Episode 4

A Night for Young Lovers

(Love- it is the one bond that is unbreakable, at least between the proper subjects: parents and children, children and parents, husband and wife, boyfriend and girlfriend. The love for God is the common denominator that keeps all the pieces in check. It keeps the love between the young and unmarried from escalating beyond the platonic, keeps women's love of wealth from sidetracking them from their destined calling of parenthood, and keeps children loyal to their parents even as they reach old age. The time of transition between these phases of love is always Feb. 14, Valentine's Day. It is the time where seniors in college finally settle down with their mate and propose marriage, which usually occurs that June or July depending on availability. This is the time ELIAN immigrants introduce themselves to people who cannot gain a mate by age 26 and adolescents gain their first (and often last) love. In New York, it is the time where homosexuals stage their biggest protest at the nation when, at a million strong, they stroll into the ruins of Times Square and the adjacent neighborhoods and kiss their lovers as a sign of defiance and solidarity. This is also when most young gay couples shed their pretenses and abandon Britney for a new life in the asylum state. For this reason, Britney runs a census of the people the day after to see what the gains and losses are for her. It is a big weekend because it signifies many rites of passage and holds many important ideas. On a sleazier note, this is also when immigrant interns are assigned to their 500 officers. The role of the intern is about the only thing held over from the glorious but tainted era of the last taste of freedom under Bill Clinton. It is a full holiday, so the major shakeup in the nation's profile can be tabulated and tracked. It is a big change for many, and a big day for Britney. Todd knows this day is the perfect day to strike. He sits on the 1st in front of his team, contemplating his move.)

Todd: Valentine's Day, you bet we have to do something.

Terrell: Yeah, preferably something young, female and pretty.

Eva: Hey! There are women here...

Helen: And we intend to agree with him. (winks)

Eva: Well then, I'd say something tall, male and handsome. (laughs)

Todd: People, focus! I mean to Britney. It's a major change for her. An attack here would mess up her count. It would cause a mess, if anything. Hell, they did that in the 20's and it worked fine, and they didn't even have computers, let alone brainwashing ones.

Dee: I'd expect them to bomb the kiss-in myself. Kick off the gay holocaust with a bang.

Todd: I tend to agree. But would they be able to muster enough force to take on a million gays, many who often take up arms just to deter such an attack? Manhattan is a hell of a place to wage a battle- you've got limited access, narrow streets, and lots of extra hostiles to cause havoc. They MAY, however, try to capture a high-profile homosexual for public execution again.

Dee: Agreed, but who? Derricks?

Todd: Smart, kill a Yankee. I'd think they'd send him here first. Killing a Yankee would sever Britney's one tie with New York.

Terrell: What about them inverse lesbians? You know, those whacked-out lesbians who fall for Britney because of their attraction to women and are deluded into thinking everyone in the US is also lesbian. Easy pickings. Hell, knowing blondie, she could brainwash almost all of them into accepting their homosexuality and killing themselves on television, and that'd cause...

Todd: You mean the JAMES E. Project? It did nothing but free over three quarters of those types when they tried it 4 years ago. They wouldn't try it again. They're brainwashed, Terrell, not stupid.

Terrell: Coulda fooled me, 'cause they STILL think you're Jesus, Jesus!

Todd: Something is up with that. I want Whitey to check it out. If it's what I fear, we may be in for something more terrible than we first thought.

Terrell: What? I already see thousands of black women with bleach jobs, it doesn't get more terrible than that! Black and gold do NOT mix!

Dee: But what are we going to do with Valentine's Day? I still say we should protect the gays.

Todd: I think you may be right, but let's see what Frank has to say. Frank!

(Frank walks in wearing his faded blue jeans and tie-dye T-shirt. His eyes seem have to wandered off into the land of another acid trip, the ones that keep him safe from Britney)

Frank: Duuuuuuddddeeeee, since when is our leader a Cyclops man? (bows to Todd)

Todd: Good grief! Frank, what groovy things did Britney have to say today?

Frank: I dunno, man, that girl is tripping! She's like, man, I gotta kill the gays. Yeah, she pulled me aside and whispered in my ear all this crazy stuff, man.

Todd: Crazy stuff like what?

Frank: Kill, kill, kill! Man, I don't like her, man, she gives me bad vibes like she's Nixon's daughter, man! Man, I had to move to a happier place, man!

Terrell: Like Woodstock! Todd! This guy's trippin', like, back in time. How do you know he's accurate? Hell, he doesn't even make sense. Least I make sense most of the time.

Todd: He retains Britney's subliminal messages but isn't subject to them because he thinks they're part of his acid trip. He knows what he's talking about. But yeah, he feeds his head too much.

Terrell: I'll say! Hey Frank, go back to the 60's and say hi to Dr. King for me! (laughs)

Eva: Well, that wasn't called for.

Terrell: Sure it was! If a brother gets a chance to talk to someone like Dr. King, why the hell not?

Todd: They are planning more than the normal lovey-dovey stuff this Valentine's Day.

Terrell: Shit! And just when I thought I was going to be able to relax and pick up a girl!

