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[slow hip hop music]
[radio dj speaking]
- Hey! Hey! Dude! Could you open the door?
Hey, excuse me,
please open the-- - No, fuck out of here!
- Oh, dude!
I just got pepper sprayed around the corner over there.
This psycho bitch, literally, she took my purse,
she took my shoes.
I mean, I--
- I feel your pain, alright,
but I'm not letting you in here right now,
so go the fuck away!
- I'm not trying to get in your car, okay?
I just wanna use your phone.
- Yo, seriously, now is not a good time!
- Seriously! It is the day after Christmas, I mean,
where is your goodwill towards your fellow human being?
[car engine revving]
Can you think about how fucked up my night has been?
For just two seconds!
Just think about it!
I lost my phone, I lost my shoes, I lost my purse,
my eyes are fucking burning!
I just wanna use your phone!
I got to meet this producer in like 10 minutes.
- Producer?
- Yes, yes.
I'm the lead singer in this band, "Butterfly Porn".
I'm Butterfly!
Seriously, is everyone in this town
a complete fucktard!
And you! You!
You are the biggest fucktard of them all!
Come on, seriously, fuck you!
All right.
You have five seconds to let me use your phone
or I'm screaming.
Five, four, three, two...
Help!
This is guy is,
he pepper sprayed me! - You are fucking insane!
- Let me use your phone, you piece of human garbage!
- Man, fuck you!
Here.
- What's your name, wierdo?
- Don't worry about it.
- Relax.
I'm not some kooky stalker chick,
I just wanna know whose phone I'm using.
- Chester.
My name is Chester.
- Chester.
What's with the ancient-ass phone?
- Yo, I hate you, seriously.
I fucking hate you.
- You're like my new favorite person.
[phone ringing]
[motorcycle engine revving]
- You have reached the voicemail--
- Shit.
Didn't answer.
But you know, thanks for the phone, Chester!
And uh, Merry Christmas!
- What the fuck?
[car door closes]
- He ain't tell me he was on this side, shit.
Got me pulling over to this fucking part of the fucking...
[car door closes]
- My man. - We good?
- Yeah.
- Sup with you, man?
You actin' like somebody died or something.
- I got a fucked up feeling about this shit.
- You got to manifest positive outcome, bro.
Visualize it.
- Wildfires, earthquakes, tsunamis,
fucking nuclear war! That's the vision I keep having!
I'd probably feel better if I wasn't waiting
in the fucking car!
- I told you, they don't like talking to strangers, man.
You gonna meet 'em when the time is right.
So until then, enjoy the free promo
that this song is given our merchandise.
I wanna go to Blue Heaven! Heaven!
- I hate this fucking song, man. Shit is trash!
- This song is gonna make us rich, bro!
- Still hate it.
- Man word on the street is "Fuck The World" is a variant.
- I don't know what a variant is.
- The rapper "Fuck The World".
- What about him?
- They saying that he's a genetically modified
human organism, maybe even AI.
Nobody's ever seen him before!
- Whatever, man, let's get out this fucking block.
- Let me use your phone real quick though.
- What's wrong with your shit?
- It died.
- Yo man, everybody asking
to use my fucking phone tonight, man.
- Bruh, what the f?
Look at this, man!
- Nigga, laugh all you want nigga!
I'm off the grid, nigga, no smartphone,
no social media, nigga, fuck "People To People", nigga!
- Not long from now, all U.S. citizens
will soon be required to register
with a digital identification database,
under a newly passed bill titled, "People To People".
This comes after a recent congressional panel,
surprisingly votes in favor of legalizing
personal drug possession without authorization.
These extreme measures have been met
with resistance from liberals and conservatives alike,
prompting a growing number of protests, petitions,
and conspiracy theories that are gaining traction.
- I'm off the grid, nigga, no smartphone,
no social media, nigga, fuck "People To People", nigga!
Catch me if you can!
[intro music]
[distant police sirens]
[mellow music]
- You know I hate it when you come in bed with your dirty ass clothes on.
It's gross!
- Your breath is gross.
- Whatever. You're such a little kid.
[strange voice speaking]
- Damn.
Bruh, nobody has this shit!
How'd you get it?
- Can't yet reveal the plug.
I wanna go to Blue Heaven.
I hate that fucking song, man.
Anyway.
- How much for the blue juice?
