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Fucking fuck you.

Hi, Mom.

Hi, honey. How are you?

I'm... I'm... I'm okay.

Good. Good. Are you at work?

Uh, yeah. It's, uh, kind of a busy day.

Oh, I wanted to tell you,

7th Heaven is playing on TCM tonight.

Mom...

I don't have cable.

Oh, shoot. That's too bad.

It's a great Janet Gaynor movie from 1927.

She's your... One of your favorites, right?

Janet Gaynor? Yes.

Since I was a little girl, I've always admired her.

So talented and beautiful...

Yeah. Well, I gotta get back to work.

Okay. I'm giving you a big hug over the phone.

Okay. Love you.

- I love you. Have a good week. - Bye.

- Bye. - Bye.

♪ You and I Tunneling beneath the skin ♪

Come on, you little sody pop.

It's swimming time.

♪ Pennies dropped in pickle jars ♪

♪ For an audience with the sky

Hey!

Hey, could you please turn your music down?

♪ Lipstick on teeth ♪

It's as quiet as it gets!

Thanks a lot!

♪ On a dead cameo of... ♪

Come here.

Oh, I love this song. Don't you?

I love this song.

♪ Where the cameras cannot see

Fuck.

♪ Beneath the surface ♪

♪ Where the lovers cannot breathe ♪

- Hey. - Hi.

Good to see you. Um...

It's for a role.

Oh, cool.

- Uh, come in. Come in. - Oh, thanks.

So, weirdly, I had an audition around the corner,

and I thought you might want to have lunch together.

- Oh. - You like sushi, right?

Yeah. Wow. Thanks.

Thanks.

What's that smell?

Um, well...

There are a lot of skunks around here.

- Oh. - In the woods

by the golf course, so, always spraying.

- Can't do anything about it. - Ugh.

- I love your poster. - Oh, thanks.

I actually saw him in concert, believe it or not.

Wow. Is that signed?

Yeah. Recently, actually.

I know a girl who knows his daughter, so, um,

it's her signature.

That's really cool.

Reporting live outside the Hollywood estate

of billionaire mogul Jefferson Sevence.

Sevence has apparently gone missing

after a late-night fishing trip

off the coast of Catalina Island.

- Witnesses claim to have seen him... - I can't believe it.

...returning to the mainland, and his car, a 1935 Duesenberg,

has yet to be located.

Jeff, I love you.

Your family loves you.

We love you, Dad.

Aww.

I know we're gonna see you again soon.

I know you're alive. I can feel it.

We're offering a $2 million reward

for any information that helps us find my husband.

I beg you for your help.

Please bring Daddy home.

Wait. What is that?

It's the neighbor's parrot.

Oh. What's it saying?

I'm not sure.

"Not a friend"?

Maybe.

- Hard to say. - Mmm.

My favorite issue.

Why this one?

Oh...

I found it in my, uh...

In my dad's tool drawer in our garage

- when I was really young. - Oh, yeah?

- Yeah. - Did you steal it?

Mmm-hmm.

I, uh... The girl on the cover

is the first thing I ever masturbated to.

Hmm. She's pretty.

I know.

First thing I ever masturbated to...

was probably a rerun of Charles in Charge.

Oh, my God. That's awesome.

Yep, I'm pretty cool.

- What are these? - Hey, no, don't! Don't!

Oh! Don't.

Don't. Don't. Don't look at that.

Okay...

Sorry. I, uh...

Come on.

Good dog. Good boy.

"Rotterdam"?

I don't think so.

What are you looking at?

That damn bird.

"Only I know the secrets of Silver Lake.

"In time, I will reveal the truth

"behind the mysterious crimes, murders,

"and disappearances within this cursed community.

"I have the answers, I will reveal all

"under the silver lake."

- Jesus. - Yeah.

Yeah. Do you know who writes that?

Yeah, a local guy. Strange, but nice.

Does he come in here ever?

Sure. I see him.

If I gave you, like, five bucks,

would you pass my number on to him?

- I don't know. - Come on.

I like his work and would like to meet him.

It's... You're just passing on a number.

It's not...

Okay, sure.

But I don't need your $5.

Hello.

Hi.

Oh, look at that, Coca-Cola.

This nice man brought you a treat.

Can you say thank you?

That his name, Coca-Cola?

Yep, dependable as sunshine.

Is that a Coke slogan?

Yeah, an old one, I think.

My great-grandma used to say it.

She was a pretty smart lady.

What kind of dog do you have?

Oh, um...

My dog died recently.

Oh. I'm so sorry.

Thanks.

Well, it was nice meeting you.

Yeah. Yeah, nice to meet you.

Um, do you wanna come in for a minute, have a drink?

♪ Black hair Blond remorse ♪

What?

♪ Exploring where the cameras Cannot see ♪

I saw you spying on me earlier.

No, I wasn't.

At the pool.

- Were you masturbating? - No.

No.

Well, it's not that strange. I masturbate.

Me, too, but...

- Doesn't everybody? - Yeah.

Well... I was just looking.

Okay. I believe you.

You wanna get stoned?

Yeah. Sure, yeah.

I think this is it, kids.

Great big room full of nothing but rich millionaires...

and us.

That's pretty. What's that? Is that, uh...

Is that engraved?

- Yeah, from an old boyfriend. - Oh.

"Old" boyfriend.

- Mmm-hmm. - Hmm.

Do you like my tattoo?

Is that real?

No, it's temporary,

from a pack of gum.

Oh. Thank God for temporary.

Do you like that, monsieur?

Comme ci, comme ça.

That guy is really the end of the line.

I still think he's kind of cute.

Who is he?

I know you think this is gross.

But when I was sick in grade school,

I... I ate my saltines and not my chicken noodle,

and then I took a sip of OJ, and it was delicious.

