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[ guitar playing ]

MAN: He told me once. He said that everybody's

gotta eat a shit sandwich at one time or another.

The trick is to think of it as a Monte Cristo.

It's real cool advice.

I'm still working on it.

Never worked a case by myself before,

not that I couldn't,

but you know what Piglet used to say.

"It's so much more friendly with two."

[ hood bangs ]

[ snores ]

[ radio ] ♪ K-SOFT 105

[ snoring continues ]

NARRATOR: It was Tuesday

or Wednesday.

[ rock 'n' roll playing ]

Anyway, it was late June.

An old mutual acquaintance of ours

came by the office yesterday,

offered me a job.

I had yet to take it.

♪ ...and I can't seem to shake it... ♪

Mister. [ snoring ]

Hey, mister.

Hey!

Oh.

Can't sleep here.

What? No.

I-I'm not sleeping.

Well, you can't pass out here either.

I'm not. Look, just go get me some coffee, will you?

Two coffees, black.

♪ Whoa, whoa, this girl that you see now ♪

♪ Do you love her?

♪ Got to tell her what you mean now ♪

♪ Oh, yes, I do

[ song ends ]

[ chair creaks ]

[ stations tuning ]

[ guitar playing ]

♪ You, me

♪ And a bottle of whiskey

♪ 'Cause nothing's gonna change ♪

♪ Come sunshine or the rain

♪ You, me and a bottle of whiskey ♪

♪ And we don't need a name, 'cause we don't... ♪

Excuse me.

Uh, I'm sorry.[ turns off radio ]

Can I help you?

I'm looking for Stanley Black.

Have we-- Don't I know you?

Oh, my God.

He's still got that beautiful old car.

What does he call it?

Sadie. Sadie.

Um, is he here?

I'm afraid not.

Is there something I can do for you?

I'm his partner.

Yeah, it's my son.

He's missing.

Uh, have a seat.

You know, I don't mean to be rude,

but I really need to speak with Stanley.

Not that you're-- you know,

but is there any way you could reach him?

Shakey's dead.

What?

Stanley, he's dead.

Been almost six months.

What happened? Uh...

he got shot.

[ sighs ]

Wow.

The last time I-- I talked to him was New Year's Eve.

What's his name...

Uh... your son?

Michael Lockwood.

He went to go get his oil changed

sometime around noon on Saturday.

Ms. Lockwood?

Please call me Dawn.

Yeah, no. Huskies, you.

North Hollywood High.

North Hollywood High School.

You were my guidance counselor, class of '88?

I'm Murphy Dunn.

Murphy Dunn.

Oh, it's been a long time.

So can you help me, Murphy?

Uh, eh,

my plate is kind-- kind of full at the moment.

Is--Would it be all right for me to call you tomorrow, Ms. Lockwood?

I just--I need to try and sort out some things here.

Sure. Call me tomorrow.

But please call me Dawn.

So should I give you the check?

No. I don't want the check.

I came here for breakfast. I want a Monte Cristo.

You've been here for over an hour not sleeping, okay?

You new here?

I started Monday.

What, are you just off the bus or what?

That skirt doesn't suit you.

Tried to get a job at Guitar Center.

Whatever.

You're a musician, huh?

What's your name?

Jo. Look, you're not my type.

[ chuckles ]

No, I'm not that guy.

No? Which--Which guy are you, then?

Shit. [ sighs ]

Jo, I-I'm sorry.

I think I left my wallet in my satchel.

Your what?

I left--It's in the car.

It's out back.

Why are you wearing a jacket?

It's almost July.

June gloom.

Hey!

Hey!

Is that your satchel?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Dick.

♪ That--that day of the week, man, that day of the week ♪

[ siren blaring ]

♪ I can't help it

♪ Arrested by the new

♪ I'm some kind of breed that needs to feel it ♪

♪ Yes, I can't help it

♪ Habit runs so deep

♪ Trust that when I'm bust

♪ I come back for the aftermath ♪

♪ When I get down

♪ Got to get down to get it right ♪

♪ You know my name

♪ Got to get it good

♪ And when it come, you got to get it good now ♪

♪ When I get down

♪ Got to get right to get it right ♪

♪ You know my name

♪ Got to get it good

♪ And when it come, you got to get it, get it ♪

♪ When I get down

♪ Got to get down to get it right ♪

♪ You know my name

♪ Got to get it good

♪ And when it come, you got to get it good now ♪

♪ When I get down

♪ Got to get down to get it right ♪

♪ You know my name

♪ Got to get it good

♪ And when it come, you got to get ♪

♪ Got to get it good

♪ And when it come, you got to get it ♪

♪ Hey, yeah

♪ Hey, yeah

♪ Whoo

[ TV ] ♪ You got me

[ laugh track plays ]

[ knock on window ]

Dunn, let's talk.

[ hip-hop playing ]

How's tricks, buddy?

Bitching.

Business?

Keeping it together.

How's Al?

How's your lone testicle, numb-nut?

Hey, cancer isn't funny, asshole.

Neither is my divorce, Schock.

Easy. Easy now. Simmer down.

Val, you know anything about my satchel?

Some fuck-stick jacked it this morning at the diner.

Your what?

My satchel, bright light.

It's a briefcase with a shoulder strap, Schock.

Something like this?

Son of a dick's ass!

♪ This is how I rock, yeah

[ song ends ]

It's like this, Murph.

We know someone came to see you yesterday. Lockwood.

Carlisle would prefer it if you left it alone.

He would, would he?

Just stay out of it.

As a professional courtesy.

You understand?We're asking you nice.

Professional courtesy?

Like you jacking my satchel? That kind?

That was just a precaution.

Precaution? For what?

Don't ask questions.

We know what we're doing.

You got an "H."

We're working on something big.

It involves Lockwood.

What is it?Hey.

What did I say about asking questions?

Carlisle's willing to throw

a little work your way if you cooperate.

Hook shot!

We're asking you nice, Dunn.

When people in this town want to hire

an investigation firm, they want pros,

not some hard-rock gumshoe from the Valley

who still uses pay phones and sweats Cutty Sark.

In this city, we're the big dicks.

Us, Carlisle, not you.

Got it?

Big dicks?