- Two.
- Ah, shit.
Talk to Izzy lately by any chance?
- Why?
- I don't know about that fool.
Word is your boy's a federal informant.
- Shut the fuck up.
- No, seriously he's a fucking opp.
- How do you know?
- I got people in New York that know him.
Rat motherfucker!
- I don't fuck with Izzy like that.
- Anyway.
Stay up, man.
Keep a eye out for them snakes.
I wanna go to Blue Heaven.
- Hey, can you grab my laundry?
- Why can't you get it?
- Beause I asked nicely.
[punk music]
[TV news anchor speaking]
- You know there's a Nazi living next to us now?
- I seen him.
- He makes me uncomfortable.
- You ain't got to worry about him.
- Well, you gotta be careful
when you're out there with that stuff.
- Drugs are legal now and you of all people
should know it.
- Legal to possess, still very much illegal to traffic.
- How are people supposed to possess it
if someone doesn't traffic it to them, huh?
Riddle me that shit.
- Seriously, Keenan, if you keep this shit up,
when I do pass the bar, you're gonna be my first client.
- Thought that's why you wanted to become a lawyer in the first place.
- You're fucking impossible dude.
- Be sure to keep those calls coming in,
if you want to be caller 1-9-9
and get those free tickets to "Flex Fest"
going down this Saturday at the forum in Inglewood.
You don't wanna miss that!
And up next, we got the new fire from, "Fuck The World".
The number one song in the country right now.
You already know it's that "Blue Heaven".
Keep it locked right here on--
- Who just moved here six months ago, okay?
I was born and raised in this city.
Los Angeles has always been a Lakers, Dodgers, Trojans,
Bruins and now Rams once again.
Don't talk to me about the Angels, Chargers and Clippers
ever in your life.
Why do the Clippers still play in Staples Center?
Why do the Angels have Los Angeles in their name?
What are the Chargers even doing here at all?
Nobody asked for them and nobody cares.
[electronic music]
[hard rock music]
- Hey, I'm trying to study back there.
Do mind telling the "Hitler Youth" to turn it the fuck down?
[knocking on door]
- Yeah?
- Hey man I--
- Benjamin.
My name is Benjamin.
You can call me Ben, what's up?
- Whatever, can you turn the fucking music down?
Please.
- What's going on out there Ben?
- It's the guy from next door,
he wants us to turn our music down!
- What?
- I said it's our next door neighbor
and he wants us to turn our shit down.
Turn it down, Hailey.
- What?
- I said turn it the fuck down, Hailey!
Right now!
- Thanks.
- You're welcome, neighbor.
[door slams]
- It's a form of meditation, really,
you have to be present and in the moment.
When you understand it's basic principles,
you become more in tune with your own pleasure receptors
and therefore, understand how to better
pleasure your partner.
Plus, the transmutation of energy that happens,
can intensify the climax into other worldly
levels of ecstasy.
And that's where it got its name from...
Blue Heaven.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I get it.
- So... how's the wife?
- We're not married.
- When does she graduate?
- Spring.
- Tell Mimi to text me.
Oh, what are you guys doing for New Years?
[electronic music]
[indistinct voices]
[phone vibrating]
- Yeah?
- Keenan, Thank God you answered, bro.
- Izzy?
The fuck are you?
- I'm locked up, in Vegas.
- Shut the fuck up!
The fuck happened?
- I got caught with a pistol by a narc
at the Palms making a sale.
They're giving me a gun charge!
I also got hit with an intent to sell for the Blue Heaven,
can you even believe that shit?
- Rat motherfucker!
- Keenan?
- Fuck! - Keenan, you still--
[phone vibrating]
- This better not be anybody calling my phone
from fucking jail!
- Are you a gambling man, Keenan?
You look like a gambling man.
I know I sure am.
I would've set the over under of you answering your phone
to maybe 50 to one. And it's a good thing you did
it may have saved your life, for the moment at least.
- Who the fuck is this?
- I'm nobody to you.
If you were smart, you would keep it that way.
- Either tell me who the fuck you are or I'm hanging up.
- Very well.
I represent the product you've been peddling around town,
product that was given to you on consignment,
by people who will do bodily harm to you
and everybody you love.
If they don't get all that is owed to them.
That is who I am, Keenan Milhouse.
- How the fuck you get this number?