It's like one of those undiscovered,

unknown combinations...

that no one should die without trying.

Hmm.

Sarah, we're home,

and we brought somebody.

- Okay. - Do you wanna...

Hey, do you wanna go to the bar and get a drink?

I should probably call it a night.

- Um, really? - Yeah.

Just one drink. I mean, I don't want to go home right now.

Um, not tonight,

but come over tomorrow afternoon. We can hang out.

It's cute, huh? Isn't that cute?

Look at this.

Look.

What do you think?

Oh. Oh!

Whoa. That is weird.

Little late in the summer for fireworks, isn't it?

Leftovers, I guess.

Yeah.

Okay.

- Good night. - Good night.

See you tomorrow?

- Good. - Okay.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Write my name on this car.

This is a mark you cannot erase.

Oh, man.

Oh, my gosh.

All right, come on. Let's go.

Ahh! What... Shit!

What the hell, man?

Everyone in Los Angeles is wondering,

"Where is Jefferson Sevence?"

This man has literally been

the face of the city for decades,

through his charity work,

his death-defying daredevil antics,

his Hollywood production company,

the New Year's Eve telecast,

his public appearances at award shows,

the Rose Parade,

and the list just goes on and on.

"Silver Lake and the east side of Los Angeles

"were originally built around the silent film studios.

"Back then, the area was known as Edendale.

"In 1978,

"a Silver Lake resident

"discovered a can of film in his basement.

"In the movie, a young man holds a note in front of the camera.

"It reads, 'No one will ever be happy here

"'until all the dogs are dead.'

"He then shoots himself in the head with a pistol.

"The man was an aspiring actor

"who saw himself as the next Douglas Fairbanks.

"He was said to have been jealous of animals,

"specifically citing a deep contempt

"for Teddy the Wonder Dog.

"He resented the dog's success

"and blamed all dogs for his failed life.

"This author believes

"the suicide of this obscure and failed actor

"might be the origin or impetus

"for the modern-day dog killer.

"Is Edendale cursed?

"For now, the answers remain hidden

"deep below the surface,

"under the silver lake."

Under the silver lake.

- Why don't you take it over to the dog pound? - The dog pound?

What do they do over there?

They feed 'em and take care of 'em till their owners arrive.

What if their owner don't show up?

- I think they gas 'em. - Huh?

You ain't gonna take it to the dog pound, are you, Pa?

What the fuck.

They moved out.

How does that not make sense?

Who moves out in the middle of the night?

They wanted to leave.

They forfeited their deposit, paid the lease.

They moved out. Nothing strange about it.

I don't understand why she didn't tell me.

Well, I don't know.

Maybe she didn't like you.

Maybe she knows you're poor and haven't paid your rent.

Maybe she doesn't want to date a homeless man.

Speaking of rent, this isn't personal,

but I want you to know you'll be forcibly removed

if you can't pay in the next four days.

Yeah, I... I couldn't... I couldn't even find her online.

Huh.

- That's weird, man. - I know.

- What are you gonna do? - Not sure.

Have you heard about these dog killers?

Um, there's more than one?

Who knows? It's just...

It's creepy as fuck, right?

I mean, it's bad enough to get mugged,

but then you gotta watch some dude stab your dog

right in front of your eyes? I mean, it's traumatizing.

Yeah, totally. Yeah.

Ow!

Fuck.

Oh.

Fuck.

Welcome to purgatory.

Good to be here.

Needed some time to think about things.

Use it wisely.

"All these holy trinities of women

"thriving like plants under the heat

"of the city's male gaze.

"Three, three, three..."

♪ Exploring where the cameras cannot see ♪

♪ You and I beneath the surface ♪

♪ Where the lovers Cannot breathe ♪

♪ Turning teeth ♪

♪ Turning teeth ♪

Jesus, we love you!

♪ Turning teeth ♪

♪ Turning teeth ♪

Is Jesus still here? Did he leave already?

I'm not sure.

He's with one of the brides, I think.

- Romantically? - Probably.

Sure does seem to be making his way through all of 'em.

One bride at a time.

He's a romantic.

You don't become a bride without fucking Jesus.

If he wasn't so handsome, he'd never get away with it.

Blessed by his holy father, I guess.

Hey, do you know... Do you know this girl?

Do... Do you know where she is?

Hey, fuck you. Seriously.

Get the fuck out of here.

It's the ladies room.

Piece of shit. Asshole!

We thought about naming ourselves Jesus and the Brides of Frankenstein,

'cause there's just so much vampirism in pop culture,

we were worried the whole Dracula thing might be a little tiresome.

Yeah, I can see why you'd be worried about that.

What are you doing here?

- Hi, Allen. - Hey.

Nice to see you.

Is that a woman's blouse?

- Guess so. - Okay.

What are you doing? You working?

Yeah, of course. How 'bout you?

Yeah, working, thinking about things a lot.

How does the world work?

Why we're swimming on rooftops

when there's an ocean right over there?

Well, I don't have any answers.

- Who does? Nobody does. - Hey, do you know a...

A redhead and a blonde and a brunette

that drive a white convertible Rabbit?

No, but I'm looking forward to meeting them.

Well, I'm trying to...

I'm trying to see if I can track 'em down.

I like that dress. Hi.

Hi. Thanks, Allen.

Oh, my God. Take a look.

- Isn't that Millicent Sevence? - I think it is.

What is she doing here? Isn't her dad kidnapped or something?

Oh, that's not a very classy move.

Well, it's hard to know what a...

What a person might do when they're in pain.

I'm doing a secret solo show tomorrow at Hollywood Forever

- if you want to come. - Yes, I'd love to.

This is your ticket.