Last time I talked to your wife,

she said you were hung like a cricket.

Is that true?

[ chuckles ]

Is that the dirtiest look you got,

you brick-top honky bitch?

Ow!

God, if this thing is broken...

[ groans ]

[ sighs ]

[ beep ]

Uh, Ms. Lockwood, it's Murphy Dunn.

Listen, if the offer still stands, I'd like to take your case,

help you find your son.

So just call the office.

Let me know. Thanks.

♪ You say you want to play the hand ♪

♪ But it just won't come, man ♪

♪ I know what you don't

♪ But I can't get it through your head... ♪

DAWN: He went to have his oil changed around noon on Sunday.

I haven't seen him since.

♪ What it is ain't what it is ♪

♪ But it won't always be yours ♪

♪ How's about it?

♪ I'll be back and find it

♪ How's about it?

♪ Make no mistakes about it ♪

♪ How's about it?

♪ I'll be back and find it... ♪

MURPHY: All the cool guys in high school used to say,

"I know I should, I wish I could

put my cock in Ms. Lockwood."

Horny high-school bastards.

♪ Is it bad?

♪ Is it bad?

♪ Is it bad, y'all?

Ms. Lockwood?

♪ Hey

Ms. Lockwood.

♪ Call it out now

[ song ends ]

Oh![ gasps ]

Oh.

Careful.

It always like this?

[ chuckles ] That's just Michael.

How old is he?

He'll be 40, December.

Who's he with? This guy?

Ziggy, Mike's best friend.

It's a hell of a vinyl collection.

Yep. They're his life.

He's been collecting since he was 11.

There's a catalog there of all his stuff,

mostly rare, old music.

He hates anything contemporary, anything popular,

anything from the last 30 years, actually.

Hates contemporary music, huh?

With a vengeance.

He and Ziggy have this website they host

for other collectors, vinylpirates.com.

They were always buying and selling different things.

Yeah, I found this, these printouts.

Has anybody else been in here, in his room since...

No.

What about this Ziggy guy,

his friend?No.

Has he been here?

No. Ziggy's a severe agoraphobic.

He hasn't left Burbank in seven years, his house in three.

Did Mike ever mention this to you,

this record, "Magic Mojo Voodoo Jinx"?

No.

It looks like somebody

wanted to buy it from him badly.

Wait. You think a record has something to do with this?

I don't know,

but I'm definitely getting curious.

Why all the interest, fellas?

Oh!

[ groans ]

Where is it?Where's what?

Don't make me ground and pound your ass, bro.

The record. Where is it?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Yo, War Machine, check the car.

[ beat boxes ]

Hey, hey, hey! Hey!

Oh, relax. Relax!

[ British accent ] Hey, lookie here. He's got a satchel!

Whoa. [ gasps ]

MURPHY: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey, J-Rock, ain't nothing here

but a bunch of Van Halen tapes.

[ grunting ] All right. All right.

Hah! Yo, give me a hand.

War Machine.

[ winces ]

Come clean now, bro.

Just come clean. Where is it?

I don't know what you mean.

[ slams door ][ gasps ]

Okay, I'm gonna ask you again.

Where is it?

I don't know.

[ slams door ][ gasps ]

This is your last chance, homie.

Just give it up.

Yeah, come on, man. Just tell him. End it.

I don't know what you're talking about.

[ screams ]

Fuck.

Yo, stay away from Lockwood, Red.

Next time, we break your fucking heart.

Come on, beeyotch.

[ gasping ]

[ rock 'n' roll plays ]

♪ Hey

♪ Live is no worse

♪ Glance hits...

Know anything about Zack Lee, Jo?

Zack Lee? You don't know Zack Lee?

Ah, I'm a bit behind the time.

He's a guitarist.

♪ Hey, hey, hey

♪ Yeah, yeah

♪ Whoa, yeah

[ yawns ]

You've heard his song, "Ricochet"?

I've heard that one, yeah.

Have you seen his video?

He's fucking amazing.

♪ Ooh

[ sighs ]

♪ Unh

♪ Yeah

♪ Yeah!

He was born Xavier Zachariah Lee.

Xavier? Mm-hmm.

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ Whoo

ZACK: "Ricochet" was a very personal song to me.

I put a lot of myself in that song.

I mean, after we finished recording that,

we knew we had something really special.

I think the hardest part about being an artist

in our accelerated culture,

just finding your own voice

and staying true to it.

That's his only song, "Ricochet"?

INTERVIEWER: What's your response

to the people who write Zack Lee off

as a one hit wonder?

ZACK: I'd say they're right.

As of right now, I only have one hit.

And how does that make you feel?

Like it's time to prove 'em wrong.

♪ Yeah

♪ Yeah, boom!

♪ Yeah

♪ Ricochet

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

"Ricochet" was a first impression,

and, uh, the new album, "Axe to Grind,"

is gonna be a lasting impression.

[ car horns honk ]

[ dog barking ]

Hey, Al. Got a minute?

Whoa.

What the hell is that?

What happened to your hand?I asked you first.

Too much bacon and cheese.

What happened to your hand?

You're carrying his kid?

Why didn't you tell me?

Why are you wearing your jacket?

It's almost July.

It's June gloom.

It's good to see you.

How have you been?

I need your help on something.

I need some information from Carlisle's offices.

I need to find out who hired them on something and why.

Thought I was fired.

One condition. I want those photos.

What photos?Don't play dim.

And the negatives.

Where's your ring?

We're divorced, Murphy.

Remember the charming lawyers?

Hey, I'm the one who got fucked.

I left messages.

Why didn't you call me back?

Phone's disconnected.

[ sighs ] Fuck.

What's that supposed to mean?

Will you please take off those goddamn sunglasses?

They don't make you look cool.

Nut up, Murph, please.

You're 38 years old. You're still driving

the same car you had in high school.

Handles like a dream.And your fucking hair.

You used to love my hair.You call yourself a professional,

and you don't even have a cellphone. I mean, what is that?

Shakey never had a cellphone.

I miss you, Moof.

Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?

Because I knew you couldn't handle it.

[ "Ricochet" plays ]

[ stereo playing "Ricochet" ]

How do you feel about those that accuse you of selling out?

