I'll be stuck here, decaying like some Norma Desmond creature. While everything around me is new new new!
Sydney stands with the bottle and tops them both off.
You are a great actress, lassie. This city and it denizens are yours to do with what you choose. Almost everyone who can hurt us now is gone.
Even your idiot friend Omar had his taste of the peat. So we are left with only one last detail. A political problem. And I believe Duvane is taking care of it right now.
I don’t want Russ hurt. Or at least not too much...
We do what we must.
The door bursts open and Rachel rushes in. She’s weaving and slurring her words a bit, but mostly you notice she’s wearing very little, and wearing it very well.
Turn on the TV -- the whole LAPD is chasing some hybrid car down the freeway, and they say it’s Daddy!
Celeste wheels and slaps her hard.
I told you never to call him that!
Sydney aims a remote at the big screen on the wall and turns it on. On every channel, there’s the mayor’s Ford Escape, fleeing at high speed, the LAPD, sheriff’s department and a fleet of news choppers in pursuit. Celeste and Sydney watch, aghast. Rachel sidles up to her mom.
Sorry, Mommy, I won't say it again. I’ve never told anyone.
She puts an arm around Celeste's waist and lays her head on her shoulder, then nibbles at her neck. Sydney puts a meaty hand on Rachel's ass and caresses. She smiles dreamily at him -- one big, happy family.