Don't eat or break it. If it's missing anything,

even a crumb, they won't let you in.

Thank you.

I'm doing a secret solo show tomorrow...

- Oh, my God. - What?

Looks like they found Millicent's dad.

Hmm? Really?

His body was burned or something.

He's dead?

Yeah.

Does she know?

Hello.

Hi. Uh, one of the guys at the bookstore

gave me your number. He said you wanted to talk to me.

Oh, shit. Yeah, hi. Uh...

Uh, yeah. I... I read your zine.

I wanted to ask you some more questions about it.

Is... Is there a good time for us to meet?

Sure. Of course. Um,

I'm actually drawing all day tomorrow.

I'm finishing a new issue of Under the Silver Lake.

You're welcome to stop by the house.

Uh, well, you want to text me your address?

Yeah, I can do that.

Okay, great.

Great. I'll see... I'll see you then.

- Okay, bye. - Okay, bye.

Fuck!

Ahh!

We're looking at footage

of the crime scene discovered earlier tonight.

The burning car, a 1935 Duesenberg,

was spotted by a resident

who immediately called authorities.

Now, it's hard to believe, but the LA Police Chief

has confirmed that the remains

are those of Jefferson Sevence.

As we reported earlier,

Sevence was found dead in his car

with the bodies of three women believed to be prostitutes.

In addition, some unnamed sources have leaked

a very odd detail about the case.

Apparently, the remains of a dog,

a breed known a Bichon Frise,

were found in the purse of one of the victims.

This has officially become a very grisly

and puzzling murder investigation.

I'm joined now by...

Fuck.

"Who is the Owl's Kiss?

"The Owl's Kiss is a lost legend of folklore,

"just as terrifying as the Wolfman

"or Frankenstein's Monster.

"She is a woman who arrives in the night

"through windows and locked doors, naked,

"except for her mask of taxidermied owl skin.

"She seduces men and women alike,

"killing them in their sleep.

"This beautiful specter is responsible

"for dozens of deaths within the Los Angeles basin,

"though she has yet to be mentioned by mainstream media.

"Theories abound as to her motives.

"This author believes she may be a member

"of a long-standing American cult,

"with origins in trade and finance.

"It is the unlucky soul who finds himself

"the recipient of an owl's kiss."

What a bunch of horseshit.

Oh...

Can't believe Jefferson Sevence is dead.

Seems like every year, more and more celebrities

and people I grew up with keep dying.

Dick Clark, Elizabeth Taylor, Johnny Carson.

Everybody dies,

even those people we think are gonna be here forever.

What were those pages on your nightstand?

The ones with all the scribbles?

- No, it was nothing. - No, tell me. I want to know.

Well, have you ever heard about, um, old record albums

having Satanic messages in 'em if you play 'em backwards?

Sure.

Well, I was watching Wheel of Fortune,

and I noticed that Vanna White did this

little pattern of glances every so often.

She would look straight ahead,

to the right, to the left, and then back again.

I was like... I was just... I started to wonder.

Is that random? Is there a reason?

Like a pattern behind it? And if there... If there is,

maybe there's something meaningful in that pattern,

so I just started taking note of when it happened.

Past seven months. I got a complete record.

And just... I've just been thinking.

Why do we just assume that all of this infrastructure,

and entertainment,

and open information that is beaming all over the place

all the time, into every single home

on the planet, is exactly what we're told it is?

Maybe there are people out there who are more important than us,

more powerful and wealthier than us,

that are communicating things and seeing things

in the world that are meant for only them and not for us.

I think it's fucking ridiculous

to assume that media has just one purpose, right?

Mmm-hmm. Yeah.

Oh, you think that's weird.

- A little. - Okay.

You don't ever think that maybe rich people

know something that you and I don't?

Like... Like good restaurants, maybe.

Eh.

Look, don't take this the wrong way,

- but you smell so bad. - Yeah.

And I... I think I should get going.

Okay. Well, thanks for the juice.

I'll be back when the smell goes away.

Now Vanna White.

Vanna is from Atlanta,

and she is...

a professional model.

Come on in!

The water's so refreshing.

Oh!

Ugh.

It's really creepy, huh?

Yeah.

I don't even walk my dog anymore.

We use a litter box.

Ugh. What's that smell?

Oh, I don't know.

- I smell it, too. - Oh, God. Ugh.

Ugh.

What the... Fuck!

Hey, that's my car! Hey, please, you can't take my car!

- You... Please. - It's my job, man.

You can't keep it if you can't make the payments.

- Hey. - Hey.

Come on in.

Thanks.

- You want a beer? - Yeah, please.

Hot day. Cold beer.

What are these masks?

They're life masks.

What's a life mask?

Um, it's a resin casting of famous people's faces.

They're... They're all real,

and true-to-life representations

of these amazing people.

Oh.

Most of them are from film productions.

Some were cast by sculptors for statue construction,

like Lincoln's.

That's his real face?

And this is, um, Johnny Depp,

next to...

Grace Kelly.

Mmm.

I really need to get a family,

so I have somebody to leave these to, right?

I mean, these people, they...

They need to be remembered.

Stay quiet.

- What? - It means, "Stay quiet."

It's a hobo code.

- Really? - Yeah.

Hobos and rail riders used it a lot in the 1930s.

Here. Take a look.

They used it

to let people know who was cool, who wasn't,

what houses offer food, if there was a doctor in town

that might be sympathetic to travelers, that sort of thing.

Okay. So why is it in Sarah's room?

And who were they telling to be quiet?

I don't know. Maybe you.

There's been this rash of, uh,

lost and found signs

for dogs, humans,

musical instruments,

over the past two years.

Something really big is going on. I know it.

And you think any of this could be connected to Sarah?

Of course.

