PTI The Ending By Rocker aka The Director's Cut

The bubbles from the champagne lifted laboriously from the stem of the champagne glass. John looked through the opaque yellow liquid, out of the window of his hotel room. The world danced so much quicker to the rhythm of champagne, he thought. Dancing, dancing dancing...

Alexander looked on, while listening in an earpiece. Poor John Luc, he thought, so much money, so little life left. And in his ear was his wife. Crazy, poor, destitute, lost. From one man to another, he was there every step of the way. Love, they called it. The poets, the romantics, the prose masters who made him believe that one person who touched him so could make so much sense. But the harshness of life had taught him that love was as relevant as Latin. A beginning of everything, but dead, nonetheless. Daisy, my love, he thought, what a fallacy. And there, talking to her, was his daughter, Annabella. The child that a false love conceived. All he wanted for her was a good life. The purest of character, Annabella deserved the riches of John. As long as he kept his employer, John Luc, believing that Annabella was his daughter, Anna would inherit everything. Then he could let John Luc die.

Annabella stood in front of her mother. Her knees felt weak, like they would give way, but she held on. It was Daisy who fell. Her face hit the ground, but Anna didn't move. She tried to stand, but Anna didn't move. She was crying, but Anna didn't move.

Daisy, or Sara, as she once was known, or Alexis, as she was known before she met and killed the real Sara, cried. It was over, she thought. The inheritance, the life goal she built her life around. All of it was crumbling. She felt her side, felt the .45 with the silencer and contemplated killing everyone before she was forced to kill herself. Contemplated a death that warriors once believed in. Warriors like the Vietnam vet father that beat her and raped her. He was the reason for this. War and violence had twisted him. Why should she be the only one to suffer. She pulled out the pistol and watched Annabella finally fall with her, the barrel to her head, like she welcomed death.

Anna closed her eyes. She felt the cold steel on her head and her eyes closed, the memories of a false past fading in. The swingset Daisy, or Sara, or whoever she really was, pushing her while a man stood and laughed. The man they said was Inigo. The Inigo with a lost father. She had not known him, her grandfather, but Inigo wanted the best for her. He held her, he loved her. He kept her away from her mother when she was too drunk. He took her fishing. He taught her about life. Taught her about love. And then his scar on his forehead flashed. The same scar the jogger had. That man, that killer, that man who was protecting me....she smiled. She may die now, and she heard the click of a hammer being pulled back...but she would die knowing the truth.

Kites. That's what he saw. Kites outside the bars. OHHHHH, so pretty they were, Stan thought. Sam saw them too. But he was too busy crying. They hated bars, WHY THE BARS!!!! Stan slammed his head against the stone. It hurt, but he did it again and again and again and again and....

Kato's eyes opened. The darkness was gone now. Doctors walked the hallways outside his door, and he pulled himself up. The cold tile floor caused him to reflex at first, as he pulled the wires from his body. He walked out and nurses paid no attention. Why would they, he was the man in this town. The Sheriff in a southern oasis. The one thing that kept him going...Anna. He knew about her past. He knew who she was...that she could inherit it all. And along the way...he fell in love...

John fell. He hurt. His body hurt. Age had done this. Time had done this. Love had done this. A heart can only feel so much, he thought, as his body started giving way. Alexander came to his side. He held him. He had been so good, this man. He deserves it all. I wish, John thought, I wish I had known him before all this. John smiled, and touched Alexander's face. Alex let a tear fall...but only one. His face didn't show the emotion, as if that tear never existed. But John knew....he saw it. The crystal drop...in it he saw Paris...he saw New Orleans...he saw Rose dancing, Rose smiling, Rose laughing...Rose...and it all faded to black..."Anna" was all he could say...

"You don't deserve it." Anna opened her eyes and saw her mother staring at her. "You don't...I did all the work...you were a mistake..."
"Then kill me. My life is a lie. A joke. A con."
Sara blinked twice. She saw her eyes in Anna's eyes. She saw her determination in her. She saw her strength in Anna. She saw her life in Anna.
"Kill me" Anna said again. "My entire life...its all a lie. You made me a lie. And I should die now that I know the truth."
The hammer was pulled. It was all ready. Two bullets. One for he daughter, one for her.

But 'Sara' never felt the lead that filled her head. She never felt her gray matter split in two at the base of her brain. It was too perfect a shot. A shot from an assassin. But this wasn't an assassin. This wasn't a bodyguard. This was a Podunk cop in a Podunk town.

Anna watched as 'Sara' tried to smile. She was free, Anna thought, as Sara's body fell, then gun falling from her hand. And there, to her left, was Kato. Still in hospital gown. Still smiling. Still warm...He fell next to her. He held her. And behind him, the jogger, the assasin, the employ of John Luc, the man she knew as Inigo...Alexander : Her father.

"He's dead...your grandfather," There was a wink, and Alexander handed Anna the pendant and pin that would secure the inheritance she deserved. Anna stood up to hug him...but he stepped back. In China there was a missionary whose life was his charge. This selfish adventure was over...another awaited him. He blew his daughter a kiss and walked away...the fallacy of love, he thought...so fleeting...

Sam stumbled out of the broken bars....no alarm had sounded. Stan was dead. So much blood. He tried to put it back in the body but it was so messy. SO MESSY!!! And all Stan said was...GET THE PIN. IT IS OUR MONEY. MONEY!!! GREEEN!!! FROGGSSSSS!!! Sam liked Frogs...time to find that Pin. To get the frogs...Stan had died for it...too much blood. Stan lost so much blood. We need to get more...from the pin...from frogs??? And Sam took off....

And in a small room in a small house in a small part of Opelika a small girl sat in a chair and watched her false father die from the poison that killed so many before her....Her mother died and another was going to inherit what was hers...Lily knew that even though she was young...the time would come to get what was rightfully hers...so the blood that coursed through her veins told her.

"CUT!" Michel Gondry said. "PRINT!"

Dakota Fanning stood up from the chair and the hot lights that set the scene faded and the studio stage lights came on, a door opening and the sun blasting in as the crew clapped. Dakota did an exaggerated bow, laughing. John C. Reilly came up behind her and swung her around. This cast had been playful, enjoying the ride. And it translated on celluloid.

Rancette stood aside with LC, the producer, and Rance, now relegated to an exec. Producer.

"Do you think it'll play?" LC asked.

Rance shrugged. Rancette looked worried.

"Doubt it. Too many twists. This isn't a fucking Alias episode. This isn't a fucking feature." Someone said.

"Fuck it. I like it well enough. Why not, right? I told Kevin McCormick we'd have something good, and he approved the script. I don't see why Warners won't agree with the print. Shit, Michel will edit it all himself anyway. He's genius. It'll be sweet. Lorenzo thought it'd be good. And if DiBoniventura thought It'd be good, It'll be good." Rance said, assuring himself.

THE END.