Todd: No, but there may be some guys interested in you where we are going.

Terrell: Hey! They got the whole baseball team to choose from, send one of them down there! Man, whatever happened to the good guy getting the girl?

Helen: Don't worry, we'll find someone in New York who can switch hit for you. IF they aren't too worn out after we get through with them... (laughs)

Dee: HEY!

Helen: What? I said WE!

Dee: Oh, okay. (blushes)

Todd: We have 2 weeks to prepare and we are going to need everyone, hell, maybe even the baseball team. There isn't any clouting my way in on this one, this is going to be a battle.

(Bouchard walks in, looking upset.)

Bouchard: Sacre bleu! Monsieur Carter, get in here quick!

(Todd runs to the computer room where Whitey is busy hacking away at Britney, a half-empty bottle of Tsingtao next to the computer.)

Whitey: We found some secret notes- looks like O'Reilly's scale of Britney's control.

Todd: Search the glove compartment, find the owner's manual, nice job.

Bouchard: Read about the big O.

Todd: I'm not even going to try to comment on that one! Let's see... (smile runs from his face) Well. This explains everything.

Bouchard: Oui. I can't believe that 65% of the population...

Todd: This is bad. They can see anything and everything the government wants to tell them. In theory, they can see gays as dogs and kill at will. A nation of soldiers. Damn.

Whitey: You do know the brain fucking is consensual...

Todd: To a point. I don't think you wanna tell Eva that her sister wanted to go brain-dead.

Whitey: No, but after passivity, they just happily stroll down the path. This makes the bonds weak and strong at the same time.

Todd: Just like me, if something contradicts, all hell breaks loose. But if we don't contradict, it just goes down the hill, 70, 80, 90...

Bouchard: I think they will let the people go at their own pace and instead move into other areas, non?

Todd: Just into the rest of America, especially Venezuela, the last oil stronghold that isn't blonde.

Bouchard: Non, you forget that the pipeline is ours now. (smiles)

Todd: Alaska, yeah, you took that, didn't do much good though, did it? You had to give up the oil so that Britney didn't go after half your people. So what do you think, guys, this sound like protection or what?

Whitey: Protection and alliance building.

Todd: Alliance?

Bouchard: If we can get New York on our side, we can have another safe zone.

Todd: Yes, but what good would it do? It's still Britney's world- they just don't live in it.

Bouchard: A small rebel army will make them change tactics. The battle of Times Square and the destruction of Madame Liberty were major setbacks.

Whitey: He's right, we need a larger force and if we do something there... more than protection, we can build a rebellion.

Todd: I see your point. Okay, Valentine's Day, it's a day where most changes happen. The conversion, the attraction, it often will awaken those who are not on the norm.

Whitey: I think the gay migration is well established.

Todd: Not just them. I've lived in New York. It is a place of high turnover, and most who flee, flee there not only for homosexuality. They flee because they recognize their culture, they flee because they feel a tie to their nationality, and they flee because they are awakened by something- heartache, passion lost, love lost. As hard as they try with immigrant replacement, you don't know how many grieving mothers, how many widows and widowers we get. Do you know there are more women who are infertile by nature in New York than women who are infertile because their lover does not contain the requisite parts?

Whitey: So you are saying we should make an example?

Todd: Yes, this is one reason for the asylum state, so that those outside the norm can be disposed of without starting a chain reaction. So, let's bring forth 4 couples for the kiss-in. We will have one gay couple, of course. Terrell, Texas was your turf, so look for a couple there- let's make real fools of Britney. Eva will search the Internet for any couples who are forming through overseas connections and are readying to come over via ELIAN. Dee and Helen will look for a couple who needs to flee for other reasons. And I'll go out and try to find regular Channel 1 lovers, just to send a message to the government: You try to execute gays, I'll give the Gray Lady a new girlfriend. A horse's head in the bed is worth two on the horse.

Whitey: ARE YOU NUTS?!?! You're going to try to even SPEAK to her? Just coming within 50 feet of her is enough of a suicide mission, and what girlfriend would she love anyway?

Todd: Isabella Constance Bethany Miller.

Bouchard: ICBM?!?! MON DIEU!!!!!! You aren't serious!

Todd: No, but if they don't back off, I can introduce the two.

Whitey: You really are going to give the Gray Lady a nuke?

Todd: No, but they don't know that. I will give her other weapons. I had the Mountie order up some Stingers.

Whitey: Oh man, shooting down planes, that's nuts! Nuts, I tell you.

Todd: I know what I said. I said if they keep coming after gays.

Bouchard: So the execution of a Channel 1 couple is the warning.

Todd: No, I still need to put the horse's head in the bed.

Bouchard: But won't that give them a chance to escalate their offensive?

Todd: That's what I want them to do. You'll see.

Bouchard: A booby trap, I hope?

Todd: In a way, yes.