I mean, it could be a lot of things.

Um, sex and drug trafficking, the Cult of the Whale,

the Dog Killer. I don't know.

Lately, I just assume that

the Owl's Kiss has something to do with everything.

I'm not so sure about that.

Do you have a dollar bill on you?

- I might. - Okay.

- Mmm. - Yep.

Here. Take a look.

That's the sign of the Owl's Kiss, right there,

on every dollar bill in this country.

With every transaction, we enter a pact to live by her law.

Any household that eats, lives, or trades

under her eyes, is subject to her jurisdiction.

Our world is filled with codes,

pacts, user agreements,

subliminal messages.

They're here.

Here, here.

Words and symbols hidden in print advertising,

sexual innuendo connected with corporations.

Ideologies you assume you adopted through free will,

but are actually the result of hidden messages.

Okay, so what if there are messages

that aren't subliminal,

but are meant only for certain people?

Of course. That's as common as tits and hamburgers.

What's with all the cameras?

I'm trying to protect myself.

You know how many people have died from the Owl's Kiss?

No, I don't.

Well, I got the place all wired up.

Nobody gets in here without me knowing, right?

Oh!

Ah, here it is. Here it is.

I got it. I got it. I got it. I got it. I got it.

I bought this from another collector five years ago.

I'm convinced that map is the key to everything

I've been searching for my whole life.

Seriously?

Seriously.

Well, I think all you had to do

was mark down where the characters were hiding,

and then send in this contest card right here.

Nah, it's not about the Space Stone toys.

It's the map. It's geographically to scale.

From Silver Lake to the Hollywood Hills.

It is guiding me somewhere important,

and one of these days, I will crack it.

Hey, man. Where's your car?

Oh, it's in the shop

getting repainted from all the graffiti.

I told you.

That's what you get for driving a cockmobile.

I like my car.

Yeah, well, I like my cock,

but I don't have to compensate for it.

Where the hell'd you get something like that?

Where you get everything, Amazon.

Check it out, man.

It's Silver Lake from above.

Oh, there's a good one.

I been, like, scouting out these houses.

I swear to God I think this chick used to be,

like, a lingerie model or something.

It's like, insane body.

I mean, you know, you gotta be patient.

You ever feel like you fucked up

somewhere a long time ago,

and you're living the wrong life,

like a bad version of the life you were supposed to have?

Come on, man, you're fine.

I used to think that I was gonna be someone that, like...

Like, people cared about.

Like, maybe do something important.

Fuck, man.

Everyone thinks that.

You know, it's narcissism and entitlement 101.

I feel like somebody's following me.

Yeah, probably.

Honestly, who's not being followed these days?

I mean, I'm... I'm feeling that a lot lately,

like even before all this craziness.

That's the modern persecution complex.

Who need witches and werewolves anymore, right?

Now we have computers.

I swear to God, at the very least,

the entire population

is suffering from mild paranoia.

See, our little monkey brains,

they're not comfortable knowing that they're all

interlinked and routed together now in some kind of

all-knowing alien mind-hive,

and that shit is a straight-up cesspool for delusion,

for fear... Oh!

Looks like somebody's home.

♪ Come with me ♪

♪ And you'll be ♪

Oh...

♪ In a world of pure imagination ♪

You're sick.

I'm gonna take off. I'll see you soon.

Yeah. Be careful out there, buddy.

I think it would have gone further, but her mom came home.

She realized that I had a boy in the living room,

so she actually closed the door to the den

to give us some privacy.

Then did anything happen?

I finally gave up, and we just watched cartoons.

Can I get one?

No.

Man, bummer.

You're such a dumbass.

Okay, will you shut up? I'm trying to watch the movie.

Yeah. I want to see my close-up.

You really shouldn't be over here very long.

Boom, there it is. I'm impressed.

That's the biggest forehead I've seen in my fucking life.

That's amazing.

All right. One cigarette, and we gotta go.

Movie stars.

- Yeah. - Yeah, the big screen, boom.

Hey, are you the girls in the movie?

- Yeah. - Yeah, that's us.

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

Do you like the movie?

Um...

I just got here, so I...

But it seems like a nice movie.

You smell that?

Smells like skunk.

And pot.

Lot of skunks in Los Angeles, especially on the east side.

We gotta bounce. Let's go. Let's go.

- Nice to meet you. - Yeah, come on. Let's go.

Oh. Bye. Nice meeting you. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.

I'm gonna get that ass.

You know I'm gonna get that ass. Come here!

Gotta take a bite before I can let you in.

Thank you, everyone, for coming.

I'd like to dedicate this first song

to the man who taught me everything I know.

This song is for Jesus.

♪ Those schoolgirl days ♪

♪ Of telling tales ♪

♪ And biting nails are gone ♪

♪ But in my mind ♪

♪ I know they will still live on and on... ♪

Records. Records. Records.

♪ But how do you thank someone... ♪

Records.

Thank you.

Records. Records.

Hi.

How you doing?

Work is good. Just floating along.

Yeah, I get it. Jack and Coke, please.

Hey, did you find those girls you were looking for?

Uh, no, not yet.

Mmm-hmm. I'll keep an eye out. Three hot girls in a Rabbit.

Yeah. Hey, have you noticed anything, like, um,

strange happening in this group of friends...

- Well, that's... - ...out of the ordinary?

That's kind of an everyday thing.

Right, yeah, but I just mean,

I guess, I mean, like, extra strange?

Last week, I hooked up with this chick.

- Thank you. - She was fucked up out of her mind,

but she said some weird stuff about Jesus and the Brides.

Like what?

That there's a message in the music.

A secret message?

Mmm-hmm.

So what did it say?

I have no clue, dude.

Who's the girl?

- Just one of the many. - Right.

