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NARRATOR: They say
she's buried under a tree.

That her killer planted a sapling

to mark the place where he buried her

as a sign of his love and remorse.

(WOEFUL MUSIC)

But that's just a story

and no one really knows.

(WOEFUL MUSIC)

(BACKGROUND CHATTER)

Hello Louis.

My name is Detective Cardenas.

This is my partner, Detective Oslo.

You know what this is about, Louis?

Not really.

FRANK: Kaleem Roberts.

What about him?

He's dead.

No shit.

Where were you about
9:30 last night, Louis?

My house.

Watching porn.

HENRY: Why don't you
just tell us what happened?

In the porno?

He's funny.

You a comedian?

HENRY: Come on, Louis, this is serious.

If you say so.

Did Gabriella know Kaleem?

Who?

Your mother?

She's dead.

HENRY: Oh.

What happened to her?

Car crash.

Is she buried in Guatemala

or here in the US?

Here.

Gabriella seems like a good woman.

Yo, why you doing that?

HENRY: Doing what?

You know, just you're
talking like you know her.

Take a look at something here.

Kaleem.

It took five bullets to take him down.

He was really strong.

Gunpowder all over his skin.

Shooter got right next to Kaleem.

So close they coulda hugged.

Hey, how did you cut your knuckle?

Mailman on your block saw you and Kaleem

throwing punches yesterday.

You guys got in a fight.

LOUIS: No.

HENRY: Then how did you cut your hand?

I was helping my tio.

Fixing the car.

HENRY: What's your tio's name?

Oscar.

FRANK: Oscar what?

Suarez.

Tell us about Donna.

(LAUGHING) I dumped her last year.

This is bullshit, Hank.

It's a waste of time.

Donna's on her way over.

Everybody knows.

She dumped you for Kaleem.

Fuck you.

FRANK: I'm just saying, I mean,

10 people on the block
said so, it's not a secret.

Fuck that, man.

That must've really hurt.

Kaleem, your best friend.

Donna, your girlfriend.

Together.

Man, they played you.

Frank, come on.

We don't need him.

He deserves a chance.

FRANK: To what?

HENRY: To tell his story.

He deserves shit.

Frank.

(EXHALES)

Listen, Donna's gonna be
coming in a little while, mijo.

The DA's gonna take over
and you and me, we're done.

This is our time together.

There's not gonna be any other.

It's just you and me, here and now.

I know you're a good kid.

I can see that.

You were tight with Kaleem.

LOUIS: He lived on my block.

No, no, no, no, no,

he was over to your house all
the time when you were kids.

That was before.

HENRY: Before what?

Before.

My mother died when I
was just about your age.

It changes everything.

Hey, you think I'm stupid?

My mother died when I was your age,

what do you think I am, man?

Her name was Lorita.

You wanna hear something crazy?

Sometimes, I feel her.

It's like she's watching me, like she's...

Are you thirsty?

You ever feel like that, huh?

Like Gabriella's around you?

Sometimes.

Maybe.

Do it for her, Louis.

LOUIS: Do what?

Tell the truth.

I am.

Do you feel her here?

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

No.

She knows that you
didn't mean to kill Kaleem.

I didn't kill him.

Look at me Louis.

Look at me!

Gabriella is here.

She's watching us.

You and me, right now.

She saw you.

You can lie to me but not to her.

You didn't mean to kill Kaleem.

(WOEFUL MUSIC)

He laughed.

He laughed when I pulled a gun.

HENRY: And then what happened?

He said "Quit frontin'.

"You're not gonna pull the trigger."

HENRY: And then you shot him.

No.

HENRY: Yes.

- You shot him.
- No!

The gun shot itself, it wasn't me.

I didn't mean to, the gun shot itself.

Louis, where's the gun?

I'm sorry, Kaleem.

Fuck.

My god.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Where is it?

Where's the gun?

(ROCK MUSIC)

NARRATOR: Laura Valdez
Maldonado disappeared

on July 23rd, 1979.

Her apartment was the
scene of apparent violence

and was strewn liberally with blood.

But her body was never found.

In death, she was given the
nickname, the Brown Dahlia,

in morbid tribute to the
greatest unsolved killing

in Los Angeles history.

The Black Dahlia, AKA Elizabeth Short.

Short was killed in 1947,

her body found cut in sections
with surgical precision

and completely drained of her blood.

Laura's killing inverted Elizabeth's.

All blood but no body.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(APPLAUSE)

Holy shit.

What?

74 murder confessions,

that ties the LAPD record, Henry.

You didn't know?

Yeah, I knew.

Thanks a lot, guys.

Come on, let's go get some drinks

for this Mexican bandito.

Amen, let's get a drink.

- Yeah.
- Oh, no can do, hermanos, no.

Oh, come on, Hank.

Appreciate it, guys.

Well, seriously, it was
very nicely done, Cardenas.

Well, Rollins, coming from
you, that don't mean shit.

Hey, hey, I'm a heart patient, alright?

When you do break that record,
we're all taking you out.

Deal?

James, you are on.

Alright.

Enjoy your hike.

Hey.

(SIGHS)

What's up?

(CHATTER OVER RADIO)

Wow.

I mean, you really just
sliced and diced that kid,

didn't you?

He's just a kid, he's an open book.

Still.

Remember that reporter
I was telling you about,

the one who wants to do a story about you?

Yeah, and I told you that
I wanted to think about it.

Yes.

Well, it turns out that
she works at the bar

that we're all gonna go to.

Not tonight, okay?

(CHATTER OVER RADIO)

She really wants to talk to you.

I think you should go.

Last chance.

