Helicopters fly toward the observatory, searchlights scanning the ground.
Afrim and Slater pauses, wondering what’s happening.
Jiff stands up, holding onto the microphone cable.
A helicopter lands, and Terry Stricter and the studio guard step out.
Stricter parts some park bushes, and Bowfinger stands up.
“Well!” says Stricter. “It seems the paranoid — are sometimes actually being followed.”
“This film is only for Madagascar and Iran,” announces Bowfinger. “neither of which accept
American copyright or trademark law.”
Up on the observatory, Kit waves.
“Terry! Hi! I’m Keith Kincaid,” shouts Kit. “I saved the world! I saved it.” Daisy, hands on hips, shakes her head in frustration.