Truman and Marlon are sitting on a park bench late one evening having a conversation. Little does Truman know that Christof, the executive producer of The Truman Show, is telling Marlon exactly what to say as this is an especially precarious situation. Christof has been forced to undergo severe budget cuts to The Truman Show and Truman is getting suspicious of the world around him.
"Marlon, can I ask you something?" Truman asks.
"Sure. Anything, Truman. You know I'm here for you." Marlon says repeating everything Christof is saying into his earpiece.
"Well, I can't help but think that the strange things that have been happening aren't completely natural. I don't know how to explain it. I mean, why is the sun out only two hours a day now? I mean all this scientific mumbo-jumbo they're telling us doesn't add up. And I mean it's not like god has an electricity bill to pay right?" Truman says chuckling.
"Yeah, that would be crazy." Marlon says uneasily.
"And also, half the town is gone. Just vanished. It's like they've all just been fired at a company going out of business. And the moment I started to ask around about it the news labelled it as the second coming of the bubonic plague. The airport is closed. All the bridges have since been closed. How on earth could the bubonic plague have gotten here?" Truman asked.
"Well," Marlon said repeating Christof's frantic explanation, "Maybe it went airborne."
"Why is no one at the hospital then?" Truman asks quickly.
"I don't know, Truman." Marlon says.
Truman and Marlon remain quiet for a while sitting and gazing skyward.
"Wait a second," Trumans says, "Where are all the cars?"
"Well it's nighttime, Truman."
"Well its nighttime 22 hours a day now. That's no excuse. Where are all the cars? I mean shouldn't they be in the driveways of all the houses?"
"Maybe they sold them. Can't be too careful, Truman. Money is important in these troubled times."
"This is bullshit." Truman says.
"Truman! There are kids watching!" Marlon yells.
"What?" Truman asks.
"What! I'm fired! Well fuck you, Christof! Suck my balls!" Marlon yells.
Truman looks especially scared.
"Marlon, what the hell are you doing!?"
Suddenly a booming voice appears from the sky.
"Truman! He has the bubonic plague! Get out of there! This is your conscience!"
Truman then pulls out a hand gun and points it to his head.
"This world is not real." Truman says.
He then pulls the trigger blowing half of his head onto the pavement in front of the entire world on international television.