- Next time, alright?
- Alright, Jesus.

(MENACING MUSIC)

OPERATOR: 911, what's your emergency?

OLIVIA: There's someone in my house.

OPERATOR: What's your name?

OLIVIA: Olivia Renowitz.

OPERATOR: What's your address, Olivia?

OLIVIA: 734 Montague Street.

Oh my god.

OPERATOR: Okay.

What's he doing?

OLIVIA: He's walking
around, he's talking,

what the fuck?

OPERATOR: Do you know this person?

(MENACING MUSIC)

(CHATTER OVER RADIO)

(PHONE RINGING)

- Frank.
- Henry.

What's up, Frank?

Did you get a call about that stabbing?

Yeah, yeah, I heard something about it.

Bro, they find this guy two
blocks away, covered in blood.

He's all ours if we want.

I'm going on my hike.

(MUSIC THUMPING)

Henry, think.

You got a guilty, young
punk covered in blood.

We rope him in an hour, and
bam, two confessions in one day.

And not only that, my friend,

you also break that record.

You're really an asshole, you know that?

So, that's a yes?

(HELICOPTER RUMBLING)

Okay, yeah.

Oh, there he is.

(SIRENS WAILING)

I'll introduce you.

Hey, hey.

Hey.

Henry, this is Regina Parker.

This is the reporter I
was telling you about.

Of course, hi.

Nice to meet you, Detective Cardenas.

Henry, please.

I asked her to come along,

let her see what we really do.

I really appreciate the opportunity.

Yeah, well, it's not like on TV.

Let's take a look.

Oh, congratulations by the way.

I told her you tied
the confession thing.

Yeah, well, he talks a lot.

Yeah, he doesn't talk enough.

Alright.

Olivia Renowitz, age 33,

was renting the house.

Junior professor at Occidental College,

expert on Sumerian
civilizations, whatever that is.

It's Mesopotamia before the Babylonians.

Mesopo-what?

Iraq.

Oh, my brother-in-law was
over there for two tours...

What happened?

We don't know yet.

Something bad?

Yeah.

Oh.

What's your name?

Tracy DeLeon.

Oh, my name is Henry Cardenas.

How do you do?

Very well, thank you.

You live around here, Tracy?

There, we just got home.

Oh.

Tell me, were your mom
and dad here earlier?

I don't have a dad but
my mom was at my concert;

I'm in the choir.

Oh really?

What song did you sing?

We sang Somewhere Over the Rainbow.

Oh, I love that song.

Me too, wanna hear it?

You know, I don't have any
time right now but maybe later.

Okay, later.

(LAUGHING) Okay.

Hey, would you do me a favor?

Would you go back in the house
with your mom now, please?

Okay.

Thanks.

Come on, Tracy.

Bye.

(MUSIC BEGINS)

♪ If I was free ♪

♪ Would I be standing here today ♪

♪ Or would I just blow away ♪

♪ Nothing left to hold me down ♪

♪ If I was free ♪

♪ Would life lay heavy down on me ♪

♪ The way it does most every day ♪

♪ Such a sorry price to pay ♪

♪ I wanna run ♪

♪ Back to my old home when I was young ♪

♪ Some rope a plank, a tall oak tree ♪

♪ Bare feet, upside down, the breeze ♪

♪ If I was free ♪

♪ Free ♪

♪ A dreamer can lose ♪

♪ His grip and float away ♪

♪ And if I go too far ♪

♪ Will you call me back again ♪

♪ If I was free ♪

♪ I would rise up on the dawn ♪

♪ I could let bygones be gone ♪

♪ Walk through any open door ♪

♪ If I was free ♪

♪ I could face a world that frightens me ♪

♪ And I wouldn't look away ♪

♪ When my heart just had to break ♪

♪ A dreamer can lose ♪

♪ His grip and float away ♪

♪ And if I go too far ♪

♪ Will you call me back again ♪

♪ If I was free ♪

(WATER POURING)

You're pissed at me, huh?

You know I don't like reporters.

Oh, come on.

She's a glorified cocktail waitress.

Some artsy fartsy weekly.

Hey, you could have asked.

I'm asking now.

Reporters.

Hermano, when I say reporter,

you say cocktail waitress.

Come on, reporter.

Reporter.

Shut up, it's fine.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Ah, I'm sorry that took so long.

It's okay.

- You alright?
- Yeah.

Hey, can Regina ride with you,

you know, for the article?

Why not?

Thanks.

- We'll see you there.
- See you.

Good night.

Frank said you don't like reporters.

Well, some of them have
distorted things that I've said.

Well, I'll quote you a lot.

I like to let my subject
tell their own story.

That works.

I started off in uniform
patrol in Boyle Heights.

Did that for four years.

Before long, they moved me up to narcotics

and I was promoted into
Robbery-Homicide in 1993.

And you had a heart
attack two years ago?

Yeah, I had a double bypass.

REGINA: How did that affect you?

(LAUGHING) Hurt like hell.

No, but no, I...

I take a dozen pills a day.

I finally quit smoking.

And I hike five times a week.

And your family?

If you know I had a heart attack,

then you know I had a divorce too.

Touche.

Don't be shy, just
treat this thing like a,

like an interrogation, okay?

Oh god.

HENRY: Come on.

Okay.

What's the key to an interrogation?

Rule one,

keep 'em talking.

REGINA: Keep 'em talking.

Oh yeah.

Just, just keep words
coming out of their mouth.

It doesn't matter if it's
babble, you know, the weather,

football, their favorite film,

doesn't matter, just keep 'em talking.

So, keep 'em talking.

Keep 'em talking.

What's rule number two?

Patience.

