Southland Tales Page #3
Nana Mae Frost,
please acknowledge.
Identification confirmed.
Welcome aboard, Miss Frost.
Thank you.
Nana makes me wear
these f***ing things.
Do I look like a nerd?
No.
- Welcome to Treer Plaza, tower one.
- Yes.
We know that Boxer crossed
the border into California.
There hasn't been a single fingerprint
found in the system since then.
We know someone
must be hiding him.
What the hell was he doing
in Nevada?
We think he was kidnapped
Somebody stole
one of the prototype SUVs
from a warehouse in San Pedro.
Tracking devices tell us
that they crossed the border
way out past Lake Mead.
Get over to the computer.
I can show you.
- All right.
- He's been brainwashed.
I'm sending you
the surveillance footage right now.
This footage
was taken by his abductor,
someone with ties
to the Neo-Marxist movement.
Is that Boxer?
Yes.
Is this the last time anybody saw him?
Yes, except for these.
What's that, smoke?
Somehow
There was somebody in there, too.
What?
Baron has retrieved
the charred remains of the body.
- Have they identified the body yet?
- Not that I know of.
Grid nine zero two
nine one.
Venice Beach was home
to the Neo-Marxist underground.
They were the disciples
of German philosopher Karl Marx.
Here we go, just in time.
This is Fortunio Balducci,
his new best friend.
Drug dealer, pimp,
co-producer
on some new mystery project.
He's been crashing with Fortunio
They hooked up
on some drug binge out in Vegas.
Our little Krysta
has promised me a marriage killer,
maybe even an election killer.
Boxer hasn't talked
to his wife in a week.
She's on the campaign trail.
much to the senator's dismay,
and his b*tch wife, Nana Mae.
People in Washington
are already whispering.
Looks like the nervous breakdown
of the century.
Too bad it's an election year.
Nothing that an eight ball, a porn star,
and tattoo parlor can't handle.
Revelation 6:
8..."And behold, a pale horse,
and he who sat on it,
his name was Death. "
You know, there'd be
a lot less violence in the world
if everyone just got
a little more cardio.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, is that a bazooka?
That is a heat-seeking ground-to-air
rocket launcher from Syria.
You can't afford that.
What exactly do you want?
I need some
What else do you need
along with the blanks?
That's all, just the blanks.
Here is your UPU 9
and the blanks.
What the f*** is this?
What, you won't take
a personal check?
No, I won't take a f***ing check.
Get the f*** out of my ice cream truck,
you Cro-Magnon b*tch.
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