(The scene shifts back in time, to last April, the 2nd week of the baseball season, in Cincinnati, Ohio. The Reds are opening a three game series with the Pirates. We are taken to the upper deck, where we see a 18-year-old young man from Kentucky, going to his first ever game in person. He is with his friends, all head to toe in red. The man is carrying a loaded tray of hot dogs, coke, and chips back to his seat. He is looking carefully in front of himself making sure he doesn't drop anything. Yet he seems oblivious to the young black woman of his own age with long black hair combed extra straight, walking with her friends. She is blacker than the night, her eyes a deep brown, her lips a contrasting bright red. She is dressed in blue jeans, a Reds jersey, and Reds jacket and cap. Yet the man does not notice and he walks right into her, Coke and mustard going all over her jersey.)

Man: Ummm, I didn't see you. I don't know what you are. I'm sorry, please let me clean you up.

Woman: It's all right, I'm fine. Don't miss the first pitch.

Friend: Hey, Chris, it's just a monkey, let's go!

(Chris begins cleaning up his mess when he accidentally runs his napkin over the woman's breasts, making her angrier.)

Woman: Watch it, kid! Now get going before I knock you out of the park.

Chris: I'm sorry, I'll go now. (He turns toward his friends.) Hey guys, that was no monkey, that was a girl! How dumb could I be?

(The woman smiles. She's never seen a white person treat any black person with any kindness, or even any knowledge of her existence.)

Woman: Wait, I'll buy you some more hot dogs.

Chris: No, it's fine, I should buy them for you.

Woman: No, really, I... I've just never seen anything like you. God put us in separate bubbles to do separate things- you make the money, we make the goods you sell.

Chris: I don't know what you mean. I've never seen someone...someone.

Woman: This dark?

Chris: I mean, your hair, it's-

Woman: Dark. What's your name?

Chris: Chris. I'm really sorry I messed up your jersey...I...I... just don't know, I just didn't see you. What's your name?

Woman: Bree. Well, Brianna, but you can call me Bree, it's less channel 4.

Chris: I've never watched that. I've heard about it, but I've never seen it.

Bree: It's okay, I've never seen channel 2 either. Well, would you like to sit with me? I have an extra seat 'cause my friend got sick, and your friends don't seem to be real happy with you.

Chris: Ok.

(The two go on during the game about how different their lives are.)

Chris: I've never seen a girl that's really like you, you're so...different.

Bree: Really? I got 100,000 girls back home that look like me. Jesus never meant for us to see each other but...but...

(A sudden feeling comes over Bree. She loses focus of the game, her eyes grow hazy and her voice softens.)

Bree: I...I've never seen someone like you either. I've never really- I mean in school, I never felt-

Chris: I know, they all looked the same, didn't they?

Bree: Yeah, shaved head, bulky muscles, sleeveless jerseys, and pants so baggy they trip themselves in 'em.

(Chris loses sight of the game as well, instead staring longingly at Bree.)

Chris: Blonde hair, blue eyes, tight jeans, shirts tight enough that their breasts always show.

Bree: I know the girls on channel 1. I watch the one show on there, "The Way of the Colors". I see the women there. I never understood them, but my hair is so straight, and I really worked and prayed that it would come out so straight. I mean I work hard to be like those girls, Channel 4 says we should be...

Chris: Shhh, Brianna. I feel like this too, but through the soul that Jesus gave you, you aren't a copy. I mean, I was asked out by Kelly, Shelly, and Terri, but I could put them all at different desks and mix them up and not know who was who. I really felt that when I was searching, like what was the difference? They all listened to the same music, ate the same disgusting salads at O'Reilly's all dressed the same way, flirted the same way, got angry the same way when you said the wrong things, smiled the same way when you said the right things, sighed and drooled at the same time when you had to tie your shoes, went into the same trances whenever you tried to hold their hand. The other kids never noticed it, but I always did, and, well, I didn't like it. I wanted a woman I can talk to...I don't know, I...I...just met you but...

Bree: What are you say...oh! (Bree's eyes go unfocused and she gazes off into space as Chris' hand slips into hers. She grabs hold like she had known him her entire life. Even though this is the same reaction that every woman feels when a man she feels any feeling for takes her hand for the first time, Chris too goes into a blind gaze, staring towards the game, but not really at it. Instead, he's enthralled by Bree's beauty, even though he doesn't fully understand what is going on or why it's happening, since this is the exact thing he detests about women back home. The two put their heads on each other's shoulders and stare at each other for the remainder of the game. They get pelted with a beverage cup by some fool calling Chris an "organ grinder", and they don't even hear or feel it. They sense that there is something that isn't to be about this relationship, but they don't seem to care or let it bother them. Instead they get up after the game smiling, even laughing at the racists calling them names before they get into their cars and head toward home.)

(The scene returns to Chris' home where he sits with his parents. It's May Day, the day all high school seniors make their final choice of college. He is in a plaid shirt and blue jeans. His parents and friends are all gathered around the couch. A young blonde in a pale blue T-shirt with "Kentucky" across the front is sitting next to him, fawning over his every move. Her name is Shelly and she has grown attached to him, but he hardly notices her. He stands up and readies himself for his announcement.)

Chris: I thought about this long and hard. I was accepted to Kentucky, Cincinnati, Louisville, or I could even go to Texas to learn the ins and outs of God at Baylor. I've made my choice. I have called in my acceptance to Cincinnati.