[ chuckles ] Selling out? Come on.

Van Halen had puffy stickers.

♪ Oh, yeah

But what I think people are referring to is

the mass licensing of your song,

"Ricochet," last year.

Look, Led Zeppelin sold Cadillacs,

and The Who sold hotels,

The Stones Rice Krispies.

Jay-Z has his own line of shoes.

They call him a savvy businessman.

It's capitalism.

Drive safely.

Live dangerously.

Ole' Bear.

Half the calories. Twice the awesome.

[ overlapping announcers ]

Cenna Jet.

Life is short.

Make it snappy.

Snappy's.

Adults only.

Skin.

♪ Oh, yeah

[ song ends ]

Son of a gun.

MURPHY: What about this Ziggy guy, his friend?

DAWN: Ziggy's a severe agoraphobic.

He hasn't left Burbank in seven years,

his house in three.

[ knocks on door ]

MAN: Hey, door's open, man!

Come on in!

Just drop the stuff on the counter!

I'll be out in a minute!

I'm just dropping a deuce!

And I'm famished!

Haven't had breakfast all day!

[ radio playing ballad ]

Ziggy Schultz?

Tait?

No. I'm Murphy Dunn.

Uh, are you from Delivery Mart?

I'm a private investigator hired by Dawn Lockwood.

I was hoping we could talk.

You got a few minutes?

So--So you're not with Delivery Mart?

No.

Give me a sec here.

I'm just taking a dump.

Take your time.

When was the last time you saw Mike Lockwood?

[ doorbell rings ]

ZIGGY: Hey, man, can--can you get that?

[ doorbell rings ]

You're not Ziggy.

I'm Murphy Dunn.

Ziggy, he's...

taking a dump.

I'm Tait.

These his groceries?

Uh, yeah.

It's $49.12 without tip.

Put it on Ziggy's account.

He doesn't have an account, man.

All right.

Groceries are here!

[ dog barking ]

Ziggy?

Ziggy?

[ dog barking ]

♪ I went away, dear

♪ I know

♪ It's you I've wronged...

Ziggy.

Open the door, Ziggy.

I just want to talk to you.

[ classic rock plays ]

♪ Na na, na na, na na na... ♪

Whoa. Is that your real hair?

[ cellphone buzzing ]

Jesus Christ!

What? What? What are you doing?

What--Shit.You said you'd be cool.

That's weird and intense.

It's my first cellphone.Really?

Huh. [ buzzing ]

It's on vibrate.

Yeah, okay, fine.

Shit, how do you get it off that vibrate?

This is Murphy.

Murphy, it's Dawn.

Ms. Lockwood. O-Okay.

Look, I have Michael's cellphone bill here.

He's making calls.

There's outgoing calls, charges made.

I-I've been trying to reach him on his cellphone,

but he doesn't pick up.

Can I call you back?

I'm here with Ziggy.

I'll call you right back.

Murph, listen. He's making calls.

He's out there somewhere.

Without question.

♪ ...way to the sunshine

♪ Fly away...

H-How do you get it off that vibrate?

♪ Fly away to the sun

♪ Fly away, oh, fly away... ♪

You want a custom ringtone?

What kind of music do you like?

Rock.

[ new song plays ]

[ singer sighs ]

Impressive record collection.

What do you know about Zack Lee?

Uh, guitarist,

uh, rock star,

"Ricochet."

What's his relationship with Mike?

Uh, he collects records.

He's a--a collector like us,

record collector.

What do you know about a record

called "Magic Mojo Voodoo Jinx"?

[ vocalizing ]

Ziggy.

Oh, sorry. Man.

Uh, could you maybe sit down?

Ziggy?

"Magic Mojo Voodoo Jinx"?

[ inhales ]

It's a 45, private pressing.

What does that mean?

Means that it wasn't on a label.

Completely independent.

It was recorded and pressed in 1971

by a garage rock band,

The Culture Monks.

Gregg Lynn on guitar,

Stoney Carter on bass,

Spike White on drums.

The B side was untitled.

They only printed 50 copies.

Each record was hand distributed by the band.

There's only one copy left.

How do you know all this?

[ sniffs ] It's what I do.

I devoted a year of my life researching it.

It's what I do.

What is Zack Lee's interest in it?

There's only one copy left...

and Mike found it.

What, are these Culture Monks famous or something?

No.

So then what's the big deal?

What do you mean?

I mean I had my hand

wracked in a car door over this,

fractured in three fucking places,

so I'm curious.

I'm asking what is the big deal?

Why does Zack Lee want it?

What is it with this thing?

I told you. There's only one copy left.

So what is there,

some kind of chemical war plan on it or something?

What's on it?

Music.

Music? Quit jiving me, Ziggy.

What is it with you?

Look. [ yelps ]

I, uh...

I, uh--

I'm kinda tripping balls on mushrooms right now,

so, uh, I--

I didn't know you were coming over.

Okay.

All right. I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Can, uh-- Can we relax?

I didn't know you were tripping on mushrooms.

It's all right.

We're all right.

Sorry.

You want to hear it?

You don't have the actual record?

Oh, no, no.

Mike keeps that,

all the private pressings, first editions.

He did burn me a copy of this, though, when he found it.

[ rock 'n' roll plays ]

[ vocals playing backwards ]

My favorite part of the song is the bridge.

Takes you to a new place.

I haven't left my house in three years.

This is it?

I'm telling you

this shit's off-the-radar rare.

And certain collectors, it makes it crazy valuable,

collectors like Mike and me

and whoever did that to you.

I don't know.

Who did that to you?

Can you make me a copy of this?

Sure.

Wait. Here's the bridge.

[ song continues ]

[ cellphone plays "Ricochet" ringtone ]

Uh, Murphy Dunn.

How do you like your new ringtone?

Who is this?

It's Ziggy from Burbank.

You just left my house.

How do you like your new ringtone?

Carlisle's guys were hired by Industry Records

a week and a half ago to get that "Voodoo Jinx" record from Mike Lockwood.

Industry Records? Why? Who's the point person?

Tammy Swick, V.P. of Legal Affairs.

Legal? That's interesting.

Gets more interesting.

Check your messages.

Hello. This is a message for Murphy Dunn.