Crazy makes for good sex. You remember that.

♪ The time has come ♪

♪ For closing books ♪

♪ And long last looks must end

♪ And as I leave ♪

♪ I know that I am leaving... ♪

I liked your dance from last night. It was great.

- You saw that? - Yeah.

Could you buy me one?

Mmm-hmm.

Excuse me. Can I get one more, please?

- Sure. - Thank you.

- Thanks. - Yeah. Um...

Hey, can I ask you a... question?

Yes.

Uh, you ever see her around?

Sarah.

Yeah. You know what happened to her?

Come with me. Come on.

- Where we going? - Basement.

Records.

♪ With love ♪

Come on.

It's old music night at the Crypt Club.

I didn't know her very well, but she was around.

Saw her at parties and shows and stuff.

I don't know what happened to her,

but I can tell you it had nothing to do with my friends.

We're just enjoying our world,

enjoying our bodies,

enjoying our music.

I heard there's, there's some kind of code

or, like, secret message in their music?

I'm pretty sure that's not true.

Jesus wouldn't hide a message in a message.

There's nothing to solve, you know?

It's silly wasting your energy

on something that doesn't matter.

We have this tiny, little window

where we can have fun,

fuck, be free.

Life is too short, right?

I want to dance to this.

- Come on. - I don't know this song.

Come on.

We should fuck!

Yeah.

What's wrong? What's wrong?

Okay.

Feel, real... Feel really strange.

Jesus.

How much of that cookie did you eat?

All of it.

Shit. I'm sorry. Sorry.

Fuck.

Hey...

Hey, hey, hey! Hey, wait!

Hey! Wait!

Wait!

Wait!

Wait.

Hey!

Hi, Mom.

Hello. I'm so glad you picked up.

I have good news.

Remember I told you about that Janet Gaynor movie?

Mmm-hmm.

Well, I taped it for you,

and I'm gonna send it in the mail,

but I wanted to make sure you had a VCR.

Oh, yeah.

I got a machine.

It's just not hooked up, and...

But if you send me the tape, I can watch it.

Oh, good.

I just thought it would be something nice to share.

She's so lovely.

I... I feel connected to her.

Is that silly?

No, Mom, that's not silly.

Well, I won't keep you.

I know how busy you are, but I love you.

I love you.

- Bye. - Bye.

Hey, man,

you really think you're gonna find

- a hidden message in a pop song? - I don't know.

I just remember being in my room when I was, like, ten,

and coming up with all these weird, little

codes and secret languages.

It's an entire generation of men obsessed with video games,

- secret codes... - Yeah.

...space aliens.

Fuck!

Used to be, hundred years ago,

you know, any moron could kind of wander to the woods

and look behind a rock or some shit

and discover some cool, new thing.

You know, not anymore.

Where's the mystery that makes everything worthwhile?

We crave mystery 'cause there's none left.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Hey, it's you.

Hey.

What do you do?

Nothing.

I mean for work.

Oh, God. All I'm ever hearing is what do I do for work

or, "How's work?" "Where's... Where do you work?"

"Work... Work good?" "You working hard?"

- People have to work. - What about you?

You... You're in movies. Why are... Why are you, uh,

you know, doing this?

Yeah, I made one little indie movie

and barely made a penny.

Do you know how expensive it is here?

Yeah, I do.

Do you want a blow job from the supporting actress

Academy Award nominee from last year?

Call Shooting Star.

Wanna go down on the girlfriend of the lead

in your favorite sitcom?

Call Shooting Star.

Wanna fuck an "It" girl? It's not that hard.

You are a patron of the arts,

and I can pay my bills.

You gave 'em your credit card, right?

Uh-huh.

- Can I ask you something? - Sure.

I was wondering, last night at the cemetery,

who was that pirate-looking guy in the limo?

No idea.

You don't know his name?

No. He's anonymous.

You don't know anything about him?

Mmm-mmm.

Okay.

- Oh. - You got any food?

I know this girl.

- Really? - Mmm-hmm.

How do you know her?

Saw her at this party a couple years ago.

- Oh, yeah? - Mmm-hmm.

Did you talk to her?

No. That would have been impossible.

Why?

Mmm. She was in this glass cube

in the middle of the living room.

Was, like, some bad performance art, I guess.

Hmm.

And she was just sitting there,

wearing a Dalmatian fur bathing suit,

not moving, not making any eye contact,

and all these drunk old men were tapping on the glass,

and she wouldn't budge.

Who took you there?

Oh, some asshole producer,

you know, brought me and some girls as his dates.

Oh. What was his name?

I don't remember.

He makes those big action films

based on household cleaning products.

Yeah, I know who you're talking about.

Yeah.

So we get there,

we go through the gate,

and they check our IDs,

and...

And then we're just free

to roam around this luxury neighborhood,

to go in any house we want, any room we want.

There's food everywhere,

music, dancers, craziness.

Hmm.

It's this big open party, like, right out of Gatsby.

Wow.

So whose place was it?

No one ever really said.

It was weird.

But there was this one house,

the biggest house on the block,

this big stone mansion,

and we weren't allowed to go near it.

It's the only place off-limits.

Mmm.

And I heard some girls in the bathroom

talking about how it belonged to some songwriter.

Must have been some song.

Mmm, no shit.

♪ Oh, you and I ♪

♪ Turning like teeth ♪

♪ Sigh silently ♪

Yeah.

Okay. "You." One, two, three.

"All." One, two, three.

"Alone." One, two, three, four, five.

"You." One, two, three. Three.

"And." One, two, three. "I." One.

"Turning." One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Seven.

"Like" is four. "Teeth." One, two... Five.

♪ You, all alone You and I ♪

♪ Two of us Turning like teeth ♪

What's that?