(Shelly breaks down into tears, and Chris' father pulls him aside. In 2020 Channel 1 America, it is tradition that if a man has a woman attached to him, they attend the same school so she can grow into his wife while he becomes a hard-working and supportive man at his chosen trade. To go to a different school is an overt sign of rejection.)

Father: Didn't you love Shelly? She was your next door neighbor for all your life.

Chris: I didn't mean to hurt her. I just- I 'm in love with someone in Cincinnati. Since that Reds game, I've been going up there every week. She's gonna be a Bearcat too.

Father: Don't forget to let us meet her.

Chris: I won't. I'd be glad for you to meet her. Bree's so DIFFERENT, that's why I love her.

Father: Bree from Cincinnati, eh? Is she blonde?

Chris: No, that is what's so different about her, she looks nothing like the girls around here. She doesn't even watch the same TV. She watches channel 4.

(Father gets concerned.)

Father: Remember, son, different things often aren't meant to last. Have fun with your different girl, but don't be shocked if you and her fall for someone else. Have fun at Cincy, and put in a good word with those Reds. And don't stress how different she is with your mother.

(Chris leaves with the father muttering, "my son in love with a monkey, where did I go wrong?" The scene now shifts to the tiny town of Palestine, Texas{pronounced Pal-a-steen since 9/11 to avoid connections to terrorists}, on November 17th of last year. We are taken to the football field for the high school. They are playing Dallas in the playoffs, and their uniforms shine bright as a huge crowd of 20,000 packs the stands. If you didn't know better you'd swear this was a small college or even a minor league pro stadium. High school football is considered Britney's birthmark because way before even ADAM Texas' obsession with it was a grassroots stronghold for conservative movements. We see their star quarterback, Phil Mayne: 6'5", blonde hair, blue eyes, and a shotgun for an arm that has him getting scholarship offers from all the colleges. They are up 14 points late in the 4th quarter when he asks the coach to summon in a little-used senior backup tight end called Big Al. He's a folk hero, a joke almost. He's 6'3", 275 lbs., but he wears it in a way that makes him look more like 400lbs and he runs like he's 600lbs. The coach winces but lets him into the ballgame, his hair longer than the clean cuts of the rest of the team. The crowd goes crazy but people mutter among themselves that this may not be the best time for the team to be putting in the comic relief.)

Coach: What the hell does Philly see in Big Al anyway?

Assistant: Relax, coach. He's known him since he was in diapers. They're best friends, let it go.

(We see Phil on a 1st and 10 set up a long post pattern. His wide receiver is wide open downfield, but Phil doesn't see him. Instead, he rolls out of the pocket and hits Big Al for a gain of 7. Al lumbers off the field, smiling all the way, looking back at Phil who looks back at him, needing to be nudged by a teammate to walk up to the line of scrimmage.)

Coach: Jesus Christ, he had a guy wide open in the end zone and he dumps it off to the tight end! Decision-making like that, I wonder if we should be asking him to play QB for Ala-freaking-bama!

Big Al: Hey, coach, I caught a pass, I really caught a pass.

Coach: Yeah, whatever, good job.

(After the game we see Big Al and Phil on the couch playing video games. Al's long hair is well combed and he is rather well-dressed just for sitting on the couch. Phil's hair is swept back and he is wearing a color coordinated sweatsuit.)

Phil: Great catch, Al.

Al: Hey, man, you just throw 'em, I catch them and look pretty.

Phil: Or just look pretty!

Al: Man, I wish we could go to school together, we would have so much fun! But well, you're a QB and I'm just a big ol' guy looking for a good cheap education.

Phil: I was thinking... we have a ways until May Day. I don't know but I don't feel the feelings of what I see on TV. We're more than friends, and I don't want the army or UT, or Florida. I want you- even before football.

Al: I know. I can't even look at the blondes anymore. I've been watching more channel 1 but they say the way I feel about you oughta get me killed.

Phil: It's been so weird these past few months- years, really. I don't know how to describe it. It's almost like I wanna...

Al: Kiss you?

Phil: You know, I would have decked you for that months ago. But now, I don't know, I mean...

Al: You don't see nothing in girls, cuz I sure as hell don't.

Phil: But gays, they are for the devil to kill!

Al: Maybe we're just in love with dying.

Phil: I...do love you a lot. I really couldn't stand being elsewhere. That's why it's so tough for me to decide where to go 'cause there's no way for us to go to the same school. I mean, what if I really am- we really are...

Al: Happy to be with each other?

Phil: Yeah.

Al: (smug grin) Well, there's one way to find out!