My name is Tammy Swick.

I am V.P. of Legal Affairs at Industry Records.

Mr. Dunn, I would very much like to discuss

the possibility of retaining your services

regarding a particular record album that is of interest to us.

She wants to hire me?Offered double your daily rate.

For what?To find the record.

But why? She's already retaining Carlisle. Did you speak to her?

Yeah. I don't think Carlisle's guys are working fast enough for her.

She wants to double her efforts.

Plus, she offered a bonus of $50,000...

Hoo!if you show results.

What'd you tell her?

What do you think?

Carlisle's gonna shit on his shoes.

Does this mean I'm rehired?

Gregg Lynn, Stoney Carter, Spike White--

can you find these guys?

Who are they?The Culture Monks.

Never heard of 'em.Nobody's ever heard of 'em.

They're a rock band from the seventies. Can you find 'em?

If they can be found, I'll find 'em.

But I want the photos, Murphy.

That was the deal.

Tell you what. You find 'em,

you can have your photos.

That wasn't the deal.

Well, we never shook on it.

I need you to listen to a song.

Okay.

The vocals are all backwards.

I need you to transcribe it.

Okay. The lyrics might be

some kind of clue or something.

I don't know. I got ya.

Why don't you take over the front office?

Why would I do that?

'Cause you're the man now, right?

That's Shakey's office.

Shakey's dead, Moof.

It's time you think about the future.

[ rock 'n' roll plays ]

♪ Hey, rockin' pants...

About time.

Hey, you all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's nothing.

Sit down.

Sit.

Hey! Hey!

Antonio, tell Eric that Jo's taking a break!

Where you from, Jo?

Uh, Byesville.[ new ballad plays ]

Where's that? Ohio.

And he's back there?

He was supposed to move out this week.

That was the plan. That's--That's the thing.

That was our whole plan.

Um, then he met someone.

So, you know, fuck it, right?

I mean, I'm here to make it

and fucking do what I know I can do.

You know, here I am, you know,

and he's not--

he's not coming.

How old are you?

I'm 20.

[ chuckles ]

I burned this for you this morning.

For me? What is it?

It's me. I thought maybe, um--

maybe you could give it to Zack Lee,

like maybe he'd play it or listen to it or something.

Okay.

I really, really want to like it here, Dunn.

I really do.

I want to fucking show everybody, you know,

but sometimes--

guess sometimes this place can be really fucky,

you know?

I mean, sometimes.

Yeah, I know.

But remember, only sometimes.

Most of the time, it's a solid B.

[ sighs ]

Okay.

♪ Baby, how do I explain?

♪ Inside of me

♪ Cold air

Door was open.

[ closes door ]We gotta talk.

Looks like you made some pretty heavy friends.

SCHOCK: We told you to stay out of it, hotshot.

I heard Tammy Swick over at Industry Records gave you a buzz.

Mm-hmm. Looks like someone's got jizz on their chin.

Carlisle's pissing blood, you know.

This account is really important to us, Murph, to the company.

It's big. So if you want to stay in business for yourself,

if that's what you really want,

then you better turn the case down.

And if I already took it?

[ chuckles ]

This fucking fuck-ass.

Then you better turn your case information over to us.

That's everything you find as soon as you find it.

Whatever happens, Carlisle Investigations

takes full credit for finding that record. Got it?

Blow.That's the way it's gonna be.

Come on, Murphy, please.Both of you, coast!

These are some really nasty photographs, buddy.

Shocking, really.

Son of a bitch.

A man's satchel is a sacred place.

I'd hate to see these photographs fall into the wrong hands.

I don't think Al would appreciate that very much, do you?

Who knew you were such an ace photographer?

Just hand 'em over.

Can't do it, buddy.

You're gonna play ball with us on this one, Murph.

That's all there is to it.

We played nice before, but now...

Things might get a bit rough.

[ groans ]

We'll be in touch.

I heard you got a cellphone.

Welcome to the 21st century.

DAWN: So who are the photos of?

My wife. My ex-wife.

When were you divorced?

Six months ago, right after Shakey died.

What's her name?

Al,

A-Althea,

Al Jackson.

Want to talk about it?

No, nope, not really.

Nah.

Shakey fucked her.

Or she fucked Shakey.

Anyway, they fucked each other,

and it fucked me.

I followed 'em one night,

some motel in Van Nuys.

I got photographs.

I should have known.

It was going on for months.

We stopped having sex

except for a token pity hump on our anniversary.

Some dick I turned out to be.

It's not here.

Sorry I wasted your time, but I had to double-check.

You want a drink?

Sure.

♪ Of all the promises

♪ I've had to break...

He doesn't even have a gravestone, you know.

It's just grass.

I should hate him.

I should, but I just can't.

♪ 'Cause how was I to know... ♪

Tell me something.

What was Shakey like?

What do you mean?

You know, with women.

What was so special about him?

He was like catnip.

He was...

focused, attentive,

made me feel like the only woman in the world.

Bastard-ass bitch.

[ laughs ]

What about, um--

What was he like, you know...

What, in bed?

Just terrible.

[ chuckles ]

You know, Ms. Lockwood, I don't know--

[ sighs ]

Murphy, please, please, please,

call me Dawn.

♪ All of my days...

[ "Ricochet" ringtone plays ]

Son of a--I'm Sorry.

Answer it.

Murphy Dunn.

Murphy. Hey, it's Ziggy.

Ziggy? All right.

Hey, could you possibly come over again sometime?

What is it?

I was doing some thinking,

uh, and, you know, I just wanted to talk about some things,

you know, share some things, talk, just talk.

O-Okay, I'll come by tomorrow.

I can do it tonight if that's cool with you.

You know, I could possibly light up the grill

and throw a couple burgers on maybe if you like.

Do you like corn?

What is it, Ziggy?

No, hey! Tomorrow's cool.

There are just some things I--

I want to tell you.

Okay. I'll be by tomorrow.

What time?Around morning time.

Cool. Cool. Awesome.

Cool. Nice. Great. Thanks.

Listen, Murphy, could you maybe pick me up

some stuff from Rite Aid?

Some toilet paper, a thing of moisturizer

and some Combos maybe?

I'll call you in the morning.