Three.

One, two, three. "R."

Three.

One, two, three. "U."

Five.

One, two, three, four, five. "B."

Three. One, two, three. "D."

One.

Seven. One, two... Seven. "U."

"U." Nuh. "N."

And "W."

"T." And... "N." "N."

It's "Rub Dean's head now

"aitun er Newton."

"Rub Dean's head"

"and wait under Newton."

"Rub Dean's head, and wait under Newton."

"Rub Dean's head, and wait under Newton."

Okay. "Rub Dean's head, and wait under Newton." What the fuck does that mean?

Dean Martin. Dean. Harry Dean Stanton.

Dean Koontz. Richard Dean Anderson.

Dean of admissions. Dean Stockwell. James Dean.

"Rub Dean's head." "Rub Dean's head."

James Dean's head.

"Rub Dean's head."

"Copernicus,

"Galileo,

"Kepler."

Where are you?

"Newton." Okay.

"Rub Dean's head, and wait under Newton." Okay.

I saw you rubbing the statue's head.

Uh-huh.

Here. Put that over your eyes,

and I'll take you where you're looking to go.

Who are you?

I'm the Homeless King.

Really?

Yes.

Where are we going?

Just concentrate on walking, okay?

Some people don't realize this about themselves,

but, uh, you don't have a good smell about you.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday dear... ♪

Is that a dog?

It's a coyote.

It's not gonna bite me, right?

No.

Coyotes are blessed creatures.

If you ever find yourself alone with a coyote,

you don't run away.

You follow it, see where it takes you.

People think we own this land,

the streets, yards, and hills,

the houses and the caves.

Everything belongs to the coyotes.

They're just letting us use it.

Where are we?

You know I can't tell you that.

Sure. Of course.

Okay. Well...

Uh, this way?

It's a fucking bomb shelter.

- May I help you? - What's going on?

You friends or family?

Just know the guy, not very well.

The neighbor found him.

Committed suicide.

God.

He didn't seem suicidal.

Yeah. I spent two hours in the man's house.

There was something wrong with him.

Okay.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Allen.

Hey, sir. How are you?

Hey. I'm fine, mostly fine.

Um, I was wondering if you might know

how I can get in touch with Jesus?

I am the wrong guy to ask.

Oh, I mean the lead singer in the band.

Yeah, no, I'm fucking with you, man.

Uh, what are you doing right now?

Walking home.

- You play chess? - Not really.

That'll work. I'll be outside your place in ten minutes.

Just some cable TV actor who likes to have people around,

so he throws these chess parties with...

With hot chicks and guys who like to play chess.

Mmm. That is a terrible move.

Mmm-hmm.

- Be right back. - You sure you wanna do that?

Yeah.

What the fuck, man? I'm taking a shit.

Get the fuck off me.

Huh? Huh?

Why'd you put a code in the song?

What are you talking about?

- What are the tunnels for? - What?

Ow. Why are you hitting me?

Your song, Turning Teeth, there's a fucking code in it.

I need to know why you put it in there

and what the fuck it means.

Help.

Fucking tell me. Eh?

I don't know anything about a code.

How could you not know?

- You wrote the fucking song. - No, I didn't.

I wrote most of them, but not that one.

- Bullshit. - Honestly.

The label gave me a few songs to record.

The rest are all mine.

So, which songs did they give you?

Turning Teeth, Wire Mountain,

and Waltz of the Christian Shit Farmers.

That's all the hits.

There's no reason to belittle me, man.

All right, so who wrote the song?

They were delivered anonymously.

I... I got a call from someone at the label.

They said not to ask any questions,

but if I didn't record the songs,

- I'd lose my contract. - You're telling me

you don't know who wrote your own hit song?

He didn't give a name, no!

He just said it was an important piece of music by the songwriter.

"The" songwriter?

Yeah, the songwriter.

Hey. Hey. Hi.

What is it?

Uh, you remember that party you told me about,

a gated neighborhood owned by some songwriter?

Can you... Can you take me there?

Okay.

So how do you all know each other?

We're roommates.

We work together.

We're all Shooting Stars.

- You, too? - Yeah.

Didn't know you were an actress.

I was on a soap opera

between the ages of five to six months.

Come inside.

You wrote the song, Turning Teeth,

for Jesus and the Brides of Dracula?

And the codes in the music.

I found the tunnels and the bomb shelter.

Okay.

So what does it all mean?

Come and sit down.

Here.

Is that...

Is that Kurt Cobain's Fender Mustang guitar?

Oh, I don't know. Probably. I don't remember.

I have so many things.

Can I pick it up?

Well...

I don't always worry what the message is.

I just pass it along.

I slip it between the notes, hide it away

for people that know it's there.

You're saying you've done this before, codes?

I wrote the music your dad grew up to,

half of what you sang along to as a kid,

and I'm still doing it.

These teenagers are dancing to my music.

♪ I want it that way Tell me why ♪

You're telling me there's

hidden messages in old pop songs?

Movies, television shows,

everything you know.

Why?

That's pop culture, isn't it? Floats away like tissue paper.

I blow my nose,

I find a used Kleenex, I recycle it,

and there is your wedding song.

Here it comes.

♪ I wanna know what love is ♪

♪ And I want you to show me ♪

What are the tunnels for? Is there gonna be a war?

Oh, hell, I don't know.

I'm just trying to make a living,

earn a few dollars.

But you have everything.

No.

You know this girl?

Well, isn't she pretty?

♪ Earth angel, earth angel ♪

She was killed.

♪ Oh, won't you be mine? ♪

Along with Jefferson Sevence,

but I think you already knew that, huh?

No, I did not.

I don't care what's fashionable or cool.

It's all silly, and it's all meaningless.