You see, 'cause keep 'em talking means

that you go off topic a
lot, so patience is key.

But it all pays off when you
get that feeling from them.

REGINA: What feeling?

Remorse.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC)

OLIVIA: Oh my god.

OPERATOR: Olivia, where
are you in the house?

OLIVIA: I'm in the
bedroom, I'm under the bed.

OPERATOR: Alright, we're
sending a car over, stay calm.

OLIVIA: Oh my god.

Please just, please help me.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Did you guys make some headway?

It's so interesting what you guys do.

Yeah, well, the ladies love Hank.

HENRY: What do we got on our boy here?

Uh, no priors.

Fingerprints brought in
nothing in California.

We got three fake IDs
though in his wallet.

Here, have a seat.

He seems calm.

Yeah, well, they start out that way.

Until they meet the master.

So, you are a killer writer, seriously.

I mean, I'm very impressed.

Shall we?

Why don't you start out first, solo?

And I'll hang here, we
can kinda watch you.

HENRY: Excuse me.

So, I really wanna hear
more about your process.

I'm Detective Cardenas.

How long will I be here?

Are you in a hurry?

Well, as a matter of
fact, I was on my way to...

Yes?

A meeting.

Well, we'll go as quickly as we can.

You've been read your rights, correct?

Yeah, seriously Detective,

I'm just curious why I'm here.

You were caught about four blocks away

from a stabbing murder

and you were drenched in blood.

Have we met?

And inside your wallet,

Kevin Polsworth, Marty McGuire,

- Vince Marins.
- Vincent Marins.

HENRY: Vincent Marins,
is your real name?

Correct.

Seriously Detective, why am I here?

To tell you the truth,

angry young men covered with blood

are a real reason for concern.

You and I are here, so be it.

No two way mirror, eh?

In the movies, there's
always a two way mirror.

So, your real name is Vince Marins.

Vincent, from the Latin.

Vincere

To conquer.

I'll tell you what, Vincent.

We ran all of these IDs

and they all came up fake,

even Vince Marins.

Where'd you get your IDs?

I know a guy.

Did you know Olivia too?

VINCE: Olivia?

Olivia Renowitz?

Were you at the Roman
Antiquities Show at The Getty?

Olivia Renowitz.

You knew her, didn't you?

No.

But I was hoping to meet her.

You think I killed her, right?

I know you did.

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

You speak Spanish.

The language of Cervantes is a favorite.

How many languages do you speak?

I don't remember.

HENRY: You don't remember?

Well, some of them are dead languages

like, oh, Aramaic?

You speak Aramaic.

It's quite seductive, eh?

You're a Tower of Babel.

I know, I know, it sounds pretentious

but my entire life, I
just absorb a language.

Then I speak it and once I
do, I can never forget it.

Words stay in my skull like
some intricate beehive,

buzzing and buzzing

and sometimes they rise
up and swarm like locusts.

Once in Syria, I saw a swarm of locusts.

You feel them first.

Static on the hair of your forearms.

And then the sound,

strange buzz that grows and grows.

And you stare when you should run.

The daylight fades and in
two minutes, it's midnight.

And suddenly it hits you.

It stings.

And you're swimming in the locusts

and then drowning in them.

HENRY: And after?

They're gone.

HENRY: You've traveled to Syria.

Not recently, before.

HENRY: Before what?

Before tonight.

Listen, Vince.

When the lab results come back
on the blood on your clothes,

the DA's gonna step in and
you and me, we're done.

This is our time together.

A moment in infinity.

I want them back, by the way.

- Want what back?
- My clothes.

And please, don't wash the blood off,

I want them as they are.

Why is that?

As souvenirs.

Usually keep souvenirs, Vince?

No, but Caesar did.

The daggers at the show
were inaccurate, FYI.

Daggers?

At the Roman Antiquities Show.

The ones they used to kill poor Julius,

those were actually carved
from elephant tusks.

Those pompous politicians loved ivory.

The ones at The Getty were
actually made of iron.

(LAUGHS)

No,

I did not go to the Roman
Antiquities Show at The Getty.

But I did think about going.

It was excellent, Detective.

They did a solid job of recreating
Caesar's day to day life.

HENRY: It looked fascinating.

It was a good time.

It's too bad you missed it.

You see how I answered
your question right now?

I'm asking you to reciprocate.

I'd like to, I would, but
it's just that things get so,

I don't know.

- Complicated?
- Complicated.

Life is more than complicated, Vince.

It's, it's confusing.

We can all feel lost, can't we?

And alone.

I do.

Vince,

let's try to,

to walk you back.

How?

By telling me,

how you ended up in that house tonight,

covered with some woman's blood.

Where do I start?

HENRY: How about the beginning?

Can I call you Henry?

Of course.

Remember I told you I speak
a few languages earlier?

It's from lack of sleep.

HENRY: You have insomnia?

God, yes, my mind churns
all the time, who could sleep?

We can get you some help for
that after this is all over.

Swear to you.

How much sleep do you get on average?

I have never slept.

You'd die if you never slept.

You'd die.

Not me.

You're immune to the laws of physics?

Physics, no.

Human biology.

How does that work?

VINCE: You wouldn't believe me.

HENRY: Try me.

I'm...

I'm not human.

Well, if you're not
human then, what are you?

A fallen angel.

(LAUGHS)

- You think I'm crazy.
- No.

You think I'm playing crazy.

I hear your mind, Detective,
playing word association.

You hear fallen angel and you think what?

Satan, right?

Tell the truth.

Well, Satan was a fallen angel.

I knew it!

His name is Lucifer.

Meaning, bearer of light.