(The two kiss passionately, then go back to their video games. We shift now to what seems to be a lonely man banging away at his keyboard in southern Florida on a Friday night, the night every young man and woman go out to movies or concerts to build their relationships. A look closer shows that he *is* building his relationship, online, with a young woman overseas. This practice is discouraged but hard for Britney to avoid, since she doesn't want to discourage internet use, the bread and butter of her programming. Besides, if that means one more person headed to Elian, to the victor goes the spoils. The young man, known online as MarlinPapa41 but whose name is Manny, is talking to a Panamanian woman named Rosa, now better known as Americanita. They met when he was 16 and trying to connect with his Hispanic roots, learning Spanish and speaking with Rosa to better learn the true Hispanic culture. But as is normally the case, it was Rosa who was educated by the American. 5 years later she is in the last phase of her conversion. She is ready to head to the Yucatan for her final education before going to Elian and the man she loves. She has been sent Channel 1 tapes for the past year by her lover and by this time knows not a word of Spanish or a shred of Hispanic culture. This is her last day in Panama, tomorrow she heads north so she speaks to Manny for the last time before heading for him.)

Rosa: I cannot wait. I've been waiting for this for 3 years. You taught me so much. I dyed today and I never felt better then the feeling I got right after I dyed.

Manny: You must look beautiful, I can just picture your blonde hair against your skin as I stare at your old picture.

Rosa: Throw that old thing away, Manny! I don't wear dresses like that anymore. I wear jeans, and this T-shirt that reminds me so much of you, "God will find you, and then he will love you".

Manny: I love you so much! When will you leave camp and be able to come home to me?

Rosa: The man at the embassy says that after 30 days of school I will be sworn in as a U.S. citizen, and I can't wait.

Manny: I can't either, I love you so much.

Rosa: The man at the embassy knows this. He is going to arrange it so that we can meet just outside the school. The only problem is it's in crazyland, but we can fly home after we meet.

Manny: I'll be waiting.

Rosa: He scheduled everything so I'd become a US citizen by Valentine's Day. Isn't that appropriate?

Manny: Yes, it's so perfect. Americans are such nice people, after all. I still remember that first day we spoke, in that weird language we made up, and you said how much you hated Americans and I said that's too bad because I live in Miami. I will see you then. Let me know if you have problems, but I taught you well, I hope.

Rosa: You did, you did so much. I love you, see you in New York.

(Manny clutches a box with a diamond ring inside, his gift for when Rosa arrives. He smiles, because he can't wait. They've met before, once in Miami when she was touring and once in U.S. controlled Mexico for Spring Break but never as her planning to become an American, someone he can marry and have a family with. Truth be told, this was his girlfriend for the past four years, just like normal Americans. Now he'll be able to take home his soon to be fiancée and show her to his family. We now are taken back to Toronto where Todd and his men are reviewing the final details of their mission.)

Todd: Do we have intelligence for Valentine's Day?

Bouchard: A scan of Britney indicates that they plan to break the Treaty of Uniondale!

Whitey: Confirmed. They are setting up large contingents of men on Governor's Island, Ellis Island, Fort Lee, and they've got a tank unit ready to roll through the Lincoln Tunnel.

Terrell: Man, and I thought traffic was tough during rush hour!

Helen: Reports from the gay community say that they plan to telecast the kiss-in this year.

Todd: More like a good-bye kiss! Sounds to me like they want to repulse the public by showing them the kiss-in and then relieve them by killing the gays who are participating.

Dee: But that trick never works! We may be passionate but we aren't stupid. I never participated, but I've heard people often come with more arms than they do lovers.

Todd: I think they are timing this well. Set up a major battle, heavy casualties, make it look unprovoked through Ashlee, make it look like the gays are revolting, and make them an easy target for a holocaust. Dee, how many homosexuals do the kiss-in?

Dee: Well, given that this is where most first enter New York and settle down with their lovers, we normally get half a mil, plus militants and sympathizers making up another 100,000. It reaches from the Ball out to Macy's and back all the way up to Columbus Circle and all the way across town to both rivers.

Todd: I know that part. I was there a few times too. It's the biggest rebellion event of the year. Get it a million strong!

Dee: What?!?!

Todd: You heard me. There are still pockets of gays outside of New York, and besides I mean other New Yorkers: militants, sympathizers, those who just hate the government.

Dee: Cannon fodder?

Todd: No! Protection.

Helen: But Los Metros and The Bronx Society hate gays as much as the government. The Disciples of St. Sue will help, but there aren't too many of them.

Todd: But they hate the government, that's what's important. Tell them about this plot. They know me, they wanted me to lead them once they realized their insanity but they are too disorganized for any prolonged fight. Bouchard, get the entire Blue Jay organization ready to go to New York.

Bouchard: But we need them for la saison so they can put a firm break on Britney.

Todd: I will keep them out of harm's way. I just need numbers. Besides, some of them could use a good singles mixer.

Bouchard: Oui!

Eva: I got an organization that will help: The Sons of David.

Bouchard: Those mercenaries, Todd, be tres careful with them!

Eva: I know them. Yes, they are mercenaries. (giggles) How else are they going to show their true faith? (winks) But they helped me with MOSES. They were my men. I led them to the overthrow of the Sharonist government in Israel. They will do whatever I want for free, and if you can get a Jew-

Todd: To do something for free, take it! Eva, I lived in New York, I know a LITTLE about Jews! (chuckles).

Eva: As long as you don't know enough about them to keep bringing me cheeseburgers, I'll be happy.

Todd: Very funny. So we can get a million in Times Square? I still don't trust this. The government will have the high ground.

