back of her seat.

DJ Abrams

The treasure troll.  Kat Kenadien pulls another phone and dials mad, onscreen ~

The Mystery Gimp

At the head of the board, a man in a gimp-suit.  His eyes go wide at what's being said, leans back and zips shut the mouth of the mask.

AI

(a pong console playing on an old tv)

~ with Magical Performances by ~

The Russell Brothers !

The two fucking clowns holding unicycles in the backseat.

~ and introducing ~

James Gunn


James Gunn - A tall leprechaun who may be related to a treasure troll, "Who the fuck does this guy think he is ?  He's not the smartest !  I'm the smartest !"

Jenny Hollandaise - Stoned as hell, "You should fuck with him."


(headline)

James Gunn Fired


Mystery Gimp - Hands tied, "My hands are tied."

DJ Abrams - An inanimate treasure troll sitting on the table, "Harsh."

A whip lashes the Mystery Gimp.

Kat Kenadien - Holding the whip, "Well we have to do something Bob, whatever he's doing, is working."

Mystery Gimp - Wincing from three more lashes, his phone.  He answers to a loud chimpanzee scream, hangs up.  "Well that's it then.  The chimp's got him now."

Kat Kenadien - "Well that's just great Bob."  Hard lashes, gets notification, checks her phone.  ...  Screams and smashes it on the table side, swats the treasure troll behind the plant by the file cabinet.

DJ Abrams - From behind the plant, "That's not cool."

Kevin Squeegee - With two fucking clowns juggling on unicycles behind him, "Wait !  Let us ... consult with ... the Oracle."
 
DJ Abrams - Still behind the plant, "The Oracle ... "

They all take a deep breath ... Kat Kenadien holds DJ Abrams over Squeegee's shoulder.  The wall opens into a hidden chamber, the pong-box slides out with the old TV, apparently playing itself. 

They lean in staring as the square bounces back and forth, Kat turning the treasure troll like their own eyes following the path ...

(headline)

James Gunn Hired


pa-Drek - Driving the hovercar - "As a writer, one tries to extrapolate the events he doesn't know, from the information on hand.  To theorize what Caesar was really like, as a man, what Napoleon looked like, based on available images."

Docking at the police station ~

"To try to describe the events behind the scene which could possibly account for the historically known outcome."

pa-Drek - Sitting at the wrong side of the chief's desk.  "And that's the best I got."

Chief - "Yeah.  We knew they were insane.  It's what happens to untouchable people when they're left to themselves too long.  Which is why you're here."

pa-Drek - "So what do I get for it ?"

Chief - "You get to fix the problem."

pa-Drek - "And that's it."

Chief - "And we let you."

pa-Drek - "Ohhh ... kay."

Chief - "Yeah we know what you're about.  You'll do it for the 'honor'.  And because it's 'the right thing to do'.  Which is why ... we're going to let you."

pa-Drek - "That's cheap as hell."

Chief - "Mm-hm.  Now get the fuck out of my office I don't know you.  You.  Do not.  Exist."

~ On that last harsh word the world digitizes to wire-frame over green-screen.

He lights a smoke walking from the set, someone with a real annoying voice yells, "You cannot smoke in here."

pa-Drek - "Fuck you."  Walks out and leans next to the door outside, pensive as hell.

A young woman walks up, leans on the opposite side of the door and lights.

Actress - Exhales ... "It's all true you know.  Everything they say."  Smokes.  "All of it."

pa-Drek - "Even the weird shit ?"

Actress - Smokes ... "Yeah.  The worst shit."  Stamps it out, walks in front of him, stands arms crossed and looks him over.  "Huh."  Walks away.

Voiced over as he watches her, "She was everything hollywood wanted and couldn't have.  More found me."

A note slipped in the coffee shop, a book left on a park bench.  A woman talking in a bookstore.

Shopper - "Oh.  Yeah they're like the worst of them.  The whole family, everyone's terrified of them.  Hey I gotta go."  She looks.  ...  "Thank you."  Scurries out the door.

~ Voiced over Squeegee's pinned eyes and frozen tooth grin, driving the family van with the circus twins in back slap-fighting.

"And I finally got it.  They really are a bunch of fucking clowns.  But they're the worst kind imaginable."

While Kat pounds the Mystery Gimp in the ass with a strap-on and a whip.  Over the gimp's zipped face in and out of the camera taking it, treasure troll watching from the desk.
 
"They're sad-face clowns."

~ A knock on the Sack Snyder's office door while he dances on his desk over an old sow machine's constant printing.  He looks to the door and chimp-shrieks.

James Gunn - "Hey Sack.  You're my buddy.  Wanna come to the rooftop and smoke cigarettes with me where I also put a pile of bananas ?"

Sack Snyder hops of the desk and takes James Gunn's hand.