~ part two ~
Going off the cliff, airship's long hull dragged sideways through the trees, it bangs off the ground.
Santa - "Hold on Rudolf !"
Trucker Bob - Chains wrapped around his forearms, watching the airship banging around, "! Whooo !"
Off the cliff and silence through the air over the mall ...
Screen freeze ~
Daphne - Walks onto the screen, "Hi. I just want to say that we at 'The Clockwork Song' do not condone the merciless ..."
Cassandra - Off screen, "Hilarious !"
The sound of a whip and a scream.
Daphne - "... dismemberment of the Middleton Police Department, which is fictional. It's symbolic, one might say. You see these all specifically represent only the racist police who illegally shoot black people nearly every day in America."
Cassandra - "Except Wilhelm !"
Daphne - "True. Wilhelm isn't racist, nor does he symbolically represent the many police officers who have in fact, gotten away with murder."
Cassandra - Off screen, "Like this guy !" A whip cracks, a scream. "He specifically represents them. Don't you motherfucker !?" A crack and a scream ... "That's what you represent." Cracks and screams ...
Daphne - "Hm. Yah. So it's like a 'symbol' ... So if you are an officer of the Middleton Police Department, and not one of ... them ..."
Cassandra - A whip sound and a scream, "! Or Co-Intel !"
Daphne - "... then you'll enjoy this fictional analogy along with the rest of humanity without being offended. Because I'm sure as a human being, you must not like those fucking nazis you work with either. Right ?"
She furrows her brow in a stare ... then turns away.
Daphne - "Continue." Walks off screen.
Cassandra - Cracks and screams. "PSA, you racist Bitch !"
The screen cuts to the news desk
News Human - "... um ..."
('Fuck the Police', PE version)
~ Santa's airship slams off the ground hard behind the semi as it lands plowing into the woods down the steep incline.
A police helicopter flies over loading side-guns, the patrol cars explode in Nocturne and Doe's path, flipping cars in the fire behind, while she screams and launches.
Inside the car, the monitors and readouts display the destruction all around.
~ inside the semi cab, one sock ties one side of the steering to the shift, the other to the door handle, machete wedging the gas, Hawaiian bobble dancer on the dash.
Nocturne slow motion launches ... explosions ...
~ the bobble dances, the forest chaos in the wind shield ...
They speed past the news crew and gathering crowd, a trail of spinning and flipping cars.
~ Trucker Bob holds the chains tight with a grin watching the airship bounce behind.
Doe - "Helicopter !"
Nocturne - "Got it !"
The side gunner sights the car as Nocturne launches a rocket, a patrol car flips from the corner of the view, arcing into the gunner, wedging the open door.
~ The bobble dances, forest animals flee the path of the truck behind ...
The helicopter spins while the pilot tries to correct for the patrol car hanging out the side, driver screaming, pilot screaming.
~ The airship bouncing behind.
~ Santa - "God Damn it Rudolf ! Got to cut harpoon on this whale."
~ Holding rail, to twisted part he works his way to the harpoon side, looks up and sees Trucker Bob cheering in the distance.
~ Santa - "Careful what you wish for, bitch."
~ He shoots out the cable.
Doe - "! Fuuuuuck !"
Nocturne flops to the side and drops her gun in the skidding stop, sideways while a little old lady crosses the street in front of them loading a revolver, one by one with head phones on.
A police helicopter flies over loading side-guns, the patrol cars explode in Nocturne and Doe's path, flipping cars in the fire behind, while she screams and launches.
Inside the car, the monitors and readouts display the destruction all around.
~ inside the semi cab, one sock ties one side of the steering to the shift, the other to the door handle, machete wedging the gas, Hawaiian bobble dancer on the dash.
Nocturne slow motion launches ... explosions ...
~ the bobble dances, the forest chaos in the wind shield ...
They speed past the news crew and gathering crowd, a trail of spinning and flipping cars.
"! Yaaaaay !"
~ Trucker Bob holds the chains tight with a grin watching the airship bounce behind.
Doe - "Helicopter !"
Nocturne - "Got it !"
The side gunner sights the car as Nocturne launches a rocket, a patrol car flips from the corner of the view, arcing into the gunner, wedging the open door.
~ The bobble dances, forest animals flee the path of the truck behind ...