Bouchard: But we have the Gray Lady and larger weapons.

Todd: It'll be tough, but I get the sense, especially knowing what I know now, that I can break Ashlee.

Terrell: Man, I don't think the real Jesus could sway Ashlee to let by positive things about gays.

Todd: Who said anything about good gays, just bad Americans? Just remember, make them make the 1st move.

Whitey: He knows what he's talking about but, well, this is risky. We could be known as the people who were the creators of the gay holocaust.

Todd: This is war now. We can't worry about image, it will all come out in the wash. Remember, to the victor goes the story.

(We are now taken to New York. Once again the city is a battleground in the war for freedom in what has become a 21st century tradition; whenever a major turn has taken place, it involves New York. More than the fact that it is an asylum state is the fact that the world and the natives view New York as the last bastion of freedom in America, so it is the flashpoint of all battles. From large threats like the Battle of Times Square to small myths like the Wizard of Rego Park, New York is the home of all that is good and bad in the world. It's now D-Day, February 14th, 2020, 12:00 noon, and we are just starting to see the gays and lesbians strolling along the avenues of Manhattan. As the case was before Britney, Manhattan is the playground for tourists and center of commerce while the outer boroughs are the heart of the New York culture. We are taken to the corner of 57th and 7th. There is a giant amethyst slash in the corner slab of concrete, with an inscription below: "All the world is gay, and one day we can all be happy because of it" - Gina "Slash" Stewart 1984-2019

Whitey is taken there by Dee to the memorial of his girlfriend, the woman who would most likely be his wife had he not gone to China to avoid Britney. He weeps softly on Dee's shoulder and sets down a violet on the street below him. He calmly recalls their last day together, how he burned down the Walter's Department Store just a block from her house before heading to the airport to fly to China. The fire wasn't even put out before he was safely in the sky heading toward a new life. Dee looks stunned.)

Dee: You mean YOU were the Wizard of Rego Park?

Whitey: Who?

Dee: We always thought it was Slash... The Wizard of Rego Park burned down the Walter's, and it spread to all the businesses in the neighborhood destroying all the major businesses- you know, Supercow Supermarket, O'Reilly's Burgers, Builder's Warehouse, Longneck Toys, and High Street Movieplex. It took out that whole shopping center, and it was a seven-alarm blaze. We found out later that there was a gas main under the Walter's. That fire killed 50 people, none local, and not one shred of residential native property was touched. That's why they called it the wizard. Took 6 months to find out the cause and that it was no accident, the firestarter took a lit cigarette with some matches tied around the bottom and stuck it in a box of foam rubber pillows.

Whitey: Pillow pyro device, the fodder of police gazette novels everywhere. I didn't know about the main, I just wanted to make a statement to the government and keep my Gina safe from an imminent threat. I'm sure the main only served the government's buildings. The fire department got it boxed in quickly, hardly a miracle, but freaky.

Dee: That's why the government invaded the Amazons. They were tipped off by a woman who fell under. They thought Slash was responsible, so she gave herself up and saved her fellow rebels. She was a great woman.

Whitey: I'm honored. Guilty, but honored.

Dee: Don't be. You know, she always wore a brown hat that totally clashed with everything that she wore.

Whitey: My hat! She still kept it.

Dee: Wouldn't go anywhere without it.

Whitey: Did she still have candies in her bag?

Dee: Two sides, one for her own nourishment, one to feed the heads of the brainwashed.

Whitey: So she was an acid dealer too! (laughs)

Dee: Yeah, helped go with her writing. After today, if we live, I'll take you to the Disciples and they can show you her writings.

Whitey: Thanks!

(Just then, two men in high school letterman jackets walk up the block. One of them is carrying a rifle and forcing two gay men to the corner with it. Whitey hides with Dee in the subway staircase. The two man force the gay couple to kneel on the memorial corner and the rifleman prepares to execute both men.)

Man: Hey fags, any last requests?

(The gay couple just spits in their eyes and give the men the finger.)

Man: Hell, you fags don't even know mercy when you see it. Why do we bother? You'd die naturally of AIDS anyway. No, you die here, on the grave of the fag bitch that ran around here.

Gay Man: She was straight, she knew what you fuckers could never understand. Love knows no color. The rainbow shines brighter than anyone you can think of, even Britney.

(The man readies the rifle. Whitey can stand no more and emerges from the staircase.)

Whitey: Morning, boys. Gonna have yourselves a little lynching, are ya?

Man: All fags must die before they rape and poison our children.

Whitey: Oh yeah, the rape myth. They said that about blacks once, and Jews after that, then they skipped the rape with the Arabs and just cut to murder. Well, they weren't true.

Man: Whose side are you on? (Points gun at him, allowing the gay couple to run away)

Whitey: Oh, look what you did, you let them get away. Kids today have no patience.

Man: You look calm for a dead man walking.

(Whitey kicks away the gun and then picks up and throws one of the men into a speeding cab. The other man lunges at Whitey but he moves away, grabs his arm and throws him over the railing of the subway station.)

Whitey: All aboard!

(Dee comes out of the stairway.)

Dee: I'm so sorry!

Whitey: What for?