Cool. See you tomorrow morning.

Everything okay?

Ziggy.

That guy makes me nervous.

Well, relax.

Yeah, right. I haven't felt relaxed in a long time.

Well, what makes you feel comfortable?

Where do you feel peaceful?

Being in Mitchell.

Mitchell?

That's my car.

Okay.

So lean back, close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

Okay, so...

see yourself in Mitchell,

and you're driving.

See it. Feel it,

the steering wheel, the street.

What street do you like to drive on?

Ventura Boulevard,

dusk, heading east.

West at dusk is-- is for sucks.

Perfect.

You're just driving Mitchell.

Just drive slowly,

slowly drown out all the sounds that you can.

Just feel the wheel and drive.

No traffic. No stoplights.

No rearview mirror.

Just drive.

♪ I forget the only feeling ♪

[ Dawn giggling ]

♪ Don't even recognize what I've been needing... ♪

You know, you never told me what happened to him.

Who shot him?

He shot himself.

What?

Why?

I'll never know.

It's probably 'cause he knocked up Al.

Al's pregnant?

Ready to pop.

But, Murphy, Stanley couldn't--

[ cellphone chirps ]

What is that?

Just a text message.

Is that bad?

[ sighs ]

Here. I'll show you.

It's Al.

Uh, yeah, no, she's working for me.

[ sighs ]

Oh, my God.

Morning, sunshine.

Windows open like this?

Yep, both of 'em.

I already checked inside. There's nothing,

no prints, nothing. It's clean.

Have you been home?

You wore those yesterday.

[ keys jangle ]

Where'd you get those keys?

Dawn Lockwood.

When'd you see her?

Last night...

and this morning.

Told you I already looked inside.

I checked those names,

that seventies band, The Culture Monks.

Only one of 'em is still alive,

the guitarist, Gregg Lynn,

but all I could get on him was a P.O. box in Lancaster.

That's not gonna cut it, Al. We need an address.

That's all there is, babe.

Whoever this cat is,

he doesn't want any visitors.

What about the lyrics?

Nonsense. Typical hippie bullshit.

Gotta love to live, live to love,

love supreme, sending the message, that kind of stuff.

[ scoffs ]

[ modern pop ] ♪ I'm ready to jump

♪ I'm never gonna end

♪ I need you, I can't wait you to know ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh

♪ So in love...

One thing's for sure.

Mike Lockwood wasn't the last person to drive this thing.

How do you know?

He wouldn't be caught dead listening to this shit.

Somebody changed the station.

♪ K-SOFT 105

♪ Where light rock stays alive ♪

[ groans, gasps ]

You all right?

[ sighs ]

Al, you gotta eat.

I do.

That shit's not enough for two.

Hey, I eat, okay?

So, you sleep with her or what?

[ "Ricochet" ringtone plays ]

Murphy Dunn.

Is that you?

[ banging on door ]

Is that you banging?

What are you talking about?

Someone's banging, trying to get in.

What do you mean, banging?

Someone's banging on the front door, trying to get in!

Ziggy, are you tripping on mushrooms again?

They're here. They're in the house.

Then call the cops!

The Burbank cops? Are you kidding me?

They're all fascists, man. They scare the shit out of me!

Ziggy, look, just get out of there. Get out of the house.

I can't do that. I--I can't do that.

Murphy, what are you--

I can't. Murphy, please.

I need you here.

Please come over, Murphy. Please.

All right, all right, all right.

I'll be there in a minute.

Stay on the phone.

I gotta go, babe.What's going on?

Eat something!

And get me that address!

There ain't no address.

[ footsteps ]

[ pounding on door ]

Ziggy. Hello? Ziggy!

[ dog barking ]

Ziggy? Ziggy? Hello?

[ grunts ]

I should have gone with him.

Ziggy!

Murphy, are you there?Ziggy! Get--

Just you gotta get out of the house! Go to the neighbors!

No, no, I can't do that. They got that...

little bitch fracking dog and that kid!

What?

Murphy, I'm sorry, man.

I should have told you everything before.

Told me what?

Me and Mike, we were gonna try and--

Oh, it was so stupid.

Try what, Ziggy?

Try and--

and blackmail him for the--with the record.

Blackmail? Who for what?

For money.For money?

No, that's extortion, Ziggy.

Blackmail's something different.

Extortion? Really?

Extort money from who?

That--That guitar guy.[ singers vocalizing ]

Zack Lee. Just--Just relax.

I'm almost there, okay? What are you do--

What is that? What's going on?

If I hadn't been so goddamn scared to get into a car,

I could've gone with him. I should've gone with him.

I would have. I would have helped him.

I'd--I'd know where he is. I'd be able to help him now.

Murphy, please, you gotta help me!

Relax, Ziggy, okay?Please, please!

I'm on my way. I'm almost there.

You gotta help me get out of this goddamn house!

[ singers vocalizing ][ pounding ]

Last Sunday,

Mike went to see Gregg.

[ wood cracks ]

Gregg who?

[ vocalizing ]ZIGGY: No!

Hey, Ziggy! Hey!

Ziggy?

[ dog barking ]

Ziggy?

[ needle scratching ]

JO: One shit sandwich.

Thanks.

What are you doing?

[ siren blares ]

You really think this is gonna work?

Of course it's gonna work.

What if he only checks his mail once a week?

Well, then it's gonna be a really long week.

[ "Ricochet" plays ]

♪ Yeah

[ jazz combo plays ]

You never asked me why.

Hmm?

All this time, you've never asked me why.

Why what?

Why I fucked him.

Because you're a fuck machine.

♪ Ricochet

That's what fuck machines do.

I'm no dummy here.

I married a fuck machine,

and if you marry a fuck machine,

you gotta be ready to get fucked.

[ increases volume ]

[ turns off radio ]

There he is.

Heh. I can't believe that worked.

I've never stopped loving you, Murphy...

and I never will.

It was a terrible mistake.

I am so sorry.

Whose kid is that?

Our anniversary.

Wait here.

I'm coming with you.

Al, no. I don't want him to know

that there's two of us--

or three of us, whatever the hell.

If I need you, I'll call.

Stay in the car. Ju--

Stay in the car. Stay in the car.

Y-You'll call?