I created so many of the things

that you care about.

The songs that give your life purpose and joy.

When you were 15 and rebelling,

you were rebelling to my music.

Uh-oh.

There's one you know.

And that song was not written on distorted guitar.

No, I wrote it here on piano,

somewhere between a blow job and an omelet.

There is no rebellion.

There's only me earning a paycheck.

I don't believe you.

Well, good, because the real message was not meant for you.

So, it's better if you just smile

and you dance and you enjoy the melody

because this ugly old man, me,

I am the voice of your generation,

your grandparents', and your parents',

and all the young people that follow you.

♪ I love rock and roll ♪

♪ Drop another dime in the jukebox, baby ♪

Aw, look at you.

Everything that you hoped for,

that you dreamed about being a part of

is a fabrication.

Your art, your writing...

...your culture is the shell of other men's ambitions,

ambitions beyond what you will ever understand.

That's funny to you?

Well, it's a little bit funny, don't you think?

Because I wrote this.

And I wrote this...

And I wrote this.

Stop it.

And I wrote this, too!

Stop it!

Who's paying you to write these songs?

Who's paying you to write these songs?

Oh, shit.

Ahh!

Are you crazy, you big idiot?

Look! You fools, you're in danger!

Can't you see? They're after you!

They're after all of us,

our wives, our children, everyone!

They're here already!

You're next!

No! No!

Oh...

Fuck.

Hi. I'm here to inform you that you have to evacuate

the premises immediately.

Oh...

This is about my rent.

Yeah. You haven't paid. It's...

Criminally overdue, is what it is.

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

Could I please just get a couple more days?

No, I don't think so.

Please? I'm... I don't have anywhere else to go,

and I'm... I'm really, really close to getting the money.

- I promise. - Listen,

I don't like this either.

Worst part of my job, okay?

Yeah, I understand.

I can give you one more day,

- but that is it. - Thank you.

If you can't pay,

I will not be the nice gal you see right now.

No, no... I want him out now.

Hey, I am handling this.

Don't be greedy.

Oh, I like your shirt.

He's a travel vagabond... Travel the entire world.

Mmm. Bring me along.

I'd love that. You could be my photographer.

Okay, that girl is the youngest woman

to ever write, produce, direct, and sound design

her own network sitcom.

How old is she?

She's 12, but she's clearly an old soul.

Honestly, she really captures the zeitgeist.

I don't think there's any adult

that could ever express the kind of deep understanding

that she has over her material.

Hey. How are you?

Good. Good.

I'm really glad to hear that.

Uh, this is my fiance.

- Hi. How are you? - Hi.

Congratulations.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Yeah, thank you.

- So, how's work? - Great.

Good.

Saw your billboard.

Cool. Which one?

There's more than one.

Uh, it's the one off Los Feliz right near the Bigfoot.

I'm really glad it's getting out there.

You know,

always working hard.

I just... I gotta keep trying.

Yeah, I mean, same here.

Well, it was really great seeing you.

You, too.

- It's beautiful, isn't it? - Yeah, it is.

You know who painted it?

No.

Gaynor.

It's Janet Gaynor, the actress.

Wow.

My mom likes her.

Yeah, I like her, too.

You know who I am?

Yeah.

I was friends with one of the girls

that was with your dad.

She was a really nice person.

Oh.

Been trying to find out what happened to her.

Really?

Well, do you know anything?

So, what do you think it all means?

Not sure yet.

Can't... Can't quite see it,

but I... I'm close, I think.

Oh, God.

I don't think we should be walking around here at night.

I think we're safe. We... We don't have a dog with us.

Yeah, but anybody who could kill a dog

wouldn't think twice about killing a person.

Not sure that's true.

So, you a cat person or a dog person?

It's hard to say.

I got bit by my grandparents' terrier

when I was a kid, so I...

I guess I'm a little bit afraid of 'em.

Oh, God, that's awful.

Ahh! Hey.

Got a little change?

No. No. No. Sorry.

No money to spare, huh?

Does the lady know you're cheap?

Fuck you.

Ugly-ass piece of shit, worthless trash!

Motherfucker! You're more broke than I am.

Fuck you!

Come back here and sit down next to Papa.

I'll shit in your mouth, asshole.

Fucking dickwad piece of shit.

I know it's not okay for me to say this,

but I... I fucking hate the homeless.

Everybody says we need to take care of them,

but I think they're fucking bullies.

- Poltergeists. - You mean ghosts?

Yeah. Yeah.

All they do is just float around on the edges,

on the peripheries, and watch people eating delicious food,

drinking beer, and falling in love.

They can't participate, so they get jealous,

and then they harass us.

Why don't you just give him a dollar next time?

Have you ever been in there?

- What? The reservoir? - Yeah.

Come on.

I think someone's been following me.

You kidding?

I wanted it to look like we're here to screw.

We're not?

I found this hidden in my dad's office.

H6 to G4. Like a chess move?

- Your dad played chess? - Yeah.

He did.

Get down. Get down!

"H6 to G4."

What the fuck are you saying?

"H6 to G4."

H6 to G4.

"NPM 1, 35 to 37."

NPM. NPM. What the fuck does NPM mean?

NPM. NPM. NPM. NPM.

NPM.

NPM. NPM.

NPM. NPM. NPM. NPM. NPM. NPM. NPM. NPM.

NPM. NPM. NPM. NPM. NP...

NPM 1.

Nintendo Power Magazine, issue one.

And 37. NPM 35 to 37.

35 to 37.

Okay. Page 35. 35, 36, 37.

Oh, my God.

A, B, C, D,

E, F, G,

H, I.

One, two, three,

four, five, six,

seven, eight. Okay.

H6, G4. H6, G4.

H6. Calm down. Calm down.