Dee: Everything! God, we aren't even safe at home anymore.

Whitey: Fucking tourists, nothing major.

Dee: Yeah, I guess. Last week it was the Falun Gong.

Whitey: Those motherfuckers are STILL around? Damn, you'd think my Gina would have offed them just out of annoyance.

Dee: And they call us lesbians insane.

Whitey: If I was sane, you'd be dead. (winks)

Dee: I mean like real sane, not "American sane".

Whitey: What is that? That never existed. That's the beauty of New York and why it can't be conquered. They know that real sanity is impossible.

Dee: Utopia follows the LIE. It's on the new coat of arms for the district of Queens now.

Whitey: Utopia is Greek for no place, a place that doesn't exist. Gina taught me that. It kept me awake when Britney was taking root. I was weak for blondes but I loved Gina too much, and besides I was an outlaw by the time Britney caused any serious harm.

(The scene shifts to Grand Central Station. We see Manny there in a large green sweater and black pants, his hair slicked back, clutching his diamond ring in his left hand and a dozen roses in his right hand. He walks over to the ticket booth.)

Manny: Mr. Conductor, my girlfriend is coming in from a school up north, Connecticut.

Conductor: Harlem line or New Haven line?

Manny: She's coming from a school for immigrants, when is the next train from there?

Conductor: Oh yeah, the idiot express, 9:48 from New Haven. Get in line with the other morons looking for their catches.

Manny: Thanks.

Conductor: And get back on and get the hell out of New York, you fucking tourist!

(Manny waits in front of track 13, the special government train from Lindseyville. Meanwhile, Bouchard is with Rey Hernandez, leader of the Hispanic gang Los Metros, one of the most infamous and violent militant groups from the Bronx.)

Rey: So, ese, you say that los locos fucked up major this time and we can cash in.

Bouchard: Oui, we caused it ourselves. Had a little dope spree, and now that train will be full of models and there will be some disappointed idiots ready to snap.

Rey: Sí, like the hermano over there looking for the mamacita. Ay, will he be pissed. I don't care how much the little girl fucks with people, ain't nobody takes a girl away from a Latino and gets away with it.

Bouchard: I'd expect him to snap.

Rey: And we move in and get a new boricua. Man, and you say you work with who again?

Bouchard: Todd Carter.

Rey: Oh, crazy soldier guy from Brooklyn. He's got cojones grandes, mi amigo!

Bouchard: I prefer them with fromage myself.

Rey: (Laughs) I like you, even if you are a papa frita.

Bouchard: Here they come.

(The train arrives and about 400 men and women walk out of the train. All are dressed to the nines, the women in revealing but elegant dresses, the men in tight suits with button-down collars. They all look the same: the women are blonde and wink and strike poses for the people alongside, while the men have their hair done up meticulously but with enough intentional messiness to show their true masculinity. 10 men in suits smile in delight.)

Man: It's a trainload of models! The government wasn't kidding.

(Bouchard is stunned.)

Bouchard: I didn't expect the entire camp to require to be rewired to the point where everyone from that day entered the N stage.

Rey: Ese, you fucked them up good, 400 models. I thought the little puta having total control over the actors was a myth.

Bouchard: Looks like the government overcompensated. They don't like actors either, you know.

Rey: Lemme guess, ese, Britney may have nice chichis but she don't like too many babies sucking at them. Well, I guess it'll be a favor to that bitch but I ain't gonna wait around for another chance to put down 400 brain-dead fashionistas. (Chuckles)

Bouchard: Look, there's your new recruit.

Rey: Mira, man, he be pisssseeeeddd.

(The scene shifts to Manny frantically searching for Rosa. He goes up to every woman, but they all look the same, wink at him the same, turn and strut away the same, and blow a kiss at him the same. He calls her name, but there's no answer. Then he sees someone who looks just like her, but she just gives him a blank stare, this despite wearing the cross he gave her when he visited Mexico. He screams in his confusion and the New Yorkers are all too eager to explain. Manny refuses to believe at first but then he looks again at the woman he is certain to be his Rosa, especially since one of the modeling agents keeps calling her Rosie from Joisie. He runs and tackles the modeling agent, and Los Metros see their chance and run in with guns and knives after the models. The government agents from the train swoop in and we have a full riot on our hands- with Manny leading the charge from the opposite side. Bouchard laughs as he leaves.)

Bouchard: One down, 3 to go.

(10:45pm and most of the crowd is in place at Times Square and beyond. Todd sneaks away and enters the New York Times building, heading towards the roof. He is carrying a handheld missile pack. The large wall with thousands of tally marks tells him he's in the right place. He signals to the Mounties below that this is the right place and they deliver 20 crates of ammo for the new toy. Todd takes another to the roof. He cautiously approaches the woman with the gun from behind. He spies an airplane in the distance, readies the launcher and shoots down the large bomber surveying overhead. The woman looks behind her, pointing her shotgun. Todd smiles, puts down the launcher, and kicks it over to her.)

Todd: I figured you might be lonely, so I got you a new friend. You can get a year's worth of brainwashed in one shot. Year and a half if you get a 747.

