Marty Burns, his long-dormant TV career resurrected by his heroic handling of snuff king Jack Rippen (Celestial Dogs, 1997), is in England to promote his new series. He thinks his biggest problems are segueing from Jack Rippen to still another series on Jack the Ripper and persuading somebody to put a bottle of British beer in the fridge. But a brick painstakingly labeled “Ultima Thule”--”the end of all things”--lobbed through the window of an Indian restaurant where Marty is peacefully eating lunch is only the first sign of larger-scale troubles: namely, a racist-neo-Nazi-skinhead-forces-of-indescribable-evil conspiracy to destroy the forces of goodness and thus ring in the Apocalypse. Can a frenzied tour of Britain’s most storied sites of mythic power--Canterbury, Tintagel Castle, Dwarfie Stane--keep the armies of darkness at bay? Menaced at every turn by yobbos, bigots, spies, and heavily armed underlings, Marty and the Third World friends whose cause he’s taken to his heart would be history if they weren’t rescued by a fortuitous stream of militant lesbians, midgets, and vodoun priests, with the occasional tzaddik and patron deities of several competing cosmologies for additional support. Mystery fans may share Marty’s feeling that they’ve paid for a John Woo action flick but gotten a Bulgarian art film with no subtitles (except, of course, for Marty’s trademark blather). But devotees of the supernatural-horror-comedy-mystery should be in seventh heaven.