- How do you think?
Your business partner, Israel.
- Yo, I can't really talk right now,
so how about you give me your number
and I'll call you tomorrow?
- You may not be alive that long.
So unfortunately, it looks like we're going
to have this discussion right here, at 7-11.
Don't even think about driving away
or you will be shot dead on command.
[indistinct voices]
[phone vibrating]
Fuck!
Yeah?
- If you hang up on me again, you are worm food.
Understood?
- All right, man, what's up?
- As you may or may not know,
your business partner is currently incarcerated
across state lines. And by being an idiot
and getting himself busted,
he took with him a mini fortune's worth of our shit.
More specifically, my shit.
Not only that, but he has been denied bail
and is being extradited back to New York City,
where he has a number of open cases.
We may never hear from him again.
- Izzy has to cover his own ass, all right?
- You're a funny man, Keenan.
You're a very funny man.
- Seriously, whoever the fuck you are,
I don't have that kind of capital right now,
so we have to work some shit out.
- That is good to hear.
I am glad that you were willing to work something out,
as that is precisely the reason we are talking right now.
- All right, let's hear it.
- Here is what is going to happen.
You will be given an assignment
that is to be completed within the hour
and the terms of this assignment are non-negotiable.
[knocking on car window]
Are we clear on the assignment?
- Actually, I see a picture and an address, nothing else.
[laughs]
Yo, you can't be fucking serious!
He could be somebody, like fucking important!
- I can assure you, he is not,
but who he is should not matter to you,
just handle business and you will have nothing
to worry about.
Your mark is getting on a plane tonight.
So there will be a car service
picking him up from his home
and driving him to LAX at 11:00 PM.
It is imperative that he does not reach the airport.
- Nah, can't do it, bro.
Sorry.
- I like how Mimi wore her hair today.
It almost reminded me of my sister.
I also hear she's preparing to take the bar exam.
In my opinion, this girl is way too good
for a scumbag like you.
And it would be shameful if she were to die because of you.
- So I do this and we're good?
- If you are successful,
you will live to see at least one more day.
I can't promise you anything else.
You have 40 minutes.
[electronic music]
[piano music]
- Finally showed up, huh?
Actually I was getting a little bit worried.
- Don't fucking move!
- All right, take it easy, kid.
I ain't going to move.
I just feel a little insulted here.
[laughs]
Tell me, kid, how much are they commissioning you
for tonight's work, huh, Picaso?
How much is the life of a B-movie producer worth?
I got to know before I check out of here.
Come on, tell me before--
- Stop fucking talking!
- All right, okay.
All right, take it easy.
Please tell me that you're not indebted to these fucks
and that's why you're doing this.
Because if you are, Jesus Christ, kid
you have no fucking idea how bad you're fucked.
Let me tell you something
once you get involved with these people,
there's no fucking way out, don't you understand that?
Trust me, I know.
And I look at you and I think,
that's me back in the 80s!
You remind me of me.
When cocaine was hot shit
and I was peddling it all over town.
I ended up owing the same people
that you worked for money too.
But I made a deal, just like I'm sure you made a deal.
But the only difference, kid, I'm an asset.
I make pictures.
Okay, they're fucking terrible,
but what do you bring to the table?
What's the value of your brain?
Let me tell you something kid,
I made more fucking money for these assholes,
than you could make in a million fucking years.
And look what's gonna happen to me.
Now ask yourself a question, kid,
what do you think is gonna happen to you eventually?
- Make another sound old man I swear to God,
I'm gonna fucking--
- What are you gonna do, kill me?
Ain't I already dead?
Can't you see what's going on here, kid?
I'm just trying to impart a little bit of wisdom
before I fucking-- [gun shot]
[old movie dialogue]
[phone vibrating]
- Well, it's about fucking time!
- Yo, I'm on my way home now.
- Good! Because you have some major fucking explaining to do!
And you owe me Pho anytime I want
for at least a month.
- Yo, listen!
- Hello?
Keenan?
- Yo, have you noticed any abnormal activity
around the building? Like some sketchy looking gangster types, lurking?
- You know what? Actually...
Yup, they're still there.
- Who's still there?
- These creepers, they've been parked
across the street the whole day.
They've left and come back a couple of times.
Definitely not feeling their energy.
- Yo, don't go anywhere near that fucking car, all right?