I'll call. Stay in the car.

[ pop music playing inside ]

Gregg Lynn?

Who are you?

I'm sorry to bother you.

I'm Murphy Dunn,

private investigator from Los Angeles.

Los Angeles? Fuck you.

I just need to ask you a few questions.

Should only take a minute.

GREGG: Have a seat.

♪ K-SOFT 105

♪ Where light rock stays alive ♪

Uh...

what can you tell me about Mike Lockwood?

Never heard of him.

Oh, he's been missing a week ago Sunday.

What's that got to do with me?

How 'bout Ziggy Schultz?

Who in the world would ever name their kid Ziggy?

Uh, no, I never heard of either one.

Something to drink?

Uh, sure.

Blue, red or green?

Whatever you're having.

We'll go green.

How come you're wearing a jacket, man?

It's July.

I don't know.

How'd you get my name, anyway?

You were in a band once, The Culture Monks.

Shit.

How'd you know that?

Uh, this is mouthwash, no?

Yeah. It's all I got. Why?

Not good enough for you, Hollywood?

Gregg...

I already know that Mike Lockwood came to see you.

And since I know that, I'm just asking myself

why would he-- meaning you--

lie to me about it?

Have you ever created anything, Murphy?

What do you mean?

I mean have you ever created anything,

anything at all?

[ chuckles ] Well, when you do create something,

it's a part of you,

a part that you don't ever want to be away from.

It's like your identity,

and if it gets taken away,

it can fill a person with a certain rage.

"Magic Mojo Voodoo Jinx."

[ chuckles ] "Voodoo Jinx."

Have you even heard it?

Yes, I have,

and I don't understand.

Oh, then you never heard it.

'Cause it's pretty obvious,

even for someone from Los Angeles.

I don't follow.

What does every record have, Murphy?

Grooves. Heh.

Two sides,

an A side...

and B side.

This is the B side.

[ rock 'n' roll plays ]

[ "Ricochet" guitar part plays ]

Shit.

[ "Ricochet" plays ]

My favorite pastime is searching through the aisles

of, you know, the vinyl record store

and find a little gem nobody's heard before.

And then you get to have that relationship

and that connection with one song.

It's like your little baby.

There's been a lot of great music

that's gone completely missed.

Zack Lee,

he ripped off the lick.

That's what this is all about,

a ripped-off guitar lick?

The lick?

The bridge, the solo,

everything, man,

the whole tune!

That's what this is about?

No! No!

It's about integrity!

It's about honesty!

It's about the--

It's about the whole fucking thing, man!

Listen!

He's--This motherfucker

stole everything from me!

I can't get gas without hearing my music.

My music's shilling everything but ass soap!

But it's copyrighted, Gregg.

Why didn't you fight it?

Because I didn't have proof!

I didn't have a copy of it.

I didn't have a copy of my own record!

[ chuckles ]

But I do now.

On a lighter note...

another cocktail, Murphy?

No, thanks.

Well, I think I might.

♪ K-SOFT 105

♪ Where light rock stays alive ♪

You can change the station if you want.

That's just on to calm my nerves.

I've, uh,

somewhat lost my taste for rock 'n' roll.

What about Mike Lockwood?

He, uh, found a copy of it, my record.

And I don't know where.

You know, it was somewhere.

I guess he was just being generous.

Nicest guy. He's--

heh heh--came by to give it to me.

Uh, to give it back to me.

So you did see him?

Yeah.

Why didn't you say that before?

He, uh--

He wouldn't give it to me.

I told him it's mine, you know.

I created it.

I wrote it.

I recorded it.

But he didn't care, you know.

He had some scheme to get rich

blackmailing that seven-sided son of a bitch, Lee.

Actually, it's extortion, Gregg.

Blackmail's something a bit different.

Was just another cocky motherfucker trying to sucker me.

And I'm done, all right?

Gregg Lynn is done being fucked in the ass!

Think about it! I didn't have a copy

of my own recording, man, my baby,

and here comes this asshole hustler telling me it's his,

trying to pull rank, telling me

he's not gonna give me what's mine?

First Lee, and then this two-bit prick Lockwood!

Fucking Los Angeles, man.

It's total bullshit!

Just relax.What?

Relax.

What about Ziggy Schultz?

Look, I am nobody's bitch anymore, all right?

[ cellphone buzzes ]

All right, how do you get this shit off vibrate?

I could show you.

That's Mike's phone, you know.

[ buzzing continues ]

Where are they, Gregg?

Trust me, Dunn.

They're in a better place.

What's that behind your back there, Gregg?

What? This?

[ classic rock plays ]

[ gasping ]

You said you'd call.I'm sorry.

[ metal clatters ]

What are we gonna do with him?

What do you think he weighs?

[ "Ricochet" ringtone plays ]

Gimme.

You can't just put it up to your ear.

What? Why?You need a Bluetooth.

Blue? Bluetooth?Here. Here.

Uh, hello?

Dunn.Jo?

Hey, Dunn, you know, you--

you're never, ever gonna believe this.

Jo? Jo, you all right?

Dude, guess who I'm hanging out with. Guess.

W-Where are you?Guess.

Please, just tell me you're at home.

[ scoffs ] Try the Pink Motel.

It's really pink, too,

and Zack says th-that they shoot movies here.

Hey.

Um, Jo? Uh, Jo?

Murphy Dunn?

Who is this?

Who do you think?

Listen, you touch her,

I'll kill you. Understand me?

I already touched her, dick.

Oh, and F.Y.I., she's one hit away from a fatal O.D.

How soon can you get here?

Where's "here"?

Pink Motel, Sun Valley,

room 20.

Sun Valley? Give me 20 minutes.

I'll give you 19.

GREGG: I'm gonna kill you,

you motherfucker!

[ pounding ]

Stop the car, Murphy!

I hate trunks, man.

This is bullshit!

Ah, Moof.

Yeah, what?Come on! Come on!

You're wet. Uh...

no, okay. It's okay.

That's fine, all right? It's all right.

Uh, how much time we got?

I'm claustrophonic, man.

I'm claustrophonic!

♪ Make my day

Two rooms.

♪ Make my day

Okay, baby, Just relax.

I'll get us some help.

