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bottom to it.

He'd come to like driving through it, though. Not when he had to get
anywhere in particular, but just cruising with Gunhead was okay. Now he was turning onto
La Cienega and the little green cursor on the clash was doing the same.

'Forbidden Zone,' Suhlett said. 'Herve Villechaize, Susan I yrell,
Marie-Pascal Elfman, Viva.'

'Viva?' Rydell asked. 'Viva what?' 'Viva. Actress.'

'When'd they make that?'

'1980.'

'I wasn't born yet.'

'Time on tv's all the same time, Rydell.'

'Man, I thought you were trying to get over your upbringing and
all.' Rydell de-mirrored the door-window to better watch a redheaded girl pass him in a
pink Daihatsu Sneaker with the top off. 'Anyway, I never saw that one.' It was just that
hour of evening when women in cars looked about as good, in Los Angeles, as anything ever
did. The surgeon general was trying to outlaw convertibles; said they contributed to the
skin-cancer rate.

'End game. Al Cliver, Moira Chen, George Eastman, Gordon Mitchell.
1985.'

'Well, I was two,' Rydell said, 'but I didn't see that one either.'

Sublett fell silent. Rydell felt sorry for him; the Texan really
didn't know any other way to start a conversation, and his folks back home in the
trailer-camp would've seen all those films and more.

'Well,' Rydell said, trying to pick up his end, 'I was watching this
one old movie last night-'

Sublett perked up. 'Which one?'

'Dunno,' Rydell said. 'This guy's in L.A. and he's just met this
girl. Then he picks up a pay phone, 'cause it's ringing. Late at night. It's some guy in a
missile silo somewhere who knows they've just launched theirs at the Russians. He's trying
to phone his dad, or his brother, or something. Says the world's gonna end in short order.
Then the guy who answered the phone hears these soldiers come in and shoot the guy. The
guy on the phone, I mean.'

Suhlett closed his eyes, scanning his inner trivia-banks. 'Yeah?
How's it end?'