Stay in the fucking apartment.
- Keenan, What the fuck is going on?
- I'll explain when I get home
and if anything weird happens, you call me right away!
[police chirp]
Aww, shit.
- Keenan, what the fuck?
[heart rate monitor beeping]
- Good morning, Mr Milhouse.
You'll be here a while.
[dark electronic music]
- Hi, Chester.
- I just want to know whose phone I'm using.
- Chester, my name is Chester.
- Chester.
- I am Special Agent Merchant.
Violent crimes. Narcotics. Cyber terrorism.
Pleasure to make your acquaintance.
Young lady behind me is my trainee.
Tops in her class.
I believe you two have already met.
No?
So, can I get you anything?
The PB and J is exceptional here!
- How'd I end up in the infirmary?
- You got a little testy with some of the guards
a couple of weeks back.
Messed you up real bad.
- A couple of weeks?
How long have I been in here?
- 28 days.
- First thing's first. Mr. Milhouse,
I actually want to commend you for not being typical
of this generation. With most anybody nowadays,
you can uncover pretty much anything
you need to know about them in 30 seconds.
Their entire history.
But you, Mr. Milhouse, are different.
Wait, you have no smartphone, no YouTube videos
of you punching yourself in the face
or any of that viral dumb shit.
No digital footprint whatsoever.
Even a thorough background scan with all of our resources,
only pulls up fragments of you here and there.
It's like.... you don't exist.
Which is precisely how you ended up
on our radar to begin with.
By being a ghost.
You are a prime example of why "People To People"
had to be initiated.
So that viruses like you couldn't lie dormant any longer.
- Viruses like me, huh?
- I'm sure that you understand the severity
of the situation you're in.
You are looking at a myriad of federal charges,
the sum total of which, is well beyond
any of the years that we have left on this planet.
So in other words, Mr. Milhouse,
your life is theoretically over.
- You still haven't told me.
- I haven't told you what?
- You still haven't told me what I'm being charged with.
[laughs]
- I'll let your lawyer explain that to you.
But... that may not even be necessary.
Today could be your lucky day, Mr. Milhouse.
If you let be.
[mellow music]
- It's so good to have you back.
Those assholes wouldn't let me see you in there
for some reason, I don't know what that was about.
And what's the deal with this?
Does it hurt?
Here, let me see.
What's wrong?
What the hell?
[indistinct voices]
[vomiting noises]
- Dude, it's time to see a doctor.
There's probably too much acid in your blood.
What did they feed you in there?
- Close the door.
[door shuts]
[metal tray slams]
- Dear God, can you make me a fucking bird already!
Hey dude!
You alive over there?
If you are alive dude, don't eat that mountain of green shit.
Everything in here can kill you,
the food, the water, the people, even the fucking air.
Why do you think the CO's wear those masks?
Do you even know where the fuck you landed?
I'm willing to bet you were so doped up
when they brought you in,
you don't even remember the last 24 hours do you?
Do you remember riding on a bus?
An old clunky bus with bright red lights in front?
Of course you don't, dude!
It's all part of their fucked up game.
The one where they pump your veins
full of "god knows what"
and give you a one-way ticket to hell.
[man screams]
- I'm gonna stab you in the eye with a fucking fork!
- Where the fuck am I?
- You're on the "Mount Olympus", dude.
- Where?
- Olympio Federal, aka,
the underground prison, maximum security.
Located in Nowhere, USA!
You made it to the bottom of the fucking earth! Congrats!
- Underground prison?
What the fuck?
- You've officially been flushed.
How does it make you feel?
Used, abandoned, all of the above?
The majority of the population on the outside
doesn't know this place exists.
It's where they bury people
that "they" don't want around anymore.
For whatever reason.
- I hear there's even an entire wing full of aliens.
- Let me guess, you got arrested
with a bunch of dope on you that you thought was legal,
because of the new drug laws, right?
And once you're in Olympio that's the end of life as you know it.
- No parole. No release date.
- Not even a goddamn presidential pardon can free you from this shithole.
Do you want to know why you didn't have an arraignment? Bond hearring?
Or fair trial by jury of your peers?
- Why not?
- This new left neo-liberal globalist agenda,
that's trying its hardest to put the final nail
in the coffin of our once great nation.
And we can't let that happen without military action!
- Amen to that!