Okay, I'll be right back.

Hurry.

♪ Won't forget my name

♪ Won't forget my name

♪ He said I'm bad like Jesse James ♪

♪ But y'all still don't know what I'm talking 'bout ♪

Hoo.

♪ I played all around the world ♪

[ firework pops ]

♪ Trouble at my feet, so I can tell you 'bout it... ♪

Where is she?

[ firework pops ]

Frisk him, bitch.

♪ Give it to you, honey

♪ Hey [ pop ]

Where's the record, dude?

Let me see the girl first.

[ chuckles ]

Old school.

Next door.

♪ Ah, yeah [ pop ]

♪ I'll skip round in Hello?

♪ Ah, yeah

Hi.

Hey.

[ song ends ]

So you're Dunn? You're the guy?

I'm the guy.

He's the man.

Dunn, Zack came into the diner,

and he had me listen to his new album.

It was fucking kick-ass![ firework pops ]

Man, I'm so glad you're here.

What'd you give her?Pure shit.

She really should go to a hospital.

Look, don't fuck with me, you cockless shit.

Hey! You know what I want. Where is it?

JO: This has been the best day.

You're right about L.A., Dunn.

It can be really, really fun.

[ pop ]

[ "Ricochet" ringtone plays ]

[ "Ricochet" ringtone plays ]

Hello.Moof, where are you?

I need you. It's happening. It's time.

I'll be there in just a minute.What is it?

Two blokes just rolled up wearing sport coats.

Who are they?I don't know, but they look suspect.

Moof, you gotta hurry!Give me just a minute.

You want we should take action?

Just hold tight.Just hold tight.

Who'd you bring?What are you talking about?

Two guys wearing sports coats?

They're not with me. They're private investigators

hired by Industry Records.

They want what you want, that fucking "Fuzz Track."

No, no, no. Get rid of 'em.This has been the best fucking day.

She's coming with me.Negatory, dick.

She ain't going nowhere.

[ knock on door ]

Get rid of 'em.

Okay.

[ knock on door ]

[ pop ]

Dunn, we're really gonna have to work on your listening skills.

We know you got it. Don't try anything stupid.

Just hand it over.

Where are the pictures?

What?That was the deal.

Give me my photos, the record's yours.

Schock,

go get the man his photos.

Who's the girl?

None of your business.

JO: Hey, man.

What's happening?

[ pop ]

Who's in the bathroom?

You don't want to know.

All right, enough. Enough!

Now, who's working for who?

You two together?Is he with you?

I'm with me, okay?

And Industry is not going home with that record.

What are you trying to pull, Dunn?

No, Zack, he's--

Dunn's the man. He's cool.

Zip it, bitch!

Give me the record,

or I blow her fucking heart out.

It's in the trunk of my car.

Get it yourself.

Which car?The Mercury Comet.

[ scoffs ] [ pop ]

I should've guessed.

[ exhales ]

You all right, kid?

[ groans ]

All right, all right. Here we are.

What's up, rockers?

Rotate.

Whatever's in this trunk is mine.

Son of a bitch!

Who the hell are you?

Ohh!

You're a dead man, Lee!

Who the hell's that now?

A fan.

This is for the lick!

This is for the bridge!

And this is for the solo,

you little cocksucking bitch!

[ grunting ]

You stole my fucking life!

[ shrieks ]

They try anything, you cap their knees.

And don't go getting pussy on me now, bitch.

You got it?[ Zack shrieks ]

Why you let him talk to you like that?

What?

Like he's your boss, you're his bitch.

Hey, he ain't the boss of me, all right?

All right.All right?

All right. [ shrieks ]

Such a crazy day.

Yeah, who's the rock star now, fuck-hole, huh?

Who is it now? Who is it now?

You want to fight, dude?

I know how to fight.

Let's do this.

Listen to me. My wife is in labor.

What do I look like, a douche?

She ain't your wife, ain't even pregnant.

No. Room six.

Please, I'm serious.

Look, I ain't stupid, mate.

Hey, watch it now. Hey. Hey.

Please.

Look here.

I ain't a bad person. You know what I mean?

No, no.

Please?

Please?

All right, yeah.

All right, come on. Let's go. Come on.

[ grunting ]

Yo, War!

What the hell you doing, dude? What did I say?

Hey, you ain't the boss of me, all right, bitch?

What's up? Who you calling bitch, bro?

You ain't the boss of me, all right?

Stop saying that! Give me that thing!

What's with the hate bone all of the sudden?

What? You want me to beat your ass

in front of your new friends?

I've got feelings, too, you know, bitch.

[ laughs ]

[ gasping ]

Where have you been?Close the door.

Who's she?

[ gags, vomits ]

Who are you?

War Machine, mum.

War Machine?

Actually, it's William.

[ knock on door ]

What now?

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.Who's that?

Some lady, man.

It's Dawn, Murphy.

You slept with her?

That hardly matters right now, babe. Breathe.

Son of a bitch!Oh, my God.

Can you help her? She's...

Let's get her to the hospital.

Hey! I don't do hospitals.

She's independent like that.All right.

When was your last contraction?

Two minutes. Not long.

Uh, Water. Need some water

and a lot of warm towels, okay?

Voom.[ coughing ]

Okay, uh,

baby, focus.

On a scale of 1 to 10,

how intense was your last contraction?

Eight. Oh, perfect.

You slept with her?

That hardly matters right now, babe.

Have you done this before?

Uh, well, I've had one before.

Take off my shoes.All right, come on down, baby.

We're gonna do this together.

You can do this.

Can you help me get her pants off?

Right.That's right.

Come on down, baby. We're gonna do this together.

Help me.

[ train rattles ]

What do you want from me, man?

Payback.

Name it.

Name your price.

Okay, we're gonna get into a rhythm now

Okay, deep breaths.

[ both breathing deeply ]

Good. Just feel the rhythm.

Feel the groove.

You feel it? Yeah.

Good, good. Can you feel it?

Uh-huh.[ beat boxing ]

Yeah.

In, out.

Just let your body do what your body has to do.

Where the hell did they go?

[ imitates deejay scratching ]

[ resumes beat boxing ]

I can't stay here. I gotta go.

What? What?

If they find me here, they find you.