The Morning Star is
something he was also called.

Yes.

That's right.

He's my older brother.

Right.

They call me Lucifer's kid brother.

I'll be back in a minute.

I tried to warn you.

- Henry.
- Hm?

You've been in a swarm
of locusts, haven't you?

I have a good imagination.

Of course.

OPERATOR: Can you get out of the house?

OLIVIA: (breathing
heavily) Oh god, oh my god,

oh my god, oh my god, he sees
me, he sees me, he's coming.

OPERATOR: The car's
coming, stay calm Olivia,

- stay with me, okay?
- Hank, what was that guy,

remember like two months
ago, there was that guy

with the two shotguns and he was, I mean,

oh, did you just see that?

Did you just see the hair thing?

What a pretentious fuck.

Roman Antiquities at The Getty?

Did anyone else pick up the
ehs that he had in his speech?

The eh?

Yeah, when I was in
Toronto four years ago.

Hey, look at this.

It's filming him?

- Look at this.
- See that circle there?

- Mm-hmm.
- It's a lens.

I'm a techno doofus.

You are.

So, we got three different
IDs, three different states.

I mean, we don't know
where this guy's from.

Should I try the FBI?

Yeah, but don't hold your breath.

You might wanna give the RCMP a call,

see if any of the Mounties have insomnia.

Canadian, yeah.

Don't go anywhere.

Sure.

So what do you think of him?

Detective Oslo?

HENRY: No, the suspect.

Vince.

He's vain.

Actually, he's posing.

He knows we're watching him.

So, why does a good
looking young man from Canada

travel all the way to Los Angeles?

He came to Hollywood.

This guy's an actor.

And you have a detective
lurking inside you.

Come on.

♪ Outside the club saw
you standing in line ♪

NARRATOR: In 1979, Laura
was a young punk rocker

on the cusp of crossing over.

Her underground following was growing

and no longer staying underground.

Laura's star was rising.

(ROCK MUSIC)

She told people she signed a
contract with Capital Records

based on some new songs she'd written.

Laura was a talented
songwriter as well as performer

and people around her
sensed looming greatness.

(ROCK MUSIC)

The police classified
the killing as unsolved.

A cold case.

♪ Standing in line ♪

I need a favor.

I'm working that stabbing
murder out of Echo Park.

LORETTA: You'll have
it by end of day tomorrow.

HENRY: Look, I've got
a live one here, Loretta.

LORETTA: You taking your pills?

Oh yeah, yeah, hell yeah, dozens of 'em.

LORETTA: It was so scary that day.

You know what, I don't remember.

LORETTA: No fucking shit,
asshole, you were dead.

I called 911.

Is that a yes?

LORETTA: I'll call you.

Thanks a lot, hon.

Does the water taste different in Canada?

You are Canadian, aren't you?

What gave it away?

I don't know, eh.

I still do that?

Tell me, is that an issue at auditions?

Because you are an actor, right?

Well done.

(CLAPS)

Thank you.

Well done.

Do you have an arrest record up north?

I'm getting it expunged.

You ever kill anybody up in Canada?

VINCE: You got a nice voice.

HENRY: Vince, come on now.

Round, warm, bit of bass underneath.

Some very practiced modulations.

It's a friend of yours in a
situation like this, I bet.

Did you know Charles Manson
wanted to be a rock star?

In the 60s,

he and Dennis Wilson of the
Beach Boys were friends.

Wilson let him stay in
his big, fancy house.

He encouraged Charlie to write songs

and even recorded one of them.

Wilson changed the lyrics
and Manson was furious.

You like Charles Manson?

Last week, I was up for an episode

of that New York police
show, Criminal Intentions.

I read for the role of
the Nice Guy Killer.

It was the title of the
episode, The Nice Guy Killer.

And in it, I was crazy

but calm and cool, you know?

HENRY: Yeah, so how'd it go?

I fuckin' killed it!

I was crazy good.

Very De Niro, the guy said.

I scared them.

HENRY: So what happened?

Fucking casting directors!

You didn't get the part

Again, fucking idiots.

HENRY: And that really pissed you off.

Exquisitely.

Is that why you killed Olivia?

I'm sorry, Olivia, who's that?

Vince, really?

And scene.

(LAUGHS)

HENRY: Scene?

I was acting.

I didn't get any auditions last week.

You were lying?

Improvising.

I made it up.

There's no improvising in here.

We say improv and you're
doing one right now.

HENRY: Oh really, how?

Where you pretend to be
the wise, calm detective,

I pretend to be the unstable

but possibly brilliant murder suspect,

and we run with it.

So, you're an actor and a fallen angel.

Well, these days you
have to do everything.

Act, sing, write your own material.

The skateboard tours help.

Skateboard tours?

My skateboard tours.

(LAUGHS EXCITEDLY)

Hey, hey, hey.

You are in for a treat.

Charlie Manson's still the most popular

but I prefer some of the more niche tours

like the Black Dahlia.

The layers around her
death, beyond intriguing.

It's all on my website.

I just put up a new
skateboard tour on Monday.

The death of Dorothy Stratten,
Star 80, remember her?

Yeah, yeah, vaguely.

When they found her and
her ex-husband's bodies,

they were covered completely
in a pile of ants.

And I've got some previously
unseen police photos

of those bodies, exclusive.

HENRY: You said you have a website?

Hollywoodskateboardtours.com.

Okay.

You ever done any acting, Detective?

No.

You've got presence.

Daytime, Hollywood Boulevard.

I never sleep so day or
night, this is where I come.

Hollywood!

Hollywood.