- These anti-male, anti-white, anti-American libtards,
would actually lead you people to believe,
that our country would have been better off
if that crooked lady got elected back in 2016.
I mean, seriously.
I mean, it's bad enough that we had that smooth talking
African-born terrorist sympathizer in the White House
for all those fucking years.
- And we've spent the last how many years
cleaning up that mess?
- And the Zionist occupied mass media that preys on your fears
and uses their own sense of twisted
self-righteous morality, against you.
And they'll do things like,
just to exploit the deaths of children
to manipulate you into giving up your rights to bear arms.
So you can't protect yourself or your loved ones.
They aim to stop our mobility and take away
our God given American birth right to free speech,
while they spread their lies.
First, it was collusion, then we had obstruction.
Our 45th president was under attack from day fucking one!
You know, Mueller and the rest of those traders
should be fucking castrated!
- God only knows what's in store for America.
- These snowflakes are so hell-bent
on taking every last drop of dignity our country had
and willingly whoring it over to any refugee
with a brood of seven, sneaking over in the dark of night,
lying and wait to take your job,
your house and your fucking life from you.
This war is coming people and I'm not talking about some
goddamn race war, okay?
I'm talking about World War fucking three!
And that's our fucking show.
Until next time, on the Soaring Eagle.
[heavy metal music]
[sighs]
- Our streams are down, like, way down.
- We've hit the proverbial wall.
- Has our audience lost faith in us?
- They think we're all talk, that's for sure.
Our message is extreme and we're not aggressive enough.
- So what are we going to do?
How do we make them believe again?
- I think Ben should run for local office,
that would be a huge power play.
- We live in the most liberal city
in the most liberal state in America, Hailey,
did you forget that?
- Yeah, but there are plenty of people like us here.
People that are sick and tired
of being sick and tired of the liberals.
- Political pageantry isn't going to cut it,
we need to send a violent message
in the name of the movement.
- We can start by killing rappers.
- Rappers Dirk?
What the fuck for?
- For influencing the youth to be fucking idiots!
And drug addicts! And their blatant disrespect
for all womankind!
- Except that their jungle noise
does more harm to their own people than to ours.
That's the thing about "the blacks",
they're self-destructive.
Like the homeboy who lives next door to us.
I mean, he's just a fucking waste of life.
- Yeah, I feel sorry for his girlfriend.
- And I tried being cool with that dickhead, didn't I?
But not anymore, man.
Fuck that guy!
He's in for a rude awakening! - Yes! Yeah fuck that motherfucker man!
[heavy metal music]
[indistinct voices]
- What is it, Keenan?
What the hell are you doing right now?
What the fuck is your problem, dude, seriously?
Where you going? The pizza's gonna be here any minute.
[piano music]
[old movie dialogue]
- Keenan's energy has just been completely off
and it's affecting literally everything.
I can't even study right now.
- It's this New Moon we're under,
we need to go crystal shopping ASAP.
- I don't know, but Keenan has definitely
not been himself since he's been home.
And he's not talking about what happened to him inside.
- You think that maybe they zapped his brain
while he was locked up?
- Like a lobotomy?
- I saw this post last night on Instagram
that seriously fucked me up.
- And tell me it wasn't any of those
conspiracy meme pages you follow.
- One of my friends re posted it
from a respectable news outlet
if you must know.
- Whatever.
What was the post?
- It was linked to this article
about the alleged cruel and unusual punishment,
that's been going down since these new drug laws passed.
They've been doing all this gnarly shit to inmates
in federal facilities without their consent!
Like, infecting them with diseases and other ridiculousness!
- No fucking way.
I refuse to believe that.
- You need to wake the fuck up Mimi!
There's a war going on out there
that none of us are safe from!
You even said yourself, they wouldn't let you visit him
when he was locked up.
Just imagine all that could have happened.
- He wasn't in there for that long.
But if there's even an ounce of truth
to what you were saying,
there is going to be major fucking hell to pay
to a whole lot of people when I pass the bar!
Because the shit storm that I'm going to rain down on them,
is gonna be fucking monumental!
We will take down at the city, the state,
the fucking Department of Corrections,
the fucking White House if we have to!
[knocking on door]
Who is it?
Stella, I'll call you back, someone's at the door.
Actually, stay on the line,
I'm a little freaked out right now.