No, wait! You can't leave me, Murphy!

Murphy, get back here! You can't go!

Do you guys need any help?

[ train horn blows ]

[ train rattles ]

[ plane passes overhead ]

Where's the record, Dunn?

This is it, man. No more bullshit.

Zack and I reached an agreement of a financial nature.

What?

Just tell us where it is, man!

Quit circle jerking with us![ pop ]

You're not gonna shoot me!

Quit bluffing![ pop ]

How the fuck do you know?

Well, some people just don't know when to give in!

Where the fuck is it, Dunn?

You're not gonna be the end of me,

Dunn! Not you! [ pop ]

This is my fucking career!

This is my fucking life, man!

Now quit being a jerk![ gunshot ]

Chin on your chest, okay? Chin on your chest.

And 1, 2, 3. Push!

[ grunts ][ beat boxing ]

Like you're taking the biggest shit

you've ever taken in your life!

All right, big shit!

[ pop ]ZACK: You think you're something?

You're just a dick from the Valley!

I've been to London, man![ pop ]

[ wails ]Yes, I see the head!

[ laughs ] Oh, I see it, too!

Get it out! I want to push!

Push, bitch!Don't push!

DAWN: Slowly, slowly turn off

all the sounds that you can.

[ muted ] 1, 2, 3.

[ no audible dialogue ]

[ R & B plays ]

♪ Was the bee, is the sting ♪

[ pop, pop ]

♪ 'Cause how was I to know ♪

♪ That I would fall?

[ muted wail ]

[ muted shrieks ]

♪ And the sweetest... [ pop, pop ]

[ engine roars ]

♪ Suddenly have no meaning now ♪

♪ As it grows [ Zack laughs ]

[ pop ]

[ laughs ]

You don't think I'll do it?

You don't think I'll fucking do it?

He'll fucking do it!

I've been to Shanghai, man!

[ pop ]

I will put a bullet between your ass!

What are you, stupid?

Don't think I fucking won't!

Are you just stupid?

What is the matter with you?

What are you doing, man?

1, 2, 3, big one! Aah!

[ all yelling ]

♪ Looking back

[ coughs ]♪ Over my days

GREGG: Oh, shit!

DAWN: Yes, we've got a baby!

God help him. Shit.

So what do I do now?

Something hit me in the eye!

Oh, man! God damn it!

This shit smarts bad, man!

[ mutters ]

Help me, man!

Something got me in the eye, man!

Towels. Give me some towels!

[ baby crying ]Towels!

Oh! Oh, beautiful! You did it!

Jesus fucking--

God!

We gotta get you to a hospital.

[ groans ]

[ cellphone chirping ]

[ chirps, buzzes ]

MURPHY: Zeigfeld Stanley Dunn

was born at the Pink Motel on the third of July,

7 pounds, 4 ounces, 21 inches long.

The most beautiful brown son-of-a-bitch eyes I ever saw.

Looking for something, buddy?

[ keys jingle ]

What's it gonna be, Dunn?

Carlisle's got a lot riding on this, Murph.

Let's just make a smart play.

[ train horn blows ]

That's it?

How do we know that's the one?

Trust.

[ train horn blows ]

It's not the one.

Buddy.

[ train horn blows ]

[ gasps ]

[ engine sputtering ]

God.

Freaking...

♪ Leave all these things

♪ Let's steal away

♪ We'll find tomorrow

♪ They'll see us another day

♪ So leave all these things

♪ And we'll steal away

Get in!

What?

Mr. Swick want a word with you.

Who?

Can you take me to Saint Joe's Hospital?

Yes, anywhere you want to go.

MR. SWICK: Something to drink, Mr. Dunn?

My name's Swick, Victor Swick.

Have you ever heard of BlueGram?

Hmm? The BlueGram Company?

Mm-hmm. Liquor, right,

among other stuff?

[ chuckles ][ woman laughs ]

Well, that's a bit of it, sure.

No, BlueGram owns controlling interest

in 47 corporations worldwide,

one of which is Industry Records.

Bottom line, you got something I want, Dunn.

Zack Lee, the, uh--that song.

Mm. "Fuzz Track"?

Well, that song has been licensed

to more than 75 corporations worldwide

for purposes of advertising and publicity

for over a year now.[ cellphone chirps ]

If it were proven that that music wasn't original,

well, now that's just the kind

of accounting headache I'm trying to prevent.

And as CEO, I am responsible

to hardworking stockholders who pay me very well

to keep this kind of shit on their shoes from happening.

What's in it for me?

Exactly. What do you want?

One, I was promised a bonus of $50,000 if I showed results.

Since I have, I'd like my money.

Not a problem, Dunn.

There's a case by your feet.

Whew. All done.

MURPHY: 12 hours later, they found the bodies

of Mike Lockwood and Ziggy Schultz

buried not 50 yards from Gregg Lynn's trailer.

[ crying ]

Excuse me.

Jo caught a red-eye back to Ohio,

decided L.A. just wasn't her scene.

She said that all her heroes turned out to be dicks.

You all set?

What it is.

You're new here.

Yeah.

You a musician?

No, actress.

Uh, a Monte Cristo.

[ woman vocalizing ]

[ swing orchestra plays ]

[ man whistling ]

♪ A little sun, a little rain ♪

♪ A quiet place to be staying ♪

♪ Got your wealth when you've got your health ♪

♪ Shoes without socks

♪ Pants full of patches

♪ The jacket you wear never matches ♪

♪ Got your wealth when you've got your health ♪

♪ The air is free for you

♪ Just open up your door

♪ The sun will always shine

♪ For either rich or poor

♪ Live and be happy

♪ A little joy, a little laughter ♪

♪ A drink or two now and after ♪

♪ Got your wealth when you've got your health ♪

♪ Got your wealth when you've got your health ♪

[ "Ricochet" plays ]

♪ Hey

♪ Ooh

[ sighs ]

♪ Unh

♪ Yeah

♪ Yeah!

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ Whoo

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, unh

♪ This goes like you

♪ Ooh

♪ Yeah

♪ This goes like you

♪ Hey, hey, hey

♪ Unh

♪ Yeah

♪ Yeah, boom!

♪ Yeah

♪ Ricochet