(The woman shrugs and picks up the launcher and inspects it, talking to it flirtatiously. She then takes aim at a commercial jetliner heading toward Newark. Her shot is a little awkward, but it takes down the jetliner right over the Hudson so the wreckage is little more than added pollution to the toxic wall that separates America from Insanity. She shrugs and carves two letters in the launcher and goes down to her house. She whispers to her new friend that she will now have to take more time counting the bodies than hunting the brainwashed, but she just shrugs and takes out her knife and goes to work counting to 200. Then she remembers the crew and adds five more before going upstairs and resuming her hunting, not even realizing Todd was there. Todd walks away smiling at this scene, knowing she is too mad to be a part of the resistance but viewing her as a weapon instead of a person, and one that he just upgraded for the major battle. The scene now goes to the heart of Times Square where Phil and Al are with other gays and lesbians who escaped Texas.)

Phil: Wowie, I never thought there would be so many people like us here.

Al: I know. I'm so glad you made the official visit to NYU.

Phil: And now I can be the quarterback for a good program and still have you.

Al: Yeah, and this is like a great place, they know the value of a shotgun here.

Phil: Hey, it is. Can't wait until I announce this at the Easter Games. I don't care if they kill me.

Al: They'd just censor it most likely.

(Helen walks over to the couple)

Helen: Welcome to New York, boys. How's NYU's next quarterback? See, we make heroes out of our sports stars too.

Phil: Thanks, man. I don't even wanna go back to Texas, not even to finish school.

Helen: Harvey Milk High, right down on 14th. It's there for kids who need to finish school but come over here a little early. Just watch out for the principal, he is such a flirt.

Al: Thanks...

Helen: Hell, I went to school in Lubbock, and I was born in Indiana, but that was before they tried to kill all gays. Just so you know, there may be a big fight here today.

Phil: Damn! Well, I'll keep Al safe. Hey look, he dropped a quarter.

Helen: C'mon, every gay boy knows that trick. Have fun at the Easter Games. We'll protect you. Announce, see what happens.

(The scene shifts to another corner of Times Square, where we see Bree and Chris passionately making out on a bench. Terrell takes notice.)

Terrell: Heeeyyy there, I haven't seen a vanilla chocolate swirl since I was in high school. And that was me doin' the swirling!

Chris: Ummm, right, here's a dollar, get yourself a beer.

Terrell: Nahh, I already got enough pot. I'd offer you some but what you're doing is more effective in shutting up Channel 1.

Bree: Man, he knows a lot for a bum.

Terrell: You'll find that a lot here. So, don't let me stop you. Here, take some of these, you'll need them. You're gonna need lots of protection tonight. (He hands them two 45's and a box of bullets.)

Chris: Oh good, I thought that it was some other kind of protection.

Bree: Who says we don't need THAT also? (Giggles)

Terrell: Woah there, you look like you ain't even done with college yet! Man, you are here to stay, aren't you?

Bree: Just got into Fordham! Transfers from Cincy. We got tired of my Chris being called an organ grinder and being chased by the Klan because I love him.

Terrell: Wow, calling the cops the Klan, no wonder you got into Fordham. I shoulda brought you M16s instead. It's almost midnight, so you better get up and get fighting. I work with the resistance, there's gonna be hell tonight!

Bree: Couldn't be worse than when his parents found out that I was black. I'm lucky to be alive.

Chris: That's when we saved up to transfer over here. What's going on? It's like the world is run by TV.

Terrell: It's kinda like that, just keep loving each other and it'll be fine.

Chris: I thought you'd never ask. (resumes kissing Bree)

(It's now midnight, and all the couples prepare to kiss in Times Square. The government troops are closing in, taking the rooftops and readying to break the treaty. Todd makes sure this doesn't go unnoticed. As the last note chimes and all the couples kiss, the government tries to open fire but instead the gays open fire on them and a bloody skirmish takes place. The Gray Lady shoots down planes, the riot in Grand Central takes to the streets, fires erupt, and a battle larger than the Battle of Times Square erupts. The government lets the cameras roll, thinking they can show the barbarian nature of homosexuals but yet it is the government who shows its true colors, or does it? Todd leads the charge suddenly, right into a pocket of well-armed militants. Seeing this, Todd orders a retreat on television, right in front of the camera. A defeat shown that Ashlee cannot defend, live right in front of the people with the great hero cutting his losses and retreating the troops. Ground war always repulses the people. And so they walk away, and the treaty of Uniondale is safe for another day. Afterward Todd and Eva are talking.)

Todd: A retreat, they can't defend that. O'Reilly must be pissing himself right now.

Eva: Or just happy that he repulsed the gays and gave them cause. It works both ways, Todd. But it's time for war.

Todd: Yes, this is a war now. We'll set up headquarters here until tomorrow when I lay out the plan for the baseball season.

Eva: Ahhh, this sounds like the same way we overthrew MOSES, except, of course, we used soccer.

Todd: You are a great revolutionary.

Eva: You're not so bad yourself. Happy Valentine's Day, Todd. (She kisses him on the cheek as she walks away. Todd stares at her in surprise.)