- Why?
What's happening?
Mimi, I'm coming over there and I'm bringing my 22 caliber!
- It's okay, Stella, hold on.
- Mimi, right?
- Sorry, I don't believe we've met.
- Nah, I'm one of Keenan's friends.
Heard he got out recently.
Is he around?
How long has he been out?
Of jail, that is.
- Who the fuck are you, dude?
- I'll try callin' him again.
Thanks though.
- Mimi?
Hello, Mimi, are you there?
- I don't know what makes you think
you can come home whenever the fuck you want?
What, so you're just gonna act like--
[gasps]
You have to tell me what you remember about prison.
[man screaming]
- Don't eat that mountain of green shit!
Don't eat that mountain of green shit!
[man screaming]
- Dude! You good over there?
It's the water dude! I told you it was spiked!
Now you're having projections.
[indistinct chatter]
- It feels like my fucking head is in a fucking vice!
Open the fucking door!
Let me the fuck out of here!
Open the fucking door!
Let me fucking out of here!
[bell rings]
Fuck you!
[blunt force impact]
What now, huh!
Keep talking!
Told you to shut up!
- Not so tough now are you?
- That'll keep you quiet.
- What now you little bitch?
This is what happens when you talk too much!
-Let's get outta here. Save the government some money.
[reverse audio sounds]
- Fuck!
Feels like my fucking head is in a fucking vice!
- The madness is only beginning, dude,
I hate to break it to you.
Hey, dude, there might be some sun
at the end of this shit storm.
- What the fuck you talking about?
- I mean I might have found a way outta here.
[eerie music]
[knocking on door]
- Can I ask you something?
- What the fuck is your problem?
I mean, where did you get the fucking balls?
You, you, walk around here, like you own the fucking world!
And you shit on me every time I offer up a gesture of peace!
And in all honesty, dude,
I should've stomped a fucking mud hole
in your head a long time ago.
I swear to God, man.
I swear to fucking God, if you ever
come banging on my door again.
I mean, if you say anything, if you do anything,
if you even look at me fucked up,
I am gonna fucking kill you!
Understand?
I'm gonna take this tiny little head of yours
and bash it in with a fucking hammer,
and that's gonna be the end of you!
Fuck you, dude!
Fuck your whole fucking life!
[door slams]
[eerie music]
- God I slept way too long.
Now I'm gonna be up all night.
I think I'm gonna cook something before I start studying.
What are you in the mood for?
What in the fuck?
Keenan!
Please tell me you did not eat my fucking book!
Are you a fucking German Shepard?
What the...
Oh my God!
I knew it!
I fucking knew it!
- Yo, yo, yo!
- Who the fuck invited you in?
- Chill, shawty, you left your door unlocked.
Not a good way to keep people out.
My man, Keenan!
What's good?
Long time no hear from...
Everything cool?
Let's take a ride.
[sinister electronic music]
- I've been trying to holla at you, man,
but you straight ghosted me.
Matter of fact, the last time we was on the phone together
you hung up on me.
What's up with that?
You know the judge threw out my gun charge in Vegas.
Threw it out.
Magical.
Heard the feds had your ass too.
I heard that you ain't even have visitation,
but somehow you got out.
What's up with that Key?
You know what's wild man?
Your girl is so loyal.
I dig that.
I had a girl too, but she snitched on me.
Ain't that crazy?
You know what's even crazier than that?
Those motherfuckers that we work for, man,
these foreigners, lord, they some cold blooded motherfuckers.
These the kind of motherfuckers,
if you do something for 'em,
then they own you.
And I know you did something for 'em before you went in.
I dig that you did what you had to do,
you ain't really all had no choice.
They would've raped your girl, made you watch,
killed her, killed you brutally
probably would've cut both of your heads off.
Might of even castrated your ass.
Man.
At the end of the day, man,
both of us saw big money opportunity and we took it.
It's too bad that they sent me to kill you.
[stabbing noises]
[alarm blares]
[sinister electronic music]
- We've got to investigate the trailer.
It's most likely abandoned.
- Abandoned?
Fuck, no, man! For all we know
Walter White's in there cooking with an AR 15 on the stove.
- Yeah I think we should just.
leave it alone and keep moving.
- Dudes, we've got to start taking our fucking chances.
We need food and water,
change of clothes would be nice too.