The helicopter spins while the pilot tries to correct for the patrol car hanging out the side, driver screaming, pilot screaming.
~ The airship bouncing behind.
~ Santa - "God Damn it Rudolf ! Got to cut harpoon on this whale."
~ Holding rail, to twisted part he works his way to the harpoon side, looks up and sees Trucker Bob cheering in the distance.
~ Santa - "Careful what you wish for, bitch."
~ He shoots out the cable.
Doe - "! Fuuuuuck !"
Nocturne flops to the side and drops her gun in the skidding stop, sideways while a little old lady crosses the street in front of them loading a revolver, one by one with head phones on.
('Fuck tha Police' NWA version)
Doe rolls down the window while nocturne launches from the sunroof at a growing wave of patrol cars.
Nocturne - "Umm. Doe ?"
Doe - To the nice lady, "Where yah headed ?"
Lady - Taking off the headphones, finishing the load with a flip and spin, "Goin' to the bank."
Doe - "We already hit that bank today."
The launching stops, a bag of money flies from the sunroof and lands next to her, the launching resumes.
Lady - "Oh !"
Nocturne - Emptying another grenade launcher load, "Doe ..."
The patrol cars begin spilling over higher and higher like a growing tidal wave ...
Doe - "You have a nice day now ... can you carry that yourself ?"
Nocturne - "Doe !"
Lady - "Oh yes."
She hefts it over her shoulder, turns and walks the way she came, putting the gun in her purse, digs for a blunt and lights it.
Doe smiles after her as she puts the headphones back on and finishes crossing back, the wave of patrol cars looming over them while Nocturne swaps madly between launcher types.
Doe - "Yeah ... just like Grandma used to bake ..." Takes a hit.
Four stars go to the corner of the screen.
Nocturne - "! Doe !"
The wave crashes over behind as they speed off.
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The harpoon cable's shot out, snaps with a bounce to the trailer and airship. The trailer flips bounces off over the cab, Bob on the chains ...
Trucker Bob - Terror in his eyes ..."Do ... jus ... like ... dat ... !!! Moooviiieee !!!"
The bobble stops dancing in wind shield view of the trailer's flip over the cab, the trailer slams through the mall roof, while Bob leaps off to one knee, foot and hand with a fist pumped up.
The sounds of broken engine puttering and tailpipes dragging. A tranquilizer dart in the neck and Bob falls. Harpoons hit sticking out of the mall roof. A truck backing up beep as the trailer is lifted ...
The truck's cab drives on by ...
Nocturne - "Umm. Doe ?"
Doe - To the nice lady, "Where yah headed ?"
Lady - Taking off the headphones, finishing the load with a flip and spin, "Goin' to the bank."
Doe - "We already hit that bank today."
The launching stops, a bag of money flies from the sunroof and lands next to her, the launching resumes.
Lady - "Oh !"
Nocturne - Emptying another grenade launcher load, "Doe ..."
The patrol cars begin spilling over higher and higher like a growing tidal wave ...
Doe - "You have a nice day now ... can you carry that yourself ?"
Nocturne - "Doe !"
Lady - "Oh yes."
She hefts it over her shoulder, turns and walks the way she came, putting the gun in her purse, digs for a blunt and lights it.
Doe smiles after her as she puts the headphones back on and finishes crossing back, the wave of patrol cars looming over them while Nocturne swaps madly between launcher types.
Doe - "Yeah ... just like Grandma used to bake ..." Takes a hit.
Four stars go to the corner of the screen.
Nocturne - "! Doe !"
The wave crashes over behind as they speed off.
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The harpoon cable's shot out, snaps with a bounce to the trailer and airship. The trailer flips bounces off over the cab, Bob on the chains ...
Trucker Bob - Terror in his eyes ..."Do ... jus ... like ... dat ... !!! Moooviiieee !!!"
The bobble stops dancing in wind shield view of the trailer's flip over the cab, the trailer slams through the mall roof, while Bob leaps off to one knee, foot and hand with a fist pumped up.
! spotlight !
The sounds of broken engine puttering and tailpipes dragging. A tranquilizer dart in the neck and Bob falls. Harpoons hit sticking out of the mall roof. A truck backing up beep as the trailer is lifted ...
The truck's cab drives on by ...