(SKATEBOARDING ROLLING)

Here we are, folks, in the
world famous Hollywood,

right next to the star of Groucho Marx.

You know what Groucho
wanted on his tombstone?

Excuse me, but I can't stand up.

(LAUGHS)

He loved a good joke.

You know, I'm Vince,

your host of Hollywood Skateboard Tours.

We're gonna explore some
amazing things today.

The star of Natalie Wood.

Follow me.

Because I told you, I'm working.

I'm working.

Okay, I said okay.

Goodbye.

What's up?

(SIGHS)

I got a situation at home.

You know the couple's
counseling thing that's been...

- You know?
- Mm-hmm.

I gotta go.

I'll deal with her.

Okay, thanks.

She's harmless.

Yeah, right.

- Small newspaper.
- Right.

Bunch of dipshit hipsters.

Right.

You needn't be concerned.

Oh, she needs a ride back to her car.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

I mean, I've heard it all before.

Go on.

Satan.

The devil.

Evil.

Hitler.

You name it, I've got a thick, thick skin.

I call him by his name, Lucifer.

Bearer of light.

And what never gets told
nowadays about Lucifer

was that the most amazing thing about him

was his voice.

I mean, that boy could sing.

You cannot imagine a voice like his.

Your hearing cannot reach the range.

Subtlety, the power.

When Lucifer sang, the universe
would just stop expanding

and listen.

And sometimes God himself was
moved to tears by his singing.

I know you're all thinking,
what happened up there, right?

Right?

(CLASSICAL MUSIC)

One day, Lucifer sang

and everything in creation
stopped as it did when he sang.

God beamed happily.

But somehow, Lucifer
outdid himself, I mean,

it was in fact, perfection.

And you know what?

A little creature was
created out of his singing.

A little wide-eyed creature,

like a kinda cosmic pet dog.

And it ran up to Lucifer
and it jumped on him.

You see, that's when the trouble started.

You see, creating things was
really God's line of work

up until then.

But, bam, there was this little fella

and he came out of my brother's singing.

It was a problem.

But God made the creature disappear.

I was shocked, to be honest.

My brother, who had been
very loyal up until then,

was furious.

Things got pretty fucking hot
up there, as you can imagine.

Friendships were tested

and the next part of the story, you know.

He got kicked out of heaven.

And it happened,

it happened fast, I...

I didn't even get a goodbye.

He was just over the edge and falling.

And he sang as he fell,

mocking God with that voice of his.

I stood there looking over.

I loved God.

He was everything.

But really almost everything,

I also loved my brother.

So, I jumped after him.

If you've ever skydived,
you'd get an inkling,

the tiniest of inklings
of that, that plummet.

That descent.

But I hit something hard, very hard.

It was here, this planet Earth,

while my brother fell further

and further into Hell

and I never saw him face to face again.

(MENACING MUSIC)

I've been here ever since

and it's been a fucking
slog, let me tell you.

You wanna eat Greek tonight?

I've been through Greek civilization.

Roman as mentioned.

Chinese, Assyrian,

all looking for my brother.

It wasn't until Babylon that
he finally got word to me.

I was in a pickle.

I wasn't good enough for heaven and I,

I wasn't evil enough for hell.

He said I'd have to take a test.

He set a date and named a place

and if I met him at that
exact time and place

and was able to murder
someone, I could join him.

And if I failed, I'd get another date,

another location, a few centuries later.

I failed on four continents.

My last test was in the late 1700s,

murdering this little
half-Sioux, half-white child

in what we now call North Dakota.

Such a cute child.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

My next meeting is coming up very soon.

Tell people my brother isn't all bad.

And God isn't all good.

It's a bit more complicated
than that, okay?

I love my brother

and I'd follow him into Hell.

And folks, if you could
just hear him sing,

you'd understand.

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDS)

Fucking actors.

Not your favorite group?

He reminds me of someone.

An ex.

HENRY: Ah.

Detective Oslo.

Hm?

He's married, right?

Yeah.

Living up to the stereotype.

What's that?

Sleazy detective.

Oh, wow.

So, what's my stereotype?

Work junky,

Zen.

Zen Master homicide detective.

- Zen Master, huh?
- Yeah.

Fooled you.

No, you think before you act.

Everything's deliberate.

You don't like me asking questions.

You like to do the asking.

What's your stereotype?

Cheesy Midwestern
girl, stars in her eyes.

Fails as a singer in LA.

Falls back to the hobby
of millions, writing.

You know, I used to sing.

Really?

Like in a band?

I played electric guitar and everything.

What kind of stuff?

Crap.

REGINA: Oh.

When was the last time you sang?

Oh, um.

At my cousin's wedding.

One too many Chardonnays.

HENRY: And what was the song?

Danny Boy.

Her side's Irish.

♪ Oh, Danny boy, ♪

♪ The pipes, the pipes are calling ♪

♪ From glen to glen, and
down the mountain side ♪

♪ The summer's gone, ♪

♪ And all the flowers are dying ♪

♪ Tis you, tis you ♪

♪ Must go and I must bide ♪

(LAUGHS)

HENRY: You got pipes.

(HELICOPTER RUMBLING)

OPERATOR: Stay calm, are you hidden?

Are you safe?

OLIVIA: Oh god, oh god, he sees

he sees me, he's coming.

OPERATOR: Can you get to another room?

OLIVIA: No, get out, please!

Please leave me alone.

OPERATOR: Olivia, get out.

Get out of the house.

OLIVIA: Oh my, oh my
god, he's got a knife.

OPERATOR: Olivia,
fight if you can, fight.

OLIVIA: No, no, please
no, please, please!