H6 to G...

One, two, three, four. G4.

H6 to G4.

What the fuck do I do with that?

- Marco. - Polo.

- Marco. - Polo.

- Marco. - Polo.

H6 to G4.

Ugh!

Oh, yes.

Fuck, yes.

Wow. My God. You were right.

You were right. Okay.

H6 to G4.

So that's the reservoir, and that's Mount Hollywood.

What the fuck is in there?

Hello.

Can I help you?

Yeah.

My friend Sarah was killed.

These three girls know something about it.

Why do you assume that?

I don't assume it.

I saw her taking things from Sarah's apartment,

and I found a... A hidden code in their friend's music,

- and I've been in the tunnels. - All right.

Please sit down.

Have some tea.

I found a...

I found a shelter down there.

It's some... Some kind of bunker

in case of a nuclear war.

It's not a shelter.

So what is it?

A tomb.

Was it ours?

They're tombs for kings, like me...

and Jefferson Sevence.

Why would Jefferson Sevence need a tomb underneath the city?

Cemetery not... Not good enough for him?

It's not about burial.

It's about ascension.

Not dying, being transported to another world,

somewhere better than this.

- Are you talking about heaven? - No.

I'm talking about something exclusive,

and real.

Our souls are going to be pulled from our bodies

and carried through this unfathomable amniotic sac.

We will be beyond this universe

living together like kings without limitation.

The pharaohs did it.

Great men throughout history have done the same.

Are you dying?

I'm about to be sealed in a tomb

with my beautiful brides,

and all of my worldly possessions,

and we are going to have delicious meals,

and wine, and television, and sex,

enough to last six months.

- And then you die? - No.

We wait to be ascended.

Only the richest of men

- can afford this ceremony. - Oh. Oh.

It's expensive to build a tunnel system

and keep it hidden.

But it costs much more to murder people

without being harassed about it.

Did you kill Sarah?

No one will find our chambers for a thousand years.

Future men will understand...

we were the modern kings,

rulers without statues or effigies.

She was here.

Oh, fuck. Is Sarah alive?

She might have ascended already. I don't know.

She's down there in one of those things,

one of those tombs?

With Jefferson Sevence?

Yes.

They found his body?

They found another man's bones mixed with

most of Jefferson's teeth,

some of his skin,

and all of the organs that he can live without.

That was such an angry thing to do.

What are you upset about?

I just want to see Sarah.

Well...

Why don't we see if we can get her on the phone?

They have a phone?

Incoming calls only.

We've had trouble in the past,

people getting scared, trying to get out.

She's trapped down there?

We wouldn't want to lose out on eternal life

just because we might have a normal physical aversion

to being buried underneath the earth.

We're only human.

Ah, fuck.

Hello. How are you?

Uh-huh.

Okay. Good.

Do you mind if I put you on video phone?

A friend of yours is here, and he wants to see you.

Great.

Hello?

Sarah, can you... Can you hear me?

Yeah.

Uh...

Uh, I... I've been looking for you.

Really?

You hardly know me.

Yeah, I know. Uh...

Are you annoyed at me or angry?

Oh, do I sound angry? Oh.

Well, no. I just wanted to know what happened to you.

Oh.

Uh, you really want to be down there?

Yeah.

You're gonna... You're gonna die down there. Um...

Is that what you want?

I'm gonna take this in the other room.

Will you hang it up when I get in there?

Sure.

Their chamber was covered in a mountain of concrete.

It can't be opened.

There's no reason to upset that girl.

Please be kind.

- Got it! - Okay.

Do you think I made a mistake,

coming down here?

May... Maybe.

Well, there's no getting out now,

so I may as well make the best of it.

Yeah.

Same here.

So...

How are you?

I'm not great.

Have you thought about getting a new dog?

No.

Might be good for you.

A little unconditional love.

Yeah, I'll think about it.

Well, I better get going.

I said I'd make dinner tonight.

I have a million things to do.

Okay.

Well, enjoy your dinner.

Take care.

Bye.

Last night, I had a vision of us

making love beneath the earth,

and then swimming together,

naked in a dark pool.

And that's when it happens.

Our bodies dissolve into light,

and every beautiful thought we've ever had

forms around us,

and carries our souls through space,

into another world,

and we're all just laughing the whole time,

because we know that nothing can ever be wrong again.

I wish you were coming with us.

This isn't a world that anyone with any sense stays in

or spends much time worrying about.

You're living in a carnival,

throwing little plastic rings at oversized pop bottles,

hoping to win a prize.

What are you gonna win?

A two-week vacation?

A new car?

A little money to retire on?

It's all just a shitty, sawdust-filled rabbit.

The things you care about

are useless where we're going.

How did you know I was here?

We smelled you.

Oh.

Oh, God.

Ah, fuck.

What happened to that man and those girls?

They're waking up right now in their ascension chamber.

So, what, now you're gonna kill me?

Do you know what you did wrong?

No.

We found these in your pocket.

Why do you have dog biscuits in your pocket?

I used to...

I used to like a girl that had a dog.

Hmm. When was that?

Like a long time ago.

Did she stop loving you?

Yeah.

Why do you have dog biscuits

in your pocket?

'Cause I was waiting for her to take me back.

I wanted to give the dog a treat and rub its ears,

just the way I used to,

and then everything would be good again.

You can go now.

Really?

Yeah.

You're not...

You're not gonna kill me?

I don't think so. We might.

I'm not sure yet.

But obviously,

don't mention any of this to anyone.

I won't.

Okay.

- Bye. - Bye.

Is that patchouli?

- No. - Hmm.

Hey, what is that bird saying?

I don't know.

Honestly, I always wondered, but I have no idea.

God damn it! What... Look at this! What is that?

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