You act like it's a fucking Airbnb.
At the very least there's some off the grid
doomsday prepper in there,
who doesn't want to be fucked with.
We also just escaped from prison or did you fucking forget?
We don't know how far away from civilization we are.
We don't even know what fucking state we're in.
In just a few short hours, that high-desert sun
is gonna be beating down on us.
We're gonna be on a fast track to dying of thirst.
- Fuck! You got a point.
- Let's all go check it out then together.
- It'd be better if we send in a probe,
that way we can see if there's movement
from our vantage point.
- Fuck it, rock, paper, scissors!
[sped-up sinister music]
Fuck me!
- In case I get killed, my name was Keenan.
- I'm Patrick.
- And I'm Patrick.
- How the fuck are both of your names Patrick?
- He's gonna get killed - For sure.
- Holy shit!
[flies buzzing]
- How come you two failed to mention
you've been brothers this whole time?
- Brothers?
Do we look like fucking brothers to you?
- You two are fucking identical twins.
- Wrong again, genius.
This fucker's a variant, like "Blade Runner".
They're called, Replicants in "Blade Runner",
you fucking mongoloid.
- Gargle gas, you science project!
- This fucker is the variant, not me!
- I don't know what a variant is.
- It's a genetically modified human organism.
- Wait, hold up, variant?
[laughs]
- Why you sound so surprised?
- Because I am fucking surprised!
- Why do you think they sent you to Olympio
in the first place?
That's where they send all the viruses
that they deem glitches in the United States
of the fucking Matrix!
- That's the game they play.
Lock you up, swallow the key.
Send some Frankenstein schizoid version of you out in the world in your place.
- All while they play sick little sadistic games
with the actual you.
- It's like electric shock therapy.
- Only like a zillion times more fucked up!
- So, the rapper, "Fuck The World".
- A total fucking variant.
- And it's no coincidence, that shitty ass song
blew up the way it did.
They made sure their prodcut got all the promo it needed.
- Their product?
- Where do you think Blue Heaven even came from?
Who created it?
I hear it makes black men styrile.
Blue Heaven is what they caught you with
when they brought you in, huh, Keenan?
- Yo, how the fuck are they able to get away with this shit?
- Who's gonna stop 'em?
You?
- This is bigger than Olympio Prison.
- It's bigger than America.
- There's a war going on outside
that none of us are fucking safe from.
- New World Order.
Get down or lay down.
It's the law of the land.
- All right, so you're telling me it's possible
they sent some fucking variant home in my place?
- Most likely.
- I can only imagine what Courtney
is going through without me.
- You mean without me.
Dip shit.
- Fuck off!
Courtney is my girl!
You don't even know anything about her.
- Why don't you try me then, asshole?
- What's her mom's name?
- Katie.
- What's your stepdad's name?
- Gary.
- What's her middle name?
- She doesn't have one, idiot.
- What's her dog's name?
- Mowgli.
- What's her favorite TV show?
- Used to be "Game Of Thrones".
- What's her favorite movie?
- All the "Harry Potter" films.
- What's she allergic to?
- You!
- Your a fucking disease!
- Fuck you!
That's the mother of my future kids
you're talking about.
- How?
I already knocked her up.
- Fuck!
- Hey, where you going?
Fucking pussy.
[eerie music]
[indistinct voices]
- They deliberately forgot that God made the heavens
long ago by the word of his command.
Then he used the water to destroy the ancient world
with a mighty flood.
And by the same word, the present heavens and earth
have been stored up for fire.
They are kept for the day of judgment,
when the ungodly people will be destroyed!
Hello, stranger.
- Hello.
- Would you like to sit up front?
- Okay.
- So tell me, stranger, who are you exactly?
- I knew who I was this morning,
but I've changed a few times since then.
- Like, "Alice In Wonderland".
So the better question might have been,
what are you exactly?
- I don't know.
- How do you not know by now?
- I'm Keenan Milhouse.
[studio audience laugh track]
If I'm not Keenan Millhouse, who am I?
- I don't know who or what you are exactly,
but I do know where you are going.
- Where am I going?
- To hell!
Put down the gun!
Put down the-- [gun shot]
- Good morning, Mr. Milhouse.
[heart rate monitor beeping]
- Good morning, Mr. Milhouse.
[dark electronic music]
[indistinct voices]