OPERATOR: Car 76, you've
got an apparent stabbing

in progress at 746 Montague.

Hey, you got a cigarette?

Let me get one, please, please, please.

Thank you man.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

INTERVIEWER: How do you
know so much about Hollywood?

I've been here since the
beginning, since the inception.

INTERVIEWER: You
look very young though.

VINCE: I know, but
I'm an old soul, man.

I'm an old soul, I've been around.

You know.

INTERVIEWER: You were
born and raised here?

VINCE: I was not born here
but yes, I was raised here.

I was born somewhere very far away, so.

But yes, I was raised here.

In Hollywood, in this land,
in the culture we live in.

What do you think about it?

How do you think it's going?

- Alright.
- It's alright, right?

INTERVIEWER: There's a
lot of stuff about Hollywood

that people don't know yet.

People don't know that's why
I'm here to tell the truth,

you know?

It's a cold place.

It's a terrible, terrible,
frightening cold place

and it's a cold world we live in.

Sometimes I feel like I'm
getting a little frosty myself.

HENRY: This website, if I could just...

You wanna use my laptop?

You don't mind?

Take it.

Well, that would help.

You've been gone a while, Detective.

I was looking at your site.

You watched my one man show.

I did.

You're very talented.

VINCE: You're too kind.

Of course, it's just
ammo for the prosecution.

But the press is gonna love it.

I hadn't considered.

Damn fly.

You've got an opportunity here, Vince.

Did I hear singing earlier?

I thought I heard Danny Boy.

I could've sworn.

You ever listen to the words of Danny Boy,

I mean really listen?

Morbid.

For if you come when all
the leaves are fallen

and I am dead, for dead I well may be,

then you will come to the
place where I am lying

and you will kneel and
say an Ave there for me.

Imagine the singer stretched
out in his grave, dead,

talking to the living.

It's usually the other way
around, let me tell you.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(FLY BUZZING)

Stop with the noise, Vince.

It's not me, it's that damn fly.

Knock it off!

(FLY BUZZING)

Tell me what happened.

Tonight, with Olivia.

Stop the game.

Don't you see it?

Vince.

Corpses and flies are just fucking.

Shakespeare said that.

I told him it would make a great sonnet.

Gotcha.

Should I kill him?

Your hand is empty.

VINCE: You heard the buzzing.

- You through your voice.
- You wanna make a bet?

You woulda won.

HENRY: You just can't stop, can you?

Stop what?

Performing.

Improv-ing.

We don't improv here.

We.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

You did it, Vince.

You were drenched in blood, admit it.

I knew her address.

Alright.

That's a start.

So, why did you know her address?

My meeting with my brother.

Your test.

VINCE: Exactly.

HENRY: He gave you her address?

A time and a date.

You were gonna go to her house tonight?

Let's do it as an improv, Henry.

No, no, Vince, we're
making progress now.

I'll tell you everything
but as an improv.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

OLIVIA: Please don't.

OPERATOR: Where the fuck is
that car to Montague Street?

I have a victim being stabbed right now.

(OLIVIA SCREAMING)

OLIVIA: Stop, stop!

OLIVIA: Oh my god, oh my
god, there's so much blood.

There's so much blood.

REGINA: How in the hell did he hear us?

I don't know.

Tell me something.

Why do actors do improv?

I paid $500 for an improv workshop

with my ex's acting guru, Leland Saunders.

He was very intense about improvisation.

He said it was foundational
to his acting technique.

And?

And.

I was acting in this
improv with my ex, Adam,

in front of the class.

He told me something true

it just,

it just kinda came out.

He was sleeping with our neighbor.

Something I suspected.

Why did he do that?

Because he's an actor

and he fucking got caught in the moment.

You know, everyone tells
him he's the next De Niro,

that's what they teach them.

I guess he just ran out of shit to make up

and blurted out the truth.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Is it like musical improvisation?

In a sense, it taps inside.

Will you tell me about Olivia?

I need to hear everything.

That's what a confession is.

No holding back.

I understand.

Okay.

How do we begin?

Who am I?

(CHUCKLES)

You are a fallen angel.

Lucifer's kid brother.

Let's go somewhere, in our minds.

I mean a mental voyage.

Okay, where?

Relax.

Inhale.

Hold it for seven

and feel gravity pulling
you down into the chair.

Keep breathing, relaxing, okay?

Okay.

VINCE: Remember when you were a kid?

Well...

VINCE: Relax.

A boy with a vivid
imagination, right, Enrique?

HENRY: Maybe.

You used to dream you could fly?

HENRY: Sometimes.

That imagination is now
turned officially (SNAPS) on.

Okay.

What if this were an elevator?

HENRY: This what?

This room.

It's an elevator.

It's a little big for
an elevator, isn't it?

Not really, just relax.

But imagine it, there's a
strong, steel cable overhead

and the room we're in is attached to it.

Feel the weight.

Feel the steel cable holding that weight.

I don't know.

Relax.

Now, imagine it goes down.

That's it.

Easy.

Gravity pulling us down.

Feel it descending.

(ELEVATOR WHIRRING)

I kinda feel it.

You're doing good.

Damn, I can feel it.

Two floors.

Three floors.

Four.

Down to where?

Five.

Six floors.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Down to where?

Eyes closed, senor, we're
going to that confession.

Confession, okay.

A bit faster now, feel it?

10 floors.

15.

16.

18.

We've gone down a half a mile.

Okay, yeah, I get it.

22.

Isn't that enough?

23, relax.

Henry, the cable has us.

Okay, okay enough.

One mile.

Stop.

Easy, buddy.

Okay, okay, that's it.

Two miles.

I, really, stop.

Three.

Seriously, seriously, I can't!

Stop.

Stop!

(GASPS)

(ROOM RUMBLING)

Stop!

(LOUD BOOM)

(PANTING)

Okay.

Very funny.

Okay.

Vince, sit.

Shh.

Sit down.

Sit.

It's me!

HENRY: Sit down, Vince.

I need you to be quiet.

You can't.

You can't.

(DOORKNOB RATTLING)

Come here.

- No.
- Come open this door.

HENRY: Open it yourself.

I can't.

HENRY: Why not?

Stop playing dumb.

Where are we?

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Hell.

(PHONE RINGING)

Answer the phone, Henry.

Loretta?

LORETTA: Enrique.

I got some weird news.

HENRY: What's that?

LORETTA: The blood on his clothes,

it's not from your victim.

Not even close.

What?

LORETTA: The blood
on the shirt you gave me

is placental blood.

It's from a human birth.

Placental.
(BABY CRYING)

I told you.

Listen to the 911 call.

I did.

Which 911 call?

OPERATOR: 911, what's your emergency?

STEPHANIE: Please,
it's happening early.

I was just doing my laundry.

And my water broke.

OPERATOR: I can't understand you.

Please speak slowly.

(STEPHANIE BREATHING HEAVILY)

STEPHANIE: I said I'm pregnant!

OPERATOR: What's your name, please?

STEPHANIE: Stephanie.

Galliard.

OPERATOR: Okay, hang on, Stephanie.

What's your address?

(STEPHANIE SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

VINCE: Hey, are you okay?

(STEPHANIE SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

I'm just trying to help.

Hello?

OPERATOR: Who's this?

VINCE: My name it
Vince, I was riding past

I heard a women screaming.

This woman is going into labor.

Do you have someone coming

because I've got a
meeting and I can't stay.

OPERATOR: Okay,
Vince, nice to meet you.

Stay right where you are.

We have an ambulance on the way.

VINCE: Goddammit!

It's alright, I, what's your name?

- Stephanie.
- Stephanie,

- just breathe, okay?
- Okay.

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

VINCE: That's it.

(VINCE SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(STEPHANIE SCREAMING)

Okay.

OPERATOR: Excellent,
you guys are doing great.

Breathe.

(STEPHANIE SCREAMING)

Okay, yeah.

That's good, good, just keep breathing.

(BABY CRYING)

Look at me!

Look at me.

(WHIMPERING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Open the door.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Push it open!

Do it!

Open the door!

(HENRY CRYING)

You tricked me.

You've always been just tricking me.

Your rendezvous?

Every fucking couple of centuries.

(CRYING)

I jumped after you.

I love you so much.

(SCREAMS)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Hey.

Make it stop.

I...

I wanna go back up.

The elevator's too heavy.

We'd need to lighten the load.

How do we do that?

How do we do that?

Was it under a tree like they say?

What?

It was rumored, Laura
was buried under a tree.

Sit.

Please.

Everyone is listening.

I don't understand.

We came here for a confession.

Yours.

You motherfucking little
piece of shit, who the fuck...

Sit down!

Sit down.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Talk to me about Laura.

I can wait here forever, Henry.

What about her?

VINCE: Where'd you meet?

A party.

She didn't look like anybody else.

She was older than you.

I was 16.

She said she was 22 but
no one knew for sure.

What happened after that night?

You formed a band, right?

You, a couple of guys.

Laura was the singer, no?

Yeah.

Tell me about the band.

It was wild.

She was wild.

The band wasn't very good.

HENRY: No.

But Laura was.

Can we go now?

Laura was good, right?

The crowd, they liked her.

- Yeah.
- But not you.

Not you.

Not me.

She kept you on a string, didn't she?

HENRY: I'm tired.

Didn't she, because she knew

that you had one unique talent.

Not on stage, not with
her, but writing songs.

She'd go out and sing
with other bands, right?

Suddenly, bam, Laura got a record contract

for a pop song, a pretty,
sugary pop song about love.

And what's the kicker, kid?

The kicker is, you wrote that song.

You wrote that song, that sweet,

sappy teenaged romantic love song.

You fucking wrote it, not her, right?

- Yes.
- For her?

- You wrote it for her?
- Yes.

Because you were in love with her?

Who wasn't?

And Laura just took it.

Then one night, she told
you to get lost, didn't she?

Get the fuck lost, right?

Yeah.

The night Laura died, she went to a club

in West Hollywood.

You followed her there, right?

Yeah.

VINCE: Punk club?

No.

College kids.

White kids.

And she sang the song?

The song you wrote for her?

You followed her after the show?

HENRY: They went to his car.

They had sex.

You must have felt jealous, betrayed.

I felt like I was outside myself.

Like I...

Like I was watching myself,
like I was somebody else.

Then?

Then I followed her home to East LA.

I...

I broke in, I...

VINCE: You what?

You found a knife.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

My tio had a farm up in
the north, up near Ukiah.

He used to raise pigs there.

Sometimes he would slaughter one for food

and he showed me how.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

And then afterwards,

it was my job to,

to bury the guts.

Deep, so that the wild
animals wouldn't get 'em.

You cut her up.

I, uh,

I took a shower.

And I,

I knelt down there in
the blood and the water.

I wanted to be forgiven.

And so I, right there, I talked to God.

I told him that I wanted
to make a deal with him.

God makes deals like that?

There was this,

I could hear this cop
show playing on the TV

like down the alley through a window.

It was cops and they were,

they were chasing the
bad guys with sirens.

And I had an idea and
I said to God, I said,

if you just let me, let me get away, I,

I'll become a cop and

I'll get justice

for all those people that
were killed and I will never,

never kill anybody again.

And I offered that up to God.

To atone?

To atone.

God took your deal.

I've solved so many murders.

So many.

So, you stepped out of the shower?

I put Laura into a,

some black plastic bags.

I took her out and I buried her.

Deep.

(PENITENT MUSIC)

Was that so hard?

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Solve Olivia's murder.

Close this case, you can do that.

How?

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

He'll help you.

Go to her house, there are clues.

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

HENRY: But if I can't...

Do this and you're done.

- Done?
- Clean.

Atoned.

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Really?

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

But quickly, it has to be now.

Before the sun rises.

Then, take us up.

(ELEVATOR CREAKING)

(SLIGHT THUDDING)

They're holding us down.

- Why?
- They like you.

We need help.

You remember that song you
sang when you were a kid?

♪ By the waters ♪

♪ The waters of Babylon ♪

♪ By the waters ♪

♪ The waters of Babylon ♪

♪ We lay down and wept ♪

♪ And wept for thee Zion ♪

♪ We lay down and wept ♪

♪ And wept for thee Zion ♪

♪ By the waters ♪

♪ The waters of Babylon ♪

♪ We lay down and wept ♪

♪ And wept for thee Zion ♪

♪ We lay down and wept ♪

♪ And wept for thee Zion ♪

♪ By the waters ♪

♪ Of Babylon ♪

♪ We lay down and wept ♪

♪ And wept for thee Zion ♪

♪ We remember, we remember ♪

♪ We remember thee Zion ♪

(GASPS)

(HEART BEATING)

(HEAVING)

(GASPS)

Stop.

You fell down.

- How long?
- Just a second ago.

- Sit down.
- Are you okay?

Sit down!

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm alright.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah, Loretta?

LORETTA: Henry, I have
some news about the blood.

Yeah, it's placental.

LORETTA: Yeah.

How did you...

I'll call you back, Loretta.

So, am I under arrest, Detective?

In light of new evidence, no.

I just have to process a few things.

I understand.

What time is it?

It's, uh, just after three.

Sun comes up in a few hours.

Wonderful meeting you, Detective.

Vince.

The camera went out.

It does that sometimes.

What happened?

We got some new information.

Vince is innocent.

Really?

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

I just, I've got some things I gotta do.

It was a real pleasure meeting you.

Detective.

Can you give me a ride to my car?

Yeah.

(ETHEREAL MUSIC)

Up there, just pull over.

So, I have a few more questions for you...

Look, here's all my contact info.

I was wondering if I could...

I really need to get going, goodnight.

Okay.

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

Who's there?

- Freeze.
- Please don't kill me.

You shouldn't be in here, honey.

How does he look?

HENRY: Who?

My brother Vincent.

You?

You were expecting Joseph Stalin?

He's such a sweet guy, isn't he?

I just can't do it to him, bring him here.

I love him too much.

Life over here, it's hard, isn't it?

HENRY: He told me that if I...

If you what?

Solved Olivia's murder.

Yes, yes, that you'd be done, atoned.

Let me show you.

♪ And I will smile to
hear your voice above me ♪

♪ And then my grave will
gentler, warmer be ♪

♪ For you will bend and
tell me that you love me ♪

♪ And I will sleep in peace
until you come to me ♪

Olivia killed herself?

With a little friendly persuasion.

Why?

She asked for me, so I came.

I truly enjoyed your confession.

I've been following the Brown
Dahlia case for three years

and tonight, your intrepid
reporter, Regina Parker,

has a huge breakthrough.

LAPD Detective Henry Cardenas
confessed to the murder

of Laura Maldonado, AKA the Brown Dahlia.

I put Laura in,

in a few black plastic bags.

Then I took her and

buried her.

Deep.

Her laptop.

Hey.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(PHONE RINGING)

FRANK: Henry?

What the fuck?

I just got a call from the captain

and I got another call, it
was from the fucking LA Times.

I'm looking at a video.

It's you.

It's you and you're
confessing to a murder.

What the fuck, Hank?

Henry, what did you do?

What the fuck is going on?

Henry?

Henry, what the fuck?

This is a little song
I just wrote called Lost.

♪ I sit alone just for a while ♪

♪ Hand in your hair, lost in your smile ♪

♪ I don't know how, I don't
know where, I don't know why ♪

♪ What brought me here,
this moment with you ♪

♪ This moment in time ♪

♪ I get lost in your eyes, eyes ♪

♪ Get lost in your smile ♪

♪ Get lost in your love ♪

♪ Oh, oh, I'll be lost for a while ♪

♪ I'll be lost for a while ♪

♪ Standing here, it's only a dream ♪

♪ When you draw near, face reality ♪

♪ I call your name, hear
my voice, you know mine ♪

♪ I can't explain it,
what brought me here ♪

♪ This moment in time ♪

♪ I get lost in your eyes, eyes ♪

♪ Get lost in your smile ♪

♪ I get lost in your love ♪

♪ Oh, I'll be lost for a while ♪

♪ I'll be lost for a while ♪

♪ I get lost in your eyes, eyes ♪

♪ Get lost in your smile ♪

♪ I get lost in your love ♪

♪ Oh, oh, I'll be lost for a while ♪

♪ I'll be lost for a while ♪

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDS)

(PANTING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

I'm dreaming.

But you're awake.

You took my song!

You took my life.

I just...

You just, you just.

You just!

(WOEFUL MUSIC)

I love you.

Can you at least mark my grave somehow?

(WOEFUL MUSIC)

Yes.

(WOEFUL MUSIC)

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(GRIEVING MUSIC)